Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Shards And Fractures

... drowning her in universe-creating pleasure.

Freya’s fingers were buried in her volcanic, erupting cunt, her oozing, sweet, sexual honey dripping out of her sodden snatch. It dripped downward, over her clenching asshole, and slowly dribbled onto the floor. A lusty puddle grew as she dripped, soaking her thighs and butt. Then, time and reality deteriorated into fragmented wisps of primal emotion, finally ceasing altogether. The young woman, her fingers plunging, hair flailing as her body convulsed in sexual seizure, became a formless, timeless mass of writhing lust, overwhelming desire, and urgent, horny need.

No longer fantasizing, her entire being undulating and humping with the sensual rhythm of the cosmos. Freya’s carnal thoughts and feelings exploded into lifetimes of erotic pleasure; entire existences, all centered around carnal lust. Freya’s steel-gray eyes blazed with pale, sultry fire, her eyelids searing with every blink. Her fingers pummeled her flooded pussy, slamming into her drenched hole as her hand pounded against her swollen clit with every thrust. The young woman's head thrashed about, teeth gnashing, and she screamed in grunting, primeval delight.

She was a wanton and willing sex slave, used by armies of horny angels; a succubus on a sex-bender, exhausting and draining the demons of Hades; and an immortal goddess of sex made young, vibrant flesh, fucking and sucking every horny, willing entity. Her heaving tits, topped with pink, swollen tips that ...

... tingled in lusty oblivion, shot passion-charged, carnal lightning bolts through her mortal coil. Her breasts were reddened with desire and slickened by languid beads of passion’s sweat, meandering downward in rivulets between them.

The warm, loving blackness of desire cracked and shattered, giving way to chaotic brightness as she fucked herself, nearing explosive release. Newly-born stars twinkled, danced, and collided against her essence. Her horny intensity had grown to astronomical proportions, yet, still, Freya assaulted her physical being, her limbs a sexually-frenzied blur. The waves of orgasmic joy had grown to immensity, impassioned release splashing over her heart and soul, showering her in sweet, salty lust. Growing to the intensity of a tidal wave, further powered by desire's stormy squalls, Freya’s mouth screamed incoherent sounds of passion, her arching back nearly snapping.

With her head thrown back, quaking from side to side, her hair wildly flying to and fro, her self-administered pleasure reached its summit, then exploded with nuclear fury, rending her body as the lust-addled talons of pleasure raked at her soul. Every mote of her body was reduced to a primal, instinctive, sexual spark, its cosmic energy radiating outward, warming her flesh and pleasuring every nerve fiber. Freya no longer existed; she was naught but a primordial pleasure receptacle, greedily feasting upon the horny energy of the universe. The last vestiges of her humanity, searing with ...