Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
Not once did Paul come to mind.
The Matron was a kindly soul, she held my hand softly and patted the back of my hand, gently, soothingly. “It will be alright,” she said. “In time it will all come back to you. Your friends and family will know where to find you.”
“Rest Roberta and we will talk again when you wake.” The Matron said. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. This time dreams I had were beautiful. Margaret, oh my sweet Margaret, in fields of green, of swaying flowers, hand in hand, warm bright sunlight, coming and going, butterflies of rainbow colours filled the sky, of cooling breezes that made me quiver. Sweet kisses of honey.
‘And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.’
Birds loudly singing, dogs barking out orders. Then dreams of dark thunderous rain clouds and harsh winds, sweeping everything away. Cold dark nights, freezing hands patting my arm. It was then that my Margret disappeared, my arms couldn’t move, the bright lights in my eyes coming and going. A needle in my arm and the dreaming stopped, the noises stopped. Just sleep, darkness, empty, a soulless dreamless sleep.
So cold.
I heard noises, but couldn’t open my eyes, I wanted to, I wanted to sit up a say “I’m here, I’m alright.” But nothing would work. The images in my mind were of people in white, rushing here and rushing there, men looking over me. Touching me, not in an intimate way but talking into my face, asking me questions, feeling my head. And then nothing once again. Just my sleep, quiet, dark, dreamless sleep.
Sweet voices were speaking to me, asking me to wake up, and begging me to wake up. I felt a hand in mine squeezing it, someone kissing my hand. Words whispered into my ear. “My Mistress, please don’t leave me.” Then darkness once more. Quiet, silence, words of poetry from far away.
‘Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep In the next valley glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?’
Like a roller coaster, I was almost awake then I was fast asleep.
It was recorded as 14:32 on Wednesday 17th June 1970 that I officially woke up.
I lay there in a semi-darkened room, my eyes weren’t quite open, and I couldn’t see anyone. I heard a noise as an angel appeared before me. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I was gagging. She was a nurse, Snr Nurse Rachel Moody. She smiled and told me not to panic as the tubes were helping me breathe.