Very old, very mediocre writing.. but very sexy!
Fantasy #1 The Handicapped Stall
Different is bad. That is what Angel had been taught her whole life to believe. But she was lesbian, and lesbian was different, wasn’t it? She was in love with a girl. But not just any girl. Lira, the most popular girl in school. And today, Angel had worked up the courage to ask her out. Lisa, with her perfect brown hair, so much better than Angel’s own blonde hair. Angel headed to school feeling apprehensive. She finished her lunch during the lunch break and headed to the bathroom to vomit it back up. She had to be pretty to get Lira to like her. Angel couldn’t be fat like she is. She headed into the handicapped stall in the girls bathroom and vomited before sitting on the toilet when someone came in. She heard them come up to the handicapped stall and push the door open. Crap! She had forgotten to lock it! To her horror, it was Lira. Angel tried in vain to pull up her pants, but Lira stopped her.
“No, wait.” She said. Angel waited. Lira started walking up towards Angel on the toilet. She pulled Angel’s pants down the rest of the way, along with her own. She slid the handicapped stall lock shut, and as she did so, Angel took off her shirt. Lira took of her own shirt and pushed closer to Angel, unclipping her bra. Lira slid her hands up Angel’s stomach and they came to rest on her boobs. Angel gave a suppressed sigh and kissed Lira, wrapping her hands around her back and pulling off her bra. And then the rest of the clothes came off, laying in a pile around their feet, their skin pressed together and barely suppressed moans came from both girls’ lips - when they weren’t passionately kissing.
“Do you think we’re going too fast?” Lira asked.
“No,” Angel gasped, and then pressed her body back into Lira’s. Her back dug into the toilet handle, but she ignored the pain and kept rocking forwards into Lira. Lira pulled her off and the two rolled onto the floor, with Lira on top.
“Oh yes, yes baby.” Said Lira.
“Wanna- wanna go out?” Asked Angel with a laugh.
“Mmm hmm.” Said Lira, burying her face in Angel’s neck and biting into it, drawing small beads of blood. Angel sighed and moaned, and the two of them were so into it that thy barely heard the lunch bell. But they did, and the sex stopped as abruptly as it began.
“See ya tomorrow,” said Angel.
“Yeah, although I hope I do more than just see you,” said Lira with a sexy wink. The whole rest of the day, Angel couldn’t stop thinking about Lira’s body, the way she had felt. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when she could feel it again.
Fantasy #2 Skipping School
Angel was on the bus going to school, her mind in a daze. She was texting Lira, whose number she had only just gotten. Lira who she’d lost her virginity to. She didn’t regret it either. Sex with Lira had felt like a brief moment of paradise. A flower in the winter. When she got to school, Lira was waiting.
“C’mon girl, we’re gonna skip school. Give you a makeover.” Angel was excited. She had never skipped school before. She knew the punishment would be severe if she was caught, but that made her want to do it more.
“Let’s go.” Angel replied.
A few hours later, the two of them were drunk on beers, alone. Lira (before she got drunk) had cut Angel’s long hair short, into a razored bob and dyed her hair black with bright purple streaks. Lira let her borrow one of her shirts - a crop top with a v neck that revealed Angel’s boobs.
“Girl, your boobs are huge! That’s a good thing, ya gotta show ’em off. So she put Angel in a half cup bra, and gave her torn up short shorts that went above her thigh. Then the two of them cuddled, watching sex scenes, getting high, fucking, kissing, touching, telling stories, and cutting deep lines into their legs and arms, the blood tracing down their arms and staining the couch they sat on. The two were giddy, laughing and joking about everything. Then they biked to school in time for lunch and had a great time in the bathroom.
“So babe, I like your new look and all, but a name like Angel doesn’t fit. You should change it.”
“How about... Daemon!” Angel suggested.
“Ooh I like it! Yes.” The two dissolved into hysteric giggles and the newly named Daemon slid her hands into Lira’s pants, loving the way she felt the wetness that stuck to her fingers.
“Hey, come on, do the real stuff, not this fake shit.” Lira said, still giving little laughs from the combination of weed and beer.
“Okay,” Daemon said, and slid Lira’s jeans down her legs. Slowly, Daemon sexually pulled off her shirt, looking like a pro stripper. Lira, impatient, pulled her own clothes off and slid Daemons shorts off.
“Mmm come closer.” Daemon did, and smelled Lira and her smoky breath. Lira leaned in and slid her tongue along Daemon’s boobs. Daemon shivered with anticipation and delight, and moaned softly. The lunch bell rang, signaling the restart of class - just when it was getting good.
“Why should we leave?” asked Lira. “We can stay here, together.” Daemon agreed. She had to have some more of Lira’s perfect sex. That evening, the two girls went to Daemon’s house together. Daemon hadn’t needed to explain her makeover, her parents didn’t ask. Her and Lira headed instantly for the bedroom. Lira crashed on Daemon’s bed.
“Damn girl, your bed is soft. But it would be softer with you,” she said seductively. Daemon didn’t hesitate, she slid into the sheets. The two girls were afraid to do anything more than touch though, for fear of what Daemon’s parents would do. They were comfortable with touching for a while, but eventually, after they had watched about two hours of porn, Daemond got bored.
“Let’s do a little more. Come on, my parents will never know.” So the two began to gently rock back and forth, being careful not to make noise. All of a sudden, Daemon’s older brother peeked in the door. Both girls slid low and tried to look innocent.
“You two really need to work on being secretive. Come on, I’ll show you a place.” Shocked, the two crept behind him into a small room in the basement that her dad used for band practice. “It’s soundproof,” her brother explained. The two were still embarrassed, but Daemon was more afraid than embarrassed. What if her brother told her parents? But Lira distracted her from her thoughts with a sharp kiss. After another hour of sex and getting high, the two girls talked for a few minutes before it was time for Lira to leave. Lira walked her to the door and felt as though her parents were watching her, judging her, every step of the way. She hurriedly wished Lira goodbye before retreating to her room. In her room, she began to cut, thin scars appearing on her wrists as she did. She thought of Lira, how beautiful Lira was, compared to how ugly Daemon was. That night, at dinner, she didn’t eat.
“I’m not hungry.” She said when her parents asked about it. Her brother gave her a look, but said nothing. She hoped her parents couldn’t smell the rancid smoke and alcohol on her breath, but more than anything she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It made her wet just thinking about it, so wet that the tiniest hint of a stain was present on her shorts. Damn, Lira was hot.
Fantasy #3 The Betrayal
Daemon, for the first time, was looking forward to going to school. She couldn’t wait to talk to Lira. But on the way to school, Lira answered none of her texts. So instead, Daemon began slicing at her wrists to occupy the time, being careful not to cut too deep. When she arrived at school, she was disappointed to find that Lira wasn’t waiting for her. She didn’t see Lira at all until lunch, so she spent the whole day thinking of her body. She had to excuse herself to go use the bathroom to disguise the wet marks from her longing for sex.
At lunch, Daemon rushed over to where Lira was sitting, the table full of her followers.
“Hey Lira.” Daemon said. Lira looked at her with disgust. A boy leaned over and put his arm around Lira.
“Who’s this loser trying to be cool?” He asked snobbishly.
“Dunno, never seen her before.” Lira lied.
“But- but we-“ Daemon was cut off by a different girl up the table.
“Go away you gay fag. No one wants you here, pretending to be cool.” Stunned and humiliated, Daemon sat in the bathroom alone and ate nothing, flushing her lunch down the toilet. And then she remembered something. Daemon still had the black hair dye that Lira had used on her hair - and that gave her an idea. Inspired and hungry for revenge, Daemon pulled it out and scrawled the hateful words across the bathroom stalls.
“Lira is a slut.”
Fantasy #4 Forgiveness
The next day, Lira confronted Daemon.
“How could you do that?” She demanded.
“Do what? Call you out for what you are?” Daemond retorted angrily.
“You can’t blame me for what happened at lunch. It wasn’t my fault, the whole table dared me to do it.” Lira protested.
“If I’m not worth a dare, I don’t think we can continue.” Daemond stated, and stalked off to class. That day at lunch, she headed to the bathroom. The lunchroom had nothing for her anyway. Daemon pushed her way into the handicapped stall to find that Lira already occupied it. She tried in vain to leave but Lira pulled her back in and locked the door. She tried to unlock it but the lock was stuck. As Daemon was about to yell, Lira pulled a hand over my mouth.
“Shh.” She hissed. Daemon was struck with fear at what Lira would do. Her fears were justified when Lira started stripping first herself, then Daemon. Lira moved forward and pinned Daemon to the ground.
“I know you want it.” She whispered in her ear. Daemon had to stifle a moan of pleasure. She did want it. As Lira violently shoved herself into Daemon, Daemon finally let loose a moan of pleasure. Lira smiled.
“I knew it,” and the two began shaking and moaning, the sex becoming more and more violent.
“Forgiveness?” Lira asked.
“Yes baby yes, oh yes.” Was Daemon’s reply. Daemons lunch bag was left forgotten on the bathroom floor as the two girls headed back to class. That night, Daemon went home and got her phone taken away from her for leaving her backpack. But she snuck it up to her room and watched porn for a while before Lira texted her.
“Hey send me a pic of ur body :)” she wrote. Daemon sent her pictures of her posing naked in the mirror and then sent her pictures zoomed in on her boobs and pussy. Lira sent back a lesbian emoji and the word delicious. Daemon fell asleep smiling, knowing that Lira thought she was pretty.
Fantasy #5 Sex Time
“Yo Lyr, I got good news!” Exclaimed Daemon as she met Lira outside the school.
“Don’t leave me hanging. What is it?” She asked with a laugh.
“My parents left with my brother to take him to an out of state sports meet.”
“You know what that means...”
“Sex time?” Daemon asked hopefully.
“Yeah, and you can sit with us at lunch, by the way. I explained enough to them that they will let you.”
“Mmm.” Said Daemon as Lira sat her head on Daemon’s shoulder, and slid her fingers into Daemon’s belt loops. The two walked like that for a while before they had to head to class, saying goodbye with a kiss, Lira sliding her tongue around in Daemon’s mouth before she had to go. That day at lunch, Daemon sat with the people at Lira’s table and noticed that the boy who had put his arm around her was gone.
“He’s my possessive ex,” Lira explained when Daemon asked who it had been.
The group cheered them on outside, yelling “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” Over and over until a teacher came up. Then everything stopped. Daemon went home feeling giddy from Lira’s kisses. She couldn’t stop licking her lips and tasting Lira’s makeup on them. That night, Lira came over with bags packed for a week.
“I’m staying over with you for the week, kay? To make sure you don’t get lonely in that bed of yours.”
“Uh huh.” Daemon smirked.
The two girls spent the night taking pictures of each others boobs and then pictures of their fingers in the others vagina. They laughed about it and were careful to not leave the broken beer bottles lying around. They spent the rest of the night watching late shows and touching themselves. They fell asleep on the couch, with their naked bodies pressed together under the blanket.
Fantasy #6 Party
The week was going great. The two girls spent a ton of time on social media together, bragging about their relationship and posting their naked photos. By the end of the day, each girl had like 400 followers. That night, both got a message inviting them to come to a party nearby. Daemond was reluctant at first- what if it was a predator?- but Lira wasn’t worried at all.
“Come on, what could go wrong? It’s only a party?” Daemon was forced to agree and dressed up in her sluttiest clothing for the occasion. Lira voiced her approval and put on a sequined red dress that only went down to her thighs. The two were dressed for sex. They showed up at the door and a hot guy showed up, obviously drunk, and led them inside. Inside was a wide variety of people, guys, girls, and the weirdest outfits either girl had ever seen. The hot guy left for a moment and came back with drinks. The girls drank them and immediately began swaying on their feet.
“Whoo, What is in that drink?” Lira asked with a grin at the man. He just smiled and led them to a back room.
“Let’s see that body you showed off,” he told them. He led them into a room where they slid out of their clothes. In nothing but a half cup bra, her underwear around her knees, Daemon let the man explore every part of her body before the three of them settled into a threesome, Daemon in the middle. She had Lira on her back, with the man in front of her alternating between oral sex and thrusting into her vagina. Lira was laughing and Daemon joined her. This cycle went on, with a whole ton of different people. But then a song came on and all the sex was replaced with cheers. A huge video screen came on and a music video appeared to match the song. As the music got more and intense, the cheering got louder and the sex scenes on the video got more intense too. A bunch of men were aroused and stroking themselves. The girls caught on too, and soon Daemon and Lira were wet. Lira was wearing a guys sweatshirt and Daemon was wearing Lira’s shirt with no memory of how she lost her own. The music got intense and some men began thrusting. The whole party formed a circle around them and chanted. Daemon found herself shoved out along with another man. They began having sex violently, the man biting at her boobs and tearing at her clothes. Soon, it was over, and Daemon watched Lira get sent out. Lira got a girl, and the two seemed to dance before the girl started grabbing Lira’s body. The girl came up behind her and had anal sex. Daemon was surprised at the stabs of jealousy that ran through her heart, but they stopped when the two of them were shoved out together. The group stopped chanting and watched in hushed anticipation. Apparently, they were the guests of honor. Lira and Daemon let it loose, crashing to the ground. The music stopped, but they did not. Daemon started putting her fingers into Lira and twisting. Lira gasped and moaned, and finally took it out and licked the finger. Then she licked Daemon’s boobs and neck, weaving manicured hands into her hair. It was Daemon’s turn to moan. The whole party was watching them in fascination. Several of the men were aroused in the background, but no one payed any attention. All eyes were focused on the two girls in the center, which would have made Daemon nervous except for Lira in front of her. Back at the house, the two fell asleep still listening to the sound of loud music.
Fantasy #7 Jealousy
They woke up late for school but still decided to show up. With Lira on the bus with her, no one dared taunt Daemon. So Daemon went to school feeling good for once. She showed up at school and headed to her first class. In the first class, there was a new kid named Olivia. She was tan with straight blonde hair that looked really good on her. Daemon thought she was really hot, so she went up and said hi to the girl.
“Hi,” the girl said shyly. She looked really hot, but also really nervous, which made her look even hotter. Daemon asked her how she was doing.
“Good, I guess, but in a new school - I’m not very good at making friends.” Daemon jumped at her chance.
“I could be your friend,” she said.
“I- I would like that,” said Olivia with a shy smile. She looked 3 times hotter when she smiled. Daemon was sad when the bell rang to signal the start of class, because it meant she had to stop chatting with Olivia. They spent the class passing notes, and found out they had many of the same classes together. At lunch, Daemon saw Olivia looking for a seat and invited her to sit with them, which she did. Lira kept glaring at her, but Olivia pretended not to notice. The two spent a lot of time chatting, almost completely shutting out Lira. Lira walked home with her and talked about it.
“So what’s the deal with this Olivia girl?” She asked.
“She is a new kid who needs a friend.” Was Daemon’s reply.
“You guys were totally shunning me at lunch. You still love me right??”
“Duh? I can have other friends though right?”
“Right,” Said Lira, but she sounded bitter. The two girls spent the night making love, and Lira was more intense then usual. She kept whispering into Daemon’s ear,
“You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine oh baby you’re mine.” Daemon didn’t really pay attention to it but still thought it was weird.
Fantasy #8 Love Triangle
Daemon didn’t like how possessive Lira was when Olivia was around. It was so annoying! Daemon could have other friends, right? Still. And she kept giving Olivia these dirty looks. When Olivia voiced her negative opinions about Lira, Daemon agreed. Lira had actually forgotten Daemon’s real name. Olivia was the only person who was not part of her family that knew it - Angel. So when Olivia was alone with her, Angel called her Liv and Olivia called her Angel. It was the first time since she had met Lira that she felt like herself again. That day, she broke up with Lira. Lira was horrified, but also angry. How could Daemon ditch her like that? The new girl Olivia probably wasn’t even lesbian. Angel and Olivia started dating, to Lira’s anger and Angel’s delight. She gave up on her nickname and switched back to the name Angel. Her and Olivia’s relationship was so much different than it had been with Lira. Her relationship with Lira had been entirely based on sex. But with Olivia, they didn’t really have a physical relationship. The two loved each other with something more than what she had with Lira. Furthermore, that week, not only did her parents come back, but Lira went to a party and got raped. Angel heard her complaining to her friends. Olivia was still a virgin, but didn’t resent Angel for not being one. That was a relief. Their day began with a health seminar, talking about the dangers of sex. Lira, the whole time, was joking with her friends and mock kissing Angel’s replacement. Angel ignored it. She honestly didn’t really care. That night, she went home with Olivia. It was the first time in a week that she hadn’t gone home with Lira. It felt surprisingly good, like a victory march. Olivia’s parents let her stay the night. Neither one planned on doing anything dirty, but sometimes fate was funny like that. Both girls slept in nothing but a
t-shirt. After a while if laying together, Angel brought up the topic of sex. Liv didn’t really want to, but cracked when Angel said it might help save her from her newly diagnosed depression. At first, they started out gentle, not rocking, just smoothly pressing up against each other. Liv rested her lips on Angel’s, and as she did so, they got slightly more intense - but not much. Surprisingly, it felt good. Better than it had been with Lira.
Fantasy #9 Cody
When Angel woke up, she briefly forgot where she was. She remembered and looked around to find Liv. Liv was no longer in bed with her, filling her with a strange emotion. Was she.... worried? About Liv? She poked her head out the door, still wearing no pants, and found herself face to face with Olivia’s brother.
“Uh... hi?” He eyes her bare legs.
“What did you two do last night?”
“Nothing. I was just... hot, that’s all.”
“So your not into girls then?”
“... nope.”
“What about boys?”
“Who else would I be into?” He smiles, and Angel doesn’t like the way he does it. His mouth curls evilly.
“Got a crush?”
“Not really.”
“C’mere.” She follows him, reluctantly, into his bedroom. He has a king sized bed, and Angel can tell that he intends to use it. On her. But still she comes up to him.
“What is it you want to show me?” There is a note of Daemon in her voice, she sounds more than a little seductive.
“My name’s Cody.”
“Hi, Cody.”
“I figured you should know my name before I do this.”
“Do what?” Angel feigns surprise as Cody grabs her ass.
“Do you like that?” He whispers. His voice is rough and raspy, as if the cum from his dick is crawling up his throat.
“Mm Hmm.” Angel murmurs. He pulls his pants down. His dick is huge, and he sees her looking and smiles.
“You want it?” She doesn’t speak, and he takes her silence for a yes, grabbing her bare legs and pulling her under him. He is on top, she is crushed by his body, and she likes it.
She’s never felt anything like she did when he entered her. Her mouth opened and she gasped. It was heaven. He thrusted and she twists underneath him. When she kisses him she can feel the stubble on his chin. She’s 17. He’s 28. And both of them love it. He slides his hands up her shirt and whispers something she can’t hear. She feels the heat so much she wonders if her skin is on fire. He touches her again and she shivers, his hands are cold against her burning skin. He leans his face into her neck and bites, she can feel his teeth sucking at her flesh.
It’s fucking amazing.
Cody hears a sound she doesn’t and tenses, struggling away from her.
“Cody,” she moans his name. He shushes her.
“No one can know about this, okay? No one.” Angel nods. She can feel Daemon in her again, waiting for more like a hungry beast. She is a slut.
And she loves it.
Fantasy #10 Distant
“Are you okay?” Olivia asks, “You’ve been distant since this morning.” The girls have the day of school off, alone together until Olivia has to go somewhere. The Daemon inside her wants Cody, and knows he’ll come for her when Olivia isn’t around.
Angel grabs Olivia’s thigh.
“I’m okay Liv. Just thinking about you.”
“Me?”
“And your perfect body.” Angel kisses Liv and Liv arches her back, pulling Angel closer.
“Mmm... perfect body?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna taste?” Angel pull off her bra.
“When don’t I?” Liv laughs and kisses my ear. Her mouth finds the place Cody bit Angel earlier and bites it, she obviously doesn’t see the red mark her brother made. Angel tries hard not to wince when blood comes from her neck. Olivia licks it away and the blood stops.
Liv has to stop an hour later, but angel’s body is sore from the bite marks. Cody comes to her, though. She knew he would. And Daemon is released.
“Hey, uh, Angel.” She pulls his face in for a strong kiss, mixed with whiskey that they’ve been sharing.
“Call me Daemon.”
“Daemon?” He pulls her close so he can whisper it into her ear. He bites her neck again, and sees the marks that Liv left.
“So you do fuck my sister?” He doesn’t sound angry, just intrigued. “What does her cum taste like?”
“What kind of brother wonders that?” Daemon asks, her lips twisting into a smile, her teeth showing. She lets out a seductive breath.
“Come here, babe,” Cody says. Daemon leans in. Cody grabs her boobs. “I want a little show.” Daemon agrees, and pulls down her pants. Cum drips a little, and Cody licks it away, rolling and pulling her onto the bed. Daemon shrieks and moans in pleasure.
“Shh, Shh baby.” Soon his dick is inside her, and each thrust prompts another moan from Daemon. Daemon bites Cody’s neck and tastes his flesh. She likes it and goes back for more. Cody shakes with laughter and pleasure, and she can feel his cum inside her. He exits her, and she can feel the abscence immediately.
“We don’t have to stop, do we?” She asks. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Not yet.” And he thrusts his dick into her mouth. The taste of his cum fills her mouth. It’s sweet and bitter and spicy all at the same time. She traces her tongue along it.
“Mm keep going babe,” he whispers. She can’t respond, so she just moans. She can feel his hands cupping her boobs and squeezing. She pulled herself away from his dick so that she can stroke it. It’s his turn to moan. She bites his neck again and grabs at his back. He grabs her ass and she shivers.
“Mmm... yes.” She can feel his nails leaving marks in her thighs. And then she hears a door slam shut downstairs.
Olivia is back.
Fantasy #11 Date Night
Olivia looks like she’s just had a major makeover. Her hair has been curled and styled, and now has cherry red streaks in it. She’s wearing a cute purple crop top that is more like a sports bra, and her jeans are ripped. She looks hot af.
“Liv, if I had known you were going to get a makeover I would have come with!” She laughs.
“Yeah, I know. I figured I should dress up for our date tonight. You have to go home and get ready!” She squealed. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look!”
Five hours of turmoil later, Angel was ready. Her hair was twisted into a ponytail. Her shirt was studded with silver and was looking like a sports bra as well. Her shorts were basically shredded and exposed way too much thigh, and knee-high boots. She put on a gold ring that looking like a snake, and topped it all off with a black fedora.
“Alright, Liv, I’m ready!” Liv kisses her.
“You look great.”
“You look perfect.” The two giggle and Angel kisses Liv. They walk to the nearest restaurant, and sit down and order their food. Neither girl has any money, which they realize after they’ve ordered.
“Fuck it, it’s time for a dine and dash.” They finish their food and walk casually out. No one stops them, but as soon as they are out the door they start running away. They split off to go to their separate houses, and Angel is panting when she reaches her doorway. She opens it and heads up to her room. She checks her social media and finds an invitation to a party, she hasn’t recieved one of those in months since she broke up with Lira. She decides to go. It’s tonight at midnight, so she still has time to dress up a bit more than she did for Liv. She sprays temporary black dye on her hair and puts on black lipstick on one lip and strawberry red on the other. Her eyeshadow is black as well.
She looks like Daemon.
The party already seems to be in full swing when she arrives. Whores are everywhere, staring at her confident pose and debating whether to take her home tonight. She hopes they do, but one in particular catches her eye. She’s dancing with a super cute teen boy. Daemon goes up to her and taps her on the shoulder.
“We should take this one,” the boy says, looking at Daemon with bright blue eyes. The green eyed ho laughs.
“She’s hot enough, yeah,” she turns to her. “Up for a threesome, girly? We need a third member to complete it.” Daemon breaks into a smile.
“Hell Yeah.” The ho grabs her hand and drags her to a back room. The boy stands between both of them, and she can feel his hand on her butt. His other hand is on the ho.
“What’s y’all names?” He asks.
“I’m Janice,” says the whore.
“I’m Daemon.”
“I’m Red,” says the boy. Daemon looks around the room they are in. The bed is huge, big enough to fit them all easily. Daemon is in the middle, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of the boy while the girl comes from behind. He pulls her close and enters her. She moans. Janice grabs her ass. She moans again.
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” She breathes. She loves this feeling. Especially the boy. The boy is hot. She bites his neck and Janice bites hers. They make a chain. Red grabs her boobs and she gasps in pleasure.
“Oh yeah baby.” Janice, behind them, uncorks a bottle of wine and pours it over their bodies. Daemon can taste its bitterness and feels it flowing into her vagina along with Red’s dick. She kisses Red and can see her lipstick on his face. He smiles at her.
“Remind me to hook up with you one on one later.” She grins.
“No problem.”
“Hey, you look about my age. What school you go to?”
“Denver High.”
“Unbelievable! How did I not see you at school?”
“Probably because I almost never show up.”
“Say hi to me, Kay?”
“I don’t think my girlfriend would like that.”
“Oh.” Daemon kisses him again.
“I’ll be single again soon. Don’t worry.” He smiles.
“So… when you’re single, can we go out?”
“Sure.” She writes her number on his arm in sharpie. Janice eventually leaves to find another toy, leaving Daemon and Red alone. Daemon likes being alone with him. He’s calmer when they’re alone. His sex is gentle.
“See you later. Even if you can’t say hi.” He waves goodbye at the door to her house after he walks her home.
Angel/Daemon falls asleep easily.
Fantasy #12 Real
Her phone rings in the morning, signaling a calm from Olivia.
“Hey Liv,” Angel greets sleepily.
“Don’t hey Liv me. I found your panties in my brothers room.”
“Why would your brother want my panties?”
“How did he get them?” She demands angrily. I don’t answer, not for a long time. “We are over!” Daemon has to hold back a sigh of relief until she hangs up. Now I can date Red. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. He is perfect.
Daemon walks into school alone, knowing that she won’t be alone when she leaves. When Red spots her alone, he waves. He was standing in front of the doors to the school, as if waiting. Waiting for her. Daemon comes up to him and kisses him. He stumbles in surprise.
“She broke up,” Daemon whispers. Red smiles and hugs her, his hands sliding up her shirt subtly. Daemon laughs. “You’re hot, you know that?” Red kissed her neck in response.
“Thanks. You too.” She smiles.
“Could we skip together?”
“Sure. My parents aren’t home.” He winks.
“Mm. I’ve been wanting to know what the inside of your house looks like. Mainly your bed, but still.” Red laughs.
“You are funny.”
“Thanks.” He loops his arm around Daemond’s and walks her to his house.
“Ladies first,” he says, and opens the door. Daemon raises her eyebrows at him and shoved him inside before following. Laughing, Red grabs her hand and leads her to his room. He pulls down his pants and once again Daemon is breathless with his perfection. His thighs are muscular and tan. His whole body is tan, even his dick. Daemon is embarrassed by her own pale skin but Red doesn’t seem to mind. He slides her shirt off and Daemon shivers. He stops while holding the shirt.
“Are you okay?” Daemon is touched by his concern.
“Yeah.” He lets out a deep breath.
“Okay. Good.” She sits next to him on his bed, shirtless. He’s not wearing any pants so Daemon guides her palm along his legs. Red moves his own hands to cup her breasts. Daemon sighs in pleasure,
“Mmm,” she moans. He pushes her down to the bed and shifts so that he is on top of her. Even though she still has pants on, she can feel his dick inside her.
“I’m wondering if you feel as good in a twosome as in a threesome.”
“Let’s find out,” she whispers, and pulls her shorts down. He yanks his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. He starts out slow, and gentle, but after a few minutes the bed is creaking and groaning underneath them. After a few minutes, he stops.
“You don’t feel as good as you do in a threesome.” Daemon looks up.
“Oh?” She tried hard not to betray the hurt inside.
“You feel better.” Daemon’s face cracks into a smile.
“You feel better, too.” An hour later they head out together, and Daemon is wearing Red’s sweatshirt. They walk around the park, holding hands. Ever so often they’d reach a park bench and kiss.
They reach one bench and have to skip it, because Lira was there, too. And so was Liv. Together. Kissing. Daemon ignores them, knowing that they’ll never have what her and Red do. She kisses him and he stumbles.
“Do you love me?” He doesn't hesitate.
“Of course I do. What’s not to love?” Daemon ignores his question and kisses him harder. This didn’t feel like Lira, or even Olivia. This felt real.
Fantasy #13
Naturally, Cody had to fuck everything up. He comes to Daemon’s house that night, and invites her out. Daemon refuses, and Cody gets angry. Very angry. He trashes her room and drags her away like a kidnapper.
A few hours later, drugged and sore from rape, Daemon wakes up. Cody is crouched nearby, watching her. She is naked. Where are her clothes? She grabs at her nearby jeans and grabs her cellphone, sending a desperate message to Red. She has time to see him send “I’m coming” before Cody takes the phone and smashes it.
“You belong to me,” he growls. “No one else.” He pins Daemon to the floor and she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stifle a whimper. She’s never been raped before. Not like this.
And the Red arrives, tackling Cody and pulling him off of her. She stands up instantly, pulling up her jeans and grabbing her shirt, throwing it on. Red and her run away, all the way to Red’s house, and he pulls her up to his room.
“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling her close to him and kissing her.
“Yeah,” Daemon says shakily. She’s not, but she won’t admit it to Red. He runs his hands through her hair.
“Mm, you’re beautiful,” he moans, gently wiping the blood from her bleeding lip away with his mouth. She moans, too, and realized for the first time that she needs him, the way she’s never needed anyone before.
“What’s your real name?” She asks him.
“Benjamin. You can see why I like Red better.”
“I like the name Benjamin.”
“Sure you do. But call me Red anyway, kay?”
“Mm-kay.” He kissed her, and she kissed him back with a burning passion.
“I love you,” he told her. She felt her body tingle at his words.
“Do you mean that?”
“I do.”
“That’s good, because I love you too.” Red presses his lips to her neck.
“God, you’re hot,” he whispers. She laughs, and feels his teeth on her skin and moans.
“Can we…?”
“Absolutely,” he says without letting her finish. Daemon slides down her pants and at the same time Red takes off his shirt. She runs a hand down his chest. He’s muscular. Red puts a hand on her thigh, and she smiles. He uses his other hand to pull off her shirt. Daemon revels in the sight of his naked body, and crawls on top of him.
“Mmm, baby,” Red moans.
“Do you really love me?”
“I do, I love you.”
“Pleas don’t leave me,” Daemon moaned. Red ran a hand through her hair.
“Of course I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She kisses his neck, and traced her lips down his chest. He shivers.
“You are the best person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs in her ear. She kisses him again, and his lips lock onto hers, his tongue slides into his mouth, he traces a hand down her face, then her chest, then her legs. She pulls down his pants— and gasps.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers. He has no dick. He’s a girl.
“Uh…”
“Is it okay?” He asks, his hand on her thigh.
“Of course it is.” He looks surprised, then laughed.
“I figured you wouldn’t, you know, want me anymore.”
“I don’t think anything on earth could keep me away from you,” Daemon said.
Fantasy #14
“Hi, kids! I’m your new teacher! My name is Mrs. Felicity and I’m here to teach your ELA class while the other teacher is away!”
Felicity was hot, Daemon decided. She was fresh out of college and had curves as if she was a model. Daemon grinned at Red and then pointed at the teacher.
“I think we might have a new victim.” He laughed.
“God, I love you, Angel.”
“Yup. You too.” He laughed again, and the teacher glared at him.
“What’s so funny?” She asked him.
“Uh… Nothing.”
“Both of you! Meet me after class.” The rest of the class snickered.
After class, she pulled us into the room, looking disheveled. Her hair was a mess.
But the rest of her outfit was what really caught their attention. She had changed out of her strict school outfit that looked like it was straight out of a manga, and was now in an outfit that belonged in a strip club. A short skirt that exposed her underwear, and a crop top with an indecently low v-neck.
“Come in,” says Felicity. She leads us inside and locks the door behind them. As soon as every window is covered, Felicity begins taking off her shirt, and then her skirt, until she’s in nothing but a thong and a half cup bra. She smiles. “Your turn!” She walls up to Red first and he squirms away.
“Lady, you wanna grope me, do it over my clothes,” he muttered. Angel stifled a laugh. She does. She slides hands all over his chest and his back and his ass and especially his dick - all through his clothes.
Then it’s Angel’s turn. She feels Felicity’s hands over her boobs, on her ass, on her stomach, and everywhere. She wants to moan at the sensation, but she doesn’t.
Felicity dismissed them with a smile.
“That was fun,” she says. Angel represses a shudder. Angel goes home with Red, to his bedroom, and tells her mom she’s sleeping over with a friend. Luckily, her parents asked no questions, and she was left alone with Red until five o’clock tomorrow night. He instantly takes off his shirt the instant they get inside his room, and strips down to his underwear. Angel does the same. In a bra and underwear, she curls up in bed with him. They just want to taste the closeness between them. Angel kisses him and he moves on top of her. Crushed beneath him, she kisses him more fiercely, until she can’t breath and she gasps. He slides a hand under her bra, and another under her underwear, and she shivers.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “I love you.” He smiles, his teeth grazing her neck.
“I love you too. Always.”
She had finally found her soulmate.
for the poets
all these poets
writing about love
but never truly knew
what love really is.
all these poets
writing about life
but never even bothered
what death can be.
all these poets
writing about their world
but not about
the world of others.
that every word they write
every drop of ink
every sheet of paper
every stroke of their pen
can all just be called
a waste.
all these poets
listen down here
where darkness reigns
there is no light
to read
your
words
MY ENEMY
Me, My Own Worst Enemy
I'm alone,
No one can hurt me.
This is a lie.
The person that hurts you
The most, is yourself.
You can't escape yourself,
It's with you, always.
So I'm in an inescapable place,
Called as prison .
It won't ever go away,
Maybe fade but will never be gone.
Forever I had to live with the worry,
When would it come back.
Embrace the Black.
In the darkness is every color, every shade and shimmer so often forgotten, because those who see, only see black. In such pitch resides the tides of imagination, and the heightening of other sensations for those who embrace it. Colors become temperatures and moods; where red is hot and passionate, and blue is cold and somber. Green is fresh and tranquil, filled with the sounds of wildlife. Yellow is the warmth of the sun, beating down and reaching out to tan (and sometimes burn) flesh where ever it touches. Purple becomes the sense of royalty and richness. So cool it may feel hot.
In the black, wishing for color you are not. In the obsidian abyss the seeing eyes bring on the fear of the unknown, unwitnessed, where the more attuned body, absent sight, meets a challenge without the weight of dread. They shed their seeing perception and take in the world with smells, vibration and tones.
Red become cooking meat, accompanied by the yellows, greens and oranges of belled peppers simmering on the stove. Blue is the cool security of the plate which sings to the ear and jolts in the hand when it's placed on a counter top. The fork is conductive metal, carrying the tremor of every tap, and soaking in the heat of your own hand. Metal. Reflective of all the colors in their infinite shapes, skewed by the mold of its own, and though such reflections can't be seen in the swallow of every shade, its there as sure as the secure grip of your fingers. Fingers which feel far more, sensitive digits of an architect, forever building within the mind, the objects they may find.
Even the seeing sort crave to embrace the black, throwing their heads back and closing their eyes to dance to the rhythmic tide of moving music on a dance-floor. They strive for the all encompassing space of visual nothingness-- to simply feel the ebb and flow of the beats, the writhing of passionate bodies in motion, like snakes caught in the trance. But for those with eyes that can often lie, the cascading cadence of utter surrender to the darkest shadows, only last for a few moments.
For the uniquely fortunate ones who live in the black, the ability to surrender to its power is always there. To feel life in all its moments, the way dancers try. To smell the way a chef may attempt to whiff the latest masterpiece. To hear the thrum of souls the way musicians try to get lost in the music.
There is more life in the darkness than the seeing know, and it's up those who live within it, to guide them, remind them, to embrace the black.
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Proser Service Announcement
We interrupt the normal Two for Tuesday schedule to bring you this important Proser Service Announcement.
It has been a long time coming, and we still have a way to go, but, for all of you iLovers out there, the iOS app has been updated today. We're sure many of you will have noticed already.
So what's new over there?
Prose 4.0: Introducing: The Prose Collections.
This update brings you the hugely anticipated Prose Bookstore. Our shelves are stocked, and for the next few weeks, all books you find on the store are free! Read books on Prose and save them to your Library.
What you'll find:
- Our brand-new Bookstore.
- Your own library to hoard the books you love.
- The like button is back! Hurrah!
- A couple of design changes to make your experience a whole lot better.
- An all new engine under the hood with regular updates to come.
- A handful of bug fixes and performance improvements.
Now, those of you that use the Website will notice those updates are not yet on your screens. Fear not! The Web update is imminent, and Android is coming soon.
Over the next few weeks there are even more updates coming your way. Of course, we're not going to share all of those with you, but we know you will be stoked.
The Prose Coin is coming soon, and those of you that are Partners will be able to start making money on your books. All under one roof. Hell, yes.
The team are aware of a couple of pesky bugs that are being remedied and resolved as we type this post. Stay tuned for more updates, right here.
Two for Tuesday will be back next week.
Until then,
Prose.
Descending night
Like rain acidic and bold
Drunk before sundown and
Stumbling through downtown.
Holding hands. Falling into me
Like coptic words from my youth
Oh I know it's wrong but
even in a Cliché tongue
This feels so right.
I don't care how many hearts have broken
I don't care that we're both taken
I care that we're stumbling through downtown
So very close to our hotel and
Moments from now
You'll undress me
rough and with need
I'll bind your hands you whisper
I drink in your scent
as you lean into me
