The Bridge (3 page)

Sweating profusely, I collapsed on the
elevated slab, exhausted from the ordeal. I felt him rubbing his
dick between my ass cheeks, stroking the rod back and forth as he
huffed and cursed his way through ejaculations that left my back
covered with semen. Running my hand around, I dipped my finger into
his pool and tasted his seed.

I knew nothing else on earth would be like
this. I knew I found my true joy in life at the edge of a bridge,
by the river, in the arms of a man whose name I didn’t know.

Leaving it all behind, I walked hand in hand
with my deliverer, a bum naked from the waist down. My life was
completed in my final hours. I truly found happiness, lost to me at
birth. Nothing in the world of harsh realities became so clear as
to why I had to die at that moment. It was my first master’s will
to end my life in the midst of this lonely place. For my new
master, it was his will that I die in the midst of this world his
slave, but the world he holds me in is full of pleasure, my
pleasure.

For in my last moments, I found the meaning
of it all. First there is life, then sex, and finally the last walk
across the bridge to death. There is no more.

For a brief second, I felt a pain, the sharp
contrast from life on earth to the freed fulfillment of the lasting
years without my master. The cold metal must have burned as I
plunged the knife in his chest one last time. I loved him. I
couldn’t let him suffer, anymore. I chose to live without him
rather than let him finish life without his slave. I am his
greatest love.

About the Author

Allistar Parker lives in Virginia with his
wife and one son. His interests include hunting, fishing and most
outdoor events. He has a love of the humorous side of life. Often
you can find him sitting in the woods, laughing at the most inane
things.

Author’s Note

If you like this story, try one of my
previous offerings,
The Preacher’s Wife
, a story about a
woman’s her struggle to save her marriage and rid her family of a
most evil demon, all with the help of a kindly fallen angel. Or
perhaps a book filled with stories about regular-sized women in
Hot Comfortable Women
.