I thought that, for Halloween, it would be fun to do a series of episodes in the vein of The Twilight Zone. Leave me a like or comment if you like it. If enough people like it, I’ll do more.
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There is another dimension to sex beyond what man can perceive. It is a dimension as old as the stars and as endless as infinity. It is the middle ground between the body and the mind, between fantasy and reality, and it lies between the pit of humanity’s lust and the summit of its love. This is the dimension of eroticism. It is an place which we call The Sexlight Zone.
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A man sat alone in his apartment, a small studio, staring blankly at his television. It was 3 a.m. He didn’t care what was on the screen, just that there was some noise to fill the silence. He lifted a bag of Cheetos over his head and tried to pour the contents into his mouth, but only crumbs and dust spilled out. He crumpled the bag and threw it on the floor with all the empty Chinese food containers, pizza bixes, soda cans, and dirty clothes. There were shelves full of model spaceships that he had built, replica medieval weapons he had collected, and hundreds of comic books that he had read dozens of times each. Several shelves were full of dusty VHS tapes of porn that he couldn’t watch anymore after his VCR broke, but that he didn’t have the energy to throw out.
…The man before you is a forty-two year old American named Jordan Everest. Though he shared his name with the highest point on Earth–the ultimate symbol of human achievement–Everest could hardly say he had ever achieved anything noteworthy in all his life. He worked as a data entry technician and barely made enough money to pay the bills. But, though he wasn’t rich or successful in terms that society defines, he was generally happy with his life. He had food to eat, a place to live, and plenty of time for leisure. But, there was a desire that he held deep within his heart, a desire so important that it could even be called a basic human need. And, as we’ll soon see, Jordan Everest was willing to take unimaginable risks to fulfill that desire…
Jordan looked at his phone. It was 4 a.m. and he still couldn’t sleep. A picture of a beautiful woman appeared on his screen. He swiped right. Another beautiful woman appeared. He swiped right again. This continued for fifteen minutes when a familiar message popped up. He had reached his daily limit of swipes. After twenty years of Tinder and making thousands of swipes, he still didn’t have a single match.
Instead of finally going to sleep, he opened his laptop and was about to start playing a video game, but then he had a different idea. He decided to explore the Dark Web. He didn’t have any intention of doing anything illegal or harmful. But, loneliness can lead a person to darker places than purposeful delinquency.
After two hours of browsing unmentionable websites (but “only looking”), Jordan discovered a site that seemed to be for witchcraft enthusiasts. The first part of the website that Jordan noticed was what looked like a witchcraft version of Wikipedia, but this one contained enough information about magic lore, spells, and demonology to fill a whole library. There were forums and chat rooms with topics that ranged from sharing personal experiences with Satanic rituals to posting cosplay pictures of people dressed in robes and tunics. It also contained videos of topless women with masks and pointed hats chanting in a strange language while tapping a wooden table with sticks. “Must be a weird, erotic ASMR parody,” Jordan thought.
The site had an online marketplace similar to eBay except that everything was related to the Occult. Not surprisingly, they only accepted payment in bitcoin. The listings were so obviously fake that it made Jordan burst out laughing: dragon teeth, unicorn horns, mummy dust, 2000-year-old-scrolls, magic wands, cauldrons, and thousands of other overpriced Halloween novelties. Actually, overpriced was the wrong word. All of these were things were, frankly, scams. Jordan couldn’t find a single item that didn’t cost more than five times his annual income. “They’re just looking for a sucker,” thought Jordan.
He clicked on the “sort-by-least-expensive” button. The item at the top of the list caught his eye because it only cost the bitcoin equivalent of about one dollar. It was a picture of a metal coin with what looked like a plus sign etched on one side and a minus sign on the other.
*Cross and Pile Coin* This ancient coin contains the power to unlock the gates of Heaven and experience ultimate bliss. Click here for details.
“Ultimate bliss, huh?” Jordan clicked on it.
A video of a young, blonde woman in an angel costume appeared on the screen. The costume included a set of small, costume angel wings on her back, a headband-mounted plastic halo on her head, and a tight, white leotard that pushed her breasts up into an impressive display of cleavage. She seductively unzipped the front of her leotard and revealed her large, perky breasts. The woman smiled and winked, then walked toward the camera to let the viewer get a close look of her naked torso.
Jordan was glued to the screen. His cock started bulging in his pants.
The video ended and the screen displayed the details page for the product.
*Cross and Pile Coin*
Category: SEX RELIC
-handcrafted by occult monks in the 14th century
-cast from the metal gathered from the remains of the armaments that fell to the Earth from the War in Heaven
-1 coin flip per day
“It must be a kind of marketing gimmick,” thought Jordan. “They priced it really low so that anyone could buy it.” Jordan clicked Add-to-Cart. A message popped up:
DISCLAIMER
*Transfering ownership of this item requires the purchaser to acknowledge an understanding of the magical rules that the govern the item. These rules are:
1. If the coin lands with the cross facing up, then the owner will experience an hour of heavenly bliss.
2. If the coin lands on the “pile” side (indicated by the horizontal line), then the owner will be visited by an unholy being that will not depart until its lust has been satisfied.
3. The coin can only be flipped once per day. If the owner chooses not to flip the coin throughout the day, it will flip itself at the meridian between sunset and sunrise.
4. The coin cannot be discarded or destroyed.
5. Ownership can only be transferred to an informed, willing buyer.
Jordan paused for a moment, then laughed. “This is hilarious!” he said out loud. “Whoever made this up should have his own stand-up comedy show on Netflix.”
Jordan entered his bitcoin payment information, then clicked on the Check Out button. He wanted to own the coin just for the novelty of it. It was going to be so funny to flip the coin and pretend to be visited by a demonic entity.
Another disclaimer popped up that made Jordan laugh.
*This item can only be purchased if you actually belief that its magic is real. Click here to confirm.
Jordan burst out laughing again and clicked Confirm. Another message appeared.
*Stop laughing. This is serious. This coin really does have the power to take you to heaven or to bring hell to you.
He chuckled again and clicked Confirm.
*Pull yourself together, Mr. Everest. We’re talking about giving you a chance to make love with angels.
Jordan paused. An eerie feeling crept over him. “How did they…?” The Dark Net was supposed to be secure. He never put his real name online.
A flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He was terrified at first, then curious, then excited. Deep inside Jordan’s heart he had always believed in magic. Now, he was genuinely facing it.
Jordan stood up from his bed and buried his face into his hands. He paced around the room, trying to think of his next move. He had never had sex in his life. What would it be like to fuck an angel? Was it worth the risk?
“No, it’s not,” he thought to himself. “I could accidentally a demon. That can’t be good.”
He looked at the shelves of adult tapes. He was a forty-two-year-old-man and the closest he had ever been to making love to a woman was watching her on a screen. Would he ever get a chance?
“Probably not,” he said to himself.
He walked back to the laptop next to the bed. An GIF of the woman in the angel costume was on the screen.
He clicked Confirm.
The all of the electric devices in the apartment flickered for a moment. There was a knock at the door. Jordan opened it slowly.
The sun was coming up. There was a package on the doorstep about the size of a toaster made of black cardboard. There was no shipping label.
Jordan looked to his left and right down the hallway. It was totally empty.
He picked up the package and pulled off the top lid. There was a dark gray foam insert inside that filled most of the inside of the box. A coin the size of a dime was laying inside a cutout in the foam.
Jordan carefully picked up the coin and dropped the box. It looked just like it did in the photo–a plus sign on one side, minus sign on the other.
He stepped inside and locked the door. He had the urge to flip the coin right then, but then stopped. He didn’t want to meet an angel looking like this. He carefully set the coin down on a table so that he could clean himself up. He showered, shaved his face, and put on deodorant. Then, he put on his best set of clothes–a pair of khaki slacks and a blue polo shirt that he had from when he worked at the electronics store five years ago. Now, he was ready.
He flipped the coin and it made a TWING sound like a cheap bell. It seemed to fly through the air in slow motion. It bounced when it hit the table, then bounced again, then spun until it stopped.
“Cross!” said Jordan. “It’s cross-side up.”
The room filled with light. The whole ceiling had disappeared and Jordan could see into a bright sky filled with clouds. A golden speck pierced through one of the clouds, then grew bigger as it fell towards Jordan. It was an angel with magnificent white wings that stretched twenty feet across. She was wearing what looked like a toga with a short skirt and she had long golden hair that fluttered freely in the wind behind her. She glided slowly downward until Jordan could she that her robe was lifting up in the wind, revealing a pair of silver-colored thong panties.
She landed softly in Jordan’s apartment, knocking over some empty soda cans. She was six inches taller than Jordan and her arms, legs, and shoulder muscles were thin and toned. She held a flaming torch on one hand.
“I am Gabriel,” she said. “I’ve come to take you to Heaven with me. This torch will burn for exactly one hour. When it goes out you must return.”
She grabbed Jordan’s hand and he instantly felt weightless, like an astronaut floating in a space station. She pulled him upward at the speed of an airplane. Jordan felt like his clothes would rip off from the force of the wind.
They flew through a cloud, then arrived in a large, circular courtyard. The floor was paved in gold bricks. There were buildings all around that were decorated with Roman columns. A large fountain was in the middle of the courtyard that shot an upward spray of bright, golden water. And there were dozens of angelic women around him wearing the same mini-skirt toga that Gabriel was wearing. Gabriel’s wings seem to have disappeared. None of these other women had wings either.
He noticed that his body felt different. His clothes were baggy and his pants were too short. Coming to Heaven must have transformed his body! He probably lost eighty pounds of fat and gained thirty pounds of muscle. And, he was pretty sure that he was six inches taller than before. Gabriel used to tower over him, but now he stood eye to eye with her.
Jordan’s arrival caught the attention of all of the women in the courtyard and they quickly and eagerly gathered around him. More women were pouring out of the buildings to see what was going on. Gabriel inserted the torch into some kind of brass holder next to the fountain.
“Oh, a man is here!” an African angel whispered to another, loud enough for Jordan to hear.
“Ah, I wish he would do me,” said an Asain angel. “I could make him cum in just a mintue.”
“I would only need fifteen seconds,” said an angel with Middle Eastern, olive-colored skin.
Gabriel spoke again with a voice that sounded as if she were speaking over a microphone. “Seriphs, our time is limited. This is Jordan. Let him choose among all of you an angel with whom he will pair.”
Jordan surveyed the crowd. There must have been more than a hundred women, and each one looked like a swimsuit model. Each of them was biting their lips in anticipation of Jordan’s decision.
A tall woman to his right with light brown skin and curly black hair touched his shoulder gently. Jordan turned to her and their eyes locked. The woman gasped. He leaned closer to her, but he did so stiffly and awkwardly. The angel wasn’t turned off by his awkwardness. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his cheek. Her face glided against his until her lips were close enough for him to feel her breath. Her long hair draped over her shoulders and smelled like vanilla.
Jordan’s hands were at his side, frozen with fear. She grabbed his hands and guided them up to her breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them through her toga. She kissed him softly on the lips.
“Our visitor has chosen the archangel Ariel to be his first.” A chorus of whispers spread through the crowd.
It was the first time that Jordan had touched a woman’s breasts. It fact, it was the first time he had ever kissed a woman. Both experiences were exhilarating! Her lips and tongue entertained him in a way that sent warm shivers throughout his body. Her breasts felt different than he imagined a woman’s breasts would feel. They weren’t like a pillow or a water balloon. They were firm, yet tender. And her body was so warm, and she was glowing! This woman wasn’t an illusion. She was a living being–more alive than anything on Earth.
Ariel slipped her toga off her shoulders, which fell to the floor. She had the body of a eighteen-year-old. Her legs and arms were long and skinny and showed off her toned muscles. Her abs rippled slightly. Her breasts were bulbous with cute brown nipples with prominent tips. The other angels touched Jordan’s clothes and the fabric vaporized into a cool cloud of mist. He embraced Ariel skin-to-skin. His erect penis slid in between her legs and she squeezed it slightly.
All of the angels started singing a soft song with an upbeat tempo. Ariel lifted one leg and wrapped it around Jordan’s body, pressing her pussy against his cock. She hugged him tightly and pressed her breasts against his chest while she made out with him. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her closer, which made his cock feel even better against the pressure of her body.
Jordan felt something lift him up from behind. It was a cloud! A bed was forming out of the clouds that was firm enough for him to lay on. It swept him and Ariel off their feet and soon Jordan was lying on his back with Ariel crawling on top of him.
Her breasts hung right before his eyes. He kissed them, first the right one, then the left. Then, he licked his lips and started sucking on the right one, moving in slow circles.
Ariel and all of the other angels started moaning. Ariel reached her hand down, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy. Jordan braced himself for the moment he would lose his virginity.
The cock slid into her like a candle dipping into hot wax. The warmth and pressure of hus cock inside her pussy was the best feeling that Jordan ever felt in his life. She sat upright and started bouncing on him gently. Her breasts bounced like they were drums keeping the beat of a sexual march.
Another angel laid next to Jordan and started kissing him. Other angels joined in. One rubbed his right nipple in circles while another rubbed his left. Another two angels massaged his hands and forearms. Ariel increased her rhythm to a fast twerk. Jordan’s cock felt wider and longer than it had ever been before. Ariel thrusted him in long strokes and drove his cock deeper into her. Her pussy was dripping with warm fluid that was turning to cream with every stoke.
“Let it go!” screamed Ariel. “Fill me with your seed!”
Jordan felt a moment where it seemed like time stopped. A warm tingle started in his cock, then spread outward to the rest of his body. Then, his cock erupted like a volcano with explosions after explosions of cum, pumping deeply into Ariel’s warm pussy. She squeezed her pussy gently so that it felt like his shaft was being massaged by a firm set of smooth hands.
She lifted herself off of him and a gush of cum fell out. All the angels gasped and cheered. Two angels starting licking and sucking the cum from Jordan’s body–one from his cock and one from his abdomen and his balls.
“Seriphs, organize yourselves!” commanded Gabriel. The courtyard filled with hundreds cloud beds and each of the angels laid on one of them. Gabriel pointed to one of the beds and indicated that Jordan should lay with the angel on that one.
He protested, “But, I don’t know if I can do it again so quickly after…”
“…This is Heaven, Jordan,” said Gabriel. “There is no limit to pleasure here.”
The angel was a woman with chocolate-colored skin, lying on her back with her legs outstretched. Her breasts were much larger than Ariel’s and they spread out like mounds of joy on her slender torso. Jordan climbed on top of her and put his cock into her welcoming pussy. The same feeling of ecstasy that he had with Ariel overcame him again. The black angel moaned as he pounded her back and forth. All of the angels chanted at him to go faster. Surprisingly, he climaxed within only a few seconds, his cock erupting with just as much cum as he had last time.
Gabriel prompted him to the next bed where an pale woman with bright red, frizzy hair and large pink nipples was laying on her side. Jordan fucked her doggy-style and caressed her back and her ass. After only a minute, he came inside her also with a rapturous orgasm. All of Heaven erupted into applause. A full cup of cum must have gushed out of her pink pussy when he pulled out of her.
Jordan continued going from bed to bed, fucking each one of the angels. His orgasms never diminished in intensity and he appeared to have no refractory period. Each time he fucked one of them, it felt as pleasurable and intense as if he were having sex for the first time in weeks.
After cumming inside about twenty girls, he looked up and saw that the flame on the torch was becoming dim. “But there must be a hundred more of them,” thought Jordan.
Gabriel spoke in her booming voice. “Your time has come. You will copulate with one last divine being and your hour of bliss will end.”
Gabriel appeared before him. She was totally naked with an hourglass figure that reminded him of a Renaissance painting. She had the most plump, yet perky breasts out of any of the angels he had seen so far. The archangel hugged him around his chest, pressing those tender breasts against him. White, feathery wings grew out if her back and she flew into the air, carrying Jordan with her.
They flew softly through the air this time. Jordan felt weightless. The wind was warm. Gabriel kissed him passionately, which surprised him because he had thought that, as the leader of the angels, Gabriel was “off limits”. Apparently not. She wrapped both legs around him and slid his cock into her cunt. Instead of thrusting him, she beat her wings to rock them forward and backward in the air. Each time they swung forward and backward, Jordan’s cock slid in and out of Gabriel’s tight pussy. She ran her hands up and down his back while he gently grasped the base of her wings for support. At last, he climaxed in a crescendo of joy. It stronger than any orgasm he had felt with any of the other angels. His cock swelled and trembled within her warm, dripping-wet pussy. Amazingly, the sensation didn’t stop for at least three minutes and his cock continued to pump cum into her the whole time.
Jordan opened his eyes. He was lying in his dusty bed in his dim, cluttered apartment. He felt his abdomen. “Fat again,” he thought.
He decided to not go to work that day. He didn’t care if he got fired. Not only had he finally lost his virginity, but he had experienced a level of sexuality beyond anything that most mortal men will ever experience. He needed some time to let it sink in.
He laid on the bed in silence for hours. He ate nothing and did nothing but think about what he had seen and done.
At some point he fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the evening. He finally got out of bed and warmed up some frozen burritos in the microwave to eat. As he sat at his kitchen table, he noticed a shiny object.
“The coin!” Jordan picked it up quickly.
His immediate thought was to flip it so that he could go back to Heaven again. But, then he remembered that he could only flip it once per day. It was 9 o’clock. He could do it again in three hours.
He stared at the coin and his eyes welled up with tears. He was so grateful for this magic coin! He had finally had sex, (amazing sex!) after waiting so long, and it was liberating! He felt like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders–like he had been dying inside but now he was off life support and he could breathe on his own again.
He flipped the coin over in his fingers and looked at the backside. It was a single, straight line. The Pile! Jordan remembered what would happen if the coined landed with the “pile-side” up–a demon would visit him and wouldn’t leave until it had “satisfied its lust”.
Jordan paused. A great fear came over him. What would it be like to have a demon visit him? What would it take to satisfy a demon’s lust? He began to think that he should get rid of the coin. Maybe he could just sell it to someone else on that witchcraft website? There was time. The internet was a big place. Maybe he could even make some money off of it?
Jordan thought of all of the angels that he had slept with. Their bodies were so beautiful and bright. He remembered how they had fawned over him. They adored him! He remembered the hundreds of other women there that he had not slept with. They must be disappointed that he left.
“No,” he thought. “I have to flip it again. Any risk is worth it to have a chance to return to that place.”
He waited for three hours, watching the clock. To pass the time, he cleaned his entire apartment, picking up all the trash, vacuuming the floor, and putting his dirty clothes in a hamper to wash tomorrow. He even packed up all his pornographic VHS tapes in a box and threw it in the dumpster behind the apartment complex.
At 11:45, he showered, but did not put his clothes on again. He wanted to be “all natural” and ready for Gabriel this time. When his clock turned to 12:00, he took a deep breath and flipped the coin.
It sommersaulted through the air in slow motion. Jordan held his breath. It landed on the kitchen counter and bounced across the room. It hit the refrigerator and fell to the floor, ringing eerily as it bounced across the room and went under the table.
Jordan got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the table, looking for the coin. He couldn’t find it. He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and noticed a glimmer on the floor against the wall. Without touching it, he crawled closer to it until his face was only twelve inches away.
On the face of the coin, he saw a thin, horizontal line. Cancorous laughter echoed through his apartment.
…Now you can see that Jordan’s lust had finally been satisfied it a way that defied even his wildest dreams. But, in so doing, Jordan had encountered a dilemma that has boggled the minds of the wisest sages for centuries. How much was too much a price to pay to reach your dreams? For though Jordan Everest had learned what it was like to finally sate his own lust, he would soon learn what it would take to sate the lust of another deprived entity. And thus, Jordan began a cycle of extreme pleasure and extreme pain, a cycle which is almost impossible to break, and the depths of which can only be experienced in…
…the Sexlight Zone…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y30h8z/the_sexlight_zone_episode_1_a_chance_for_heaven