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Greetings from the shadows dear reader! Here is another story
from what passes as my mind. It is the first of three in a series. I
hope you enjoy!
All standard disclaimers apply: if you are not over 18 and/or live in
a community that does not condone adult material, do not read this.
Post free or archive, so long as 1) you do not gain monetary profit
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Curse of Love
By H.D. Meister
dez187lm@hotmail.com
Section A:
According to legend, room 330 in Flynn Hall was cursed. There are
many tellings to how it became that way, and some of then have a grain
of truth to them. Yet none of them are precise... not that there is
any need for precision as far as the curse in concerned. In that
room, no woman sleeps fitfully.
Kedra looked at the door to her room with the glowing eyes of an eager
freshman. She opened it for the first time and stood at the entrance,
looking at her new home for the next three months. Having never lived
anywhere but her home in Southern California, this was indeed a
drastic change. The wind blew gently through the trees outside of the
one window in her room. With a large sigh, she set about moving her
stuff into the room. After she had set everything up and said good
bye to her mother, father and younger brother, she spent the rest of
the day getting acquainted with the other women on her floor.
Eventually, she happened upon her resident assistant Jackie.
"Hello. My name is Kedra. I think I live on your floor."
"Yes. I was about to see how you were doing. My name is Jackie
Gordon. Just call me Jackie."
Kedra liked her. There was an ease to her manner that was natural.
Her blonde hair was long and bore none of the tell-tale signs of
unnatural coloring. In fact, Jackie didn't wear makeup. Her body
looked as if it belonged to a model, and it too was naturally fit.
"I just wanted..."
"Not here. Meet me in my room in five minutes. I have a few things
to get done, and I want to speak to you."
The urgent tone lay heavily in her words. There was even a touch
of... fear. With a smile, Kedra agreed and returned to her floor,
waiting patiently by the RA's door. True to her word, Jackie arrived
five minutes later. Kedra noticed the serious look on her face and
hoped that she had not forgotten to sign something.
The inside of Jackie's room was very practical. Nothing was out of
place, and the general feeling of the room mirrored its occupant's
own natural ease.
"You're living in Room 330."
"Yes. Is there some problem?"
"Not yet, but there will be tonight. Do you believe in curses?"
"Uh... not really."
"Well you will by the morning. That room is cursed."
Kedra watched Jackie take a seat. It was the first unnatural thing
she had seen from her RA. The motion was filled with sadness and
pain. When she locked eyes with her, she did not notice the clear
blue... only the void black pupils. They waltzed to some unheard
dark symphony clawed on bone instruments played by undead hands, and
this vision gripped her throat. Even if she didn't believe in
curses, Jackie did. At least she believed this one.
"What kind of curse?"
"It's called the never ending orgasm. The tale goes something like
this...
"Four years ago, someone living in that room was dating this guy. He
was not all that good looking, but he was a gentleman. More so than
the guys you'll meet at the bars and frat parties. Anyway... he
loved her. Everyone who knew them could tell that he existed only for
her. They could also tell that she did not return his love.
"Now... no one really knows what happened that night, and you'll
probably hear no less than twelve different versions. But whatever
happened, they broke up and he killed himself. That's when the curse
took hold. She was its first victim.
"I don't know how else to explain it other than to say that she
simply had one massive orgasm after another. It drained her. She
looked like walking death. Couldn't even walk unless someone helped
her. And it always happened whenever she slept in that room."
"Too weird," whispered Kedra.
"It doesn't stop there. Every woman who has lived there has had to
deal with the never ending orgasm."
"What happened to the girl living there when it started?" Kedra asked
after a long pause.
"No one really knows. Most people ask if he's responsible... or what
happened to him. Now I know you don't believe in curses, but
please... don't ever sleep in your room. No matter what."
Kedra spent close to an hour talking to her RA before finally leaving
the room. She could feel the concern from Jackie's eyes as she
walked into her room. As fanciful as the tale had seemed, Jackie did
not seem like a woman easily spooked by rumors of a curse. She set up
her computer, organized her things, and made her new home as much a
part of her as possible before exhaustion finally claimed her.
She closed the blinds on her window and removed her clothing. She
took stock of her body, marveling at the changes. Where once stood
only a flat mahogany board there were two firm breasts, each topped
with an ebony nipple. Her stomach was trim, rippling with the power
she had gleaned from spending hours in the gym back home over the
summer. Her legs belonged on a track star. She was proud of the
vision before her. Accustomed to her privacy, she slept in the nude.
That's when the dreams began.
Unlike many dreams, this one was frighteningly clear. She was
floating in a cloud of nothing. She could feel its touch against her
rich chocolate skin, pulling arousal from within her. She let the
sensation take her, basking in the warmth of her body's heightened
state of pleasure. Slowly, almost as if the cloud wanted to watch and
detail the process, she felt herself coming closer and closer to
orgasm. Having brought herself to this pinnacle many nights, she knew
the signs. Yet there was something... sinister... about this time.
She was not being violated... she was violating herself.
The first orgasm was but a crumb of bread. As her body thumped with
pleasure, the pleasure increased. She was riding another orgasmic
crest even as the one before it dies. Her nipples ached to be
pulled... and the cloud obliged. She yearned to know the feel of male
flesh filling her, and again it obliged. With each demand her body
made, the cloud met it, fulfilling the request totally.
Kedra knew something was wrong, She was cumming again and again and
again, each one stronger and more pleasing than the last. What was
worse was the cry from her own body. As she craved a bigger, thicker
manhood, she was greeted by the sensation of the cloud's nothing
filling her with more and more. When her clit begged for mercy, the
cloud offered nothing but more pleasure, pulling and sucking in that
nubbin of lust with an eagerness that bordered on the insane. Her
asshole whined about being left out, and the cloud seemed to lick it,
eventually sliding into her forbidden hole and twisting her body with
even more pleasure.
She could not take it. The pleasure was too much, becoming pain. And
still her body demanded more. The nothing licking her rear became the
hardness of manhood, and filled her rear as her mound of Venus
drooled, made foolish by the consistent pounding of the cloud within
it. Her mouth flung itself open to cry out... only to be filled with
the cloud. And she sucked on it as would a hungry babe. Her nostrils
were filled with the musky funk of an aroused male. He hands reached
for a man's shoulders, and found something. And through it all,
orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The thing she sucked on left her
mouth for one second. Sweet fresh air filled her lungs and she tried
to cry out for help... mercy... anything. What left her lips
surprised her.
"Please... love me."
Morning greeted her with a softness, yet her body was spent. Dried
sweat clung to her body, coating her with the efforts of her dream...
which she remembered in full. Not one detail was lost to the haze of
gray that accompanies waking up. She spent close to two hours in bed,
slowly gathering the strength to move. When she did, it was in
response to the haunting deepness of a male voice.
"Who are you." It was not a question.
"Kedra Williams. I'm Kedra..."
"Where is she." Again... not a question.
"Wha... Who? I don't know."
"Find her."
Silence. Kedra closed her eyes, and felt the room. Gone was the
Southern Virginian comfort. In its place was an unearthly nothing.
The room was barren. It was not cold nor warm. It was... nothing.
Kedra rose and took a moment to force her body to react as normal as
possible. After dressing, selecting clothes that were all too warm
for the weather, she opened the door to her room... and saw Jackie.
Her RA was standing across from her door, fear plastered over her
face. Kedra tried to mask her body's blatant exhaustion.
"Now do you believe?" There was no malice in her words.
The day was spent learning as much about the curse as possible.
Jackie had been right; Kedra now knew seven different versions of
what happened in the room, and not one of them felt right. The one
thing common to all was he. No one knew his name... and they all
blamed him. Some said he was heart broken when she told him that
their relationship was not what she wanted or needed. Others thought
he had tried to rape her, and had not reached his own orgasm even
though she had know pleasure several times over. Yet no matter what
she heard, none of it rang true to her ears. There was always
something not right in their words. Not a lie... just a lack of the
truth.
Kedra was walking though downtown when she passed a tobacco store...
and stopped. She could smell the powerful odor of cigar smoke, and it
tickled her memory of the dream... and Jackie's room. Curious, she
walked into the store. Behind the counter stood a man whose features
were obviously of Mediterranean descent. He smiled warmly and asked
her if there was something he could help her with.
"No. I don't smoke. Actually... I'm here because I smelled
something familiar."
"Well... we have the best selection of tobacco in the area. Does
anyone in your family smoke?"
She was about to answer when the scent from his cigar hit her. It was
pure, rich with the faint traces of...him. She remembered.
"What brand is that?" she asked, pointing to his cigar.
"That's a Padron."
"I've smelled that before... in a dream."
She watched as his face became hard. It was not a transition as
such... it simply became hard. He knew something.
"You live in Flynn Hall. Room 330." She was not shocked at his
apparent knowledge.
"What do you know about him?"
"I know who he is. I know his name. And I know he loved his cigars.
Padron was one of his favorites. Every time he got paid he would come
in and buy three. Always three. Tell me... do you love someone?"
"Why do you ask?"
"He loved someone. I remember the last time I saw his face. I knew
then what he had planned, and knew that no amount of comfort could
ease his pain. He bought a Padron that day. Sat in that chair and
smoked it. I remember thinking how the smoke floated around his body,
soothing him almost."
"How can I break the curse? Do you know where the woman he dated is?"
"I don't know and no. But try offering him a Padron. It can't
hurt."
She bought a cigar, having him chose the best one from his supply.
Something gnawed at her as the vision of Jackie's room played across
her mind.
"Thank you, sir."
"Maybe this will help. It's something he told me as he was leaving.
'Love is forever.' I don't know what he meant by it. Too bad. He
was one of the good guys."
"I know," Kedra whispered as she left. Her body remembered the
dream... and one piece of the puzzle came crashing into place: He
only did what she asked him to. She was all that mattered.
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Curse of Love
By H.D. Meister
Section A
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