Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors

... gaze, all hotness and sexual fire boring into her body, his sent chills of maddened despair through her core, draining her of will, autonomy, and courage.

JD, formally referred to as John Dee, remained in her peripherals all through the showing. His ominous stares, predatory demeanor, and oppressive aura pummeled against Freya’s body, mind, and soul until she, in a desperate, terrified act, surrendered to her plight, and knelt, on all fours, between two mirrors that the gallery had hung to decorate according to the theme of her art, and masturbated, furiously, as the shocked onlookers discussed her performance art. To them, she was a sexually-charged genius, teetering recklessly on the edge of the cliffs of madness. To her, as she moaned, masturbated, and writhed between the mirrors, she was seeking escape from her demonic nemesis. She, somehow, instinctively knew that John Dee was the demonic entity Choronzon, the supernatural bestower of her curse.

With her hands plunging between her shaking legs, feelings of lust, desire, and passion welling up from within her, joining with the cosmos, Freya blurred out the world of artistry and affluence, emerging, as the throes of her earth-shattering orgasm washed over her, into a parallel reality where she was an office worker. That mundane, trivial existence gave way to another world, then another, still others following. In every existence, he was there, always menacing, always watching, intently.

John Dee’s demonic ...

... presence manifested itself in every world Freya orgasmed her way into. At first, he was just a menacing figure in the backdrop, but his pervasive existence evolved into uncomfortable, threatening-seeming encounters. While always polite, never once doing anything untoward, let alone malicious, there was a feeling about him, something in his hellish aura, that sent her into panic mode. She began avoiding him whenever she spied his malevolence, then fleeing. Every step she took toward safety resulted in JD advancing two paces. Soon, Freya desperately tried to escape, her entire life a blur of candlelit cums and running from Mr. Dee.

In this world, where Freya enjoyed celebrity status and more money than she could count, the demonic John Dee was unrelenting. His malevolence hounded her at every corner, in every crowd, and he was always chasing her. Freya’s frenetic, terror-accelerated masturbation in the back of her limousine would hopefully take her someplace where he’d never find her.

At ramming speed, the imposing Cadillac broke free of the chaotic traffic, slamming other vehicles to the berm, and set itself on a collision course, speeding toward the back of Freya’s limo. She fingered herself like a woman possessed, lust, fear, and insanity giving her fingers speed and lusty accuracy. Feeling the entire universe well up inside her, her essence drifting through the ether, the fiery-haired vixen, thrust her fingers inside her dripping cunt hard and fast, more fingers assaulting ...