1. The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    conquering a man that is literally swarmed by more than worthy competition, where the term 'more than worthy' refers to sluts with inch-thick make-up on their faces, completely oblivious to their husbands. Okay, I admit it. I myself used him as a model for my masturbation fantasies a few times over. Come on, I am just human myself after all, but seeing all these sluts so desperately trying to get nailed by David was simply disgusting, and off-putting. Apparently he was very picky when it came to girls, for I had rarely seen him in female company; and the few times I did, he didn't seemingly try to lure them into his bedroom,. That although he had an entire catalog of girls of all ages, colors, and shapes at his free disposition. At least he didn't seem like a total dick. He even gave me a ride to school once, or twice when I had missed the school bus. Guess who teased me with that? My archrival for the captain position – who else? – asking me who that new boyfriend of mine was. She said that with a mischievous undertone to what I simply replied that chances were big it was her father. It could be true for all I knew, since her mother had conceived her at the very mature age of seventeen, having been knocked up by a non-assignable guy, given her merely endless list of mating partners. Oh, the virtues of coitus interruptus as the sole mean of contraception. It pissed my rival off enough to leave me alone. I'm digressing. Back to David. So when I started getting out of the ...
    house again, slowly building up what little confidence my accident hadn't crushed, I noticed there could possibly be more to David than just another male, and that likely pig I suspected him to be. Much more, actually. I noticed he always was kind of smiling warmly, and seemed happy to see me. The friendly neighbor, so to say. Had he always been that kind, and warm? Had my passivity towards the opposite gender blinded me before my accident? Or was I simply making up things to make this world seem less hostile; some sort of subconscious self-therapy thingy? Whichever it was, I didn't know, and didn't really care. I just accepted things as they were, for it felt great. I felt like I mattered again – at least to someone else than my parents. Around him, I started feeling confident again and, most importantly, like the woman I was about to become. It's funny, because suddenly the other girls of the neighborhood started to see me as a rival in the conquest of David. I could tell that by the way they were looking at me whenever David greeted me with his lulling baritone voice. If looks could kill they would have watched me die, that's for sure. But... Me? A rival? With that face turned ugly? Sure! So in the collective female mental network of the neighborhood I became the intruder, the interloper. Of course at first glance everything was all peachy creamy, but we're all well too aware of the old stereotypic – even a tad sexist – joke, aren't we? What would happen if women ruled the ...
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