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My life took on a dreamlike quality. I woke late, groggy and disoriented,  ate little, slept much. Leonard tried to keep me comfortable and as healthy as he could. I had never had a great many friends, so it was not difficult to avoid them, and my obvious illness coupled with my reticence made them suspect the worst. I found literature advertising HIV support services in my mailbox more than once. The house grew dusty and cobwebby, and my plants wilted both in and out of doors. It was only through Len's coaxing that laundry and dishes got done. Had he not had a thing about showers I might never have bothered to bathe....

I had shoved my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and headed into the front room when he took my hand and spun me around towards the bathroom. "You, my love, need a shower. It pains me to tell you this, but it is a fact." "Oh, Len. 1 just don't have the energy!" The thought daunted me terribly. "I'll help you. come on, hon." He peeled the clothes I had been living in the last 2 days off my sticky hide and kissed my forehead. Then he turned on the water.

He took the soap in his hands and worked up a lather, backing me out of the water- 1 was already wet in anticipation. Smooth, slick. suds lubricated his well-muscled hands as he worked slowly over my body. I relaxed completely under the spell of his presence and the massage. A soft purr escaped my throat as I leant against the shower wall, it's cool, hard surface vaguely  reminiscent of my lover's own. Smells of soap, of water, his arousal and mine mingled delightfully, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to touch, smell, and sound. Water splashed, trickling in warm, wet trails down my spine making a narrow, hot stream down the crack of my ass, to flow down the backs of my legs and rain upon my ankles. My feet pressed into the floor of the tub, wet to the tops. All was heat, and steam, and the touch of his hands sweeping over my body.

Leonard reached around to my front, his soap-slick hands covering my breasts and abdomen in large, circular strokes. He deliberately avoided my snatch, and swept on down the fronts of my legs.
"How's this''" He asked, "All clean'?" I could tease, too. "No, you forgot my hair-" 1 answered. My beloved laughed and tilted my head back into the spray, adjusting the shower to wet my hair- Warm water ran over my face and eyes, and I held my breath against the rivulets. He tilted my head back and rubbed shampoo in my hair, massaging my scalp deeply  with those preternatuarally strong fingers of his. Soaps streams tried to get into myeyes which were tight shut. The hair on his legs brushed against my own and I realized 1 had not shaved either legs or underarms in some time. That, I thought. simply would not do. 1 must marshal myself sufficiently to master that task on my own. Now the rinse water cascaded over my hair, sending bubbles frothing down my back and legs as firm hands stroked the suds through and away.. 'Clean now'?" He asked, and turned me to him to kiss me. "I do believe there is one area you have neglected, sir." He pressed his lips to mine, then lathered his hands again. The anticipation of his next move made me dizzy, and I leaned against him, unable to stand on my  own. His right hand moved slowly to my crotch, his left to my nipple. Soapy fingers slid atop my clit, circled deliciously, darted in and out of my willing, swollen vagina.

His other hand teased and pulled at my nipple. I leaned harder into him, and groaned aloud. My face pushed against his mute chest, water running in my eyes and mouth. His fingers worked harder, faster, then slowed and nearly stopped as I pled for more. "You sure you're not tired of this? You don't want to go h TV'!" he purred deep in his throat. "Oh, gods, no, please don't stop, love!" I kissed his chest, and bent my head to his nipple, my hand working his erect phallus. though it was difficult with me being so very close. 1 was so very close, I trembled all over, movement was difficult. Len pushed me against the shower wall. I spread my legs wide in anticipation, arching my hips forward to receive him. He bent to my neck, and nipped me, his fingers probing deeply into me. His breath came in soft, warm puffs against my throat, and pinpoints of light danced across my tightly squeezed eyelids. Again and again his teeth danced lightly atop my neck, in rhythm with his fingers thrusting inside me. A howl escaped me, rising and falling in timbre. 1 was beyond thought, beyond words. There was only now, and my desire. I clutched him to me, my hands on his hips, and pushed my cunt over his cock, working rhythmically against him for all I was worth. Len drew his head away from me, and I opened my eyes against the water. His head was turned, his pupils dilated, and the light glinted on his fangs. His skin was taught, the hairs erect where there was no water falling. Tension showed in every muscle, and I could see he was fighting for control, trying not to come yet, not to bite me. I smiled, and redoubled my efforts. I thrust harder against him, made my moans louder, and dug my nails into his buttocks. My beloved began to growl, his eyes becoming mere slits, and I knew it was coming soon, so I surrendered to my own orgasm. I cried out loudly, shoving against him tightly, clutching with my vaginal muscles and biting his neck! I curled against him, shaking and spasming. And I bit down hard. With a feral snarl he swung his head around and bit deeply into my throat. He clutched me roughly to him and came deep within me. As things began to fade, I was aware of swallowing blood, and of feeling his seed within me. And that this was new.