//------------------------------// // The World is My Oyster // Story: My Life with Nanaimo // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// I woke up laying next to Towanda in her bed -- her warmth made me sweat a bit so I got up to walk around a little. It was still dark outside and the lights had been turned off, so I couldn't see anything at all. Even when my eyes finally adjusted to the very low light level, I still couldn't see anything. Towanda noticed my absence and called for me to come back to bed with her. "Mmm, Mike, I need you," she said softly. I fumbled around the room until I found the bed again and lost my balance, falling onto her. She grunted in response to my feeble attempt to find something to hold onto. "Ooof, that kinda hurt," she grimaced, her words indicating a level of pain I was unaccustomed to. "Uh, sorry about that, Towanda, I was trying to get my bearings again," I replied sheepishly as I crawled over her to find my side of the bed. Towanda's bulk was large enough to cover most of the bed, leaving only a sliver for me to sleep on. "Mmmh, you need to be more careful," she admonished gently. "Here, let me hold you a bit longer," she giggled. "Girl, you do too good a job at keeping me warm -- I needed a little air, that's why I got up -- I was hoping I'd be able to see something, but it's so dark in here," I complained softly, trying to keep my voice low. Towanda giggled a little at this. "Mmmh, I love how warm you are yourself, and you know I can't help but touch you while you're laying next to me," she said softly, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Besides, I need you to make love to me too!" she giggled a little more loudly. I could see the smile on her face, a smile that melted my heart. "I never thought I'd meet you for real," I responded. "I thought you were just merely a character I had created a long time ago, a girl who would be suited to serve my fantasies," I added, a level of astonishment having crept into my tone. "I'm as real as you need me to be, Michael," she chortled, her bubbly personality starting to show itself. "Besides, even if you did create me, it doesn't matter because I'm here for you now," she added, giggling a little more. "But what about Nanaimo?" I asked, almost immediately regretting having asked the question. "Your pony girl? I would love to meet her, I think we could get along quite well together," she answered softly, her smile never wavering, perhaps even widening a little. "You know how much I love you, and I know how much you love me too -- and I think I know how much you love your pony girl too, but that's cool, we can share you!" "Mmmh, you are too kind -- I'll have to ask her to see what she thinks about such an arrangement," I said softly as I laid beside her again. The thickness of her body was too great a temptation for me to resist, and I almost instinctively found myself rubbing her belly and breasts. "Mmmh, I'll let you do more than that if you want," she giggled. "That feels very nice, please keep doing that," she added softly. Urged on by her coaxing, I continued to lavish affection upon her very thick body and she reciprocated by doing special stuff for me, stuff I hadn't experienced in a very long time. We locked eyes for a moment and I could have sworn I had seen a vision of myself having been transformed into a copy of her body. Our eyes went very wide for just a brief instant, the two of us locked into a gaze of paralysis -- at that very moment, I knew that she was an integral part of me. "Um, I need a moment," she whispered softly before turning away from me, presenting me with her back. Without saying a word, I turned my back to her, though her size kept me in close contact with her anyway, her warmth causing both of us to sweat a little from our backs. I lost consciousness at this point as my fatigue finally overwhelmed me -- whatever happened after that was a mystery to me, as I was unable to perceive any activity on or around me.