‘Why did you leave me?’
He didn’t answer. He would have resisted me when he was alive. I couldn’t help myself, but I started bucking violently into his body. My semen was already beginning to trickle down over his balls and onto the sheets and he was so relaxed now that I could push my full length in with one easy thrust. I knelt between his legs and lifted them until I could get his knees over my shoulders. I lay beside him for the next hour or so, not caring for the time that slipped slowly past us, just enjoying his company. Then, with one final push, I sheathed myself in him up to my balls and kissed his neck and cheek. I played with his limp cock, squeezed his cold balls, wondering whether there was still a spark of life trapped in there. I would never leave him. He was lying on the gurney, waiting for me.
