Tomorrow

Corpse Bride Chars. Belong to Tim.


Huffing. It felt so good I knew I wanted more. I quickened my thrusting but I was afraid that I might break her jaw. It wasn’t enough. Pulling out I threw my clothes off all the way and pulled her dress off.

I could see my breath in the dim lit of my candle. I kissed her mouth. Her wonderful mouth. Shoving my tongue deep, my hand pumping on my member. Still not enough. My hands fumbled with her bra and I literally ripped off her underwear.

God.

I barely had enough spit to attempt some sort of lube and then entered her. Tight. My thrusting warming her up with every move. I pawed at her breasts and lapped at her cold neck. Her eyes were wide in shock.

Oh God.

I shuddered and unleashed my load. I could barely breath. For a moment we lay together in silence, but I knew it couldn’t last. It was just too damn cold.

I pulled out and grabbed her veil to wipe my self off. It was late, I needed to get home. I quickly redressed her as best I could. Not that it would matter. I’d be back tomorrow.
Shit. A dog was barking nearby. I quickly rolled her body back into her shallow grave and grabbed my shovel. I couldn’t fill the hole back up quick enough it seemed. The barking was growing louder and she was still exposed to the open air.

Fuck, I quickly threw my shovel aside and climbed up into the tree. The dog came, but the damn mutt was only a stray. It sniffed at her hand and pulled out her forearm. With a bone to gnaw on it was happy and left. It was all right though. Neither of us could use that arm anyways.

I dropped back out of the tree, my breath coming out in puffs. So many times I’d almost been caught. “But it’s our secret isn’t it Emily?”

I finished burying her and hid my shovel. I would definitely come back again. I always did.

Tomorrow. I just have to wait till tomorrow. Then… “Then we can be together again.” I wiped away my sweat and slicked back my hair. When I got into town know one suspected a thing. But they all spoke of a dog who they’d shot. Apparently it had a human hand.

Oh well, one less witness to interfere with our love. After all, dead men tell no tales.