1. Qarinah


    Date: 9/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Gothic, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Author: TiberiusKirk, Source: sexstories.com

    Qarinah (قرينة) A succubus story By: Ralph McPherson With help editing by: Clyde McEscher It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars. The high priced lingerie shops and Apple store were not even a glimpse in their designer’s eyes. There was a slight chill to the air. I was out for a late night walk. I often did this when my mind was troubled, or I was bored, or I just needed to clear my head. I found myself standing in front of a bar on 12th Street between 9th and Washington. I had never noticed this place before and before I realized what I was doing, I wandered in. It was a real dive and almost empty save a few sad sacks that looked worse off than I was. It was over between my girl and me. We had all kinds of plans but they never seemed to get off the ground. Maybe if I got off my ass and finished my degree or if I concentrated on my art or my writing, or if I would have just gotten a stable 9 to 5 we would have had a chance. Her friends were always whispering in her ear about how I was not good enough for her or how great sex was not the basis for a real relationship. I had purchased a ring but was never man enough to give it to her. In the end she just said “I hope you get what you deserve.” So there I was, sitting at the bar with a glass of cheap whiskey. I caught a glimpse of the bottle the bartender poured from. It said “Military Special.” It was awful but when the glass was empty I asked ...
    for another. After my third, I stumbled off to the restroom. I unzipped my fly and pulled my penis out from its hiding place. It looked annoyed to be disturbed from its slumber. I had to steady myself. I could not attend to myself as I normally would. I positioned myself above the bowl and decided to let gravity do the work. Suffice it to say that the toilet lid was damper and more yellow than it was before. I went to the sink and let some water splash on my hands and quickly rubbed them against my jeans. As I headed back to my perch on the bar I noticed a woman in a dark corner. She was the only woman in the bar but I hadn’t seen her there before. She looked as if she had been there all night. There were several empty glasses on the high round table that she was leaning on. In her right hand was a glass with a dark liquid and the smudge of lipstick on the rim. In her left hand was a half-smoked cigarette (you could smoke in bars in the ‘90s). She held a disinterested pose that said don’t you try it, you can’t handle this. She looked as if she had been waiting a long time, but for what? As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I surveyed her more closely. She was tall and with the heels she was wearing, easily taller than me. Her skin was a caramel color with long wavy black hair that kissed her back. Her eyes were almost black and almond shaped with a thick layer of eyeliner that I just cannot resist. Her lips were broad with a dark rust colored lipstick. Her cheekbones accentuated ...
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