Steven Basic

Post 259: First Date, Aftermath

Added 2022-05-16 14:24:15 +0000 UTC

A girl squealed as she rolled over in bed, threw her pillow between her legs to hump to hump to hump calling out “Daddy Daddy Daddddddyyyyy!!!” She’d decided to stay in, tonight.

Some of her friends were out dancing, despite the storm. They had been feeling predatory, needed to prowl. When it happened, the eyes of the men around them suddenly glazed over, their legs weak, causing them to stumble.

Lighting had been striking all night.

Still another girl clenched her thighs, hearing the deafening pop as the physio ball submitted to the power of her powerful, flexing legs. Patrons of the gym - diehards who’d decided on a workout on a Friday night - looked her way sharply. The normally shy, reticent young woman, the one with the amazing ass, was laying on the mat, laughing.

Another woman, this one pale of skin and black of hair, groaned as sharpness erupted from her gums and she pushed away from her computer screen, suddenly overcome, tilting her face to the heavens in a feral scream.

Elsewhere a new mother looked down at her soaked shirt in shock, her own thighs clenched and squeezing together after the first wave of rapture had passed and another, even more powerful bolt of heat washed over and through her, into her chest, filling her instantaneously, swelling her with a delicious, tender pain. The babies were asleep, but she had him next to her tonight…

“Holy shit did you taste that?” another dark haired woman said to her friend. They’d been speaking, on the phone, trying to figure out this weird storm, when the shock like an ecstatic, deathless death went through them both. “It’s fucking him, isn’t it??” came the voice through the receiver. “It…it is…”

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