Stormy Dark Night
Copyright © 2022, 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 12: Tempus Fugit
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Tempus Fugit - Actually, you DO want to get caught dead at Lawson's Hotel. Updated Oct. 2023.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Restart Science Fiction Time Travel Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Voyeurism
It was the morning everything changed at Lawson’s Hotel. Beth and Horace arrived late for breakfast, with shock all over their faces. Ella rushed to them: “What’s wrong, my friends?”
Beth was unsteady, deferring to Horace. “Sit down, everyone, please, we have some news.”
“As you know, here at the hotel, time passes slowly, but it does pass. As near as we can tell, it has been more than 350 ‘days’ since my wife and I were killed on the turnpike near here.”
“In other words, a full year. Let’s show them, my dear.” Beth and Horace faced each other and held up their left hands palm-to-palm. First with Beth’s hand in front, then flipped with her hand in back.
Their hands were translucent! Each of their wedding rings showed clearly through the flesh of the other’s hand!
Ella cried out and sank into a nearby chair amid general consternation by the group.
Horace called for quiet. “Please, my friends, be at peace. Divine providence granted us a great gift of a happy life after death. It would be churlish to complain that this gift was limited. And, we have seen a terrible but beautiful future for humankind full of wonders and of love.”
“Of course, we will miss our dear friends, our guests in this miraculous hotel in the afterlife. But for us this gift is ending. Send us on our way with love. Be happy in your time together at Lawson’s.”
Beth’s voice was unsteady. “Let us all have a final embrace, and then my husband and I will spend our last hours in this world joyfully together in our bed.”
Later, Céline addressed the remaining guests.
“I know we’re all upset, but I don’t want to toss out all this food. Does anyone want their plate warmed?”
Andrew roused himself. “Sure, but I want something else warmed too, Sweetie.”
She rolled her eyes and took his dish. Just then, Beth’s erotic cries were overheard from their bedroom.
Jonah and Jean stood and carried away to the kitchen Ella’s, Céline’s, and their own plates. Still at the table, Andrew was alone with his thoughts. Beth and Horace had made such a home for them in this afterlife.
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