Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures

... escaping the talons of her occultist upbringing, that curiosity got the better of her. Her roommate was Cassandra, a mix of Asian and Caucasian, and as intelligent as she was beautiful. They bonded quickly, both feeling as if they were outcasts, albeit for very different reasons. Cassandra and Freya talked about everything, Freya’s splintered psyche being the only exception.

Freya eventually felt compelled to visit an occult shop and buy some candles and a large, ornate divination mirror. One fall evening, the wind moaning through the windows, she lit a single candle and placed it between her meditating self and the gateway of a mirror, determined to prove to herself that the bittersweet journey through possible realities was nothing more than a pleasant dream woven around a nightmare, brought on by illicit drugs and her wanton sexuality.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” she chanted, feeling silly. “Show me I’m not crazy at all.”

Although Freya was mostly agnostic, putting her faith in neither the Christ God nor the various demons and ethereal entities of her parents’ faith, she somewhat believed in a higher, cosmic, divine power. Desperately trying to remember the ritual preparation and mindset of her upbringing, she rocked her body back and forth, chanting and concentrating. Other than the candle’s flame flickering, nothing happened. Multiple attempts netted the same result, absolutely nil.

Recalling her studies into the new-age versions of witchcraft, Freya ...

... remembered that most practiced magick in the nude, what they called skyclad. The pagan authors claimed that it meant, “Clad only by the sky." Worshipers celebrated their mortal form as they sought the divine, baring their true selves to their gods. Freya felt that it was just an excuse to get naked because nude people dancing, chanting, and writhing often led to sex. Nonetheless, she stripped off her clothes and restarted her meditative ritual, attempting to shatter reality in lieu of a different one. Again, nothing happened.

Feeling embarrassed with herself and silly, as well as pondering seeking therapy, Freya looked at her nude body in the mirror. The candle cast an ethereal, spectral glow around her body, softening the edges and adding a mystical allure to her already incredibly sexy body. In harsh lighting, she looked mysterious, sexy, and hot; awash in the dim illumination of the candlelight; she looked like a dark, angelic demoness.

Her fiery hair, long and flowing, had that tousled, just-fucked look about it. Freya’s eyes shone from her face like steely beacons, mesmerizing and sultry. The eighteen-year-old’s breasts, high, plump, and pert, were, perhaps, a bit on the small side but perfectly formed; her nipples stood out, tilting slightly upward, sitting atop puffy areolas. An enviable hourglass figure curved down and out into full, lush hips, and her cleanly-shaven mound puffed out, causing gasps and horny reactions when viewed from behind. That is, if her voyeurs ...