Tom’s parallel world
Tom’s parallel world
Sex Story Author: | Nellymcboatface |
Sex Story Excerpt: | She was shaped like a cat, must be some form of brilliant cat costume he thought, to try |
Sex Story Category: | Fantasy |
Sex Story Tags: | Science-Fiction |
Tom, eye’s shut, slowly came to his senses. His head hurt, badly…
What The Fuck happened ?, he tried to remember events, the wind blew up quick, the howling driving rain, the tent flapping in the wind.
Yesterday he had walked along the cliff top, like many other nights he found a great spot, just off the coastal path, away from the cliff’s edge. He had Pitched his small tent, one of the few things he actually got out of his failed relationship with that bitch.. she had screwed him over BIG time… he had nothing to his name except what was in his rucksack… thank goodness he had avoided a shared bank account, although she had begged him to share his money, after all “he worked for her father.” She had argued many times.
So when she got bored and preferred his best mate, he had no idea of how long he had been deceived, but once he caught them, it had deteriorated fast, he lost their apartment (no need for it to be in both our names, she had also said…), lost his job and there was no way he was going to return to living with his parents..
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He had only meant to walk for a few days, to clear his head. That was weeks ago, he found the peace and tranquility rewarding, no pressure, no nagging. Once he had reached the coast, he decided to follow it, Wild camping, with the odd night in a camp site, to shower and shave.
He had met a few other walkers along the way, the one pair of gorgeous female students, was promising, but they preferred each other.
He opened one eye, seeing the tent had collapsed around him. Bright sunlight was promising, so he opened the other, y’up tent down. He lifted his arms, to raise the tent enough to find the zip, then tried to crawl over.
“Whaaaat…?” he definitely wasn’t on hard ground, the floor of the tent wasn;t supporting his weight on either arm or elbow. He reached the zip, opened up and sort of more fell out, than crawled out. Into a bush.. A small fight with thorns and branches had him stood in a thicket of bushes, tent perched on the top.. “Whaaaaat ?” he thought again… Where was the clearing from last night ?… that wind must have blown the tent clear off the ground…
With his head banging, he must have hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should be a cliff path, but it wasn’t, there was the cliff edge, but not the path that was there last night.
He unraveled his ball of tent on a wide flat spot, emptied his belongings out. Ate what was left of the scraps he had, crisps and cheese and some of the water. Slowly packed everything into his rucksack and gathered his thoughts. The day looked promising, just like yesterday, the sunset was a beauty, early spring, so one to enjoy with the promise of more to come over summer.
The sea looked calm, no wind and some clouds in the sky but nothing to hint at the storm overnight last night. Whilst definitely the same view, things didn’t look or feel quite the same, Tom put that down to his headache. Oh well, there is a cove a mile or two up ahead, with a village and pub, he’ll feel better after some pub grub.
Tom walked on, rucksack on, hoping the fresh air would clear his head a little, came to a spur of land and a breeze brought a sweet aroma to his nose, just a hint, what could smell that nice, not overpowering but encouraged him round the bend in the path. Feeling a little light headed, he saw cottages close by, edging the cliff, with the cove extending out beyond, tucking inshore to a few houses and a beach. Then the land curved around and turned back out to sea. Creating a picture perfect view, very twee, so rural, almost biscuit tin lid perfect.
As he walked, now downhill slightly, he smelt the sweet aroma again, stronger now almost intoxicating, he could see a body stretched out in front of one of the cottages, maybe that was the source of the nectar, he thought. As he got closer, the body stretched out over the lawn sunbathing, became more defined, even though it was laying facing away downhill, the body curved like no other, legs tucked up underneath, arms outstretched in front, head resting on arms… lovely curves down the spine, arching to a beautifully rounded arse, smooth and blending, Tom felt his blood rising, his head throbbed, as now did his penis… he was transfixed as he walked closer.
His vision was blurring slightly, feeling somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but as he walked on, feeling as if a magnet were pulling him forwards, blinking, the blurring eased and he realised the beauty sun bathing was naked, why not, with no one else around, well except for him, his blood rose and he had to scratch his balls and adjust his crotch to allow his penis to extend, rather than being trapped, double up in his grubby under wear.
The shape was gorgeous, the closer he got, the more he appreciated the beauty, the stronger the magnetic field felt and the more he wanted to dive in and celebrate this beauty. It looked to be his height, curves showing a slim torso, which gave away it’s breathing, swelled and relaxed, then a tail flicked from hiding behind it’s one side to the other – A TAIL !!
” What ?” Tom stopped short and gasped . The body’s head immediately turned upon hearing him, sitting up, getting up onto arms, the top half of the torso rotated round, showing it to be a beautiful female form, with a pair of wonderfully rounded breasts curved in front of her.
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