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The best time is crash day. It only comes around two or three times a week, but it’s well worth the wait, and even all the often deadly drama that invariably leads up to it.

 Cuz that’s when she comes in for a much needed crash-landing and goes belly up for any amount of time between ten and thirty five hours, depending on how long and grueling the preceeding mission was and how much food and sedatives she’ll let me feed her over the course of the long hibernation.

 Today she’s right in the middle of an especially good one. She got home and went flat out and stayed out for over eight hours, letting me get the same amount of uninterrupted sleep for the first time in I don’t know how long. She woke up bellowing for food and snacks and I gladly tended to her every need and we even watched a movie together and cuddled on the sofa for hours while she fell in and out of consciousness. When she was awake she was unusually warm and sweet.

 Now she’s fallen into a deep delta rest again and shes been sleeping peacefully ever since, even when I fucked her sleeping cunt gentle and long and slow at the end of the movie.

  Now, eighteen hours into this big crash, its 3 in the afternoon and pouring a steady rain outside my window and I’m up in the loft bed looking down at her amazing ethereal beauty, sleeping as peaceful as an angel sprawled out on the sofa, as I get ready to dive into my pillows for another trip to Dreamland myself.

 Soft classical music is massaging my ears from the radio as the rain falls and the steady ceiling fan lulls me down into the heavenly relief of that soporific comfort zone of an ideal crash day.

 My phones are turned off and the doorman downstairs has been given strict orders: No visitors.

This is as peaceful a day as it gets, in stark contrast to the last few days of deadly battle on a deadly tightrope duel between angels and demons of Heaven and Hell… Somehow, the recent memory of all that and the dramatic contrast with this Nirvana of peace and contentment all makes it even more delightful somehow.

 Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008. All Rights Reserved.NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa vivo ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.