Curse Of Desire: Complete And Uncut (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  Curse Of Desire: Complete And Uncut

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

  CHAPTER 1

  “Oh my god, that’s her! Isn’t it?”

  The last bell had rung about a half hour ago, and Tim and Marco were both huddled around a screen in the computer lab. Like always, the computer lab teacher wasn’t around, and in this case, that was an incredibly good thing. The two 18 year old seniors had just found the fabled nude photos of Ms. Beth Ashby, their second period English teacher who was rumored to have a past in softcore modeling.

  “That is definitely her,” said Marco. “Wow, these are even sexier than I imagined they would be!”

  Tim couldn’t help but agree. Ms. Ashby was a beautiful woman, with large breasts, a sexy ass, and beautiful long blond hair. She typically had it tied back in a pony tail that complimented the prescription glasses she wore, but in the photos they were looking at, her hair had been let down freely.

  “Shit, the computer lab teacher is going to be back soon,” Tim said, looking at his watch. “Can you go distract her while I email a link of this to both of our accounts?”

  “Sure man,” said Marco. He stood up and walked out of the computer lab with a wild grin on his face.

  It was had just been an excuse to get him out of the room. This was the ultimate find, and Tim felt himself being pulled in by the allure of the photos. He watched Marco leave, and after checking to make sure he was still the only one in the computer lab and there wasn’t too much through traffic, he pulled his hard cock out of his pants and aimed it at the screen.

  Ms. Ashby had always been pretty fond of Tim and his studious approach to her class, and likewise, Tim had found her to be an excellent teacher. But the rumors were true, Tim had found the proof, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaping the reward.

  Tim rubbed his rock hard cock gingerly as he clicked through the photos. The shoot had utilized a variety of outfits, and Ms. Ashby seemed to dutifully play every role from a nurse, to a cop, and quite amusingly, a teacher holding a ruler. Tim finally reached the nudes, and burned the image of her soft, pink nipples and huge breasts into his mind.

  He pumped his cock harder as he flipped to the next photo. Ms. Ashby was lying on a desk, completely naked, hand buried in her cunt. Tim’s pace increased and he felt himself starting to approach the point of no return when he heard a sound behind him.

  “Tim, what the fuck are you doing?” He recognized it as the high pitched voice of his girlfriend, Lisa.

  He turned towards her and forced a smile, realizing that there was no obscuring the scene.

  “Well, uh, as you can see, uh, I found some really interesting pictures,” he said. He felt guilty, as though he’d been caught pinching a cookie after dinner.

  “You are such a dumbass,” Lisa said angrily as she rolled her eyes. “Wait a second…is that Ms. Ashby?”

  “No, of course not,” Tim began holstering his tool as he quickly attempted to minimize the browser on the screen. He realized that the photos would get out eventually, but found himself expecting that this story would end up as part of the lore surrounding it, much to his supreme displeasure.

  “Besides, why the hell do you care what I look at online?” he asked her.

  “Tim, you know what, this is ridiculous,” said Lisa. Tim was familiar with her tone, and knew what was coming. “We’re done, I don’t need a boyfriend who has this much trouble keeping his dick in his pants.”

  She stormed out of the computer lab haughtily. Tim turned back to the computer screen, and after erasing his tracks and emailing himself a link to the website with the photos, he stepped away from the computer. Lisa had always been a bit of a drama queen, and this was the third time in the last seven months that she had “broken up” with him. He picked up his bag and walked out into the hallway.

  CHAPTER 2

  The school was much calmer after hours. Tim looked up at one of the clocks on the wall and saw that it was already past four. He had told his step mom Angela that he would be back after work at around seven. She had only been married to his dad for about a year now, and the two seemed to argue over everything, breaking up and making up on a regular basis. Well, that’s at least one thing that seems to run in the family, thought Tim.

  As he walked through the front entrance to the school and out into the yard, Marco came running up to him.

  “Sorry man, I forgot to email the link to you,” said Tim, who was in actuality not the least bit sorry. “I will tonight, though.”

  “You need to get out of here,” Marco said to him, with a look of frightened concern in his eyes. “Carter is pissed. Whatever you said about him in math class has got him up in arms. He’s on the way here with at least a couple of other guys from the football team.”

  Tim smiled jovially at Marco. “Can I assume you’ve got my back on this one, old buddy?”

  “Let’s not make an ass out of you and me.” Marco replied. “If you just apologize, they’ll go easy on you.”

  Tim saw Marco’s eyes spot something over his shoulder and turned to investigate. Carter, the nineteen year old, six foot five captain of the football team, was swiftly walking towards him, with five other bulky meatheads in tow.

  “Anyway man, I’ve got to run,” said Marco, patting him on the back. “Send me those photos if you survive this.”

  He jogged off towards the parking lot, leaving Tim alone and in the path of Carter and his gang.

  “Carter, man is it good to see you,” he said, each word dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve been well, I trust?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Tim,” Carter barked in response. “You know what this is about!”

  “Are you guys drafting me onto the football team?” Tim found himself surrounded as the five other guys with Carter encircled him. “Because if that’s the case, I’m going to have to politely decline. Soccer had always been more my speed.”

  “Always with the jokes,” said Carter, who was cracking his knuckles in a manner that Tim found to be almost comically clichéd. “Let’s see if you find this funny!”

  Carter slammed his fist into Tim’s stomach, instantly knocking the wind out of him. Tim was not a fighter, but he was proud, and kept his eyes locked on Carter even as he dropped down onto one knee. He coughed, and then smiled up at him.

  “You know, my sense of humor has always been really dark, so yeah I definitely can see the humor in-“

  Stars seemed to explode inside his head as he felt Carter’s next blow make contact with his face. Tim was thrown to the ground, and rolled himself back up into a standing position only to be pushed by one of the other guys back into the arms of Carter, who pulled him into a headlock. He could see the school’s entrance out of the corner of his eye, and watched as a busty girl in a short skirt made her way out through the entrance and over towards the spectacle.

  “Hey baby,” he heard the girl say, recognizing her voice as that of Tara, Carter’s girlfriend. “Who is it this time?”

  Carter seemed to hesitate for a moment, loosening his grip on Tim slightly.

  “Just an asshole who talks way too much shit,” he said. “I’ll be done with him soon enough.”


  “I think a more proper introduction than that is necessary,” said Tim in a strained voice. He looked up at Tara, who had a body to die for and a perplexed look on her face as she watched Tim smile at her. “My name is Tim!”

  He spat blood out after the last syllable, right on the football jersey of one of Carter’s lackeys. The group quickly threw him back down to the ground and began the almost ritual process of stomping and kicking his body.

  “Well, Tim,” Tara said mockingly. “I think you should be more careful who you get on the bad side of in the future.”

  “Nice to meet you, too,” Tim managed to mutter out in a weak voice.

  After several more minutes of abuse, the gang left him on the ground. Tim brought himself up into a seated position, feeling pain race through ten different areas of his body. His face was a mess, and he could feel blood streaming down out of his lip and nose. He pulled himself over to the backpack he’d lost at the start of the scuffle, and gingerly stepped back up to his feet.

  “It could be worse,” he said to himself out loud. “At least they didn’t manage to land any kicks on my big, swinging, cowboy balls.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Checking the time on his phone, he realized that he was late for work. Like, extremely late for work, and totally unfit to be delivering pizzas in his current injured state. He hopped on his bike and started down the road in the direction of the pizzeria anyway, feeling as though at the very least he could win a willpower victory through sticking it out for the rest of the day. It was about 10 minutes away by bus, but he’d missed the last one, and was forced to bike.

  It ended up being a much longer trip, and though it hurt his body all over to pedal and turn the handlebars, the wind felt surprisingly nice on his face. He parked his bike outside the restaurant at 6:45, almost two hours late for his two hour shift. His boss, Tony, was working the counter when he made his way inside.

  “Get out of here, Tim, you’re through,” he said as Tim walked over.

  “I know, it looks bad, but you should see the other guy,” said Tim. “No really, you should, he looks like some type of sasquatch.”

  “I’m serious Tim, you’re fired,” said Tony, in a slightly regretful voice. “Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and so forth.”

  Tim stared at his boss for a second, and then smiled.

  “What if I have a get out of jail free card?”

  Tony frowned at him.

  “Or roll doubles?”

  Tony pointed towards the door, and Tim slowly turned and walked through it, head hung low.

  He took a long detour on the bike ride back to his home, feeling the fatigue accumulated from all of the hassles of the day weigh down on his body. Nothing had gone right today, he thought to himself. It was funny to him in a way, and he began to formulate a punchline, but stopped himself midway, feeling incredibly lonely at the fact that nobody was around to hear his joke. His phone rang, and he stopped his bike in order to get it safely out of his pocket. He’d been expecting it to be Lisa, calling to apologize for overreacting, or possibly Marco getting on him about the pictures, but it was his step mom, Angela.

  “What?” he answered in a slightly more impatient tone than he had anticipated.

  “You’re late, you said you’d be home by 7:15,” she said to him.

  He looked at his phone and was surprised to see that it was already half past.

  “Look, quit nagging me, I’ll be back when I’m back,” he said into the phone angrily.

  “I told you to pick up red pepper for dinner on the way back, do you like making me wait?”

  Tim hung up the phone. He was much more irritated than he had realized, and felt slightly bad for taking it out on her. He started pedaling faster, and then was forced to stop when he felt the injuries from the fight ache throughout his body. He looked around, deciding that he might as well get the red pepper and make his way home, and saw that he was in a part of town that he wasn’t all that familiar with.

  There was what looked to be a tiny neighborhood grocer up ahead, and the lights were still on. Tim had never seen the store before, but figured that if they sold food they probably sold spices, including red pepper, and parked his bike next to the entrance.

  He walked over to the front door, pulled it open, and stepped inside. The store was dimly lit, and strange incense like scent seemed to hang on the air. Tim looked over some of the aisles as he made his way towards what looked like the spice section, and noticed a range of occult seeming objects. Crystal balls, tarot cards, voodoo doll construction kits, the vast majority of the stuff seemed to be oriented towards the type that lived and breathed paranormal.

  The shelf that he figured the red pepper would be on was populated by numerous shakers and jars of stuff he hadn’t known actually existed. He glanced across rows of newt’s essence, ground tiger claw, and unicorn powder. Tim fought back a laugh and felt like he had hit the comedy jackpot. He was already making mental plans to come back with Marco the next day when he heard the sound of someone coughing. He turned, and saw a short, incredibly old man, dressed in a grey robe, and holding a pipe in one hand.

  “Is there something in particular you are looking for?” the old man asked him in a slow and deliberately quiet voice.

  “Uhm, yes,” Tim said. He hadn’t seen anybody behind the counter when he came in and was caught slightly off guard. “I actually don’t need anything special, just some plain old red pepper, if you have it for sale here.”

  The old man pulled his hand out of the depths of his robe. It was closed tight around something, and as he slowly opened his fist, Tim saw that it was a small shaker of red pepper.

  “Nice trick,” he said to the man. “That’s all I need for today, how much will it be?”

  The old man brought the red pepper to the counter and quickly exchanged it with Tim for several dollars. He then turned to leave, but the old man shook his head and pulled a small, ornate, unlabeled bottle containing a reddish colored fluid out from under the counter, placing it in front of him.

  “Take this too,” the old man said. “I charge you nothing, for now. Take this and only drink it if you want everything in your life to change.”

  Tim looked at the old man, and then looked down at the bottle.

  “Look, I appreciate the thought, but my step mom would incinerate if I came home high on some strange drug,” he said with a smile. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

  “This bottle contains the essence of desire,” said the man. “You are wise to not take it lightly.”

  Intrigued, Tim picked up the bottle. He held it up to the light to get a good look at it. The liquid inside was red, but still somewhat clear. It seemed to gleam with an almost unreal sparkle, as though some type of gemstone had been crushed up and mixed in.

  “What exactly do you mean by that?” Tim asked. He turned his gaze back to the old man, or rather, where the old man had been. The store was empty of anyone other than him. He looked around for a minute more and then felt a strange chill go down the hairs on his back. He grabbed both bottles off the counter, headed outside, and started back towards his house on his bike.

  The bottle of red liquid seemed to weigh heavy in his pocket on the bike ride home. It was so weird, between the strange contents of the store, the odd seeming old man, and the off putting encounter at the end. Tim did his best to clear his head and get the creepy thoughts out of his mind. He tried to think of any joke that had a punchline involving snake oil and fakery, but his mind drew up blank.

  CHAPTER 4

  Tim arrived back at his house a little after nine. He knew his step mom was going to be furious, but he at least had an excuse this time, and the red pepper was in hand. He felt the bruises from the fight weighing down on him as he got off his bike and walked up the steps. Only Angela’s car was parked outside. Tim’s dad usually worked out of another city during the week, and could only make it home on the weekends.

  He tried to be as quiet as he could on his way inside. S
ure enough, Angela had been dozing on the couch. The sound of the door closing was enough to wake her up, however. Her eyes seemed to light up with disappointment and concern at the sight of Tim and his swollen face trying to sneakily take his shoes off.

  “Honey, what in the world took you so long?” Angela asked him. “And what in the world happened to you?”

  “It’s nothing, mom,” he said. “I ran into a dump truck and then fell down a flight of stairs.”

  Tim pulled out the red pepper and held it in front of her.

  “At the very least, I made sure to bring this back!”

  Angela was not pleased. She stood up, and Tim instantly saw that she was wearing nothing more than her panties and a thin t-shirt, which seemed to showcase her large breasts and perfect butt a little bit too well.

  “Tim, what the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted at him. “Your father is going to hear about this, and consider yourself grounded until further notice.”

  He opened his mouth to object, but it was pretty clear that nothing would dissuade Angela from getting her way, even if it was the truth. He took one last look at her body, which for some reason, seemed reminiscent of the photos of Ms. Ashby from earlier, and then turned and walked up to his bedroom.

  “I’m putting your plate in the fridge, it’s what you’re having breakfast tomorrow morning,” she called up after him.

  Tim made his way upstairs and shut himself inside his room. At every step, his day had been a challenge. His hope and optimism were limited resources, and he found himself trying to be thankful that things couldn’t get any worse.

  As he took his shirt off and prepared for bed, he again felt the small bottle of red liquid sitting in his pocket. He pulled it out, and after taking a moment to consider the words of the old man that had gifted it to him, popped the cork off the top. He brought his nose up to the brim. It smelled sweet, almost like a strong scented cider.