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So I’m reading through a porno mag late one evening, minding my own business (if you know what I mean) and I come across an article about pheromones. No pun intended. According to the article there are types of cologne for sale that will get women to be attracted to you through smell. I’m skeptical. What makes me even more reluctant to buy is the price: $99.99. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! This is most likely bullshit, but I haven’t gotten laid in about three months and I’m horny as fuck. This shit better work…
About ten days later I get a package in the mail that is so small it couldn’t possibly be the cologne I paid more than a hundred bucks for. It was.
Alright. I’m laughing at myself at this point, for being so pathetic. I should’ve known this was a scam. Fuck! I’m dumb. No way in hell this is going to work…but I might as well try it.
That night I went out to a random bar in a random part of the city. I had the small bottle in my pocket, so I could put it on after I tried my luck solo. The dance floor was pretty slow, but there were a few nice-looking chicks sitting at the tables surrounding it, looking as if they wanted someone to ask them to romp. Too easy. I’ll start with a couple drinks to get my bearings. “Vodka and tonic.” I told the bartender.
I said it as if I were the slickest badass on the face of the planet, and trust me when I say I am not. I’m not ugly or clumsy at all, but I don’t exactly give off the air of being cool. I have this habit of concentrating too much when I walk, so it looks as if I just got done taking a massive shit and my buttocks are aching... sorry about the graphics, but this isn’t exactly a children’s story, is it?
I take my seat, ignoring the looks, and give the room another scan. There is a busty brunette at a nearby table who’s staring into space. Her belly was trim and from what I could see of her waist she had a nice ass. Some douche-bag with a cowboy hat was blocking my view a bit, though, so I was going to have to do some maneuvering to make a proper judgment. I cocked my head a little more to the right in an all-too-obvious way.
She noticed me. Ah fuck. Don’t panic. “You can recover from that,” I thought to myself. “Just walk over there and ask for her name.” Here goes nothing…
Time slows down in cases like these. Every step seems like a mistake. She knows you’re coming for her. She knows what you want, but she won’t let you know what she wants until after you’ve already spilled your guts. Just keep it clean and you’ll be alright. Deep breath and… plunge.
“Hey. I was wondering if you had a name.” I’m such a dumb ass. Long stare. Music playing in background. Why the fuck is Britney Spear-me singing now? Christ! Say something. No, don’t say anything! Oh fuck.
“Sarah. What’s yours?” Alright. I’m in.
“Mike.” I take a seat right next to her so that my feet are close to hers. And… smile. This is the moment to decide where our conversation’s going to go. All I can think of is sex. She’s just obviously amused that someone actually had the balls to come over and talk to her.
“I’ve never been here before… have you?” I asked, hoping to get out of this place as soon as possible.
“I come here all the time, but not so much for the alcohol as for the men.” *Wink*
Time for the cool look… then… another smile. Am I home-free yet? No, not yet. I still have to find a way out of here.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Vodka and tonic.” Perfect. ;D
Time to spray on some pheromones. A little spritz while she’s not looking and… hey…Something’s different. She’s just gotten a bit more lively. She can smell it; I know she can! This is going to happen.
God, I can’t wait to sink my dick into that! After a few drinks and some more casual conversation, we decided to take things outside. It was obvious that we were going to fuck when she pushed me against the wall and started sucking on my tongue as soon as we got out the door. If her mouth were any indication of the lips down under, it would be soft, slightly moist, and smooth as silk. “Mmmm” I moaned aloud at the thought. The pheromones work after all.
She looked at me with those dark blue eyes full of lust and whispered “Your place or mine?” Her breathing was already starting to get heavy. She wanted my cock inside her almost as much as I did. I was ready for this question. I had cleaned the apartment earlier today.
“Mine.” I said this as I grabbed her ass. She seemed to get the idea, and laughed. We kissed again.
The ride home was kind of a blur. I shouldn’t have been drinking and driving, but there was pussy to be had and there was no way I was going to let her drive. I didn’t know how long she had been at the bar before I arrived.
When we got to the parking garage, I had to fight her off my zipper with the occasional embrace so I could get to the door with my pants on. I don’t remember unlocking my apartment, turning on the lights, or undressing. The next thing I remember is being on top of her with my hardened dick about to enter her pussy. The tip was pressed against her lips when I realized that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I stopped and looked at her beautiful face with nothing but pure panic showing on mine. Her eyes were glazed over and she barely breathed the words “do it” before I plunged it into her as deep as I could go.
We both gasped and moaned as our hips were grinding against each other, enjoying that first wave of pleasure. I didn’t care who she was or how many men she had been with. The only thing going through my mind was the thought of how great it was to be sliding in and out of this gorgeous vagina beneath me.
“I don’t want to stop!” She screamed. Then she wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me into her body harder than I had thought she would allow. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m gonna…” I could feel it welling up. “I’m gonna cum!”
She didn’t seem to hear me. Maybe I didn’t say it loud enough. *Thrust thrust*
“Sarah! I’m about to cum!” I wouldn’t be able to manage many more strokes. I tried to pull away from her, but she wouldn’t let me go. She seemed to lock me in with those deep, knowing eyes and pluck the very thoughts right out of me. “I want you to cum into me,” she whispered.
Everything about her was wrong suddenly. I knew that look on her face. Her brow was slightly furrowed and her eyes were wider than before. Desperation. With each passing breath,
a guttural moan escaped her lips. I had kissed those lips which seemed hideous to me now. I felt as if I would literally die if I climaxed inside her. I tried to stop the flow. In my head I was screaming with agony, yet my body wouldn’t let me go. It was no good. It was too good. I had gone too far.
Then, faster than it had started, it stopped. Utter release. What is this sweet sensation? What had she done to ease my suffering mind? I lay in her arms docile, tamed.
Our breathing slowed. I was losing consciousness. So warm. Something oozing. I thought I heard her whisper “We did it. We’ve created life.” It was so soft that I hardly noticed. I might have been imagining it. Darkness.
When I woke up, she was gone. She hadn’t left a note. Was it real? The room smelled of sex. It was real. I went back to the bar where we met and asked if anyone had seen her come by for her car. They didn’t know who I was talking about.
What should I do? I didn’t want to think about what I had done. There were so many “what ifs” zooming through my head that I thought I was sure to go crazy. It felt like I was on a huge roller coaster that wouldn’t stop or slow. One moment I felt free, and the next trapped. I want her back! What if she were… er… I can’t imagine someone would have… My entire world had been shaken by this succubus of a woman. I’ve heard stories of women wanting children so bad that they would seduce men into having sex with them in order to conceive a child, wanting nothing of the men but their seed. Would that be a good thing or a bad thing? Am I hoping for that to be the case?
Eventually I got back to my old routine. She went forgotten for the most part. I did, however, keep an eye out for her whenever I went out to a random bar, and I visited the bar we met in every now and then. I dread the day that some kid comes knocking on my door calling me dad and asking for money. I hope to God that that day never comes, but if it does… perhaps I’ll have a chance to hook up with the mother again. She was a really good lay, after all.