Chicklet
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I don't know whether this would go better in Story Ideas or this forum...I'm starting out here, because I think more authors hang out here.
I have an idea for a "Group Sex" story but told from the POV of a girl who is on drugs and doesn't really know what's going on. The twist would be that the sex isn't really happening, it's just all in her head as her emotional state twists further downward.
I don't have much of the story so far but I want to know if people would think it would make an interesting read. Here's what I have so far.
Thanks for your interest, and please get back to me with your opinions.
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I was totally lost in the pool of bodies around me, my senses wheeling. One person here, one hand there, they were unattached to the people and seemed to be floating around on their own. Opening my mouth I allowed flesh to pour inside, and I couldn’t tell if it was a finger or a cock or a toe or even another tongue. I didn’t care; I was addicted, and there was no going back from this point.
A voice called to me, faintly, but I tried to ignore it.
“Alexis,” it whispered.
Male, female, familiar? I wasn’t sure. I moaned again and sucked harder on the flesh in my mouth, saliva pooling around it as I sucked greedily. The whole room seemed to be moving.
“Alexis,” the soft voice said again, this time a little bit louder.
I groaned and pushed it out of my head, opening my legs and allowing entrance to my nether regions, which were quickly filled by hard body parts again indeterminable by me in this state.
“Alexis, look at me,” reluctantly I opened my eyes, and as my vision focused slowly I saw Him in front of me, his dark eyes looking into my face, concerned. “Come out of it,” He whispered, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if I even wanted to.
My eyelids felt heavy and they soon blocked out my sight again, my body writhing in pleasure between the hot skin I could feel burning through my own. It was as though I was combining with the bodies around me, our sweat mingling together until our flesh fused together, no beginnings or ends, just one body pulsing with the music of laughter and moans that filled my ears.
All at once it seemed as though it was too much. I cried out, partly in pain, partly in pleasure…the two feelings were bound too tight to tell which was dominating. All the spasms I had had before seemed nothing to compare to this, and my body heaved with the sensations flooding it to the brim, my eyes opening wide and gasping to the ceiling of the tiny world.
My climax reached, my body relaxed, and one by one the bodies around me dissipated, leaving for wherever it was that they went when we weren’t involving ourselves in perverted activities. I slept, I don’t know for how long, but when I opened my eyes He was still there, His face a wrinkled mess of concern, His large hand engulfing mine.
“Are you awake, Lexie?” He asked me.
Stretching a bit, I smiled and nodded, brushing the warm palm of his hand with my fingertips. He frowned, squeezing my hand tight.
“I worry about you, baby,” He whispered. His voice was so soft I didn’t know if He meant me to hear. “I don’t want you going out anymore, do you understand?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I muttered, my smile fading. I rolled over in my bed, yanking my hand away from his, and almost gasping at the coldness that washed through my body as our touches parted.
“You’re going to get hurt some day, worse than you can imagine. People can die doing this, you know?”
“Then next time come with me,” sarcasm dripped in my voice. I knew He would never be seen with the group I met up with.
As expected, he grimaced. “How about you stay put so that I don’t have to worry about you?”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I told Him. “I always come out on top.”
“Not always.”
I ignored him and shut my eyes again.
“Can you go somewhere, do something, anything? It’s creepy when you watch me.”
He didn’t answer, but I heard him stand up and shut the door. My breathing was the only sound in the room. Opening my eyes, I fixed my sight on a particularly smooth space on the white wall. I felt void of all emotion, only wanting to be with my group again, and to feel the warmth of their bodies around me. Alone, I felt incomplete. If only He would let me go out…I needed to go out. It had been too long.
I have an idea for a "Group Sex" story but told from the POV of a girl who is on drugs and doesn't really know what's going on. The twist would be that the sex isn't really happening, it's just all in her head as her emotional state twists further downward.
I don't have much of the story so far but I want to know if people would think it would make an interesting read. Here's what I have so far.
Thanks for your interest, and please get back to me with your opinions.
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I was totally lost in the pool of bodies around me, my senses wheeling. One person here, one hand there, they were unattached to the people and seemed to be floating around on their own. Opening my mouth I allowed flesh to pour inside, and I couldn’t tell if it was a finger or a cock or a toe or even another tongue. I didn’t care; I was addicted, and there was no going back from this point.
A voice called to me, faintly, but I tried to ignore it.
“Alexis,” it whispered.
Male, female, familiar? I wasn’t sure. I moaned again and sucked harder on the flesh in my mouth, saliva pooling around it as I sucked greedily. The whole room seemed to be moving.
“Alexis,” the soft voice said again, this time a little bit louder.
I groaned and pushed it out of my head, opening my legs and allowing entrance to my nether regions, which were quickly filled by hard body parts again indeterminable by me in this state.
“Alexis, look at me,” reluctantly I opened my eyes, and as my vision focused slowly I saw Him in front of me, his dark eyes looking into my face, concerned. “Come out of it,” He whispered, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if I even wanted to.
My eyelids felt heavy and they soon blocked out my sight again, my body writhing in pleasure between the hot skin I could feel burning through my own. It was as though I was combining with the bodies around me, our sweat mingling together until our flesh fused together, no beginnings or ends, just one body pulsing with the music of laughter and moans that filled my ears.
All at once it seemed as though it was too much. I cried out, partly in pain, partly in pleasure…the two feelings were bound too tight to tell which was dominating. All the spasms I had had before seemed nothing to compare to this, and my body heaved with the sensations flooding it to the brim, my eyes opening wide and gasping to the ceiling of the tiny world.
My climax reached, my body relaxed, and one by one the bodies around me dissipated, leaving for wherever it was that they went when we weren’t involving ourselves in perverted activities. I slept, I don’t know for how long, but when I opened my eyes He was still there, His face a wrinkled mess of concern, His large hand engulfing mine.
“Are you awake, Lexie?” He asked me.
Stretching a bit, I smiled and nodded, brushing the warm palm of his hand with my fingertips. He frowned, squeezing my hand tight.
“I worry about you, baby,” He whispered. His voice was so soft I didn’t know if He meant me to hear. “I don’t want you going out anymore, do you understand?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I muttered, my smile fading. I rolled over in my bed, yanking my hand away from his, and almost gasping at the coldness that washed through my body as our touches parted.
“You’re going to get hurt some day, worse than you can imagine. People can die doing this, you know?”
“Then next time come with me,” sarcasm dripped in my voice. I knew He would never be seen with the group I met up with.
As expected, he grimaced. “How about you stay put so that I don’t have to worry about you?”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I told Him. “I always come out on top.”
“Not always.”
I ignored him and shut my eyes again.
“Can you go somewhere, do something, anything? It’s creepy when you watch me.”
He didn’t answer, but I heard him stand up and shut the door. My breathing was the only sound in the room. Opening my eyes, I fixed my sight on a particularly smooth space on the white wall. I felt void of all emotion, only wanting to be with my group again, and to feel the warmth of their bodies around me. Alone, I felt incomplete. If only He would let me go out…I needed to go out. It had been too long.
