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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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>From the Shadows:
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Curse of Love
By H.D. Meister
dez187lm@hotmail.com
Section B:
"Jackie... can I see you in your room?"
"Sure thing. Give me a moment," the blonde spoke. Kedra walked to
Jackie's door and waited. She could feel the excitement in the air
as other women moved into their rooms. She could also feel the eyes
of those who knew the curse. It was as if they knew she was the new
occupant.... and pitied her. She heard Jackie's soft foot falls and
waited the precious seconds it took her to open her door and enter.
Kedra entered and took close notice of every item within the room.
Her eyes fell immediately upon the desk. It was the only thing on the
top shelf: a cigar ashtray.
"You know his name, don't you." She watched as Jackie whirled around
to face her, total disbelief burned brightly on her natural features.
"What makes..." Kedra showed her the cigar she had just purchased.
The solitary tear that crept slowly down the blonde's cheek answered
her.
"What really happened?"
"I lost the only man who ever really cared about me. I lost him
because all I wanted was a hard dick.." Kedra watched the pain grow
into anger... and waited for the confession.
"I hated him. He loved me and I hated him. All he wanted was my
happiness, and I hated him. I fucked around on him the entire time we
dated. Even slept with a close friend of his. I don't even remember
her name. And yeah you heard right... HER. I was nothing more than a
slut looking for her next sex fix.. And he loved me."
"Why come back?"
"Why" came the angry voice. "WHY! I didn't have a choice. Do you
have any idea how much it hurt me to know that I could have known love
if only I could have controlled my twat? All I had to do was allow
him to love me... and I crushed him!!"
"So you decided to return and live close by, hoping he would find you.
How stupid are you going to be?! He won't rest until he gets hold of
you. And you won't sleep until you know love at his hands?"
"I thought you didn't believe in curses."
"I don't. But I believe in love." Speaking the words brought back
the face of Kahreem. She had broken off their two year relationship
in order to go to college with a clear slate. She knew it would hurt,
but she also knew that it was unfair to him to have a cross country
relationship. She never looked back on her decision... until now.
She remembered the night he had taken her virginity... with love. She
could see his face as he spoke truly those three words: I Love You.
And she knew the source of the curse.
"Here. You know how to end the curse. Let yourself love him. Let
him love you. Otherwise, I'm not going to get any sleep this
semester. And I'll make sure you don't either." Kedra tossed the
cigar to Jackie and left, never taking the time to see if she caught
it. She had other things to do... like renewing the love that she
denied herself. As night came, bringing sleep within its arms, Kedra
decided to sleep downstairs in the lounge. She knew her room would be
otherwise occupied.
The pungent stench of cigar smoke filled room 330. The tendrils from
the burning cigar drifted upwards, coating the roof of the room with a
gray cloud of memories. And beneath them, Jackie waited for sleep to
claim her. She briefly wondered if her crime would deny her even
sleep within the room she had once slept in.
It had cost her much to get the changes done to her body. A new
face... new breasts and thighs. Yet some things never changed. She
still refused to wear makeup. She had spent hours perfecting a new
walk. All to fool something that refused to be fooled. As the cigar
burned down to the barest nub, sleep finally granted her release from
the day's stresses. And she dreamed.
"I knew you would come. I knew you were here."
"Why do you still love me? I have caused you so much pain. Please...
I must know."
"I love you. That is enough... Lori."
The sound of her given name tore at her soul as it left his lips.. He
loved her... even though he was trapped within the limbo of nothing
she had forged by her heartless treatment. He wanted nothing but the
best for her... even after death. And all she had to offer as an
apology was a simple thickness of tobacco. She could not even offer
her body to please him. It was soiled beyond all hope. And there was
no denying the cause of the taint: lust.
All she longed for was the thundering satisfaction of her own orgasm.
It mattered not the source. Cock or cunt... it didn't matter. She
had fucked her fair share of both. All for the chance to know the
bliss of orgasm. She had fed on the varying taste of male and female
cum for so long... without caring why her partner was between her
thighs. All that mattered was her own pleasure.
And all he cared about was her pleasure... and she had killed him. If
she had asked him... he would have slid his tongue into her rear
entrance. Yet she had to find some nameless cretin to do it. Had she
but thought it, he would have searched the entire galaxy in order to
find a woman whose sweet nectar would slide down her parched throat.
Yet she had to sneak around to get it. And he would have done so...
because he loved her. Always her. Only her.
"Please... love me," she heard herself whisper. Each letter held
truth... and knowledge. She would die tonight... within his arms.
Arms that she should have lived in... known comfort in....
experienced the joys and sorrows of life in. Arms that were now
buried under six feet of life giving earth that had deemed it
necessary to spawn him.
"Why should I? You would only spurn me again. You would gain
pleasure from me... even though I know hold this formlessness as a
body! Why?"
The anger in his voice shook her soul. She knew he would not accept
her spoiled body, yet... He was always kind. Even when she laughed
in his face as he turned away from her, head hung low in defeat. He
was always kind. He had never mouthed one evil word about her,
although she felt she deserved it... and several more. After his
death... and renewal... she had left Virginia for the looser
confines of California. She had known orgasm by countless tongues
sliding over her erect clit. She could not remember their faces...
but she did remember his.
And it was always the same: as she rode the crashing waves of her own
orgasm, he was there. His face never changed; the same caring brown
eyes looked forward. The beard that framed his face still smelled of
him... and his favorite cigar. Never was there a look of pain. No
anger. Only his love for her. She cried.
"Tell me. What is my name," his voice echoed from everywhere and
nowhere.
"I... I... remember. I remember. But I cannot...."
"Do you know why? Tell me!"
"Because I am not worthy of Love!" she blurted. This truth finished
the job the sound of her true name begun. Jackie was no more... only
Lori remained. And she was not worthy of Love. Even if he had wanted
to give her his love, there was no way she could accept it. She would
live... without Love: a member of the living dead.
"Before, I gave you what you needed. Now... I deny that which you
need. How does it feel, Lori?"
"Please... forgive me. I..." Pain ripped the air from her lungs as
her nipples were pierced by thousands of nothing needles.
"I gave you all that I had! I had nothing! I died knowing I would
burn in Hell for my actions. I died because I had nothing left! And
you... what did you do?"
"I remembered you," she gasped through the pain. A new wave joined it
as her clit burned. Not with lust or love... just burned.
"You lie! I can smell the lies on your breath! You cannot lie to me,
Lori; I know the truth! I know you!"
Pain. All he gave her was pain. There was no love in the rough
caresses the nothing offered her skin. Desperate, she gripped her
breasts... and jerked violently. She had no choice but to show him
her heart.
The pain stopped as quickly as it had begun. She was free of the
trappings of flesh, and stood before him bare of all of her sins.
Jackie/Lori could not look upon him.
"I love you. I loved you when I pushed you away. I cried at night
the day you died. When you took me that night, I cried. I knew what
I had done... and I ran.
"I tried to forget, but I could not. Please... for Kedra. Don't
hate me forever. I know you love me..." As she was about to speak
his name, a bright flash blinded her.
"Why, Lori? Why did you push me away?" His voice was tender now.
"I don't know. You offered me more than I had a right to ask for.
Can't you see? I was not ready!"
"I would have waited."
So simple. The answer had been before her clouded vision all along.
She wept anew, ashamed at the blindness of her youth. She had lost
the comforting knowledge that he truly loved her. She had sacrificed
true pleasure for the dregs of satisfaction she gained by her many
adventures with varied partners... none of whom she could remember.
Now... there was only peace. She kissed his lips, losing herself in
the essence of Love. She never doubted that he would kiss her back.
She knew that they were mean to be together. Sex would only be the
consummation of that which she knew she would own for eternity.
"I will always be with you, Lori. No matter the pain... I will be
with you."
"I won't leave you again. I need you." She wanted to speak his
name, but something chuckled softly within her. There was no need for
names for them.
Her hands slid over the shoulders that she had known in life, and
found nothing new, save the truth of Love. Soft, gentle flesh was
placed carefully over muscles powered by his love for her. She
surrendered herself to knowing true love from another. She felt his
manhood... not cock... beat with his life's essence between her
thighs. And she was pleased.
Memories of past loves vanished from her mind, banished by the purity
of his love. HER love. Their Love. She let her hands glide over his
chest, losing themselves in the sublime feeling of his flesh. When he
moved his head away, she looked into his eyes, unafraid of the truth.
He loved her. He wanted her. And she wanted him. There was no
further need for cumbersome words; she knew what he wanted... felt
what he needed. She placed his hands over her breasts, longing to
feel his touch once again. She had denied herself his touch once
before. Not again. NEVER again. As his fingers caressed the supple
flesh, Lori/Jackie smiled. It was more than she remembered. His
touch then was gentle... kind... loving. Now it was these and more.
Much more. She felt her center drool with anticipation, craving the
attention her breasts were given. It was easy to wait out its
demands, for soon she would know an eternity of pleasure... with him.
She remembered what he liked most, and lowered herself until her back
was supported by nothing but feelings and emotions she had long
thought dead. She watched as he knelt between her thighs and kissed
his way ever upwards. She waited patiently, wanting to give him all
and more of the love he so freely gave her. That same love which she
spurned for the illusion of satisfaction. When she felt his tongue
slowly wrap itself around her budding nubbin, Lori screamed.
This was more than she had a right to know of true Love, and she was
more than grateful for his love. Lori arched her back, thrusting
herself into his waiting maw. His tongue traveled into her cavern of
pleasure and lapped gently at the downpour. Her legs shook as her
orgasm thundered through her body, destroying all which was before.
Gone were the hours under some surgeon's knife. The plastic which
served as flesh evaporated into nothingness as he pulled one... two...
three orgasm from her.
Then his face was gone. She did not need to see where he had gone,
the familiar touch of his chest on her thighs told her all. She
kissed his lips as his head slithered between and over her heaving
breasts. Her own flavor was intoxicating. It was the newness of
morning, untainted by the lingering hints of other lovers. Then he
rolled off of her body.
How could he love her this much? He wanted her to ride him. He
wanted her to have full control over their pleasure. Lori slid her
body over his, trembling as the last orgasm let its presence be know.
She did not fear it, nor its mount, Death. She had tasted of the
bitterness of her life, and found it unsatisfactory. All she wanted
was beneath her. And he waited for her... as he would have if she had
but known the truth.
There would be time enough to think on her mistakes. Eternity. She
gripped his manhood, remembering its strength. Bigger had been where
he would soon know pleasure. Bigger... but none better. She impaled
herself quickly, denying him no longer. His thickness touched every
surface of her center, and melded with her soul.
She paused, thanking him for waiting for her. She prayed that the
others whom he had taken would forgive her for her crime. He wanted
only her, and punished those out of anger. Had she but known Love
then for what it was. Had she not feared its strength... Lori lifted
herself slowly, pulling away from his manhood. Tears flowed down her
cheeks as she fell. This was the wonder she had denied herself for
four long years. Now it would be hers... forever hers. She saw his
hands inch their way towards her breasts, yet never ceased her journey
to meet her last orgasm Their arrival sped her travels as would a
swift wind filling the sails of a schooner.
There was but one thing wrong: she had denied him one pleasure.
Pulling free, she rose fully to her feet, turned around and offered
that which had been taken by many others. Her head hung low,
passively asking for this... her final denial fulfilled. The gentle
pressure at her rear entrance slowly drew a long held sigh of pleasure
from her lips. He filled her slowly, caressing the flesh guarding
that darkest of gateways. When his flesh met hers... hips to rear...
he waited for her. She lifted her head and saw the end.
It was magnificent. Night black armor adorned the powerful form of a
warrior astride an equally dark mount of exceptional breeding. At his
side was a sword, buried within a scabbard adorned with one single
gemstone: an onyx. Lori watched him as he watched them, waiting.
She pulled away, her arms shaking as it felt Love manifest one of its
thousand guises. Inhaling the purity, she pushed backwards, knowing
he would meet her. He did, and Lori cried out. Nothing had ever been
so... good. He was making love to her. He was her and she was he.
They would be together. Always.
When three fingers slid across her essence, she pounded harder, her
eyes never leaving the warrior and his mount. Closer they came,
moving with silence borne out of respect for the two lovers that were
before his steady gaze. She reached back with one hand and gripped
the sack of flesh which had, in life, held the seed of life which
should have been hers to bear. She caressed it, urging him to join
her.
So close. The end was so close she could smell their sweat as it
danced with the scent of the warrior's mount. Death. It did not
stink of rotting souls. She felt his chest fall upon her back as he
increased his thrusts into her rear. The hot breath from his nostrils
scorched a path along her neck. She did not care. All that mattered
to her was his pleasure.
"I will always love you, Lori," he grunted as he found release within
her rear.
"I... will... love... you forever..."
She tried to call his name. She could not; the end had come. It had
not been worth the pain to push him away. Her body burned with Love
and truth as she experienced orgasm form true Love. They collapsed,
spent... for now. She knew she was on her side, but did not care.
She was his to love forever. He was hers... had been hers... would
always be hers... until the end of all things. She closed her eyes
and listened to his breathing. She touched his thigh gently, assuring
him... and herself... that this would always be.
Downstairs, Kedra slept fitfully. And she dreamed. She saw
nothing... save a lone cloud lit by sporadic bolts of passionate
lightning. She smiled and cried. A life was lost, and a heart free
of the chains it had forged to keep it safe from harm.
"Well. Now I can say that I have seen it all."
"Are you sure it was suicide? NO one kills themselves like... this."
"What would you like? Some sick bastard with a likin' for blood
soaked sex partners? We'd have the FBI all over this campus. The
college would have our asses for dinner with a side order of fries!
And we can't blame it on the curse."
"Yeah. That would go over even better."
"Besides... no signs of forced entry. No other damage to the room.
Christ on a crutch... her blood didn't even soak into the sheets or
the mattress!"
"Any word from her family?"
"Won't be any. According to her records, both mom and dad are dead.
No living relatives. And before you get that damned look in your
eyes, we ain't gonna go lookin' no deeper."
"Where do we send the body?"
"We bury her. Beside him. She left a will, specifically requesting
to be buried beside him."
Silence.
"So you believe..."
"What I believe don't matter. It's a suicide. Plain and simple.
Now let's get the story down before we have to answer too many
questions with no answers."
Silence.
"This thing ain't over yet... is it."
"Not by a long shot. Hope you've got an iron stomach; this is gonna
be an evil semester."
"What I wouldn't give for a simple drunk and disorderly right now."
The police report was a true masterpiece. Not even the great science
fiction writers could have gathered together such lies and half truths
and set them to ink-on-paper Kedra never bothered to get their
account. The clear, pure air within her room told her the tale. It
told her the truth.
She slept fitfully now, the only orgasms which accompanied her to her
dreams being those of her own fingers or David. Or both. She never
told him of the one dream, nor did she speak about Jackie.
But others knew.
"It's over then?"
"As I told you. The first to fall will be the last to rise."
"That only leaves two others. Are you sure they will be gone before
the review board gets here?"
"That I cannot say, for you know their mannerism better than I. But I
know that the others will fall... and others shall be destroyed. You
were lucky; Kedra was strong... and pure of heart. The others...
will not be so fortunate."
"So. What are we to do? I don't want the college..."
"Spare me your money talk, Mr. President. I have heard it before, and
am still unimpressed. Yet I can tell you one thing more: you brought
about these curses."
"ME?! How dare you..."
"You helped destroy a man, and he will repay you for your deeds. You
will know the loss of many of your priceless trinkets."
He watched the old woman walk out of his office, trying to maintain
his professional demeanor. The back of his mind prickled with a
name... as he tried to grab hold of it, it was not there.
He needed to relax, and had just the struggling coed in mind. She was
a cute blonde, with large tits. He smiled as he prepared to contact
her.
The chuckle escaped his notice... as did the faint foul funk of death.
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Curse of Love
By H.D. Meister
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