I wrote a few of these up today. Hope to find intriguing partners to write with. I'm also very open to hear others ideas and fantasies.
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Attention is money. That's what bartending has taught me. The more attention, the more alcohol, the more money. It's a self propelled money making machine. My boobs, plus your eyes and a generous helping of alcohol equals ATM.
Working right next door to a college campus certainly helps. Every drunk frat boy who struck out ends up drooling over my low cut tops and sparkling personality. It was good gig, the best money I've ever made really.
Until you showed up. Boss man says spring break is coming, we're going to be swarmed and we'll need more help. Fair enough, totally cool. I'm sure whoever he hires, they wouldn't upset the status quo. Might even be a guy, which would be great. I'd have him trained in no time. But none of that happened. Because it was you.
For the first time in my life I'm seeing eyes on someone else. I'm hearing my regulars call out your name, some flavor of the week looking all shiny and new. The worst part is you fucking love it. You know exactly what you're doing and how much it pisses me off. I wear fishnets? You come back from break wearing fishnets. My top is missing a button? Suddenly yours doesn't have any left.
Every chance you get, you're trying to one up me or act like you some how even compare? It stops being about the tips, the attention. It doesn't feel like just a job anymore. It feels like someone is personally attacking me, trying to ruin my life. Trying to erase me from everyone's mind and replace me. Well, you egotistical bitch. Let's play.
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We'd been friends for years. Ever since we were kids actually, our first year of high school. We met through a mutual friend, a boy we both ended up dating at different times. That's what started our *chats*. About kissing. About being with him, the things we tried. What he liked. What we liked. It turned into long nights on video call, touching ourselves. Enjoying our bodies, exploring our sexuality. One night that changed with a simple question. I don't even remember who asked it that first time.
"How hot am I getting you?"
"No, I'm getting you hot, I can tell."
"No way, I can hear how wet you are."
"That's your pussy, because you're so worked up."
"Tell me...say...say I'm hotter..."
"Come on...you have to say it..."
After that we discovered so many new things. Including addiction. Addiction to being hotter. Being in control of each other's body and mind. Proving who was more developed, sexy and just better. Arguing, kissing hard, rolling on top of each other every night. Fighting for control. Fighting to get each other off the most, to humiliate. To dominate. It consumed our lives to the point our parents separated us. Never really aware of what we did to each other, but realizing how toxic we were for each other.
After becoming grown, moving on, starting lives. We stayed in touch on social media. Never really brought up the old times. Talked about our families, our careers, our relationships. That was what stirred our memories I think.
"Remember when...?"
"Remember how we...?"
"Oh god were we really that bad?"
"I haven't had sex like that in so long. Haven't felt that good...in forever."
"Nothing ever matched that intensity, not even close."
Old memories, old flames sparking back up. We had everything someone could want at this point. Stay at home wives. Two beautiful children. Peace, quiet and happiness. So why were we on the phone, late at night? Why did I open a picture on Snapchat, to see your breasts milky and bare? Why did I get a chill, as I removed my top, pinched my perky pink tips and sent you a picture right back? Why would we throw it all away, to end up where we are now?
Divorced. Living off our exes alimony and support. Houses literally across the street from each other. Spending every waking moment alone focused intently on our mutually abusive sexual relationship. It was like we were making up for lost time. As bad as we were back in school, we were so much worse now. Bruised, visible bite marks, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. Yet somehow happier than we ever were. Owning our perversions behind closed doors while maintaining the courageous single, do it all by ourselves motherly images on the outside.
However like with every addiction, things could only escalate. How far might we go in pursuit of this ultimate high?
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The two kingdoms finally lay down their arms, peace being declared all over the land. A sign from their gods had shown them a great unification was taking place. Indeed, their holy icons had become betrothed. All violence was to be ended, all wrongs righted and the kingdoms forever joined.
And so a great pilgrimage is planned. Two young priestesses from the formerly rival religions are chosen. They will take a carriage all throughout the lands, visiting many holy sites and nobles. They will spread the good word and news of their lands unification. A peaceful demonstration of unity and healing, meant to bring everyone together after years of cruel bloodshed.
However these priestesses are not so quick to forgive or forget. Raised all their lives to hate and mistrust the other side, they only have cold stares for their future travel partner. The two young women have been sheltered from the worst of things, while also being denied all forms of temptation. The only strong feeling they were ever allowed was contempt and righteous arrogance. The thought that they alone were in the right and their enemies were lower than slaves. The two of them simply could not accept what was happening.
Years of pent up misguided anger and judgement. Years of being denied their curiosity, their sensuality and sense of womanhood. Leads to an explosion of emotion and sensation. Every stop, every night in their carriage, every camping spot. Every bath house, every temple. Everywhere they can, they defile the one they were raised to hate. They use their privacy and pilgrimage to explore every corner of themselves they have long been denied, their hatred the perfect excuse to act.
They have one singular goal. End this pilgrimage with one of them broken and in her place. And the other satisfied that her mind, body and faith were better in every way they've always been told.
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It was something that started as a rumor online. You could catch mentions of it on Reddit or TikTok. People were calling it "echo caller" and "double speak".
The story was, that someone gets a call late at night, from their own number. Answering it, both people say the exact same thing. Usually a groggy hello, or confused grunt. From identical voices. This is followed up by a second call the next night, both voices in unison telling the other to quit playing games. The third night goes much the same, but the two callers start to speak differently. Instead of copying one another, they sound like two separate people with the same voice.
Usually the third night is exasperated arguing and accusations. Back and forth until both callers are red faced and exhausted. After that, the person receiving the call goes missing. Some disappear for one single night. Others for a week or longer. Some have never returned, or so the rumors say.
What the rumors don't know, is that the two people on the call are pulled into a shared space. The universe has played a cruel trick, making two separate but equal versions of a person and forcing them to face off over their identity.
A desperate conflict breaks out between them. They are locked into their home or bedroom. Doors open to inescapable nothingness. There is only one way out. And that is for one to claim their shared identity for themselves. Whatever force compels this meeting no doubt watches from some liminal space, eager to see two souls entangle for the right to exist.
Two broken minds twisted by an otherworldly desire, collide body to body. Ego to ego. Heart to heart. To determine which has the right to resume their life and which will be left behind in their sealed space to never return. The two compare, compete and argue for as long as it takes for one to extinguish the other.
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Thank you for taking the time to read all these.
