Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2 - Sex Stories

Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2

... school boyfriend, and a boyfriend in college.”

“How come the college one didn’t last?”

“He got expelled and went back to his state. You?”

“Ah dunno… I lost count,” he said with pride.

“Ah.” But in her head, “I cannot wait for the night I get to curse this red pill retard.”

“This is good, I’m enjoying myself, a good time. Janie, you’re smart, I like that.”

“Smart enough to not fall for your shit,” she thought.

“You good?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah… just thinking.”

“Ah shit.”

“What‽”

“A woman thinking ain’t ever good.”

Janie laughed. “You don’t know that! I could be thinking dirty thoughts about us, as far as you know.”

“Oh?”

“But you won’t know.”

“C’mon!”

“Nope.” She looked away.

“Janie!”

“Nope.”

He sighed.

“C’mere.” She said with her finger.

“You gonna tell me?”

“Gotta c’mere first.”

He leaned forward. “What is it?”

She kissed him, it was gentle, not more than a few seconds before her lips quietly pulled back.

“Was that a bad thought?”

He had that shit eating grin, she hated.

“Damn… not bad.”

“Told you.”

“How about one more?”

“No dessert before dinner, didn’t your mother teach you that?”

“I’m grown, now. A little never hurt.”

“You’re gonna spoil your dinner, baby.” She leaned in.

“Can always get it to go.”

They shared another kiss, for her it was just as bad as the first one, like a tiny puckered asshole, not that her lips were much better, she thought. Their ...

... food arrived shortly.

“Thank goddess,” she thought as his mind moved on to eating.

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“I hope you had a good time tonight.”

“I did. Score one for you, Steve-o.”

He nodded proudly to himself with that horrid smug look.

“See… I’m a good guy.”

“Good guy tee em,” she thought. “And I did promise dessert.”

Janie leaned in, pulled him by his chin for a kiss she planned to lay on thick with her thin lips. Stevens lips were hungry and fought for dominance. What would’ve felt passionate to the point she’d have drug a decent man inside, felt dirty, like she would catch something. The charm Babalon gave her, made her not care, she pushed herself to suck it up, it was all part of the game she controlled. He otherwise was simply an expendable pawn, the best bad example for what men have become. The longer they kissed, the more she hated him. She couldn’t wait to be done.

She broke the kiss. “See ya later, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, hell yeah!”

He drove off shortly after she started to her door, she didn’t expect anything less or more. “Fucking men,” she yelled, once she shut the door. “Of all the men, it had to be him‽ Why can’t I find somebody nice—if there even is any. Maybe there isn’t… maybe all are trash. Maybe I’m… maybe I’m just too good for them. Maybe—what am I saying‽ This isn’t like me. No. I think… it should be… like this. Fuck’em, I just need mine from them, and they should be lucky to get anything.”

“Just a seed?” Lilith looked at Babalon, who ...