TABOO TALES(erotica)

Note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.

Estranged siblings find in each other what they need most.

Read and enjoy..

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Do popcorn ceilings lead to madness?

It was a hell of a thought to wake to every morning, Cassandra mused to herself as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She desperately wished someone would scrape the crap from her apartment ceilings.

As she was living in a cheap rental apartment, no such renovations would happen anytime soon.

Her alarm had gone off only a minute or two ago, so she wasn't late, but she had to get up and get started on her day.

Cassandra worked as a teller at a bank, and she needed the paycheck. That was a truth she had to accept. It was also true that the bank manager was a misogynistic bastard with an overinflated ego.

Another truth she was dealing with was that she was bored with the job, as it barely scraped the surface of her capabilities, though it paid the bills. Barely.

When she finished her night school college courses, she'd be able to get a better job, but for now, she had to get up!

With a quiet groan, she slid her legs out from under the covers and tossed the covers back. She pushed herself up to a seated position and paused to let the throbbing in her head settle down. She'd gone out drinking the night before with some of the girls from night school. She didn't really fit into their clique, but she had no other friends to go out drinking with. She was relatively new in town, after all.

Heaving herself onto her feet, she staggered from her bedroom to the bathroom in the hall. Her small one-bedroom apartment also had one washroom. She listened, but Andre was still asleep. She'd be okay to take her shower now.

She closed the door and tugged off her sleep shirt. Looking down, she realized she wasn't wearing her panties.

Damn. Did she hook up with one of those idiotic college boys again?

She paused, and the evening before came back to her. Retaining her memories meant she hadn't indulged too far past her limit. Dancing... she recalled there'd been dancing, and she did do a little bumping and grinding, but that was it for sexual activity.

She sighed. It was becoming her thing. Sexual frustration, even when she hooked up with someone. None of them gave her satisfaction. Frigid bitch, the last prime specimen called her.

It wasn't like she didn't want to enjoy sex with a sexy man. Something seemed to block her from reaching her release.

She could definitely achieve an orgasm if she masturbated with her dildo, so it didn't seem to be a physical issue.

Cassandra critically examined the woman in the mirror, and the first thing she saw was that nose! It had a dorsal hump that made her feel like it dominated her face! She often swept her long straight blonde hair forward to cover one eye and her nose. Her attention moved to her eyes, which again seemed a little oversized for her face. They did have a sleepy bedroom quality that made the boys ignore her nose, so she didn't hate her eyes. They were pale blue with a darker ring around the outside of her irises. Yes, she didn't hate them.

Her mouth was wide, but her lips weren't thin, so it balanced out. Baring her teeth, she examined them in the mirror. She lucked out with how straight they were, as her father had several crooked ones.