Frigid Meat
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,094
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The Hunky-Hunk
Here’s Chapter Two! Brought to you by the second member of the team, Raidren. I’m Ren (I wrote the first chapter and edited this one =D) Enjoy…
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Brad scanned the crowd in the Flaming sword, not quite sure if he was in the right place. Yet in spite of being dumped by his ex-boyfriend; here he was feeling as though it would have been better to give women another chance. He sighed knowing the Flaming Sword wasn’t exactly the best place to start. However upon examining the club a second time, his eyes gradually settled on an odd figure in the room: a woman. He smirked and whispered under his breath “Bingo” and promptly began to slink through the crowd.
As he came up behind her he eyed her lovely red hair and curvy petite frame, he took quick notice of her evident fascination with the penis wall décor that was the Flaming sword. Brad couldn’t help smiling to himself as he over heard her muttering nonchalantly “Damn, I need to get me one of those…” he smirked and was only too quick to reply with “I would be happy to oblige you madam”. The startled woman turned around to look at him with a radiant pair of emerald eyes. “Why is he talking to me?” He heard.
As if just realizing what she said the woman quickly clasped her hand over her mouth embarrassed spilling her drink. “My god! I’m so sorry!” She started swiping at his shirt ineffectively with her hand. Surprised, he stood still for a moment, feeling the margarita seep through his shirt. It had been a long time since he had met someone who was this open and that was saying a lot. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, enjoying the feel of her warm hand through his shirt. “Now that we’re both wet and sticky, we should probably introduce ourselves… I’m Brad… Dr. Brad Hunky-Hunk.” He infused as much innuendo into that one sentence as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice his ridiculous last name.
The woman looked at him shocked and confused “Wait… Hunky-Hunk?” Brad nodded, sighing inwardly since she did notice his name. “Well… I’m uhh… I’m Veri FatandSassy.”
Brad treated himself to another leisurely view of her body, not sure if fat was the word to describe her. Delicious, yes. Voluptuous, definitely. “Well, I agree that you are quite curvy. Very Marilyn Monroe like in fact. I wouldn’t know about the sassy part just yet, but that red hair and green eyes definitely hint at it.”
“Actually, my name is Veronica, but everyone calls me Veri. Also… aren’t you gay?”
Brad blinked startled at her forward question, and then laughed. After all it wasn’t everyday that a girl gets picked up in a gay club. “Well you don’t have to be gay to go to a club” he said, but noticed that she wasn’t paying attention. In fact, she seemed to be staring hungrily at his lips. Smirking he said "I was just saying that you don\'t have to be gay to be in this club. I\'m assuming you\'re not lesbian are you? I mean, you were staring at those penises quite... voraciously." ‘And if I have it my way, you’ll be worshipping my tool in a similar manner’ Brad mused, hardening at the thought.
Brad was so caught up in his fantasies that when he heard "Yes, I love penises!" he almost blurted out that he loved penises too. Thankfully, Veri appeared quite embarrassed at her outburst, and quickly followed up with "I mean uhh... no, I\'m not lesbian. I\'m just accompanying a friend here. Galen." She continued to blather on, describing her friend. Brad listened intently. It was becoming glaringly obvious that she was in fact fairly intoxicated. He smiled after all it was rather fascinating I mean they do say that alcohol amplifies your personality. "Err... he\'s wearing that white shirt and black vest. He looks so good! I sometimes wish I had his fashion sense. He actually dressed me tonight! If it were me, I\'d come in sweats but nooooo, Galen just had to dig through my closet for something..."
Brad slowly eyed her petite frame from head to toe, imagining the pleasure of dressing her… and then slowly undressing her… with his teeth. “Well, I congratulate your friend on excellent taste. You look delicious.” Brad shifted, trying subtly to adjust his black leather pants while paying attention to Veri’s antics. She was now showing off her red boots, which were amazingly sexy and did great things for her calves. Brad was staring intently at her legs, trying to imagine her naked when Veri tilted backwards and ended up on her bum on the floor, legs spread in an inviting fashion. ‘Shit Brad, she’s drunk, not inviting you for sex. Down boy, down!’
With these silent warnings to himself, Brad kneeled next to her wondering what to do next, as she was definitely border line incapacitated. Eyeing her in careful manner he said “Seems to me there was plenty of alcohol in that margarita. Here, let me help you up.” He tentatively slid one arm around her waist, and looped one arm around his shoulders and hauled her to her feet. “C’mon steady now...” he said as she staggered against him and giggled. Although he enjoyed the feel of her lush body, he didn’t want to scare her off, especially when she was so obviously drunk.
Brad seriously doubted those were “virgin” margaritas as she snuggled close to him. As he looked up he noticed the blond fellow that she had pointed to earlier quickly pulling her away. “Veri, are you alright? What did you drink?” the man exclaimed. After wrangling with her for a few seconds the man turned around and looked at Brad caustically “Thanks for helping her up, but I think I’ll take her home now.” And with that he hurriedly whisked the woman out of the clubbing leaving Brad at a loss for words. ‘Wait, I didn’t even get her number! And I’m still covered in margarita with a hard on that’d scare a stallion…” Sighing, Brad decided that he would look up Ms. FatandSassy when he got home. After all, how many FatandSassys could there be here in Climax, Colorado [A/N yes, this is an actual city].
With his mind made up, Brad dejectedly headed out to his Ferrari F430, and grimaced. It truly was ugly after his moms had gotten to it. When his three mothers had found out that he’d bought a Ferrari, a stereotypical male symbol of male virility, they had snuck into his garage one night and painted it tie dye colors. And he couldn’t return it because he knew that they would do the same to any car he got. It’s not like he didn’t have gay pride, since he could be very flamboyant when called for. But a tie dye car really did almost cross his limits. He sighed as he climbed into his now nicknamed “pride mobile”.
Arriving home, Brad still had lingering feelings for what he left at the club, he was restless and hankering for some action. He smiled weakly “Well, I guess it’s a night of fapping in the shower for me…” Brad bounded upstairs, ready to enjoy some pleasurable time in the shower.
Fatigue overcame him as he got to his room, and he was ready to hit the sack. He knew he had a full day at the clinic tomorrow, especially because someone had booked an appointment for fifty sick cats. Just imagining fifty yowling cats deflated his craving for shower antics, leaving him feeling disgruntled.
“Why did I become a vet? Why?” Lamenting, Brad fell into a deep foreboding sleep, haunted by curvy red heads that suddenly transformed into billions of cats hissing and attacking his family jewels.
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Yes, we did mean it when we said three mothers… Well, hope you liked it! Please review ^^
Ren & Raidren
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Brad scanned the crowd in the Flaming sword, not quite sure if he was in the right place. Yet in spite of being dumped by his ex-boyfriend; here he was feeling as though it would have been better to give women another chance. He sighed knowing the Flaming Sword wasn’t exactly the best place to start. However upon examining the club a second time, his eyes gradually settled on an odd figure in the room: a woman. He smirked and whispered under his breath “Bingo” and promptly began to slink through the crowd.
As he came up behind her he eyed her lovely red hair and curvy petite frame, he took quick notice of her evident fascination with the penis wall décor that was the Flaming sword. Brad couldn’t help smiling to himself as he over heard her muttering nonchalantly “Damn, I need to get me one of those…” he smirked and was only too quick to reply with “I would be happy to oblige you madam”. The startled woman turned around to look at him with a radiant pair of emerald eyes. “Why is he talking to me?” He heard.
As if just realizing what she said the woman quickly clasped her hand over her mouth embarrassed spilling her drink. “My god! I’m so sorry!” She started swiping at his shirt ineffectively with her hand. Surprised, he stood still for a moment, feeling the margarita seep through his shirt. It had been a long time since he had met someone who was this open and that was saying a lot. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, enjoying the feel of her warm hand through his shirt. “Now that we’re both wet and sticky, we should probably introduce ourselves… I’m Brad… Dr. Brad Hunky-Hunk.” He infused as much innuendo into that one sentence as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice his ridiculous last name.
The woman looked at him shocked and confused “Wait… Hunky-Hunk?” Brad nodded, sighing inwardly since she did notice his name. “Well… I’m uhh… I’m Veri FatandSassy.”
Brad treated himself to another leisurely view of her body, not sure if fat was the word to describe her. Delicious, yes. Voluptuous, definitely. “Well, I agree that you are quite curvy. Very Marilyn Monroe like in fact. I wouldn’t know about the sassy part just yet, but that red hair and green eyes definitely hint at it.”
“Actually, my name is Veronica, but everyone calls me Veri. Also… aren’t you gay?”
Brad blinked startled at her forward question, and then laughed. After all it wasn’t everyday that a girl gets picked up in a gay club. “Well you don’t have to be gay to go to a club” he said, but noticed that she wasn’t paying attention. In fact, she seemed to be staring hungrily at his lips. Smirking he said "I was just saying that you don\'t have to be gay to be in this club. I\'m assuming you\'re not lesbian are you? I mean, you were staring at those penises quite... voraciously." ‘And if I have it my way, you’ll be worshipping my tool in a similar manner’ Brad mused, hardening at the thought.
Brad was so caught up in his fantasies that when he heard "Yes, I love penises!" he almost blurted out that he loved penises too. Thankfully, Veri appeared quite embarrassed at her outburst, and quickly followed up with "I mean uhh... no, I\'m not lesbian. I\'m just accompanying a friend here. Galen." She continued to blather on, describing her friend. Brad listened intently. It was becoming glaringly obvious that she was in fact fairly intoxicated. He smiled after all it was rather fascinating I mean they do say that alcohol amplifies your personality. "Err... he\'s wearing that white shirt and black vest. He looks so good! I sometimes wish I had his fashion sense. He actually dressed me tonight! If it were me, I\'d come in sweats but nooooo, Galen just had to dig through my closet for something..."
Brad slowly eyed her petite frame from head to toe, imagining the pleasure of dressing her… and then slowly undressing her… with his teeth. “Well, I congratulate your friend on excellent taste. You look delicious.” Brad shifted, trying subtly to adjust his black leather pants while paying attention to Veri’s antics. She was now showing off her red boots, which were amazingly sexy and did great things for her calves. Brad was staring intently at her legs, trying to imagine her naked when Veri tilted backwards and ended up on her bum on the floor, legs spread in an inviting fashion. ‘Shit Brad, she’s drunk, not inviting you for sex. Down boy, down!’
With these silent warnings to himself, Brad kneeled next to her wondering what to do next, as she was definitely border line incapacitated. Eyeing her in careful manner he said “Seems to me there was plenty of alcohol in that margarita. Here, let me help you up.” He tentatively slid one arm around her waist, and looped one arm around his shoulders and hauled her to her feet. “C’mon steady now...” he said as she staggered against him and giggled. Although he enjoyed the feel of her lush body, he didn’t want to scare her off, especially when she was so obviously drunk.
Brad seriously doubted those were “virgin” margaritas as she snuggled close to him. As he looked up he noticed the blond fellow that she had pointed to earlier quickly pulling her away. “Veri, are you alright? What did you drink?” the man exclaimed. After wrangling with her for a few seconds the man turned around and looked at Brad caustically “Thanks for helping her up, but I think I’ll take her home now.” And with that he hurriedly whisked the woman out of the clubbing leaving Brad at a loss for words. ‘Wait, I didn’t even get her number! And I’m still covered in margarita with a hard on that’d scare a stallion…” Sighing, Brad decided that he would look up Ms. FatandSassy when he got home. After all, how many FatandSassys could there be here in Climax, Colorado [A/N yes, this is an actual city].
With his mind made up, Brad dejectedly headed out to his Ferrari F430, and grimaced. It truly was ugly after his moms had gotten to it. When his three mothers had found out that he’d bought a Ferrari, a stereotypical male symbol of male virility, they had snuck into his garage one night and painted it tie dye colors. And he couldn’t return it because he knew that they would do the same to any car he got. It’s not like he didn’t have gay pride, since he could be very flamboyant when called for. But a tie dye car really did almost cross his limits. He sighed as he climbed into his now nicknamed “pride mobile”.
Arriving home, Brad still had lingering feelings for what he left at the club, he was restless and hankering for some action. He smiled weakly “Well, I guess it’s a night of fapping in the shower for me…” Brad bounded upstairs, ready to enjoy some pleasurable time in the shower.
Fatigue overcame him as he got to his room, and he was ready to hit the sack. He knew he had a full day at the clinic tomorrow, especially because someone had booked an appointment for fifty sick cats. Just imagining fifty yowling cats deflated his craving for shower antics, leaving him feeling disgruntled.
“Why did I become a vet? Why?” Lamenting, Brad fell into a deep foreboding sleep, haunted by curvy red heads that suddenly transformed into billions of cats hissing and attacking his family jewels.
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Yes, we did mean it when we said three mothers… Well, hope you liked it! Please review ^^
Ren & Raidren