The woman glanced up and her eyes met his. She turned her head and pulled her hair back away from her face. Alfonso looked down at his wristwatch—12:25 p.m. and he knew his time to act had come.
He was going to free himself from the spell she cast over him. He stared at her lips and she began to speak to him.
“Watch out…”
The bus that plowed him over was also punctual.
All that remained in the road was a note, a yellow flower soaking in a pool of blood and his detached hand. Along with one worn-out shoe.
It was Alfonso’s time.
Caveman Love
Zag stood at the entrance to his cave with a dumb look on his face.
Actually, he always had a dumb look on his face because he was dumb. Anyway, as he surveyed the terrain he noticed Lana.
She was an extremely ugly cavewoman—even by caveman standards—but she had huge gazongas. She was so ugly her clan had her sit in front of the cave entrance to ward off dinosaurs. One look and they would flee in fear.
Zag saw her and decided that if nobody else wanted her, he did. What an idiot.
For three days, Zag stood there trying to think of a way to meet Lana.
He finally figured he’d take her to the “Caveman Bar” on the weekend, one moon or so later, and he finally approached her cave to ask her out. As he walked up the hill, he saw her standing there at the entrance pulling at her cloth stuck in her butt. He smiled at her and motioned to her to come over.
She belched, walked up to him wiping the snot and other debris off her face, and stared at him. “Ugh?” What?
“Uh, Zag whun ag Lana ooh ramma lamma ding dong.” You figure it out.
“Fug oof!” Who me?
“Uhn wanna kis buggun gazongas!” Yes!
The date was set.
Zag could hardly wait, but he managed somehow. He wanted to have the whole night planned out.
He was still a little nervous because he’d never been with a woman. He’d groped a few who were bent over at the lake washing clothes, and he’d had a couple of affairs with the goats on the hill, but never with someone he’d known.
On the morning of their date, he kept himself busy doing his chores around the cave. He swept the rat turds out, wiping off the table scraps and hitting his bedclothes with a bone to get all the dirt, food and crap stains out of it. Now the cave was clean and it was time for Zag to work on himself.
He jumped into the lake to take his bath, even though it wasn’t spring yet. As the fish started floating to the surface, he grabbed a few to eat later. For good measure, he even washed his loincloth on a rock to get rid of the foul smell. He wasn’t sure if it was the cloth or him that stunk so badly.
Going back into the cave, he tried to pull all the knots out of his hair and put on some new cologne. It was called Raptor Sweat and his buddy Frap told him it drove women crazy. Damn. It stunk like shit.
Zag walked up to Lana’s cave to get her and found himself in awe of her beauty. She was standing in front of the cave pulling her cloth out of her butt again.
He stood there staring at her. What a beautiful woman she was.
He grabbed her sticky hand and they left. The sky was full of stars and the pterodactyls were hovering overhead. Zag glanced over at Lana and noticed how the moon cast a glow across her face, illuminating her features.
Her matted hair, protruding pimple-infested forehead, the incredible amount of hair on her single eyebrow and mustache…her big nose that she seemed to be constantly picking and eating out of, and the chapped lips that Zag couldn’t wait to kiss. There was debris still stuck on her face. She had rotted teeth, bad breath, a dirty cloth, knobby knees, and long discolored toenails.
His heart was aflutter. What a chump.
Walking up to the bar together, they found there was a long line since it was a weekend and this was the only place to go. But when the crowd saw them, they dispersed quickly⎯ it was more like running for their lives.
The waiter covered his eyes and led them to their table by the window so the sight or stench wouldn’t scare everyone else away. Zag was so proud to be out with someone, even if it was Lana.
“Numma Num?” Are you hungry?
“Braap.” I’m starved.
“Zag wanna pakka pak Numma Num.” I’ll order for you.
“Ugh.” We’ll have two orders of the raptor paté, some bronto ribs cooked well done and a bottle of your best boar wine, if it’s fresh.
The dance floor cleared when they decided to strut their stuff.
Lana just stood there pulling her cloth out of her butt again and picking her nose. Zag, of course, had to show off. He waved his arms uncontrollably, running in a circle around Lana while grunting and panting. The other people didn’t know if he was having a seizure or doing some sick demented mating dance, it was that weird.
Then it happened. Something Zag had never seen from Lana. A smile.
The rotting smell and the chips of plaque falling out were pretty gross, but Zag felt so good—it was a magic moment.
The meal finally came, late, since they had to squeeze the wine out of the boar. It was still warm and not too bitter. Zag tucked a napkin into his cloth and grabbed his stick to eat, looking up just in time to see Lana dive face first into the bowl of raptor paté while chewing on a couple of ribs and sloshing down a full bottle of boar wine.
Suddenly Zag wasn’t hungry anymore. Lana grabbed his bowl and smashed it onto her face, licking all the remaining food off the bowl. Then she leaned over and fired off a loud echoing fart that seemed to last forever. She accentuated it with a louder, wet, splattering belch.
Zag was so proud of her. She looked up and smiled with shit stuck all over her face. Actually raptor paté is shit, only cooked. A delicacy in most villages, cooked raptor pate’ is raptor shit, it obviously had never tasted so delicious.
“Grunt?” Check?
As they walked home, the two lovebirds couldn’t help but laugh. They had had so much fun. Zag couldn’t control his urges anymore. He ran behind a tree and took a leak.
When he turned around, he saw Lana standing there with a smile on her dirty face and he knew that this was going to be “it”. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply.
As he slipped his tongue into her mouth he could taste the paté and a little bit of the ribs—maybe he should have eaten them after all. Lana tugged her cloth out of her butt and pulled it off completely, showing Zag everything.
Good gracious her gazongas were huge! She had a couple of fat rolls and an extremely hairy meowma. There was a bunch of debris and food stuck in the hair and an incredibly foul stench, but Zag didn’t care. Lana stepped up to him reaching under his cloth and grabbed his yonker.
She kneeled in front of Zag and he looked up and saw…tonsils.
All at once, a T-Rex bit onto Zag, chewing him up and swallowing him in two pieces. Then the T-Rex took a good look at Lana’s naked body and ran shrieking in fear.
Lana picked up the only piece of Zag she could find—his yonker.
The moral to this story is…
Shit happens.
THE DARK LORD RISEN—Encounter Two
Her control was legendary. She was a woman who became cool under fire and she thrived on pressure that would crack lesser men. Her tenacity was what drove her to the top. Allie refused to lose control.
Tonight, she sat in the bar listening to Missy talk about her nocturnal wet dream man. To her, it was just a hyped-up fantasy that seemed real. Allie knew better. She had never met a man that was her match in business or in bed.
“Well, Missy, your wet dream was interesting but this is ‘REALITY’.” Allie made a set of quotation marks with her fingers but her sarcastic remark fell on deaf ears.
“Just ‘cause you’re an Ice Princess in the bedroom doesn’t mean someone couldn’t light that fire in you.” Missy smiled as the girls giggled.
“Oh yeah, like this Dark Stranger could suddenly make me come ten times and become a sexua
l slave!” Allie shook her head. “Get real. No guy can handle me. I can out-fuck any man. No contest.”
The girls just sighed at Allie’s natural assumption of power and her attempt at being the voice of reason. They didn’t want reason, they wanted a fantasy.
“Okay, next time I hope he picks you and makes you eat your words.” Missy wiggled her eyebrows. “’Cause he sure ate me up. Twice!”
They burst into laughter.
“I need to get going girls, a quick pit stop and then I’m off!” Allie headed towards the ladies’ room.
Missy waited until she was out of sight. “What a bitch. Sometimes it’s hard to be friends with her when she has a bad day.” She leaned into her purse and pulled out the smooth golden medallion she’d received as a gift from the Dark Stranger.
“Ohhhh, what’s that?” Sara asked.
“It was from HIM…” She cupped it in her palm and the sudden warmth filled her pussy with memories of their night.
“Can I hold it?” Sara’s eyes gleamed.
“Well, okay, but give it back before Allie gets here. She doesn’t deserve any fun.”
Sara held the gold medallion in her hand. It was flat on one side, and ridged on the front where an emblem was embossed into the gold. Rubbing her long finger across the bumps, a wave of excitement swept through her. She continued to rub the indentions and her mouth became dry as a flush of passion fell over her breasts.
“Oh, fuck! Whew…um…I like this.”
She brushed her thumb on the smooth surface of the back and it felt as if something was caressing the inner walls of her pussy. The softness turned wet. Sara blew out a cleansing breath, blinking as the blood left her head and rushed between her legs.
“Can I take this home? Sonovabitch. I swear this…” Her thumb had brushed along the adjoining ring at the top that held the chain to the medallion. Her eyes blinked again and she flicked her thumb back and forth across it.
“No, it’s mine.” Missy began talking to Ann, paying little attention to Sara who had become more than just interested in the medallion.
The bud of Sara’s clit became firm and swollen instantly. She could feel the rhythmic strokes across the medallion echoed across the sensitive flesh. Sexual thoughts careened through her brain. Images of carnal pleasures and the presence of a swelling cock filled her. Her heart started to pound, she was helpless and enthralled. Licking her lips, she gulped as she began to pant faster and faster.
Each time she closed her eyes, visions of a tall, dark, muscular man filled her mind. She clenched the medallion firmly and felt the walls of her cunt parting, slowly stretching with a pressure like that of a man entering her. An incredibly large man.
If they sold these things on eBay they’d make billions.
As if invisibly blended, her body became tuned to the heat rising from the medallion which began vibrating in her hands.
“You okay, Sara?” Missy stared at her friend whose jaw shivered and who had a look of fright and excitement spreading across her face. Her eyes were tightly closed and perspiration was beginning to bead across her forehead.
Sara’s arms jerked and she gasped for air. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Missy and Ann as if she was about to scream.
Missy noticed how she was holding the medallion in both hands and rolling her thumbs across the top ring. She reached to take the medallion from her friend.
“Fuck you! Don’t touch it, oh my God…mmm.” Sara closed her eyes and squeezed hard on the golden disc. Her thumbs stroked both sides of the ring and she whimpered.
With a last gasp, she threw her head back and dropped the medallion on the table. Her body shook and she reached out to stop herself from falling. The frightened friends tried to grab her as she collapsed in a heap.
“Oh shit! Sara…are you okay?” Missy and Ann stood over her.
A smile spread across her face and Sara began to laugh. “WOW, just WOW. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a looooong time. Too fucking long.”
Ann looked at Missy and mouthed the word “Orgasm?”
“Oh shit, Allie is coming back. Put the medallion in my purse. We’ll talk about it later.” Missy grabbed the chain.
“Do I hafta? I was hoping I could take it home and cuddle with it. Like for a month or so.” Sara started to laugh even though her legs were weak and a stream of juice was still flowing from inside her. “Chalk up a pair of panties to our bill.”
Allie stood glaring at her friends. “What the hell happened to Sara? Are you drunk?”
“Nope, better then drunk. Damn, I’m gonna go home and fuck Hank tonight.” Sara straightened herself up. “I don’t care if NASCAR RECAP is on or not. This little motor just got a tune-up.” She pointed to her groin and started laughing.
* * * * *
Allie pulled up to her apartment and went inside with relief. Her home was a lavish display of expensive items—from fine art to ancient sculptures. It had everything she liked in it, except someone to share it.
She was lonely, scared and a mess of fractured emotions on the inside. Outside she made herself appear a strong, dominant, powerful woman. The comments from the girls, that she was an “Ice Princess”, burned her ego. But in some ways, she knew she was, in fact, what they accused her of being.
She’d never experienced the release of a purely physical exchange between herself and a man. A one-night stand where the ties weren’t there. Just basic primal desires twisted together for an exchange of extreme pleasure.
She basically hadn’t fucked the shit out of some guy since her days in college, since to her, it would interfere with her structured life. Yet, she couldn’t help a touch of jealousy at Missy’s blissful tale of this dream lover she had. Even if it wasn’t real, Allie longed for that volcanic rush of pent up desire.
But it was just a fantasy.
Allie rustled through her purse to get her keys and found the golden medallion that she’d seen Sara holding earlier in the evening. She must have accidentally put it into the wrong purse.
“Oh great, ‘BLING, BLING’. Another trinket of Missy’s I have to take back to her.” She tossed it back into her purse and found her keys at the bottom, next to the lipstick and about fifty bucks in change. How she collected that many nickels, dimes and quarters was a mystery.
She walked up the staircase to the second floor entrance. Pausing for a moment, she had an eerie feeling that someone was watching her. Looking to either side, she saw nobody. Must be my imagination.
Unlatching the door, she went inside and breathed a sigh of relief to be home. Within seconds, she’d kicked off her shoes, grabbed her mail and tossed her purse onto the dining table. She didn’t care that the contents of her purse spilled out a little.
A good stiff drink sounded just right, and out of habit, she poured a tall glass of bourbon over some ice as she flung junk mail after junk mail onto the floor.
“Like I need a free sample of douche. Or to refinance my already paid-off house. Fuckin’ stupid salesmen.” With a sigh she plopped onto her couch and laid her head back, finally relaxing into her evening’s routine.
A shimmer caught her eye. The reflection of something on the table shone a flash of light her way. Setting her drink down on a glass coaster, she mumbled to herself as she got off the couch and went to check it out. Scattered across the tabletop, amongst the contents of her purse, was the medallion.
“What is so special about this thing?” She picked it up. “It’s a heavy golden medal. Nothing extravagant. Looks like something I could pick up in a pawnshop.” A smile widened across Allie’s face. “Now I’m talking to myself again.”
Her eyes were drawn to the deep grooves and she noticed how the light didn’t really shine on it as much as radiate from within the gold itself. Fascinated, her fingers began to glide across the metal. Warmth crept between her legs and her heart began to pound faster. A vision of a tall muscular hunk appeared in her head. Her eyelids became heavy, letting the man’s face appear more clearl
y within her mind.
“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.” Damn. The door.
She opened it. “Hel…lo?” There was nobody there.
A gust of cold wind blew through the doorway and Allie breathed in the soft scent of some delicious cologne. Mmmm, love that smell.
She shrugged, thinking it was those bratty kids on the other side of the complex. Doorbell-ditch had always been a game she hated. Her eyes fell to the medallion in her hand while she closed the door and bolted the latch. She stepped back towards the couch and the glass of bourbon that called to her.
“Hello, Allie.” The deep voice peeled away her calm, throwing her into instant panic.
She looked around and saw a shadowed figure standing in the hallway to her bedroom. The dim glow of the nightlight from the bathroom made his presence more ominous. He was tall, dark, huge, and she was terrified.
Reflex made her turn to the door. She dropped the medallion and struggled with the handle.
“Why fight it, Allie? You wanted me here.” The voice echoed through her head and she let go of the door. Time to be strong, time to show she was in control.
“Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here? What the fu—” Her voice stuttered to a halt when the man raised his hand.
“Within people there are passions left untapped. Insecurities never exposed. Boundaries never crossed.” He turned his hand, palm up and closed his burning eyes.
Tightness cupped her pussy and as the man closed his hand Allie felt the tightness grasping her quickly saturating cunt. The man elevated his middle finger, and the lips of her pussy spread apart.
“Bring the medallion over to me.”
“Let go of me. I can’t…can’t move.” With a gasp, she sensed his grip loosen and disappear.
Obedient to his command, she picked up the golden medal and walked towards the large man. “You’re the man Missy talked about, aren’t you?” Her eyes fixed on the now-visible bare muscles of his chest.
Taking the medallion from her hand, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her.
Allie backed away, not wanting to just give in. She was stronger, more reserved and a helluva lot more intelligent than to let a dream man touch her.
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