Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... panties, and an undershirt and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the doorway, watching as Angel dried herself with the towel. More and more, I could feel her naked beauty arousing me. It was not a physical arousal, but an emotional one. I wanted to make love with her, not sex, not the act performed by porn stars and drunk teens. I felt a physical attraction to her, but it was an emotional one that was far more powerful. I walked in and handed her the clothes and she got dressed, save for the blouse. With a smile in the back of my mind, I regretted seeing her clothed. She lay down in the bed and I wrapped her in the blankets. I placed my hand on her cheek. “Just try and get some rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” I said with a small smile. “Do you promise that I’ll wake up and still be here, and you’ll still be with me?” She asked. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “Of course.” I whispered. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. On the island table, hidden behind a box of cereal, was my bottle of pain meds. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized something. I looked at my hand. …There was no pain. The whole time I had been with Angel, I had been feeling no pain, just like whenever I dreamed her. I pulled the suicide note out from my pocket and stared at it, my eyes fixed on the teardrops that Angel had left when she read it. “I don’t feel any pain…” I murmured. With a smile of relief, I walked into the living room and grabbed the ...

... lighter above the fireplace. Igniting the small butane torch, I held the flame under the suicide note and then tossed it onto the bed of cold ashes, letting the flames destroy was could have been. “I’m not sure believe in God, I honestly don’t know what to believe after this miracle, but I do think that Fate has brought you to me Angel. You took my pain away…” I murmured to myself. For the next three hours, I simply sat in the easy chair in the living room, thinking about my future and the life I would live with Angel. As fantasy after fantasy passed through my mind, I heard the front door open, signaling the return of my family. My sister, younger brother, and parents stepped inside. “Marcus, you really need to start getting out of the house. You need to spend time with people.” My mom nagged. “I have.” I muttered under my breath as I stood up and walked over, carefully choosing my words. This was going to be difficult. “There is something I need to tell you…” I began. “What?” My dad asked. “I haven’t been alone. A girl showed up at the backdoor, naked and covered in blood. She’s alive, I managed to save her before she froze to death, but says she can’t remember anything.” “Marcus, we know your kidding.” My brother laughed. “She’s upstairs, sleeping in the guestroom. Sorry sis, but I had to give her some of your clothes.” I said dryly, finally convincing my family that I was telling the truth. “Marcus, is there really a girl here? Is what you’re saying true?” My mom asked ...