Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss - Sex Stories

Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss

... pleasures here. You are from North Chalda District, no?" she asked. "I have not seen you here before." "N . . . No," Shadi replied. "Central District,” he lied. “No, I haven't been here before, at night. I mean, like this." "And you have come at night because your are looking for strange pleasures? You are a young man and I can see in your eyes that you have passions; strange passions. Everyday they become more difficult for you to manage." She came closer. "A man like you has exceptional needs. I am right?" When Shadi found himself unable to respond, she continued. "I will help you. You will come with me." He had no better plan. He didn't know where to go in his quest and he had no idea what his sexual quest was, so he followed her. She moved ahead of him and walked slowly and seemed quite sure of herself. His eyes were glued to the two bulbous mounds of her butt as they ebbed and rocked before him. Was there anything more beautiful than the round, full buttocks of a female when she is walking? They moved in waves like the slow waves of the sea and they were visible through a thin and transluscent material that revealed skimpy black panties. Those panties clung to her butt cheeks, but even more, they clung to his eyes. She led him down 13 steps to a heavy wood door and she turned to him. "I see you are quite interested in my buttocks." Shadi was not accustomed to such bold speech, especially by a female, and he blurted, "I . . . No. I mean. I don't know. I have never ...

... engaged in anal sex. I . . . I . . . No, that is not my 'thing'." She stepped to him. "That is fine, but then, what is your 'thing'?" she asked almost seeming to mock him. "I . . . I don't really know." "Well, you like girls' butts so for now, we will just go with that." She knocked on a hardwood door and announced herself to an eyeball on the other side of a peephole. The door opened and she led them through a dank lobby that was fogged with some kind of blue and unscented smoke that emanated from an unknown source. Chaldains reclined and talked and embraced and took little notice of their newest visitors. "My name is Amara," she said. "And, what is yours?" "Cleotis," he lied. "Cleotis," she responded. "Yes, I suppose. That is a common name in these parts. You will do well here, of that I am sure." "How?" "What?" "How can you be sure." She moved her face so close to his that he felt her warm breath on his mouth. Her eyes were fixed to his and her head went slowly side to side as if searching the breadth of his internal being. And then she whispered, "Because I know." She led him to a hallway and through one of many doors. He found himself in a three-sided box with the open end looking out upon a central floor that had a great deal of the blue, scentless fog. The box was about ten feet wide by ten feet long. It was made of dark and old wood with a floor that was padded and plush. There were abundant pillows and various items of silk. There were other cubicles but only a couple were ...