Fiction

Living on the Other Side
Crystal P. Rogers

This is a story of living life with a secret.  Living on the other side of what people see.  Jasmine was sweet enough or so people thought.  She was gentle, somewhat quiet and often times shy.  She believed wholeheartedly that what people didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.  In her case, that was true.  No one would believe the secret desires that were always floating somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind.  Inhibitions…she possessed very few when it came to her private life. 

There was no doubt she was very intelligent and hard-working.  She had been brought up to believe that anything could be accomplished with hard work and determination.  And she did have determination. When Jasmine saw something she wanted, she didn’t stop until she got it.  This was especially true of her education.  She had always wanted to be a doctor in a large hospital but would her other side (the nasty freaky side) bring her down?  How much of her medical career was she willing to risk to quench her seemingly insatiable appetite for sex?  Anyone who reads this would say her having a secret side sounds a lot like the old Clark Kent/Superman story.  But Clark Kent never had the adventures that Jasmine had.  Kent was your mild-mannered superhero who was there to help the masses.  Jasmine was your mild-mannered freak who was there to help herself to whatever would satisfy her craving for exciting sex!

By day she was a plain looking, hardworking, always-tired medical student.  But at night, her true nature came out.  One may ask if it’s true what people say about the freaks coming out at night.  Well Jasmine sure does “cum” out at night.  As day turns to night, Jasmine’s lust begins to rise.  Don’t get me wrong, she’s not a whore.  She doesn’t ride on every man’s “rod.”  In fact, despite the multiple partners in her fantasies, she has one very special partner who she enjoys.  Then what makes Jasmine a freak?  Is it because she knows what to do, and does it well?  Actually, it’s her animalistic behavior and raw passion that makes her the freak that she is.  That passion comes from thoughts of threesomes, thoughts of being an exotic dancer, being a sex slave, being watched pleasuring herself and other members of a harem of beautiful women, and being taken by several men at one time.

But for now, she is happy to enjoy her reality, her favorite one and only sex partner, Devan.  He is beautiful in every way.  His sole purpose is always to give Jasmine pleasurable satisfaction.  The thought of him makes her stomach quiver with anticipation.  The very sight of him makes creamy wetness pool on the crotch of her silk panties.  She starts by looking him in his deep dark eyes.  Then her glance heads slowly downward.  Her eyes meet his finely sculpted chest and tight stomach but they don’t stay there for long.  Her eyes soon see what they want…the round archway between his legs.  Jasmine’s gaze must have been burning right through Devan’s clothes because his “rod” grew bigger almost immediately until there was a big bulge in the front of his jeans.  With fantasies starting to play in her mind, Jasmine walked over to the “rod” and lightly stroked it before she gripped it and began to squeeze.  Devan’s rod trembled as she sank to her knees and unzipped his pants.  Devan took a deep breath and grabbed the operating room table to brace himself thinking he knew all too well what was to cum.  The same freak that had ravished his body last night had returned for another shift.  He thought his favorite doctor was about to make his favorite kind of house call.  But unbeknownst to either of them, this time would be different.  This time they wouldn’t be alone…