Perfect Creation - Sex Stories

Perfect Creation

... eyes to avoid getting dizzy, doing his best to keep thrusting into her. Anna dove down once more, heading toward the trees, continuing her south heading. There were no airplanes to collide with, there were no air traffic control centers to talk to, there were no governments on Earth to threaten them with death for flying over a country’s imaginary border line, jet planes didn’t exist, and there were no unmanned drones bombing villages to avoid – it was only Adam and Anna flying high in the night sky, making love. Adam kept going as he always does, easily bringing her multiple orgasms before he tired. Several times she swooped upward and dove down, signifying each orgasm. Finally, after a few hours, Adam was getting exhausted. One the final climax of the flight, Anna adjusted her lubrication levels, Adam began bucking his hips harder, and she kept rising higher and higher in the sky. Her eyes, mouth, hair, and what appeared to be the metallic feathers, all glowed bright teal several thousand feet above ground. They both climaxed, holding each other, kissing each other on Anna’s decent back to the ground. An hour later, she landed on a shore of a lake. Adam was having difficulty staying awake. She carefully laid him on the shoreline. “Where are we?” He asked. Anna paused for a moment, most likely interfacing with her positioning systems, “This is Lake Victoria.” Adam laughed, “Wow, that was amazing.” “That was a special upgrade the technicians gave me. I hope we can fly again ...

... sometime,” She said. “Maybe so,” Adam chuckled. “Looks like to get home we’ll have to. Give me a little bit and I’ll be ready to make love to you in flight again.” “No need, my darling, please rest,” Anna said, picking Adam up, and flying away, heading north. He wanted to stay awake, he wanted to watch the trees and rivers pass by below him, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t resist sleep. Hours later, Anna gently placed him in bed; her wings had folded back into the compartments that housed them. Chapter 12 Years later, Adam and Anna entered the apartment, giggling, kissing, and tickling one another. They had just returned from visiting the ruins of Paris. They had a wonderful trip to celebrate their 45th anniversary. The upgraded artificial intelligence powered on upon sensing their entry. Ceiling lights came on, the blinds opened; the holographic TV came on, the same female newscaster, un-aged, as always in mid-sentences. “…making this day, March 12th, 3285, the day we made contact with extraterrestrial life. Their small ship flew by the Kuiper Space Station in Neptune’s orbit, and then circled around to interactive with…” “Ugh, turn this off! So distracting,” Adam told the apartment’s A.I. in between kissing Anna. Anna pushed him back on the couch. “Careful, I’m old now. I’m not as spry as I once was,” Adam said, reclining on his back. Anna smiled, “I’ll be gentle then.” Her top component snapped off, falling to the floor, followed by her bottoms and leggings. ...