Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures

... questioned her sanity. What if this had been her life all along, and her mystic parents, the rituals, and other things were naught but a shadowy dream? Sometimes, it felt that way.

During a drunken night of lesbian sex, Freya accidentally discovered how to activate her portals. While her adventures were always sexual, and she remained herself, she slipped through the looking glass, anew, another world randomly appearing around her. In that third, alternate world, she was a stripper with a Goth persona, and she raked in the money, making nasty, dirty, old men cum in their pants. The worlds went on, spiraling endlessly outward, each new reality becoming less familiar and more freakish.

Through serendipitous happenstance, she stumbled upon her return configuration. In that distant, peculiar version of her reality, she worked in a clothing store as part-time high school help. In that universe or whatever it was, her coworker, a ruggedly handsome athlete named Josh, had a pervasive sexual attraction to her.

In that reality, violent, destructive storms raged through the area a few times each week. During storm lockdowns, they retreated into the dressing rooms for safety. During a particularly nasty squall, the store's power went out, and they lit candles for light. Riding Josh's hard cock in the dressing room, in the cowgirl position, she fondled her clit and nipples to an intense orgasm, the dressing room mirrors casting infinite versions of her horny lust. Her ...

... original reality recomposed itself in time with her lusty, orgasmic waves of pleasure.

The baroque antechamber surrounded her once more, and the dark priest was blowing his load all over her shapely, youthful ass. Only seconds had passed to the rest of the universe; to Freya, crying tears out of her pale, gray eyes, it had nearly been an entire year.

“Your hole’s so tight,” the man told her, wiping his cock clean on her bare thighs. “Did you like watching yourself get fucked?”

Freya didn’t respond. In a daze, she gathered her clothing and walked out of the room, trance-like, ignoring her nude, moaning parents and the writhing orgy in the ritual hall. Although she never once had any sexual contact with her parents, as some things were forbidden even in their demented philosophy, she’d partaken of those orgiastic delights more than once. The other mystics would feast on her nectar, making her cum over and over. That time, however, Freya simply dressed and walked home, as she sometimes did. She needed the time to think, but that did her little good.

Questioning her sanity, Freya submerged herself in alternate-reality pseudo-science, physics, the arcane arts, and even modern versions of paganism, seeking the elusive answers. Finally, she settled on foregoing the use of candles and the avoidance of mirrors. Her libido, however, remained in overdrive, as if she was stuck in the horny, lusty state she’d been in when she first went insane.

It wasn’t until college, finally ...