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Frigid Meat
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,093
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Frigid Meat
So this is my first time posting here (posted in Humour too)… This story is the product of a late late night and far too much fun ;) This is a collaboration between four friends, meant as a gift for someone on Valentine’s Day. This is not meant to be serious, so please just read and laugh. I’m starting this off. The sex will come soon? Please review =D
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Veri looked around the inside of the Flaming Sword, not sure her eyes were working properly. She turned to her best friend, Galen Lord, her eyes wide. “I thought we were just going out to dinner Galen. What is this place? Are those seriously penises on the wall? And ... and, is he even legal? Why do I let you talk me into these things? Why –“
Galen cut in before she really got going on her tirade. “Darling, you remember when I told you I was gay? And you said you loved me and would support me in whatever way necessary?” At Veri’s hesitant nod, he continued. “Well, I need you here tonight to support me. This is my first time in a gay club, and I want a friend to be with me.”
Veri sighed and nodded, grabbing Galen’s arm and headed to the bar. “Well, if I’m going to be here, I might as well get drunk as all hell” she stated, getting to the bar ready to order some frou-frou drink when Galen stopped her. “Remember you’re driving. You probably shouldn’t be drinking anything. I, on the other hand, would love a Red Headed Slut.” The last was said with a flirtatious smile aimed at the bartender, who was indeed, red headed.
Veri just shook her head at her friend’s outrageousness, and ordered a virgin margarita. She sat back and sipped as Galen made his way onto the dance floor with some random guy. “I always end up sitting at the bar staring off into space… I need to do something about that. A gay club’s probably the worst place to start though.” She gulped down the margarita, wishing it was alcoholic. And strangely enough, it did start a tingling in her brain. This was a really good margarita. She gulped down the rest, and ordered another one from the bartender.
When her drink arrived, she grabbed it and started walking around the dancers, wanting a closer look at the ‘art’ on the wall. She was mesmerized by the giant penises on the wall, the detail on them absolutely intoxicating. “Damn, I need to get me one of those…”
“I would be happy to oblige you madam” a deep, baritone voice stated behind her in a sensual purr. Veri squeaked and turned around, nearly spilling her margarita on the attractive man standing behind her. She looked him up and down realizing that he was absolutely gorgeous. He towered above her petite 5’2”, and his dark blue eyes stared at her hungrily. Why is he talking to me?
“Well, I just can’t resist voluptuous red heads staring so adoringly at giant penises on the wall.” Veri realized that she had actually said her last thought out loud and clapped a hand over her mouth. Unfortunately, she used the hand that was holding the margarita, causing it to spill all over herself and her mysterious admirer. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” She started swiping at his shirt ineffectually with her hand, all the while wondering why a gay man was hitting on her. He had to be gay, right?
The man laughed and grabbed her hand, trapping it against his chest. “Now that we’re both wet and sticky, we should probably introduce ourselves… I’m Brad… Dr. Brad Hunky-Hunk.” Veri stared at him in shock. “Wait… Hunky-Hunk?” blinking rapidly, she tried to clear her head. “Well… I’m uhh… I’m Veri FatandSassy.”
Now it was his turn to stare at her. “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.” His lips, luscious, kissable lips, smirked at her as she stammered, confounded. “Actually, my name is Veronica, but everyone calls me Veri. Also… aren’t you gay?”
The man blinked at her in surprise, then laughed, the sensuous sound doing interesting things to her body. She could stare at him forever, loving the way his lips curled upward when he laughed. She shook her head when she realized that he had been talking. "Excuse me... Mr. Hunky Hunk was it? Sorry, I was dazing off... what did you say?"
"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." He seemed to caress the last word, roll it around in his mouth before finally letting it drop, hanging delectably in the air. [A/N: I know, I know, dropping and hanging at the same time? Just let it go =D]
"Yes, I love penises!" Veri blushed, realizing what she had just said. Damn that man and his delectableness! Veri was tongue tied and confused. So she started babbling. When in doubt, babble! "I mean uhh... no, I'm not lesbian. I'm just accompanying a friend here. Galen. He's around here somewhere. See, there on the dance floor! The blond in the black leather pants." Realizing that Brad himself was wearing black leather pants she continued talking. "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..." Veri gasped in horror, realizing she had just been talking nonstop to a stranger about the most irrelevant things making herself sound like an idiot in the process.
“Well, I congratulate your friend on excellent taste. You look delicious.” Brad looked her up and down with a predatory gleam in his eye. Veri smiled nervously, looking down at her tight black straight leg jeans and red wrap around top. “Well, I like the boots!” She raised a foot and wiggled it, showing off her red stiletto calf length boots. Of course, with her luck, she overbalanced, and ended up flat on her ass on the club floor, her legs splayed out inelegantly. “Whoopsies. Guess I had too much to drink. Except I only got those virgin margaritas…”
Brad knelt next to her, evidently uncertain of what his next move should be. “Seems to me there was plenty of alcohol in that margarita. Here, let me help you up.” He 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.
With Brad’s help, Veri was vertical in no time. But she didn’t want to let him go. The material of his cotton shirt felt amazing against her hands, and she snuggled into him when suddenly a hand descended on her shoulder. “Veri, are you alright? What did you drink?” exclaimed Galen, who had seen Veri fall over, and had immediately abandoned the dance to make his way to her. The handsome man with Veri had not escaped Galen’s attention either. Not giving Veri a chance to respond, Galen turned to Brad. “Thanks for helping her up, but I think I’ll take her home now.”
With that, Galen whisked a sodden Veri out of the bar. He hadn’t had a chance to drink that night, so he drove them back to Veri’s house and laid her down on the bed, taking only her red boots off. Veri had fallen asleep in the car, and remained deeply asleep, dreaming of a dark haired angel capturing her with his seductive gaze and drenching laughter.
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Veri looked around the inside of the Flaming Sword, not sure her eyes were working properly. She turned to her best friend, Galen Lord, her eyes wide. “I thought we were just going out to dinner Galen. What is this place? Are those seriously penises on the wall? And ... and, is he even legal? Why do I let you talk me into these things? Why –“
Galen cut in before she really got going on her tirade. “Darling, you remember when I told you I was gay? And you said you loved me and would support me in whatever way necessary?” At Veri’s hesitant nod, he continued. “Well, I need you here tonight to support me. This is my first time in a gay club, and I want a friend to be with me.”
Veri sighed and nodded, grabbing Galen’s arm and headed to the bar. “Well, if I’m going to be here, I might as well get drunk as all hell” she stated, getting to the bar ready to order some frou-frou drink when Galen stopped her. “Remember you’re driving. You probably shouldn’t be drinking anything. I, on the other hand, would love a Red Headed Slut.” The last was said with a flirtatious smile aimed at the bartender, who was indeed, red headed.
Veri just shook her head at her friend’s outrageousness, and ordered a virgin margarita. She sat back and sipped as Galen made his way onto the dance floor with some random guy. “I always end up sitting at the bar staring off into space… I need to do something about that. A gay club’s probably the worst place to start though.” She gulped down the margarita, wishing it was alcoholic. And strangely enough, it did start a tingling in her brain. This was a really good margarita. She gulped down the rest, and ordered another one from the bartender.
When her drink arrived, she grabbed it and started walking around the dancers, wanting a closer look at the ‘art’ on the wall. She was mesmerized by the giant penises on the wall, the detail on them absolutely intoxicating. “Damn, I need to get me one of those…”
“I would be happy to oblige you madam” a deep, baritone voice stated behind her in a sensual purr. Veri squeaked and turned around, nearly spilling her margarita on the attractive man standing behind her. She looked him up and down realizing that he was absolutely gorgeous. He towered above her petite 5’2”, and his dark blue eyes stared at her hungrily. Why is he talking to me?
“Well, I just can’t resist voluptuous red heads staring so adoringly at giant penises on the wall.” Veri realized that she had actually said her last thought out loud and clapped a hand over her mouth. Unfortunately, she used the hand that was holding the margarita, causing it to spill all over herself and her mysterious admirer. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” She started swiping at his shirt ineffectually with her hand, all the while wondering why a gay man was hitting on her. He had to be gay, right?
The man laughed and grabbed her hand, trapping it against his chest. “Now that we’re both wet and sticky, we should probably introduce ourselves… I’m Brad… Dr. Brad Hunky-Hunk.” Veri stared at him in shock. “Wait… Hunky-Hunk?” blinking rapidly, she tried to clear her head. “Well… I’m uhh… I’m Veri FatandSassy.”
Now it was his turn to stare at her. “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.” His lips, luscious, kissable lips, smirked at her as she stammered, confounded. “Actually, my name is Veronica, but everyone calls me Veri. Also… aren’t you gay?”
The man blinked at her in surprise, then laughed, the sensuous sound doing interesting things to her body. She could stare at him forever, loving the way his lips curled upward when he laughed. She shook her head when she realized that he had been talking. "Excuse me... Mr. Hunky Hunk was it? Sorry, I was dazing off... what did you say?"
"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." He seemed to caress the last word, roll it around in his mouth before finally letting it drop, hanging delectably in the air. [A/N: I know, I know, dropping and hanging at the same time? Just let it go =D]
"Yes, I love penises!" Veri blushed, realizing what she had just said. Damn that man and his delectableness! Veri was tongue tied and confused. So she started babbling. When in doubt, babble! "I mean uhh... no, I'm not lesbian. I'm just accompanying a friend here. Galen. He's around here somewhere. See, there on the dance floor! The blond in the black leather pants." Realizing that Brad himself was wearing black leather pants she continued talking. "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..." Veri gasped in horror, realizing she had just been talking nonstop to a stranger about the most irrelevant things making herself sound like an idiot in the process.
“Well, I congratulate your friend on excellent taste. You look delicious.” Brad looked her up and down with a predatory gleam in his eye. Veri smiled nervously, looking down at her tight black straight leg jeans and red wrap around top. “Well, I like the boots!” She raised a foot and wiggled it, showing off her red stiletto calf length boots. Of course, with her luck, she overbalanced, and ended up flat on her ass on the club floor, her legs splayed out inelegantly. “Whoopsies. Guess I had too much to drink. Except I only got those virgin margaritas…”
Brad knelt next to her, evidently uncertain of what his next move should be. “Seems to me there was plenty of alcohol in that margarita. Here, let me help you up.” He 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.
With Brad’s help, Veri was vertical in no time. But she didn’t want to let him go. The material of his cotton shirt felt amazing against her hands, and she snuggled into him when suddenly a hand descended on her shoulder. “Veri, are you alright? What did you drink?” exclaimed Galen, who had seen Veri fall over, and had immediately abandoned the dance to make his way to her. The handsome man with Veri had not escaped Galen’s attention either. Not giving Veri a chance to respond, Galen turned to Brad. “Thanks for helping her up, but I think I’ll take her home now.”
With that, Galen whisked a sodden Veri out of the bar. He hadn’t had a chance to drink that night, so he drove them back to Veri’s house and laid her down on the bed, taking only her red boots off. Veri had fallen asleep in the car, and remained deeply asleep, dreaming of a dark haired angel capturing her with his seductive gaze and drenching laughter.