Hi, I am new to writing on Literotica.com. I love writing. I have published a few horror short stories in a couple of anthologies, but I do have a secret fondness for erotic fiction. For the purposes of this writing experience, I will not be using my horror writing Byline (Byline is the legitimate way for saying 'Writing Name') I will be writing under the pseudonym of Naughtypoet. I haven't written erotic fiction before, but today I decided to give it a go. I forewarn readers that if there is a good possibilities that there will be a few (maybe a lot) of grammatical errors or typos, because as I write this, there isn't much blood going to my brain. Ha-ha. I'm not very experienced at erotica, so if you have any pointers and/or opinions about the story, please leave a comment, it is much appreciated. So, sit back and hopefully you enjoy this tale of seduction, deception and karma. I apologise if this story seems like a slow burn, or has a slow start, I am just trying to set the scene and characters.
All of the characters in this story are over 18 years of age and older, and any of the characters younger than 18 years old are not in any way apart of the erotic and sexual components to this story.
"Godammit," I muttered as I walked along the sidewalk back home. Cross Wilshire Ave., keep along Blake St., left at the intersection on George St. , and 2km north to home; it was the same boring route home after school every day. I swore to god that even the people I encountered were the same: Tim the police officer, Frank the mechanic, Susie the nurse (always outside having a smoke outside Brock General Hospital on George St.) and the 'jogger woman'. (A woman I saw jogging every day, always with the iPod in her ears, I have never talked to her, only exchanging odd— sometime awkward—glances.)
I was an athletic guy. I had an athletic build with a fair complexion. Brown hair, blue eyes and I usual wore jeans and a t-shirt—pretty average.
I was about to turn left on George St when I found that the road was left impassable. The road was filled with construction crew, who tore up the road for whatever reason. Probably a broken water pipe or something, I thought. The sidewalks were taken up by the porta-potties, ladders and varying equipment, meaning I wasn't passing through here anytime soon.
Great, just my luck.
It looked like I am going to have to turn left on Smith road, and find the back entrance to my house. I continued my walk and found myself down Smith road. It was a road I wasn't that familiar with. Sure, I had biked down here as a kid years ego, but now the road looked foreign to me, lots of things have changed. Or maybe it hasn't, as a kid you don't really notice things like this. Businesses hugged tightly to the sidewalks edge along each side of the road. As I walked, I looked around and saw a sandwich board beside one of these businesses.
"Beat me at a coin toss and you win a prize!" The writing was barely decipherable, with a crudely drawn arrow pointing to the building right next to it. As I walked closer, I saw that the building was a pawn-shop— old and weathered.
You've got to be kidding me, what kind of trick are they trying to pull?
I chuckled to myself, although on the inside I was interested in the sign—my sense of curiosity commandeering me, as it usually does. Despite my better senses, I walked into the building, hearing the chime of the bell on top of the door. It was an old musty shop, much like the kind you see in a cheesy 'mentor and student' film. Now I was expecting an old decrepit man to come out from behind the backroom, limping against a cane, with an old world diction, talking about first time he saw a light bulb. But nothing of that nature happened, just my imagination. I was a young man, but I was prone to wild bouts of fantasy. As a young man, I had been controlled by the thoughts of sex, fuelled by my testosterone filled body. I liked to play sports, but I was not the strongest of athletes. I had a good athletic build, but I haven't been too focused on my athletics, most of my time was spent playing XBOX or computer games. Even as part-jock, my nerdy side took over and as influenced me greatly.
The trade-off for being a nerd was lack of female interaction. With people knowing me as the 'game-nerd' type, I was labelled a geek, even though I played sports, that didn't seem to matter to the girls. So, labelled as such, I took to the Nerdy-lifestyle. I played more video games and just didn't care. Although, with my inability to be suave with the ladies, I still had urges, which have led to many fantasies about the women in my class.
I walked deeper into the store, catching the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Casually, a man stepped out from the backroom, failing to notice me in his store. I walked closer to the counter as the man fumbled with a few things on the shelf behind it.
"'scuse me?" I said lightly, catching the man off guard.
He turned around with a bit of a surprised look on his face. The fellow was not that old, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He sported a black goatee, which seemed a little messy, ill-maintained. Despite the other man's youthful appearance, he had dark circles beneath his eyes. His skin seemed a little sallow, with his eyes sunken in a little too deep into their orbits.
"Can I help you?" The man inquired, leaning against the countertop, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, I saw that sign out front and—"
The man interjected, "Oh! You wanna try your luck?"
"Sure," I said with little confidence, sceptical.
The man reached into his pocket and produced a large brass coin. It had a dull shine to it, as if its original lustre had been worn away from continuous fondling. On one side was an odd symbol, of which I didn't recognize. On the other side was the silhouette of what appeared to be a cloud. It was an odd looking coin.
"Firstly young man, may I ask your name?"
"Nick," I answered, still gazing at the coin.
"Okay Nick, call it," the strange man said as he flipped the coin into the air, expecting me to choose as the piece of metal took to the air.
"Symbol." I watched the coin as it twirled in the air, flipping end over end, the contours of the symbol glinting. I didn't know why I chose the unknown symbol, something about it intrigued me, just like the sign had done minutes prior.
The man didn't look at the coin as it descended onto the tabletop, his gaze was locked onto me. He was wearing an odd grimace as the coin hit the counter. I looked down, and saw that the symbol had landed up.
"Well lookie there," The man said with a smile, "Looks like I lost, kid."
I found it odd that the man knew that I had won even though he never looked down at the coin, somehow he knew.
"Cool." I smiled. "what did I win?"
The man reached under the counter and pulled up a bottle. It was a black bottle, covered in a few cobwebs. He brushed the cobwebs away and presented the bottle to me. It looked like a wine bottle, although the contents were of mystery to me.
"Here you go, Kid."
"This is it?"
He smiled.
"What is it? Some kind of hooch?"
"You can say that," he smiled again.
I cleared away a film of dust that covered the label. I read from the label.
"Lucifus Merlot...never heard of it before. And why exactly are you giving this bottle away in a coin toss?" I gave the bottle a look over, seeing that it had been unopened.
