Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures

... could peel their gaze away from her sexy ass.

She stuck her tongue out at her shadowy, seductive reflection and ran her hands down her taut torso, resting her fingers between her legs. Lust demons danced on her flesh, making her entire body tingle, and Freya took advantage of the moment’s mood and began fingering herself slowly and gently. Moaning with growing abandon, Freya plunged one finger, then another, into her molten sex, fingering herself with increasing wildness, surrendering to the soul-consuming heatwaves of passion.

Her other hand cupped her shapely, sexy breasts, lifting them toward her lips. They were too small to reach her eager mouth, but if she extended her tongue, the highly-aroused woman could stimulate the tips of her engorged nipples if she tilted her head forward, pressing her chin against her steaming flesh.

Fantasies flickered through her mind in a passionate montage. Past lovers, her wild, sexual behavior, and fictional scenarios played out in her mind. Her lust-driven fingers found magical places inside her oozing sex, and her body ignited, the fires of her flesh burning to match the fire crowning her head. Her nipples, sometimes tongue-flicked, other times squeezed between frenetic fingers, tingled in erotic need. Freya moaned, sighed, writhed, and shrieked in lustful delight, losing herself in ecstatic surrender.

Freya’s mind fractured—fragmented shards of consciousness and self fading and splintering away. Only raw passion and primal ...

... lust remained, her entire body writhing to the frequencies of erotic bliss. Her lusty energy sent harmonic waves of tingling arousal and endless pleasure spinning through the cosmos. All surroundings fell away, tumbling into the horny void, as she no longer fixated on her ever-growing yearning for sexual debauchery or people and events, be they real or imagined. As her body rose and fell, her hands roaming and plunging into her molten desire, Freya became pure emotion, pervasive rapture, and blissful, carnal joy.

Her innermost core glowed with the blazing heat of the sun, rays of Eros emanating outward, permeating the universe with lust, desire, and sexual craving. She was no longer Freya—her soul expanding into and melding with all that was sexually beautiful and glorious. She became lust, passionate love, physical exploration, and primal need. Freya’s disembodied essence felt a thousand fingers molesting her overheated flesh, a million hard cocks and gushing pussies pleasuring her soul, and a billion orgasms, all felt in unison, simultaneously erupting throughout the universe.

Frothy waves of ecstasy cascaded against the walls of her soul, tickling and lapping against her barriers of self. The waves ebbed, waned, and then slammed against her, increasing in power and rising to great, bliss-filled heights. The soul-rending, carnal intensity of her growing orgasm would soon crash through her or rise so high that horny rapture would pour over her barricades of identity, ...