Feeling the Breeze

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This very short story is an introduction to larger pieces in the near future. It is a mere reflection of a person coming to grips to who they are and trying to put the pieces together to follow the breadcrumbs back to why that is.

Who am I, I ask myself that question many times and I have yet to come close to a fitting answer. Being the analytical person as I am, I kept myself wondering about my purpose. My purpose as a daughter, sister, friend or just a simple human being. This feeling is not new, no I’ve been having this feeling since I started laying on my back, fucking anything with a pulse that would recognize me.

Wondering if the satisfaction of a man’s attention was due to a daddy’s complex or just the unnerving fulfillment I would get as I let a man’s penis touch my vaginal walls. Silly me moving from one man to the next, who the hell am I. I’ll tell you ….I was a young woman who although was not what you would call smoking hot, could make any man her bitch.

How, well I was cute, cute with a nice enough body that prompted a second look and encouraged them to start a conversation and that’s when I knew I had them. What I lacked in physical appeal, I definitely made up for it with a surprising  sexual tantalizing  gift, disguised as a casual conversation wrapped up tightly with vivid thoughts of a mans deprived fantasy delivered in a box of seduction. As corny as that analogue was, I guarantee that by the end of this story, you’ll question your own eroticism.


Submitted: August 03, 2019

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