23 January 2084, 9:30 AM. The dirt road crunched under our tires as I pulled up to my grandparents’ abandoned house in the Luberon valley. Memories flooded back—childhood scrapes on thorns, butterfly chases through wild Mediterranean scrub. But now, it was our escape. Maurice leaned heavy on my arm, his breaths ragged whistles. Asthma had him by the throat since New Year’s. Hospitals overflowed, no oxygen bottles left. Fuck the world.
I propped him against the doorframe. His eyes lit up at the sight of overgrown gardens. ‘Trees, plants, flowers—they’ll fix you, love,’ I whispered. Inside, the winter garden exploded with green. Grandma’s jungle: ferns dripping, pots overflowing, humid air thick with earth and oxygen. Pure lung candy. Maurice slumped into a rattan chair, chest heaving slower already. I watched him, heart pounding. That familiar itch. Transgression called. His fragility? It made me wet. Risking him for my hunger—pure sin. No one knows this side. Society’s eyes off us here.
The Awakening
Excitement coiled low. I’d nursed him platonic too long. Hospitals teased death daily. But here? Plants pumping O2 like a free tank. I could push limits. Feel him strain under me, gasps syncing with thrusts. Forbidden rush. My pussy throbbed. Decision snapped: today, I claim him raw. No mercy. Legs shaky, I locked eyes. ‘You feel better?’ He nodded, weak smile. I stripped slow, tits free, nipples hard. His gaze devoured. Pulse raced. This was it—crossing into the abyss.
His cock twitched under thin pants as I knelt. Hands trembling, I yanked them down. Thick shaft sprang out, veins pulsing. I gripped hard, stroked rough. He groaned, chest rattling. ‘Germaine… careful…’ Fuck careful. Mouth engulfed him, hot wet suction. Salty pre-cum hit tongue. His hips bucked, wheezes sharpening. Thrill spiked—edging his breath for my high. Pulled off, climbed on. Straddled wide, slick folds parting over his tip. Sank down slow, inch by stretching inch. Filled deep. Gasped together.
The Act
Rode hard. Hips slamming, tits bouncing wild. His hands clawed my ass, pulling deeper. Bronchial hiss mixed with moans—music. Sweat slicked skin, humid air clung. Pussy clenched rhythmic, juices dripping down balls. ‘Fuck me harder,’ I growled. He thrust up, desperate. Face purpled, eyes bulging ecstasy-pain. Oxygen lush but his lungs rebelled. I ground clit on pubes, orgasm building vicious. ‘Choke for me, baby.’ Risk burned electric. World dying of air hunger outside—us fucking through it.
He spasmed first. Cock swelled, hot ropes blasting inside. Triggered mine—waves crashing, walls milking every drop. Collapsed on him, both panting fury. His chest heaved frantic under me. Fingers checked pulse—racing but alive. Pulled off slow, cum leaking thighs. Helped him breathe deep plant-scented air. Crisis averted. Barely.
24 January 2084, noon. Lunch table set in the green haze. Acted normal. Smiled tender. Inside? Electric afterglow. Secret locked tight. No one suspects—sweet Germaine, dutiful girlfriend. But I crave replay. That edge, his life in my cunt’s grip. Transgression’s high: osé l’inavouable. World gasps toward Phénix unknown to us. Our oasis? Temporary heaven. I’ll risk again. This obsession? Mine alone. Here, I confess. Wet just typing.