A Very Unexpected Encounter

-------------------------------------- August to April August had to die so April could bloom Copyright 2021 -- TheCyprisDoctrine -------------------------------------- -- Profile -- I live by myself; I own and live in the same building as the business I own. I wear socks that match my belt. I am a confident, attractive & excessively honest person with comedic tendencies. My family gave me a hard time dropping out of college to start my own software business. I have a staff of twelve, and we host adult-only sites managing their online media. It is my dream job, with no schedule, no boss (except for me), and 96.5% free time. Food: I love food with lots of flavor variations that are not overwhelmed or hiding behind hot spices. I like my lovers the same way. Movies: Anything Star Trek, Star Wars, or involving Superheros or spies. I also enjoy porn parodies. Six Things I Would Never do Without: • Laughter/ comedy • A best friend who is also my lover • Sex • Quality take-out I'm n

Dan was an attractive young man, but he was not so attractive that it would explain why he seemed to have the kind of almost absurd success with women that he had. It wasn't so much that he was muscular, although he was; or tall, although he was. It wasn't so much that he had a handsome face and it wasn't his deep voice. It wasn't so much anything about him that you could put a finger on with respect to his physical appearance, but there was something about him, whether it was the pheromones that he gave out or something about his demeanor, which caused women to become obsessed with him. It happened quickly, it happened suddenly, both from their perspective and from the perspective of other people who witnessed the obsessions taking form. Sometimes it was a situation where he was at a public place. He'd never met this woman before, and she suddenly, upon seeing him, felt drawn to him in a way that was irrational and very powerful. For example, he once went into a

A few words on this one. This is a first for me, as while I have had this story laid out for a long time, I was unsure whether I wished to feature a male or female protagonist, so I decided, why not both? So I'm going to be making two versions of this story, one with the lead as a boy, and one with the lead as a girl. This is the girl version. However, the female co-protagonist—or antagonist, rather—and title character will be the same in both versions, a girl both times (if you've read my stories before, then you know me). So, this being the girl variant also makes it the lesbian variant. 2021 update: the female/lesbian version of the story was published on 11/25/14, and remained on the site in its original intact condition for six years. In February 2021, it seems that now its flashback scene has been deemed inappropriate, and now goes against publishing guidelines. For a few reasons, I wish to keep the story viewable and so have decided to comply, thus removing the offendi

His adorably crooked smile was the first thing I noticed. Second only to his short brown hair. "My name is Daniel," he said when I told him I had an appointment with my personal trainer. "Unfortunately, Melissa is out sick, so I will be filling in for her," he explained. "If that is ok with you?" "Fine with me," I replied as he headed out from behind the Reception desk. The gym was reasonably quiet. The lunchtime crowd had long gone, and there was still a couple of hours to go before people knock off at 5:00 pm. Indeed, I only noticed two other gym-goers as we headed to the padded gym floor. Little did I know what was awaiting me! We were only five minutes into the personal training session, and I found myself internally planning my funeral. My heart was pumping wildly and I was certain it was just ten seconds away from exploding. Sweat drenched my face as Daniel worked me harder than Melissa ever did. Why did she have to be sick! Honestly, I w

Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story: The Downfall of Ash - Ash felt disgusting in the Uber ride home, both physically and mentally. She had a sour taste in her mouth and her skin felt covered in a dried film of sweat and ...whatever else. Every bump on the ride reminded her of how sore she was, literally everywhere. How sore she was and how hard she was still rolling - she was definitely coming down off of the MDMA but she was still absolutely high. She kind of hoped it would stay that way for a bit. She didn't want the sober thoughts and shame to seep in too quickly. The Uber took a familiar turn and she knew she was only a few minutes away from home. She texted Craig "Hey! Sorry, I left my phone in a cab last night...Aja didn't have your contact info and I couldn't remember your number lol. So, so sorry. Just picked up phone and will be home asap!" She felt terrible, pangs of guilt that were almost physically tangible. She had to go to sleep and

I've posted stories based on my life in a few places and gotten requests to write more. The events have had profound effect on my life which led me to go into more and more detail. Next thing I know, it became a small novel. A few details have been changed to protect people's identities and prevent an "I know him/her" moment. What is written is about 95% - 99% as they occurred. The back and forth conversations between me and one of the persons did not always happen as written. Some details have been lost over the years but what is included are things we have said to each other and mirrors how we interact even to this day. The person I had the encounter with helped me write the post and recall the little details. Part 1 - Background I stood on the street corner staring into my phone on a nice spring evening. Through the usual street noises, I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I slowly scanned through the crowd of people and saw a familiar face. "Zoe!&quo