The Ti[m]e I was a [F]ull Blown Demon

This all happened a few years ago. I was working as an actor at a prestigious haunted house. By “prestigious” I don’t mean we played snooty ghosts, I mean we had a hell of a budget. Costumes, props, sets, make-up artists, everything was top of the line.

One night I was placed in a new role. This particular role required a very intricate getup. I needed to wear a silicone demon mask. This thing was intense as hell. Fiery red, horns, and it extended to include my neck and a little of my shoulders. There were also gloves made of the same weird-smelling material that went all the way past my elbows. They were these really cool looking claws. They were, however, totally impractical. They extended far beyond my actual fingers, and while they looked very solid, they were actually very flimsy. They couldn’t grasp for dick. They needed a lot of help going on and were going to need even more getting off.

So I get suited up, looking like Hellboy’s less buff brother, and go to my supervisor to ask where I need to go. Now I may have been dressed for hell, but this woman was HOT. She was a natural beauty, and her blonde, pageboy haircut perfectly framed her features. She had a runner’s build; thin, small chest, but this impossibly perky ass that was always in yoga pants.

The Great Outdoors [MF]

A few months since I’d become FWB with a particularly energetic young beauty, we were blessed with an especially fine summer day. She called me up and we went for a long drive (a long drive for a city-boy like me, but in retrospect it was probably only a half hour) to a lake. It was a weekday so it wasn’t particularly crowded, but a handful of families were out, swimming. I personally do not trust open bodies of water (things live in there, guys), so I laid on the beach, soaking up the sun with my shirt off. She (Jane) splashed around for a bit. This is the kind of woman who could have cleavage in a turtle-neck. Today she was in a one-piece all black swimsuit. She drew quite a few eyes as she got wet in the lake.

When she had enough she came back to shore and I suggested she get dried off and we go for a hike on one of the many trails leading out from the lake. The bathrooms/changing rooms were in a squat, concrete building just behind the beach line. She went into a family stall and I followed her. I didn’t wait for her to even start drying. I wanted her wet anyways. I pushed her up against the wooden door surprising her a little from the suddenness if it. I kissed her hard as I undid her swimsuit, exposing first her perfect 38 DD breasts that I craved, then her freshly shaved bare pussy.

The s[m]allest taste of [f]ame

Back in my early 20’s I was the most minor bit of celebrity. I cannot stress enough how minor. We’re talking starring in some moderately popular YouTube videos with more local flavor than general appeal. Besides getting a couple recognitions on the street, I never gave it much thought. Then one day I get a Facebook message.

I don’t know the woman, but I know of her. She was a friend of a friend, and we were technically Facebook friends. I added her a short time before for some reason. That reason may or may not have been influenced by how ridiculously hot she was. Long hair changing colors in the extreme from pic to pic. Thin framed glasses over a pair of bright blue eyes within a pale smooth face. If you looked up “bookish” in a pictionary, you’d see her there. And that was just chin up. Just below the neck was the kind of chest that you’d notice even if you were driving by. Massive cleavage shown through everything she wore.