Psycho-Sexual

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how hard I was. I was lying on my stomach, you see, so not only was I pressing it into the bed, aching like I rarely do of a morning, but I could feel, not just the tip of my Cock, but it’s entire length. Pushing up between my stomach and the bed, fighting to get free. Fighting for relief.

The second thing I noticed was the memories. Once aware of my surroundings, they come rushing back. I suddenly felt her hesitance, as I unbuttoned her blouse. I could feel how wet she was when I slid the full length of myself inside her. Do you know how powerful that is? To feel that so strong after waking? I could feel her essence coat my shaft right down to the tip of her balls – and through that, I felt an awareness of her.

I could hear her curse.

The word ‘fuck’ slithered out of her lips in a hushed strained voice.

I remember the way my name left her lips – panicked, wondering, hesitant.

‘They’ll catch us’ she said. ‘They’re coming up the stairs.’

I can feel her urgency even writing this now.

Oh me, the dream me, was not worried. He was alight with a buzz, you see. It was the energy rocketing through his veins, the flip side of cortisol, but he was not scared. Dream me was confident.

She squeaked as I took my stride, sliding out then easing in.

‘Where are you guys?’ Came their voices. The voices of family. ‘What are you doing up there?’

My sister – my dream sister – my not-sister. My sister from another mister’s memories. My sister with someone else’s memories. My doppelgänger of a sister, her features changing, her face shifting into something like playdough, had my memories from another life, how wet she was, how hard she was.

‘I’m here’ she croaked. She was winded beneath me. It wasn’t my weight, you see, but my cock, knocking the wind from her sails.

She was nude beneath me, her body pale, resembling something else from another life. This isn’t her, not my sister. Not really. Who is this woman beneath me, wriggling in ecstasy, feeling that terrible fullness of me inside her, the type that eats at you, the type you feel even after the act. Who are we, that we have given ourselves over to lust, in all it’s frenzied, frantic power.

She, this stranger, will feel it long after dream me is no longer conscious.

I ponder all this, cock ever hard, coated in sweat, the remnants of an orgasm lingering, as I shake off somebody’s else’s life.

Cherry

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This is how it goes.
Her strawberry blonde hair is strewn out across her face in tangles, covering her pretty little eyes.
Her eyes are clenched shut so tight that it hurts.
But that’s not the only thing that hurts her — her face is down against the carpet, grinding against it with every thrust he takes. She can feel the place where it will burn later in the evening.
He’s behind her, she can feel his cock deep within her, filling her to the brim.
There’s no art to this, no poetry. He pulls out fast and slides in fast, knocking the air out of her and leaving her in the daze.
Cherry can feel her body twist in places it doesn’t want to go to. It’s angled upwards, her ass – wet from her slick cunt – catches the breeze as it’s held high in the air.

Cherry is left paralysed in the moment, feeling the throe of both pain and pleasure wash over her.
She can feel her stomach rise and twist when the wind is knocked from her as he enters her, she can feel her nipples harden to the coarse kiss of the carpet beneath her.
Her interaction is reduced to hoarse moans that slip past her lips. She can feel the strands of her hair catch on the corners of her mouth.
Beads of sweat form and trickle down her forehead. Feeling their trickling itch is agony.

There’s an urgency that creeps up on her. Her cheeks, nipples and knees burn from the carpet but she can feel her orgasm rising. Her stomach swells with anticipation.
He, Cherry’s father, comes. Cherry knows this because he has pulled out, at once denying her orgasm and fulfilling his, shooting his come over the cheeks of her ass.
Much later, Cherry would sit in her bedroom, her radio on loud, as she furiously assaults her clit, desperate to recreate the moment in her mind, feeling him inside her still, so she can at least come like the good girl she knows she is. Like she deserves.

For now, she slumps against the floor, ass in the air, as he roughs her hair gently, tenderly.
‘I love you, Cherry’ He says, and she feels he means it.
‘I love you too, Daddy’ She responds breathlessly, and she feels she means it.

Ice and Fire, Part II

FOR A MOMENT everything was blinding white light.
In that moment, Elsa started to panic that she had gone blind.
She fell to the floor, thumbing her way along the ground.
There was nothing but white light and the sound of ringing in her ears.
Her body was throbbing with pain all over.
Her mouth ached where his cock had violently fucked her mouth and there was a burning sensation where her head hit the wall repeatedly.
A fragment of vision came to her then…then another.
Piece by piece, her vision returned to her. The world around her returned.
Elsa limped along the ground, feeling the cool air ride up her bare ass. The sensation was dizzying, in a way that she couldn’t tell was arousal or anger.
She crawled into something rock solid before her and shrieked.
Upon closer inspection, it was the guard, his hands up as if shielding himself.
Elsa looked into the still eyes of the man that had forced himself upon her and felt the anger rise up through her, burning in her chest.
She lashed out with a shriek unlike anything she’s ever heard come from herself and the guard fell backwards into the ground.
There was a deafening crack and what was once the guard splintered into tiny fragments, scattering along the great hall in tiny jagged pieces.
The sight knocked the air right out of Elsa and held her in place.
She had just murdered a man. Just like that.
Everything around her seemed false. Like a dream.
Like she was viewing things through frosted glass.
I killed a man, Elsa thought. The words came to her again and again.
I killed a man. Murderer. MURDERER. You did it, you killed him. You’re going to bring down the entire kingdom.
She fell to her knees.
And screamed.

She stumbled through Anna’s door, her dress torn right down the middle, tears streaming down her face, with her blonde hair covering her eyes and cheeks.
Her left breast was exposed and bruised where the guard had struck her. It shone a bright purple in the light.
Anna was sitting in a chair that sat against the wall, a book lay opened in her lap.
Her eyes were wide and terrified.
With Anna’s eyes now on her, she could now feel the come resting on her face and the summer breeze racing across her ass.
For a moment, the two women stood eyeing each other and with every passing second, Elsa felt guilty for even coming to her.
“But I didn’t know where to go to” said Elsa, finishing the sentence out loud.
She had taken the back way to get to Anna’s to avoid the town’s eyes. She did it all for Anna. Something amongst the churning stomach tickled at her insides.
Anna took off her own coat, revealing her pale freckled shoulders, and closed the door behind Elsa.
“There was a man..a guard…he..”
Anna took her sister and held her tight against her.
Elsa let out a sob, muffled by Anna’s chest. She relayed the events of the past half hour to Anna. All the while Anna sat listening to her and didn’t say a word.
When Elsa was finally finished,  she looked up at her baby sister.
“I don’t know who I am anymore, Anna”
Anna pulled away from the hug to look at her sister.
“You’re Elsa” Anna said, smiling. “My kind and beautiful sister”
“I’m a monster”
“The only monster is that guard. Which we will take care of once we get you cleaned up.”
Anna put her arm around Elsa and moved her along gently.
Elsa didn’t have the heart to tell her sister that she had taken care of that guard.
She didn’t even know his name.

Elsa sat staring up at the ceiling, her face devoid of any emotion for she was frozen in fear at what had transpired.
Anna had left her alone in the bathtub for some initial privacy and there she had cried so hard her chest began to ache.
A few minutes had passed since then and after making sure she was composed, she asked for her baby sister.
Anna had entered the room in trepidation, as you’d suppose a sister might if her sibling was bathing.
Elsa hid her nakedness underneath the bubbles, with only a bare leg propped up being visible to Anna.
When Elsa asked if Anna could wash the come out of her hair, Anna didn’t hesitate to pull up a stool and begin washing.
It was hard to describe her feelings then, Elsa found. The shock of the murder seemed to give way to the soothing heat of the bathtub.
Anything that remained of the guard had since been scoured from her body and she was born again.

Born again. The words caught on her mind, circling around and around. Born again.
Elsa couldn’t shake the thought as Anna cleaned her hair. Every cleansing sensation that came about by Anna purifying her golden locks brought the notion back to the forefront of her mind.

To keep her mind off of things, Elsa asked her about how things were going.
Is she happy? How are things with Kristoff? Is he treating her alright?
The answer to all things, of course, was yes.
But when Anna spoke, she spoke with, at least it seemed that way to Elsa, with uncertainty.
At what and why? Elsa was too tired to ponder on.
The image of the guard shattering into a thousand minuscule pieces came back to her and she shuddered.
“That bath looks so warm and cozy”
Anna’s voice snapped Elsa out of the thought. She tilted her head back, craning it almost, to look up at Anna.
Anna’s eyes were glazed over and distracted.
“You’re welcome to share it”

The words came dancing off her tongue before Elsa realized. Her heart leapt in her throat.
“I mean, you know…if you’d like”
Elsa wanted to bury her head in the water and freeze over the bath her embarrassment was that large.
She turned her gaze away from Anna and practices her breathing.
Conceal, don’t feel, her fathers voice spoke to her throughout the ages.
“Kristoff and I..I mean..we can’t fit..we tried once..”
Elsa looked to Anna just in time to see her go bright Scarlett. It made her whole face glow.
She didn’t know what to say to that so she let the conversation give way to silence.
“But…” Anna spoke in a whisper, and swallowed. The click in her throat was quite audible.
“We could try…”

Anna stood up from her stool and walked to the front of the bathtub.
She locked eyes with Elsa and took a sharp breath in.
Elsa saw this and forced a gentle shrug.
“You don’t have to, Anna”
The corner of Anna’s lips curved into a smile as she reached behind her back.

Her hands moved, back and forth, as Anna’s face twisted in concentration.
Her hands then moved quickly to the front as her dress fell forward, revealing her nude body.
Neither of them spoke a moment as Anna stood there.
Elsa regarded her and felt heartbeat spike.
Anna was extraordinarily beautiful.
Extraordinarily beautiful in the way that words can’t describe, only the feeling in your stomach soaring as a bird high in the sky can.
She was pale, with freckles sprinkled across her arms and thighs.
Her breasts were small and perky, with soft pink nipples. They heaved up and down as Anna stood breathing nervously.
Elsa found her eyes traveling over her sister’s body, feeling guilt but also an intrigue that forced her to keep looking with curiosity.

Anna’s mound was lightly trimmed and as red as her hair.
A new sub thought was added to Elsa’s ever-chugging train: her mound was pleasing to her eyes.
Anna reached up and untied her hair, which promptly fell across her shoulders, covering her nipples.
Elsa has to remind herself to swallow.

It was at that point, while remembering to breathe, that Elsa remembered to make room for her baby sister.
She grabbed hold of the bathtub and sat upright, revealing her chest.
Anna’s eyes travelled to her sister’s breasts and there was a hint of her eyes widening.
She looked away.
“Anna, it’s okay. Come get in before you catch a chill”
Elsa had larger breasts then Anna and a shape that Elsa had grown to love over the years.
Out of the two sisters, it seemed, Elsa had inherited this trait from her mother.

Anna, quite slowly, stepped one foot before the other and lowered herself down gently into the bath.
A few moments of an uneasy silence passed between the two as they got comfortable but before long, it was as if they were anywhere having a conversation at any time.
Elsa forgot her mantra and Anna let go of being shy.
The two spoke about their parents, about Olaf being a hit with the children and how they spent their summers in the forests beyond the castle.
There was no mention of Hans, the incident with the eternal winter or the guard.
For the first time in forever, Elsa felt something she had never felt before: a sense of belonging. She felt that here, in this bubble, in this very moment, was where she belonged.

O, the guilt was there indeed!
It had not left Elsa despite the joy their conversation had brought her.
It lingered in the air; it hovered above her with every light touch that their bodies made.
Elsa couldn’t properly conceive her love for her sister, not yet at this point in time. That would come later.
Now, she could feel the guilt behind her chest, pumping it’s way through her system via the cortisol in her veins.
Anna had been feeling a similar sensation; only chest had pained her in her anxious mind.
There was something enchanting about her older sister, something electric, something supernatural that seemed to possess her.
What was this, she had wondered, looking at the way Elsa’s nipple sat above water.
Was this simple admiration or something deeper?
The thought of finding another woman attractive was alien to her, let alone the idea of being intimate with one.
Anna pushed it out of her mind and the two continued their conversation.
The two of them laughed and splashed each other as they talked.
And each of them separately thought it was the most beautiful experience they’ve shared together.

To Be Continued…

 

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The Backseat

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She let out a sigh. Her breath was warm against my cheek.
Suddenly, the inside of the car was growing warmer. My skin felt like it was on fire.
She started kissing down my neck, her fingers dragging their way down my chest.
“Please” she mumbled in a hushed moan. “I need to”
By this point, my cock was tenting in my pants. The ache not only throbbed, it pulsated through my entire body. I needed to tear it free. But that was already on her mind. 
She unzipped my pants and freed my cock. The relief came in an instant. Having my cock free satisfied that ache that was threatening to drive me insane.
That was when she wiggled down onto her knees. How she managed to wiggle into the tight space that was the mystified me — but by that point, she had gripped my cock firmly and let out a delightful moan. Gripping me must’ve been as satisfying as letting my cock free from my pants was for me.
She looked up at me, flashed that wide and dazzling smile – then lowered her mouth upon my cock. 
Sensations came to mind – wet. Warm. I held back a moan as her mouth slid up and down over my cock. She giggled in between sucking me. Pleased at finally getting what she wanted all afternoon.
“You taste so good” She whispered to me from below.
That was when my sister lowered her mouth on my cock once more.