Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters Annabelle Hawthorne (ebook reader browser .txt) 📖

talk about all your old regrets. Nobody tells you that the worst part is watching your future vanish, seeing all your hopes and dreams become a whisper of smoke you can no longer hold on to.” Alex pulled her legs up against her body and put her chin on her knees. “You get to see bits and pieces before they bury you. It’s almost like having a shitty internet connection, and the video skips. Until you told me, I wasn’t entirely sure how I died.” Her face darkened. “My parents. They were not kind.”

“They still couldn’t accept you. Even at the end.”

“Not true. It was you they couldn’t accept. That’s why they didn’t let you come to the funeral. You were a reminder of what I was and what I wasn’t. In death, I was simply a wayward angel who may have someday come back to the fold, met a nice guy, had some babies. But now I was dead, my legacy forever tarnished by some white girl who came along and corrupted my poor soul.” Alex chuckled. “Death isn’t at all what anybody expects, by the way. Sure, some parts are how they say, but I promise you this—their version of eternity is going to be a lot less peaceful than mine.”

“You’re…you’re at peace?” A flood of emotion welled up behind Dana’s eyes, threatening to burst through the dam.

“Almost.” Alex stood. “There is something I miss very much.” She stepped across the gap and sat down next to Dana. Each lounge chair was just wide enough for both of them. “You see, one of the things you learn when you are dead is that you can’t replace some people. I’ve met some interesting beings, but none of them hold a candle to you, Sparks.”

“I miss you so much,” Dana said, gazing into Alex’s eyes. From here, she could barely make out the dark freckles on her cheeks.

“I miss you too.” Alex placed a gentle hand on the side of Dana’s neck, then moved it to her cheek.

“Is this real?” Dana asked. “Is this a dream?”

“Doesn’t matter what I say. Either you’ll stay with me forever or you’ll wake up.” Alex pulled Dana to her, her thick lips gently touching Dana’s. Dana let out a sigh of relief, then slid her arms around Alex’s torso, holding her tight against her. She could feel Alex’s hot breath on her face, smell the grease on her fingers from cooking, sensations that should have been impossible in a dream. She kept waiting for it to end, keeping her fingers crossed that it wouldn’t. She didn’t care if that meant she had died—truth be told, she was dead already.

“Alex, I—”

Alex placed a finger against Dana’s lips, her other hand running down the side of Dana’s arm. Gentle hands moved across the bare skin of Dana’s stomach, tracing shapes on her flesh that made goose bumps rise on Dana’s arms.

“I saw that you fixed up my bike,” Alex said, her lips by Dana’s ear. Tender kisses landed on Dana’s neck and moved lower to find her collarbone. Alex’s fingers slid up Dana’s stomach, pushing aside the fabric of her bathing suit and finding the soft flesh of her breasts.

“I wanted it to remember you,” Dana said, her voice little more than a whisper.

“Do you remember what happened on this night?” Alex asked her.

“We started making out on the balcony.” Dana’s hand was on Alex’s hip. “Things got hot, but I chickened out. I was afraid someone would see us out here, so we went inside and made love in our room.”

“Not this time.” Alex snapped her fingers, and the porch light went out. Starlight illuminated the beach below, the clouds evaporating in the ghostly glow of the sky. “This time, no regrets.”

“Alex.” Dana said her girlfriend’s name as if it was a prayer.

Alex pressed her lips to Dana’s, a soft touch that was immediately familiar yet still exciting. Dana ran one hand up Alex’s stomach and realized that she wore nothing beneath the tank top. She caressed the underside of Alex’s breast, generating a slight moan of contentment. Alex’s breasts were super sensitive—she wore bras with extra padding if she had to wear anything heavy like a sweater. Dana placed her palm against the base of Alex’s left breast, her fingers and thumb resting perfectly beneath its curve. She could feel it faintly, the heart that had stopped so long ago beating gently in her chest.

“It’s beating,” Dana said, tears filling her eyes. “It’s really beating in there.”

“For you, it never stopped.” Their lips met again, and Dana tumbled back onto her chair, Alex straddling her hips. Alex sat up, pulling her tank top over her head to reveal her small breasts, breasts that Dana had kissed hundreds of times. It wasn’t so much the thrill of burying her face in a beautiful bosom but rather the reaction of the woman who owned them that made them Dana’s favorite body part. Leaning down, Alex kissed her way down Dana’s neck, running her hands across Dana’s stomach, then up her ribs. Dana kissed her back, hyperaware of Alex’s fingers as they slid beneath her, undoing her bikini top. The cold night air of the afterlife made Dana’s nipples stand at attention. Alex and Dana being roughly the same height, Alex’s nipples would occasionally rub across Dana’s when they kissed, causing Alex to gasp.

Dana squeezed Alex’s ass, then moved her hands upward and onto Alex’s lower back. Alex moved off-center, lightly gyrating her hips on Dana’s hipbone. The contact was minimal, but with her nipples being flicked, Dana hungered for more sexual contact of any kind. Dana pulled Alex down, their breasts pushing together until Alex could change positions to where they were both comfortable. Dana lifted her left leg, and Alex slid herself onto it, grinding her crotch into Dana’s upper thigh. Dana watched Alex’s face as she stirred herself into a small frenzy.

“I love you,” Dana said, grabbing Alex’s hips and pulling her closer, allowing