by Joyner, GP
After graduating, I managed to live a normal life by working as a home based consultant. The problems of my curse never completely went away. I still felt lonely, even through I had everything that a girl could desire. I kept telling myself that I was this strong independent woman that can sleep with any guy she wants, but I was never able to fall in love. I couldn't even make another person fall in love with me, in spite of my skills in persuasive manipulation.
I felt a hole in my heart that could only be filled with love, and that is when I met Mike. At first, I was skeptical and self-centered, eventually, he melted my heart. At first, he hired me as his consultant. Since I was at the peak of my profession, I was not surprised that a client would ask for my services. At first, we started talking by email and when we decided to meet in person, I was really blown away. He was so kind and intelligent. Most of the men I had been with were boys in comparison.
We met in front of the company´s building and I offered to buy us drinks. I wanted to go straight to business and show him how professional I could be. No dirty business, but actual business -- consultant finance business. I was tired of having relationships that were based mostly and only in sex. Even if I was going to have something with this guy, I wanted to develop an emotional connection first. I wanted to befriend him, and my loneliness pushed me forward.
Mike was different. I was not attracted to his looks or his body; it was his smile and his smell more than anything. Eye contact with this guy caused me to travel to a better place. I felt like I could be spontaneous in his presence, and we always had a lot to talk about. We could talk about everything and anything. I never thought that I would be able to make a friend quite like him. I was hopelessly in love.
We spent months on the project and nothing physical happened, but I didn't mind. We were able to get to know each other, and I deeply appreciated his company. Eventually, the project was over and I grew depressed. I didn’t know what to do to maintain the relationship. On the final evening of our work, he offered to take me home. I didn’t want this to be a goodbye, and was intensely relieved when he took the initiative necessary to bring us together.
“Good night, Sara,” he said kissing me in the face.
“Good night Mike. It is a pity this is our last evening together,” I said, looking down.
“It doesn’t have to be. Unless you want it to be,” he said in a really cute and shy way.
“I don’t want to. I really enjoy your company,” I smiled, trying to control my enthusiasm.
“Now that we are not working professionals, I think we can still be friends,” he said punching the air and smiling.
“I think we already are, aren’t we?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer.
“What if we could be more than friends?” he questioned.
I sensed some hesitation.
“That would be an improvement,” I said in order to make my feelings clear.
Needless to say, he kissed me.
He didn’t kiss me only with his lips, but with his heart. I didn’t have to think, and I couldn’t think; it was magical. I wanted this moment to last forever and I think that he wanted the same. After the kiss we both smiled and waved good night to each other. I went upstairs, and he went back home. I didn’t want to invite him to my house and let sex ruin everything. I could feel that he also didn’t want to rush into things.
To keep pace, we dated in an old-fashioned way. Mike and I would go to the movies, or have dinner in nice restaurants. I would invite him for picnics, and he would invite me to go to the opera with him; it was amazing, and that is when I realized I was truely falling in love. I know it sounds crazy to fall in love with somebody with so little body contact, but our minds and hearts were on the same frequency. Despite the love that I was feeling, I continued to struggle with the effects of my curse. When Mike invited me to go to his family cottage with him, I was thrilled.
I was done waiting to mount him, and I knew it would be good to have some rural privacy. Our escape would be the perfect opportunity for a bit of steamy interaction, and by now sparks were flying every time we touched. My carnal sexuality could hardly wait until that moment of initial penetration.
The environment at the cottage was amazing. I was impressed by the sound of the waves, and admired the landscape for hours. I was feeling so peaceful, that I forgot why we were there in the first place.
“This place is incredible, Mike! You even have a hot tub in the bedroom with this amazing view to the ocean. I wish I could live here!” I exclaimed, totally forgetting to play it cool.
“Well, we can, but you would probably get bored," he said demonstrating that this landscape was nothing special for him.
We made out, and then I went to the restroom to change while he prepared a bath for us. I came out wearing a black bikini that revealed all my curves, and he couldn’t hide his admiration. His erection was so prominent that actually was visibly embarrassed. I smiled at his self-conscious manner, and walked with confidence towards the bathtub.
"I want to put my mouth all over your body," he said, sharing his desire bluntly.
“Do you want a taste?” I said provocatively.
“Can I?” he asked, doubts obvious in his mind.
“You can do anything you want," I replied. "You kidnapped me here, I am yours now. Giving you pleasure is my current project.”
“I hope that I can do the same for you,” he replied before giving me the best night of my life.
He kissed me passionately and his lips began to move down my neck. I could feel my body relax as I was enjoying the experience. He arrived at my chest and complimented my breasts.
“These are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen," he announced, exaggerating a bit.
“Do you like them? They are yours to do anything you want with,” I replied.
I wanted him to dive in without restraint.
He started kissing my breasts and licking my nipples, gently. Before he could decide his next move, I was already on top of him and his dick was inside of me. Being filled by him felt so wonderful, I had to scream with pleasure. On impulse, I grabbed his hand, put it on my right nipple.
“Pinch me hard!" I commanded. "I want to feel pain. When I am excited like this, the pain feels good."
He obediently did like I asked, but I wanted more.
“Now the left one, but don’t take your hands out of the right nipple. I want you to bite it as hard as you can. I want to feel the mixture of pain and pleasure,” I declared.
I was already delusional with sensation.
He did as I commanded and since he was sure that he wasn’t hurting me, he was able to enjoy my response to his touch. He said that I looked even more stunning now, with my cheeks blushed and my face glowing. I wanted one final thing.
“Now use your other hand to put a finger on my asshole. I am going to come in a few moments, and them we are going to focus on you,” I told him.
I was being a slut, but I didn’t care.
The pleasure I felt by having my anus stimulated by one finger led me to imagine how wonderful it would be to have anal sex with him. My body contorted with the orgasm. Fluids gushed out over his dick, and my screams filled the night air. When he thought that the fun was over for the night, I got out of the tub, knelt down to my knees, and asked him to take me.
He fucked me harder than I had ever been taken before, and I still begged him for more. I understood now how powerful and dangerous this inner bear sexual energy could be. He said that he felt like the luckiest guy in the world, because he had found someone with who he wanted to spend his days and his nights. I wasn’t sure if he was being totally honest, but I melted.
On the morning after he covered me in freshly harvested flowers and made me a breakfast for a queen. We laughed, ate, drank, had a lot of sex and slept. When we were tired of our routine, we would take a walk on the beach, or swim in the ocean. Occasionally, we went to a small local village for a change of scenery. Life was perfect, and
I didn’t want to change it telling him that I would turn into a ferocious she-bear eventually, but I knew that conversation would need to take place eventually; it happened sooner than I anticipated.
"Baby, I need to talk to you," he said.
"Yes, of course," I replied. "What is it?"
"I haven’t been honest with you this whole time."
"What do you mean?"
"We have more in common than you imagine and it wasn’t destiny that brought us together. Well, at least not our destiny to be lovers."
"What are you talking about?"
"I am a bear shifter, too."
"Bear shifter? What is that?" I lied.
"Don’t be scared, I know everything about your curse."
I grew quiet.
"I am a shifter as well, but my lycanthropy is genetic. You see, my family has an old and traditional alliance with the bears that have been living in the same region as us. Over the years our DNA merged, and now we are a full connected species. For us, it is an honor to be shifters. We are a proud people."
"Then, you understand what I have been through," I asked.
"More or less. I understand now, because I have met you, but most people in my family don’t understand your kind. Do you know why that sorceress cursed your family?"
"It has something to do with fertility and femininity, isn’t it?"
"That is the punishment. The consequence of the curse is directly linked to that. But why did she curse your family in the first place?"
"Because my ancestors were vain, shallow and disrespectful."
"And how do you feel about that?"
"Now I am already used to it."
"But how did you feel in the beginning, When you first found out about the curse?"
"I was angry, of course."
"Exactly. But you have managed to control yourself over the years. Not everybody does that. Most bear women do a lot of stupid things that make us natural shifters look bad. We don’t want that to happen. So my mission has been to find cursed shifters and get rid of them."
"You mean murder?"
He nodded, solemnly.
"I have never killed anyone," he assured me. "I have chosen a different path instead. I make the lives of my target miserable."
"Is that why you brought me here?"
"No, of course not. You are different. You are nothing like the girls I have punished before. You really work make the world a better place; besides that, there is another extremely important detail…"
"What is it?"
"I love you."
"Fuck you!"
"Why? Don’t you love me back?"
"You know I do, but I wish you had told me that in a more romantic and less threatening way. I am so angry right now that I can already feel my body hair growing and I hate you for that."
"Do you want to go for a ride to blow off some steam?"
"I don’t think that driving around will make me feel better."
"How about a run?"
"Running? I don’t have any sports clothes with me."
"You won´t need them. We can run shifted. What do you think?"
"Shifted? I haven’t done that in ages."
"Don’t you miss it?"
"A little."
"I bet it will make your anger go away, and now you have company."
I smiled at him, knowing that I had finally found someone with whom I could share my self completely.
THE END
In Need
Paranormal Romance
By: G.P. Joyner
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This could be the story of anyone. But it is not. It is mine. And that is why I want to share it with the world. Perhaps a story like mine should never be told. Before you judge me, I have to say, in my defense, that I am not proud of it. On the other hand, I cannot say that I have not enjoyed my life. It was a wonderful life, indeed. Now that I have decided to settle in a quiet married life, I think that I have a debt with the new generation. My younger pals have the right to learn from my mistakes so that they don’t make the same ones and to indulge in my successful stories, in order to feel inspired to make their own mistakes and develop their personal conqueror stories.
First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mike, and I am the kind of person that people tend to like. Guys always want to be friends with me, and girls are always trying to seduce me. Since I am being honest with you, I have to admit that my life was quite easy. I was born in a really wealthy family that made sure that I always had everything that I could possibly need. The old guys still run the family business, so I could study anything I wanted just for fun, and I never really had to work. By now, you probably think I am an arrogant and despicable man, but I swear I try to help people on my journey.
However, my family’s most important legacy is not related to money. We are part of an old allegiance with powerful bears in our region. That means that, over the centuries, our DNA has merged in a mysterious way. These transformations made us one single and unique species instead of two different ones. There are good and bad parts about that. The most important one can be considered positive or negative, depending on your point of view. Since we have some traits from our more instinctive partners, we tend to act like wild animals in some matters of life. The most distinct one is our sexual energy, and we must manage to control it from our youth. I don’t even remember how old I was when my oldest cousin first took me to a professional lady. I know that I was still a teenager. But I do remember everything that happened on that night.
As I arrived, a woman greeted me. “Hello there!”
“Hello…” I looked her up and down. There wasn’t much in the way of clothing covering her dark, luscious skin.
“What’s your name, boy?” she asked.
“My name is Mike. What’s your name?”
“Tonight, I am Shantala. Nice to meet you.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Is it your first time here?” she asked.
“Yes, it is. How can you tell?”
“Well, I have been in the business for a while, probably since even before you were born.”
“And do you like it?”
She shrugged. “I can’t complain. Money is good, and the world is tough out there. There are some good and some bad days. Today, I think I am lucky, having such a young and handsome client for myself.” She smiled a bit, one corner of her mouth turning up.
“How much time do we have?”
“All night long. Your friends were not stingy.”
“They are actually my cousins,” I said, correcting her.
“So, this is a family thing?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Yes, sort of.” I nodded.
“I guess some families are luckier than others. Now that we are here, what do you want me to do, darling?”
“I want you to teach me.”
“What do you mean by teaching?”
“I don’t want to be just another guy who can have any girl just because he has the right looks and a lot of money. I want to be able to give pleasure to a woman, and I would like to be able to have meaningful conversations with them.”
As I spoke, she shook her head slightly, seemingly amused. “What a gentleman. And I thought that chivalry was dead.”
“It is not a matter of chivalry. I just wan
t a challenge for a change. You see, I feel like I have never been challenged in my whole life, not even once. Do I sound pathetic?”
“No, I get it. I can’t say I feel sorry for you, but I understand what you mean, and I get your point.”
“Does that mean you are willing to train me?”
“Train you? In what? How could I possibly train you? You are such a polite and educated man. I bet that there is nothing that I know that you don’t.”
“There is where you’re wrong. I am sure that you have a lot to teach me. For instance, when you are in your free time with the other girls, what do you talk about?”
“A lot of things, but mostly about our clients.”
“I assume that are some clients that you like and some others that you don’t,” I said. It seemed reasonable to me.
“Yes, of course.”
“I want to be the one you like—one that most of the girls here would like. I want to be the kind of client that you would fuck for free.”
“Hey, now, you stop there—a girl has got to eat! I can’t work for free.”
“I know. I know. I think I didn’t make myself clear. I would be definitely paying you as much as you want for the training program plus practice.”
“Training program?” She said it like she still didn’t really believe me.
“Yes, I want you to give me tips and hints on how to treat a woman, inside the bedroom and outside.”
“You want to pay me to talk to you?”
