Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures

Illusion or delusion? Insanity or reality? Perhaps a higher octave of existence or merely a fractured mind? The ordeals terrified her, at first, and it was a long journey back. No explanation, other than delusional schizophrenia, accounted for her unique experiences. Science, magick, and conjecture only raised more questions, never providing a single answer. Other women her age fretted over dates, lovers, and whether they’d pass their finals; Freya’s anxieties were rooted in her inability to control her very existence.

Predominant with curses, hers reared its cruel, demonic head just after puberty, during that nebulous time on the hormone-fueled cusp of adulthood, no longer a child but not quite an adult. According to the vast majority of legends, her plight was rooted in her parents’ lifestyles. After all, they had paved the road; Freya was fated to travel it.

Ceremonial magicians, devout followers of Thelema, the solipsism of Satanism, and The Golden Dawn, her parents sought power and wealth through metaphysical means. Freya was a byproduct of one of their mystic rituals, the result of the coupling between Choronzon and Gaia—the deities personified through her parents’ copulating bodies as hordes of believers watched, chanting spells. The otherworldly mysticism that some others dabbled in was her daily fare, her natural habitat.

Her upbringing was far from normal, but Freya enjoyed the freedoms and latitude of being viewed as an inconvenience, not a beloved member ...

... of her family. As the only offspring, she was mostly left to her own devices, pursuing hedonism rather than academics. At the tender age of sixteen—the same age as her mother when she was “infected” with pregnancy—she was inducted into the inner circle. Enjoying the nudity, drugs, and sexual debauchery, Freya eschewed the twisted and bizarre self-serving ways of her parents and their coven, as they erroneously called themselves, but enthusiastically participated, eagerly feeding her libidinous desires.

A young woman with pert, medium-sized breasts and a sexy figure aglow with youthful vitality, Freya had an edgy, provocative aura about her. Finding a cock to play with, a wet pussy to enjoy, or even seducing the acolytes of the coven’s members was easy. Considered dangerous and freakish by her classmates, young men and women lined up to sample her; she had her pick. The older men and openly bisexual or lesbian women among her parents’ friends were more than eager to taste her hot wetness.

Freya was hot, sexy, and darkly alluring, and her hedonism didn’t evolve; it erupted with all the fury of an exploding sun. Her fiery hair, nubile figure, and rebellious wardrobe made her exotic enough to be noticed. She leveraged her assets to her advantage, trading high marks for sex and enjoying the fruits of sexuality with others. Even after she’d found her path back, some months after her curse first manifested, she continued her ways of debauchery—just not in front of any mirrors ...