An Erotic Gothic Tale
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue
Goths are technically a subculture, because they do have different views than the rest of the world, but they are more of a counterculture. It is marked by its emphasis on individualism, tolerance for diversity, a strong emphasis on creativity, a tendency toward intellectualism, and a mild tendency towards cynicism. It is an avant-garde group or movement that functions outside the establishment.
Members of this subculture are often accepting and non-violent intellectuals who are sometimes just cynical of societal evils and have a fascination with sex and death. Goths are refined and sensitive, artistic and keen on poetry and books; not big on drugs or anti-social behavior. Even people who don't consider themselves aligned with the subculture are fascinated by the black clothes and darkly decadent look of Gothic women.
In general Goth ladies tend to be considered kinky, exotic and highly sexualized (easy to fuck) by the mainstream. Sexual deviance is an integral part of Goth culture. Goth women engage in strategies of active sexuality (proactive sexuality, non-monogamy, and bisexuality), to create gender egalitarianism within the Goth scene...Gothic tales are usually characterized by elements of fear, horror, death, and gloom, as well as romantic elements, such as nature, individuality. This Gothic tale is about an intrepid dude's torrid sexual encounters in the Gothic world.
Marsha...How it all started
I am Louis Aden the youngest of five brothers and sisters of a prominent and well-to do family. My passion is the Arts; literary, musical, the theater. I'd been published by both North and South American publishers. I am also an ex-athlete, sprinting and soccer. But above all, I pride myself in being a womanizer, a bull stud to be blunt!
I met Marsha at a Feminist seminar on Ancient Women's religions. She is a therapist and social worker and a talented artist, drawn to women's spiritualism; the "Wonderful ancient rites and rituals of Paganism and Goddess worship." I was introduced to her by a mutual intimate friend Tara whom I'd fucked a few times in the past, at the reception following the seminar, so I could arrange an interview with Marsha for my book.
"Louis can massage a woman to a glorious orgasm, and get this, he has an enormous dick that can drive a woman wild in bed" she told Marsha. I was totally embarrassed by Tara's indiscretion.
"Well, that's very interesting indeed, and you brought him to me at a very opportune time," said Marsha with an impish smile. We became instant friends. Later I accepted her invitation to visit...Marsha's cabin-cottage, an original design of her's, stood in a pretty green grassy space, surrounded by a short lumber fence. It was hot that day. In the distance a green meadow of undulating expanse of grass and wild flowers. It was a pleasant picture post-card landscape; peaceful and bursting with a bloom of colors: alizarine, viridian, sienna and magenta.
I was impressed with Marsha's original artwork that decorated her supremely beautiful home: Pottery, wood/metal sculpture, pen/ink drawings...Some of them depicted arresting cunt images among other things and were profoundly feminist and liberating. She had am imagination that was both lively and bizarre. For a 52 year old woman she looked alluring and very sensual, in the skimpy bikini that revealed lots of pubic hair, clearly making her intentions known. I felt pulled to her; all the chemistry going again at full speed.
She led me to the back yard where she was camped out on the ivy-covered deck, with wine, fruit--apples, persimmons, pomegranates,-- snacks and to my surprise, some pot. I needed no persuasion to strip down to my briefs and join Marsha in her decadent revelry. Meanwhile I was having my fill of Marsha's semi-nude body, my gaze devouring her great body especially her crotch area where the imprisoned hairs spilled out profusely from the sides of her bikini. She claimed to have perfected her art when she was a young Gothic woman. "Now I'm just a GILF goth but still with the faith," she said gazing at the huge bulge in my briefs.
We were suddenly joined by Circe, the 22 year old niece of Marsha's. Circe was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. She is a bona fide Gothic woman. She looked exotic in her morbid fashion and style of dress; typical gothic fashion of partly dyed black hair and black period-styled clothing. Her dark eyeliner and her black fingernail polish, her black lipstick.
The striking thing about Circe was her bushy eyebrows, her hairy forearms, the moderate fuzz on her upper lip and a thicker fuzz on the nape of her neck. Her black hair was long, tangled and twisted every which way. I found her rather attractive. She looked beautiful, mysterious with striking features. We enjoyed talking to each other while Marsha was on the phone with a client.
Circe tactfully announced that she had to go somewhere, when the turned-on Marsha began to openly make out with me. With Circe gone, Marsha quickly led me into her bedroom saying, "You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this moment, after what Tara told me." She was very horny. She stared at my naked body, clearly very impressed. "Wow, your sculpted body looks very appealing Louis, and OMG, your dick is simply awesome," she gushed squeezing my huge, super hard erection.
I began to stroke Marsha's exposed breasts, thighs and flanks; her hairy cunt her big slippery clitoris...She felt good, sounding incoherent. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Then I began to enter her slowly, gazing into her swooning eyes, filling her totally with my cock. I could feel the rhythm in her hips as I fucked her skillfully, magnificently. Driving her to greater and greater heights of erotic frenzy. I loved the way she fucked, slow and sweetly obscene with a smile on her face.
