Sintime: No, Fara, she's calling down the "eternal black flames" on you, and no, they will not extinguish until every bit of you is burned to nothingness
Franky_Whiskey: I woke up at 3 am one night, sweaty and thirsty. I stumbled on the thunder-illuminated corridor on my way to the kitchen. It was pouring outside, not uncommon, but the rain was heavy. I opened the fridge to get the jar of cold water; my cotton mouth made me strangely eager to drink from what my mind deemed the holiest of grails. But the jar slipped from my shaky hands and crashed on the floor, the floor was now covered in glass and cold water. I felt the rage of a thousand angry elephants, yet I said nothing. A fear impeded my speech for I sensed a disturbance in the darkness. "Just my imagination" I said hopelessly to myself as I walked down the corridor again in my way to the bathroom.
My hand felt sweaty, and so did my face. I tried to wipe it away with my hand, but it didn't work as my face felt just as sweaty as before. The rain was still pouring, but this time it seemed like the thunders ceased, thus darkening the corridor. I again felt something was in the shadows, just outside my window, looking. I walked with a little more haste, as if running would alert the lurker to attack me. A thunder fell, and in the wall, for a fraction of a second, I saw the silhouette printed on the wall. For a fraction of a second, the thunder light drew on the whole height of the corridor wall the shadow of "it". I turned scared to the window and luck would have it another thunder struck on the horizon, illuminating my ugly scared mug, which was ready to cope with the horror. Nothing was in the window, the outside was clear. I ran to the bathroom and closed myself in. I turned on the lights and discovered my hand was bleeding; possibly with one of the jar's shards or something. I opened the faucet to clean my hands and have a small gulp of water, cheap faucet water that now tasted finer and better than the finest whiskey or oldest cognac I've ever had.
As I satisfied my thirst, I looked to the mirror. My face was covered in blood, the white and brown of my terrified eyes contrasting with the crimson of my bloody face. I barely contained my urge to scream as I hurried to wash my face thoroughly. The water ran clear now, my face was clean. I looked myself in the mirror; my wet face made me laugh, and I came to the conclusion I must have wiped my bleeding hand on my face,that's all. I let a faint laugh escape, and blinked really hard as the scare plus my restlessness had made me weary and sleepy again.
As I opened my eyes again, there was no doubt: In less than an instant, "it" was behind me, reflected in the mirror, just right behind me, yet...she was not there. The presence in the darkness felt heavier and heavier, I knew without a doubt that she finally was after me for I had sinned. And now she was there to make me pay. I kicked the damn bathroom door down as I was a prey of fear, I rushed into my room, closed the door and lay flat under my sheets and quilt, on my king size bed. I was now very scared, she was near and all I could do was cower as I was covered head to toes under by bed covers. I waited and waited...but nothing else happened. I was now tired, and without me knowing, I felt asleep.
I felt a couple of fluffy hands creeping up my legs, and with them I could felt a body, a warm, fur covered being was lying in top of me, caressing me, making me hard. Although I had my eyes closed and I wasn't dreaming anything, I liked it. "I guess you really like me, don't you? Tee-hee!" a woman's voice said. "I have seen you, masturbating to my image, harboring lewd thoughts, devising in your perversity dirty things that you would do to me..."
-"I am sorry..."
"Being sorry isn't enough. You have to fuck me now. Do me! Do me hard you son of a bitch! FUCK ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE SHIT MIND ALWAYS DREAMED TO!"
"Who are you and what do you want from me? Please, I'm sorry! Leave me alone!"- I screamed to the top of my lungs.
Eeringly loving, she replied:"Open our eyes.."
She found me. Krystal finally came for my soul. She was on top of me, her hips moving on my unintentionally hard penis, her damn tits on my chest and her face gazing to mine's. Her eyes were complete obscurity; even in the dark her eyes seemed to absorb all traces of light and life, making her black-hole-like lookers stand out in the dark. The blood delineating her eyes and mouth stood with a cruel shine in the moonless, thunder-ridden night.
I screamed and tried to run, but I was roped to the posts of my bed. "You are not going anywhere tonight. I'm going to quench your desire" and with that I felt her riding my hardon with lustful intensity. Despite on how scared I was, this fell mad good, driving my senses of fear and pleasure crazy. Soon I came inside of her; I was now felling numb for all my emotions were now depleted. "I guess this is it for tonight," the bastard replied, "but I'm sure we'll see again. You never learn anyway..." and with that said, she proceeded to choke the air out of me as she leaned closer to my mouth. Her dark eyes seemed darker than before, and suddenly she french kissed me, her tongue getting longer in my mouth and then sliding to pharynx down my esophagus, she tried to choke me as fast as she could...
I woke up screaming. It was now 8 am. I sat, covered in sweat and fear, trying to make out what the hell happened. Was all that a nightmare? "Too bad I didn't enjoy fucking her more" I said laughing, convinced all of that was just a really bad dream caused by Taco Bell nachos and cheap booze. I noticed, however, that there was little strands of blue fur in my bed. Instinctively, I reached for my dick and I discovered that...it was wet and sticky.Reluctantly, I smelled my hand and hell, it didn't smell like cock, but more like poon. I let a loud shriek of terror escape out of my mouth.
Since Krystal almost came for me, I haven't fapped to her image not even once.
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I'll get the one-ups.
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Yup.
BATARANG GET!
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My hand felt sweaty, and so did my face. I tried to wipe it away with my hand, but it didn't work as my face felt just as sweaty as before. The rain was still pouring, but this time it seemed like the thunders ceased, thus darkening the corridor. I again felt something was in the shadows, just outside my window, looking. I walked with a little more haste, as if running would alert the lurker to attack me. A thunder fell, and in the wall, for a fraction of a second, I saw the silhouette printed on the wall. For a fraction of a second, the thunder light drew on the whole height of the corridor wall the shadow of "it". I turned scared to the window and luck would have it another thunder struck on the horizon, illuminating my ugly scared mug, which was ready to cope with the horror. Nothing was in the window, the outside was clear. I ran to the bathroom and closed myself in. I turned on the lights and discovered my hand was bleeding; possibly with one of the jar's shards or something. I opened the faucet to clean my hands and have a small gulp of water, cheap faucet water that now tasted finer and better than the finest whiskey or oldest cognac I've ever had.
As I satisfied my thirst, I looked to the mirror. My face was covered in blood, the white and brown of my terrified eyes contrasting with the crimson of my bloody face. I barely contained my urge to scream as I hurried to wash my face thoroughly. The water ran clear now, my face was clean. I looked myself in the mirror; my wet face made me laugh, and I came to the conclusion I must have wiped my bleeding hand on my face,that's all. I let a faint laugh escape, and blinked really hard as the scare plus my restlessness had made me weary and sleepy again.
As I opened my eyes again, there was no doubt: In less than an instant, "it" was behind me, reflected in the mirror, just right behind me, yet...she was not there. The presence in the darkness felt heavier and heavier, I knew without a doubt that she finally was after me for I had sinned. And now she was there to make me pay. I kicked the damn bathroom door down as I was a prey of fear, I rushed into my room, closed the door and lay flat under my sheets and quilt, on my king size bed. I was now very scared, she was near and all I could do was cower as I was covered head to toes under by bed covers. I waited and waited...but nothing else happened. I was now tired, and without me knowing, I felt asleep.
I felt a couple of fluffy hands creeping up my legs, and with them I could felt a body, a warm, fur covered being was lying in top of me, caressing me, making me hard. Although I had my eyes closed and I wasn't dreaming anything, I liked it. "I guess you really like me, don't you? Tee-hee!" a woman's voice said. "I have seen you, masturbating to my image, harboring lewd thoughts, devising in your perversity dirty things that you would do to me..."
-"I am sorry..."
"Being sorry isn't enough. You have to fuck me now. Do me! Do me hard you son of a bitch! FUCK ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE SHIT MIND ALWAYS DREAMED TO!"
"Who are you and what do you want from me? Please, I'm sorry! Leave me alone!"- I screamed to the top of my lungs.
Eeringly loving, she replied:"Open our eyes.."
She found me. Krystal finally came for my soul. She was on top of me, her hips moving on my unintentionally hard penis, her damn tits on my chest and her face gazing to mine's. Her eyes were complete obscurity; even in the dark her eyes seemed to absorb all traces of light and life, making her black-hole-like lookers stand out in the dark. The blood delineating her eyes and mouth stood with a cruel shine in the moonless, thunder-ridden night.
I screamed and tried to run, but I was roped to the posts of my bed. "You are not going anywhere tonight. I'm going to quench your desire" and with that I felt her riding my hardon with lustful intensity. Despite on how scared I was, this fell mad good, driving my senses of fear and pleasure crazy. Soon I came inside of her; I was now felling numb for all my emotions were now depleted. "I guess this is it for tonight," the bastard replied, "but I'm sure we'll see again. You never learn anyway..." and with that said, she proceeded to choke the air out of me as she leaned closer to my mouth. Her dark eyes seemed darker than before, and suddenly she french kissed me, her tongue getting longer in my mouth and then sliding to pharynx down my esophagus, she tried to choke me as fast as she could...
I woke up screaming. It was now 8 am. I sat, covered in sweat and fear, trying to make out what the hell happened. Was all that a nightmare? "Too bad I didn't enjoy fucking her more" I said laughing, convinced all of that was just a really bad dream caused by Taco Bell nachos and cheap booze. I noticed, however, that there was little strands of blue fur in my bed. Instinctively, I reached for my dick and I discovered that...it was wet and sticky.Reluctantly, I smelled my hand and hell, it didn't smell like cock, but more like poon. I let a loud shriek of terror escape out of my mouth.
Since Krystal almost came for me, I haven't fapped to her image not even once.
Or so my cousin said.
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Guess I better start fapping...