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inside of me. I took that feeling and was lost in it. My body convulsed with pleasure as our bodily juices mixed. The scent of his musk filled my nostrils. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, wishing my every sense to be filled by him...not wishing to know where I ended and he began.
    I’ll say it again: the beyond is pleasant enough. Gone are the woes of our earthly forms and whatever troubles might have plagued us, and in that there is true peace to be found. However, the true meaning of heaven is right here on Earth when deep in the grip of a mind-blowing orgasm. We can only experience it for a few moments at a time, but there is nothing like it in all of creation. Trust me on this; I have a little extra perspective in this regard.
    Eventually, my spasms turned to quivers and then finally abated altogether. Spent, I felt the last few drops of Harold spill into me. In life, I had often lamented that we were never blessed with children. Even now, the pain of being childless remained...even if just as a distant memory. Tests had shown that Harold was sterile. In death, though, I saw that was probably a good thing now. The way he was going through women with his bare cock, he would have otherwise probably been hit with a dozen paternity suits by now. It was also a win for me. I had always loved the feel of a man’s release. Now I got to experience it in more ways than I ever dared dream.
    Harold pulled out of me and produced a key with which to free me from my bonds. I found my wrists were a little sore from straining against them, but I was otherwise feeling quite good. Ah, to be young again.
    “I’m happily surprised to see that you came,” he said, sitting up in bed.
    I laughed. “Why should that surprise you, dear? You seem to always make me cum.”
    “Not what I meant,” he replied.
    “What then?”
    He hesitated a moment before saying, “It’s not important.”
    “Tell me,” I insisted, sitting up and putting my arms around him. I leaned against his back, feeling my nipples harden as they came into contact with his skin. This body, whoever she was, was already prepared for another go. I could get used to that.
    “The...spell,” he said. “I thought I might have messed it up tonight.”
    “How?” I asked, intrigued. Aside from passing mentions of it back when we began our illicit supernatural trysts, Harold had been quite mum on his methods for bringing me back. Considering the delights that awaited me upon my return, and the short time periods involved, I hadn’t thought to question him further.
    “It’s complicated.”
    “I’m not a moron, Harold,” I protested, briefly remembering the small art gallery I had run in life. I wondered what had ever happened to it.
    Before I could ponder that further, though, he replied, “As I said, it’s difficult to explain. Tonight I thought I might have accidentally mixed up some of the components.”
    “What components?”
    “Belladonna,” he said offhandedly. “It’s one of the key ingredients. I wasn’t paying attention. Some telemarketer called me while I was preparing things, and I thought I might have mixed in mandrake extract instead. I keep the damn things right next to each other...”
    He was right; I had no idea what he was talking about. Heck, I barely believed in an afterlife and I was living (or something) in it. The supernatural mumbo jumbo he was talking about was beyond me.
    I decided to push that thought away. I only had about two and a half more hours before being banished back to the netherworld. I wanted to test the limits of this body...and Harold’s.
    “Let’s not worry about that right now.” I slid off the bed and positioning myself on my knees before him. “It worked. That’s all that matters. Let’s make good use of our time together.” I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.
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    Harold was done for after I finished sucking him off, savoring the taste of him in the youthful mouth of this body. I was a bit