Passion

yourlovedoctor1

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Passion ( closed for huntresslizza)

I see you and your husband fight everyday next door. I dont understand how a man can fight with a woman as beautiful as you. Even after two kids you are ak beautiful and sexy. You look at most 22 not 35. Plus you are so caring after my wife left me you checked up on me everyday for a month. When I saw you crying last I went over to ask if you were ok. You said yeah that you just wish you could get a divorce but can't because of the kids. That you haven't felt passion in ages. I looked at you drying your eyes and how beautiful you looked I couldn't help myself I leaned over table a kissed you. Tasting your lips and pushing against you I kissed you with all the passion. When I leaned back you looked stunned...
 
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Ammie. Red hair. Green eyes. 5 feet 3 inches. Age 35. Small frame.

This isn't right we both know this. I am married besides what would my husband do. Leave me, take my remaining child, I can not fathom that, I can not, but even your touch, your kiss it has been so long. I'm scared.
Tears would begin to fill my eyes quickly looking away from you as they did.
I should get back inside now before my son comes home from school and sees, he is daddy's boy and will surely tell my husband I am talking to you and that would only mean more trouble for me.
Silently I turn to leave heading for the house door taking one quick glance backwards before walking inside to my prison the one I have been living in since losing my other son which I doubt my husband will ever forgive me for.
 
" that wasn't your fault ammie. Let me take care of you" I go chasing you to your house. I know your son will be home soon so I try and make it quick. " you deserve to be loved and have passion in your life. I'm sorry I kissed you but I loved it and I know you did too. Please tomorrow when he leaves come back to my house we can just talk please. " I plead with you. I love your beautiful green eyes and perfect body. You look at me so scared and defeated. I wait for your answer...
 
I will try..(what is your charter's name BTW?)
Just then my husband walks in much earlier then normal with my son. His eyes flashing red as he looks to my son and calmly speaks.
Jun upstairs now please.
Jun of course listens the sound of his door closing would be heard.
You then see something I never thought you'd see my husband raising a hand to me, of course I never thought he would either but lately as you know having heard the fights they are getting worse and worse.
Please my voice pleads to him, please.
My husband then takes and throws me into your arms screaming.
Get out and never come back, you murder.
I break and crumble uncontrollably knowing I just lost everything as I look into your eyes saying nothing.
 
(Anthony) I look at your husband furious " you will never hurt her again you come near her I will personally beat you until you beg me to stop!" I yell at him. You are still sobbing uncontrollably I take you and guide you to my house. " your not a murderer ammie you are a good mother." I hold you tight to my chest and and sit on the couch you haven't stopped crying yet. I stroke your beautiful red hair slowly trying calming you down. " it's ok I'm here I will take care of you. He won't hurt you again I promise " I hold you tighter and as loving as I can. you start to calm down you look at me still scared of what's going to happen .
 
I look at you.
Anthony, I know it was an accident but still should a mother not know her own children. I was so caught up in my work and not paying attention at all to my children that they played a joke on me thinking it would be funny. They where twins identical twins with one exception the younger twin born by emergence C-section has a serve allergic reaction to peanuts so he would get almonds instead. I gave or I thought I gave the right butter coated toast to my sons when they came home. They didn't know, I didn't know. I hear a scream. I knew something was wrong my son's never scream that way. I ran upstairs and my son was blue not breathing. There was nothing to be done. He died on the way to the hospital. So you see I am a murder. All I had to do was just feed both of my boys almond butter and none of this would have happened.
Begins shaking again uncontrollably then, my breath hitching bad. Quickly I get up head for the restroom I saw upon coming in even in my crying haze. I close the door or I think I have. You hear me becoming sick.
 
I run over to bathroom as you are throwing up. " ammie it's ok you are not murderer it was a terrible terrible mistake. It could have happened to any mother" I pat your back as you finish throwing up. " it's no excuse for your husband to treat you this way!" You start crying uncontrollably again " here lets lay you down ok" I guide you to bedroom and lay you bed and sit with you as you cry. I hold you tight. " shhh it's ok ammie" I stroke your hair as you start to fall asleep in my arms. As you fall asleep I tug you in and kiss your forehead...


Later that night you wake up and come downstairs and see me there with some of
Your stuff. " hey how are you feeling?" I ask concerned.
 
Better, sorry about before Anthony, and thank you for not making a big deal out of all this especially my being or getting sick. I swear each time I got sick back with my husband he never cared and only asked if I was expecting again which of course I never was because I swore I'd never have another child by him and so without his knowledge I was taking birth control.
I mean don't get me wrong I know I up there in age really to even be thinking about children or anything but Anthony I must confess I want another one if that is my body sees fit to make it happen. I just never wanted another with my husband, and now I am glad it never happened.
 
" I would never be upset with you for being sick. You were abused ammie that will never happen with me. If you stay with me you will never know pain again. As you know my wife and I never had kids and would love kids someday. But the decision is yours you can stay here as long as you want no strings attached. While you were sleeping i went to your house and got alot of your things from that bastard. But I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I am pretty sure I am in love with you. You are so beautiful and caring and the best woman I have ever met" I walk towards you and slowly grab your hand you don't pull away. You seem relieved to be touched loving again. " do you feel the same?" I ask
 
How did you manage that?
I asked rather shocked only nodding my head to the question of if I feel the same way towards you knowing I loved you even when it was forbidden.
 
" I went to your house and told that bastard husband of yours I was getting most of your stuff and if he got in the way it may be the last thing he ever does. And he moved out of the way. So I grabbed it and came back". I bring you close to me again " you make me so happy let me take care of you " I start to kiss you passionately you melt in my arms and even let out a soft moan.
 
Anthony would quickly feel himself getting pushed away and Ammie getting up from where they where seated, her face flush as she moved to a chair across the room.
Anthony I can't, not now. There is something about me you need to know first but I'm scared to tell you, scared to tell you about the real me, scared you will either run scared from me or scared you will do as my husband did to me.


((at this point waiting on your reply to my PM I sent you before I can move forward with some of the back story I have for Ammie which she is going to tell Anthony.))
 
" ammie anything you tell me isn't going to change the love I have for you." I move closer to you. " please trust me, I know it has been hard for you but I swear I will never hurt you." I try to reach for your hand and you pull away again. You look scared at me. You say again how you think I will run. " please ammie I'm not going anywhere" I wait as you start to explain...
 
Anthony I am older then you think much older then you think. I was cursed. You have only known me for the last few years. My husband wanted me to stay young as he so he saw me cursed. Every time I have a child or should I say become with child I become younger. I do not stay as young as when I carry but still my age never fully comes back or has yet too which is a good thing since if it did I would likely be dead now.
 
I say silent for a second. You look at me scared. " I don't care ammie, I love you. I have so many questions but one thing I don't have a question on is I love you and want to take care of you. But I do have questions first how old are you really? And is that why you want to have another child, even though your husband was the one who did this to you? And I guess the most important question is please don't leave and stay here with me please?" I look at you. You know I'm telling the truth as you start to answer my questions...
 
Yes that is why I want to have another child Anthony even now as we sit here I can feel my body growing older. When my son died I aged greatly and now loosing my last child as I did by what my husband did. They where not my only ones Anthony the twins, you just came along after and they are not their ages either well not nearly as bad as I. The twins or would be twins if each where still alive would only be around 6 now or well are around 6 not and not the age of 10 as they seem.
My age Anthony if you really wish to know I lost count many many moons ago but I think I am around 105 now.
Ammie would stop there and waiting slightly as she sat there a two fold prayer going over and over again in her head, one what she was feeling would not happen as quickly as she felt it coming on and two more important that Anthony would not run screaming after hearing what she thought to be her true age.
 
"Wow" was all I can say at first then I grabbed your hand " ammie I'm not going anywhere I want to be with you. " I looked in your eyes and saw the sad look on your face " as long you want me too I will never let you hurt" I start to kiss you for the third time hoping you don't push me away this time
 
With Ammie in his arms this time she doesn't struggle or try to move away from Anthony everything happening so fast for her, she begins to feel her body shacking as does Anthony.
It's too soon, too fast ,but I need it, Gods Anthony don't stop.
Ammie voice would come broken and weak sounding her actions as she quickly pushed him aside again only to run to wash room again however did not.
A quick slam of the door to the wash room area and the clicking of the lock would be heard then. Soon after Anthony would hear Ammie becoming sick multiple times before what sounded like whaling screams penetrated the place and Ammie unlocked the door crawling out from the room looking a good five to ten years older then when she entered into wash room.

Looking up and into Anthony's eyes now, Ammie's voice very weak and her own eyes filled with tears.
I'm sorry Anthony I can't stop this. I have no right to ask this. We really barely even know each other. The curse is killing me. Being without a child at all is soon going to seal my faith. I want to be normal again. I want to age, to grow old and die but not like this. OH Gods Anthony it hurts it hurts so badly. I'm being ripped apart. Please make it stop before it is too late.
Even as she sat there Anthony would swear she was aging even more right before his eyes and quickly which in fact she was until it finally just seemed to stop leaving her to look like she was very near to 40 years old now rather then around 30 years old which just hours before she had looked.

((before you respond check your PM I have an idea on how this curse can be broken which I'm going to send you.))
 
You start shaking and I have no idea why. You run to bathroom and I chase but you locked the door I hear your screams " ammie what's wrong are you on?" I keep pounding on door but you won't answer. " ammie please" I say concerned. Finally you crawl out looking older " ammie your older!?"
I hear you tell me everything and I see you in so much pain " I love you ammie I will gladly make you pregnant with my baby" I pick you up and carry you into the bedroom.

Once in bedroom I set you down and start kissing you passionately.
 
As she was picked up Ammie would fall basically limp into Anthony arm's, this was really too much for her, it felt wrong. She barely really knew Anthony or so she thought. Her pussy was telling another story however it knew what she did not wish to face, now was the time.
To Anthony Ammie had stopped aging which was partly true her outside looks had but her inner body was both dying and on passionate fire all at once which was killing her even quicker.
Feeling his touch to her body it arched softly upwards, her breath coming faster and harder as she was carried to the bed. Once there Ammie opened herself up for him speaking softly.
Please don't just fuck me Anthony please make me ready first. I know I need this, my pussy is already so hot. I'm burning and dying all at once.
Gods Anthony I need this so bad please please please.
The last please screamed out as her body arched hard upwards and then collapsed back down to the bed her pussy growing wetter and wetter now.
 
Her body would then wither and die turning to dust and blowing away.

(likely last post as I am never really on Lit anymore.)
 
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