Post by laughingandy on Mar 2, 2017 9:25:41 GMT -6
Here's a little story I wrote for your entertainment..
The wind was knocked out of me as I slammed hard into the wall. Trying to get my breath back I saw the giant of a man walk over and start to rip the cash machine out of its housing.
Lifting it as if it was made of tin foil he started to walk back towards me. Then, with a grunt, lifted it over his head and got ready to smash it down on mine.
If you were ask any of the big name supers this is the kind of thing that happens all the time when you’re foiling a bank robbery. I mean people like Major America or Steeldude. You know the big league players. Steeldude would most likely blast him with a pulse beam from his wrist. RayneCloud she would zap him with lightning. Aracnaboy would entrap him in silky threads.
But I can’t do any of that fancy stuff. I can’t shoot lasers. Summon crappy weather or weave super strong silk.
Now I’ll admit it takes a lot to hurt me. I had one old boyfriend that liked his drink. The sweet and kind boy some girls attract. Well one day he was so drunk he decided that I wasn’t being good enough to him. So he tried to slap me. Then I had to drive him up to the hospital to get his hand put back together again. He said it was like hitting a brick wall. Me? I didn’t feel a thing. It was like a butterfly landed on my face. Kind of tickled.
I feel it if I jump out a tree. Not the bottom branches mind you. I’m talking from the top. I feel it even more if I jump out the window from say six or seven floor up. That I feel. So unfortunately did the pavement. Left one big Sarah sized hole in it. But I got up and walked away from it. Not so much as a scratch on me.
That and kind of an itch. One that well, good girls aren’t meant to talk about.
Now, when Gavin got full use of his hand back. He and his friends decided to come over and see me. All kind of you’re a freak and you’re not normal. They were saying some real nasty things. One had a baseball bat. I felt that. One of the others had a knife. But Gavin he had a gun. He shot me in the head.
That I really felt. That made the itch go mad.
Kind of like right now. House brick had been working me over pretty hard. There wasn’t going to be a lot of the bank interior left. But he was where I wanted him. He was good and close with his hands full.
So in one quick movement I ripped my glove off and grabbed his ankle.
See the thing is, I’ve found that the more someone hurts me. The stronger the itch got. And right now I was itching enough to make an entire porn movie feel tame. I was as the saying goes hot enough to fry and egg on.
Want to know something else? Skin to skin contact will transfer the itch.
My powers aren’t as flashy as the big name supers. I’m not going to get my own comic out of it. I’m certainly not going to get a dedicated line to the Police Commissioner’s office. Well not one his wife knows about anyway.
As I walked out of the bank House Brick lay twitching on the floor. The poor boy’s senses overwhelmed by the force of female arousal.
My name? I’m Orgasma and I’m here to save the day.
The wind was knocked out of me as I slammed hard into the wall. Trying to get my breath back I saw the giant of a man walk over and start to rip the cash machine out of its housing.
Lifting it as if it was made of tin foil he started to walk back towards me. Then, with a grunt, lifted it over his head and got ready to smash it down on mine.
If you were ask any of the big name supers this is the kind of thing that happens all the time when you’re foiling a bank robbery. I mean people like Major America or Steeldude. You know the big league players. Steeldude would most likely blast him with a pulse beam from his wrist. RayneCloud she would zap him with lightning. Aracnaboy would entrap him in silky threads.
But I can’t do any of that fancy stuff. I can’t shoot lasers. Summon crappy weather or weave super strong silk.
Now I’ll admit it takes a lot to hurt me. I had one old boyfriend that liked his drink. The sweet and kind boy some girls attract. Well one day he was so drunk he decided that I wasn’t being good enough to him. So he tried to slap me. Then I had to drive him up to the hospital to get his hand put back together again. He said it was like hitting a brick wall. Me? I didn’t feel a thing. It was like a butterfly landed on my face. Kind of tickled.
I feel it if I jump out a tree. Not the bottom branches mind you. I’m talking from the top. I feel it even more if I jump out the window from say six or seven floor up. That I feel. So unfortunately did the pavement. Left one big Sarah sized hole in it. But I got up and walked away from it. Not so much as a scratch on me.
That and kind of an itch. One that well, good girls aren’t meant to talk about.
Now, when Gavin got full use of his hand back. He and his friends decided to come over and see me. All kind of you’re a freak and you’re not normal. They were saying some real nasty things. One had a baseball bat. I felt that. One of the others had a knife. But Gavin he had a gun. He shot me in the head.
That I really felt. That made the itch go mad.
Kind of like right now. House brick had been working me over pretty hard. There wasn’t going to be a lot of the bank interior left. But he was where I wanted him. He was good and close with his hands full.
So in one quick movement I ripped my glove off and grabbed his ankle.
See the thing is, I’ve found that the more someone hurts me. The stronger the itch got. And right now I was itching enough to make an entire porn movie feel tame. I was as the saying goes hot enough to fry and egg on.
Want to know something else? Skin to skin contact will transfer the itch.
My powers aren’t as flashy as the big name supers. I’m not going to get my own comic out of it. I’m certainly not going to get a dedicated line to the Police Commissioner’s office. Well not one his wife knows about anyway.
As I walked out of the bank House Brick lay twitching on the floor. The poor boy’s senses overwhelmed by the force of female arousal.
My name? I’m Orgasma and I’m here to save the day.
