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to merge as one with this lovely creature. His Jane. His beautiful Jane. With a nudge of her knees, he positioned himself on top of her. Staring intensely into her limpid blue eyes — like the depths of a mysterious ocean — with the tenderest of cares, he joined as one with her.</p><p id="886d"><i>Two bodies, one soul.</i></p><p id="71c6">As their love grew with every thrust of Jim’s hips, he saw the lights in the hallway glow. Checking his watch mid-thrust, he swore to himself. For the first time, Jose must be early. He’s never early — who wants to be early to mop up?</p><p id="c5a0">As the door opened, Jim quickly stuffed his engorged cock into his pants. Unfulfilled, he sighed as he jumped off the gurney. With a quick kiss on Jane’s cheek, he returned the white sheet to cover her corpse’s prone form. As he grabbed his bucket and mop, Jim patted Jane’s ass under the sheet.</p><p id="7399">“I’ll be back, my dearest Jane Doe. I’ll be back.”</p><figure id="c493"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*tQCZsRoYEsCuLU-3.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="67e5"><i>Welcome to my second round in the 💯 Story Challenge. Life is throwing too many challenges these days to write anything longer, but I’m going to write 💯 stories of at least 250 words, and I plan to publish one daily.</i></p><figure id="e862"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*tQCZsRoYEsCuLU-3.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="c5a3"><a href="undefined"><i>Rocky Shores</i></a><i> may have had a few too many double espressos and double Irish Creams when he wrote this, but those are what fuel his vivid imagination.</i></p><p id="82d3"><i>Be sure to <a href="https://rockysho

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💯 STORY CHALLENGE — ROUND 2

The Curve of her Back

Story 14 of 💯: The gentle curve of her back as she lay naked except for a flimsy pair of panties emboldened Jim to action.

Jim watched Jane lie silently in only her panties, waiting for his kisses. For his caress. For his love. He knew he had to act — if she were to be his, his actions must be bold. Confident. Fearless. No half steps. No self-doubt. This was no time for recriminations or doubts.

Fearlessly, Jim climbed beside her and kissed her. She welcomed him without resistance. She wanted this as much as he did. Despite another man’s ring on her finger, she was Jim’s body and soul.

Jim probed her mouth with his tongue while his hands roamed over her body. There was perfection in her breasts. Natural; neither too big nor too small. Her pussy, shaved smooth, felt like no other he had ever touched. As he knew there was little time for their tryst, Jim rolled Jane onto her back, his tongue still exploring the sweetness of her mouth. Their lips intertwined as if for eternity.

His work pants were to his knees with a quick tug on their elastic waist. Jim was ready to merge as one with this lovely creature. His Jane. His beautiful Jane. With a nudge of her knees, he positioned himself on top of her. Staring intensely into her limpid blue eyes — like the depths of a mysterious ocean — with the tenderest of cares, he joined as one with her.

Two bodies, one soul.

As their love grew with every thrust of Jim’s hips, he saw the lights in the hallway glow. Checking his watch mid-thrust, he swore to himself. For the first time, Jose must be early. He’s never early — who wants to be early to mop up?

As the door opened, Jim quickly stuffed his engorged cock into his pants. Unfulfilled, he sighed as he jumped off the gurney. With a quick kiss on Jane’s cheek, he returned the white sheet to cover her corpse’s prone form. As he grabbed his bucket and mop, Jim patted Jane’s ass under the sheet.

“I’ll be back, my dearest Jane Doe. I’ll be back.”

Welcome to my second round in the 💯 Story Challenge. Life is throwing too many challenges these days to write anything longer, but I’m going to write 💯 stories of at least 250 words, and I plan to publish one daily.

Rocky Shores may have had a few too many double espressos and double Irish Creams when he wrote this, but those are what fuel his vivid imagination.

Be sure to subscribe to be notified whenever he publishes on Medium.

If you’re not already a Medium member, skip the middleman and sign up for a Medium Membership Here (A percentage of your monthly fee will support his continued writing. His family and friends thank you.)

Read another of his stories here.

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