Greece. Sun. Blue sky, not a single cloud. Leo lay dazed in the grass. He had been dreaming. Confusing dream.
A kingdom. A mad professor brings him to life. He serves the king as a master, but what was he doing exactly? He has a new wife. Her name was,...., what was her name!? And he had another wife, more tender and softer than the first one. Quite confusingly, she had three children by him. Karl and Franz and Maria Theresa. Magnificent children. He had two more children, Marco and ... the Japanese girl. No, she was not his child, but he was quite sure that she too had somehow become his wife. Why all these women?
Greece. Sun. Blue sky, not a single cloud. They made passionate love in the green grass and took their time, Old Stavros would soon come with his delivery, stop the mule cart and watch them from a few meters away until they finished. He did that every time. "It excites me insanely when he watches us!" she would whisper in his ear, spreading her thighs specifically for her spectator. Leo would fall asleep again in the green grass, she would walk to the little house and receive the groceries.
Greece. Sun. Blue sky, not a single cloud. The loud crunch of gravel under the cart would wake him, the two men saluting each other with their index fingers. She would lie down next to him and tickle his hair as she cooed and purred her sex fantasies into his ear in all the details of fast sex with Stavros. They both loved it when she made up horny stories. How that thick, firm thing in her bottom felt, she whispered in his ear. Or that he poured his seed all over her butt cheeks once it slipped out of her butt hole, she cooed, but Stavros immediately found his way back into her cunt. He always pulled his part out of her bottom, she whispered lustfully, purring like a kitten. The old man plowed her slowly, once again illicitly pouring himself into her shame, which she took with equanimity. It's only sex, she said as always, and they both had to laugh heartily because he had stiffened again at her conspiratorial, lustful murmuring.
It was like that, every day.
Elaine walked across the meadow toward him. She had on that sheer white gown that looked so good on her, that revealed her cheerful, refreshingly young nakedness so innocently. He loved that dress, saw it every day anew. He was quite sure that he had seen it yesterday too, but he could not remember yesterday. What was yesterday? How many yesterdays were there?
Elaine had sat down next to him on the grass and pulled the dress over her head. "I look better naked, you once said!" Were his senses playing tricks on him as he reached out and touched her silky soft skin? She was there, he was there, this was their Greek island. He tried to remember his dream, but it was wiped away. "Now don't make such a serious face!" she said, and added, "come, come to me before Stavros brings the food!"
He had heard her say that hundreds of times, yet Stavros came only once a week! But yesterday, she had said the same thing, and the yesterday before that, every yesterday.
He caressed Elaine's virgin breasts and knew he would stiffen, it was the same yesterday and the yesterday before that, for many years. How many years? What was a year?
He looked down his naked body, of course his cock was stiffening.
"Now come on!" urged Elaine, touching his cock delicately like a butterfly's wing.
He had already forgotten that he had been dreaming at all. He knew perfectly well that it had been the same yesterday, and the yesterday before yesterday.
Yesterday, the yesterday before that, and every yesterday.
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The Master knew instinctively that he had only three, maybe four breaths left. He felt his wife's warm, soft hand soothingly on his chest.
Two, maybe three more breaths. He opened his mouth and looked into her eyes. He wanted to tell her again how much he loved her.
A breath or two, but he couldn't get another sound out. Hopefully she had heard it after all, or read it in his eyes.
The last breath.
Silence.
"Farewell, old friend!"
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