I'm sorry. That is a terrible idea. :)
I don't know Alena's writing style. I did think it odd she commented on my response to Story Teller though.
Alena, is that true? Are you Story teller? Cuz if you are, and you didn't want anyone to know- it might have been a better idea for you NOT to have responded to my comment. You rarely say anything to me in threads, and then to react to something having nothing to do with you? LOL Just a little puppet 101 for you. :D
Oh my! oh dear...mmmmm
i'll offer the story a little help, my dear :)
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It was the middle of the night when Edvard's doorbell rang. Startled, Ed cursed the necessity of an unusually loud doorbell due to his habit of working out with loud, violent music. Still half asleep and wearing nothing but his boxers, he opened the door preparing himself for another scene from his drunken, tearful, clingy ex. But… the sight that met him on the other side of the door made him take a few steps back in surprise: the tall, blue eyed man with chiseled features that rang his door was none other than…himself?
The man at the door was dressed poorly for the piercing cold outside. His dark hair was covered with snow and his hands purple and gloveless. He was staring back curiously and almost… hungrily at Edvard's face, but Edvard could see no trace of the shocking surprise that was probably etched all over his own.
'What the f…'
The man shifted slightly and smiled a charming, radiant smile - his own smile. Edvard found himself captivated and mesmerized - full lips curving to reveal a set of perfectly white teeth, while his eyes lit with a warm, playful twinkle.
'Forgive me, brother. I would have phoned you had your number been easier to come by. It took me almost a month to find you.'
The man extended his hand. 'I am Sigvard, your long lost, or better said, abandoned, twin brother.'
A few seconds of awkward silence went by as Edvard kept staring back, still unable to speak or move. The other man dropped his hand and let himself in past Edvard with an air of casual confidence, without even bothering to wipe his shoes on the doormat.
Edvard furrowed his brow. 'Hey, wait a minute…'
'I see you're not doing bad at all, brother. Quite a nice place you have here.' There was some bitterness in his voice. 'I suppose you were the lucky one between us two, eh.'
The way this…Sigvard spoke with his own voice made Edvard tense. Who was this man claiming to be his twin? Was he dangerous? Was he insane? Edvard knew nothing about this man, nothing apart from the fact that looking at him was exactly like looking into a mirror..
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Lol this has so much potential! From loving brotherly sex to angry, jealous sex… mmmm. Will Edvard get along with his equally stubborn and self loving twin, or is disaster just waiting around the corner? :3
Ed on Ed Part One
There was a time when Edvard would not indulge in his most intense attraction. Himself.
He set up a structure for getting off alone so he could keep his own image out of his mind.
Rules:
No closing eyes so as not to be tempted to envision me watching myself masterfully massaging oil over my cock.
No mirrors. It's too tempting not to want to look longingly into my Blue/Gray eyes, and get lost in them.
No crying out when I come. Inevitably, I would end up calling out my own name: "OH EDVARD!"
Don't keep pictures of me by the bed. Oh man... not even the one where I'm not wearing a shirt and I'm all sunburned!
That was such a good day for me.
No more spraying my cologne on my wrist so I can bite down on the smell of Me as I'm about to climax.
God... those orgasms were the best!
As time went on the list got shorter and shorter until there was nothing left. It took a whole two showers before his
list went down the drain, along with all the sweat and beautiful semen. In fact, it was while watching his love potion
swirl around the drain before it was lost forever, that he realized how important his own essence was. So why was
he trying to resist himself?
It was only right that he should want to know himself in the most intimate way he was capable of. He thought about how
awesome it would be to see himself through the eyes of a lover. To feel his hard body with their hands.
What a privilege for his lover to anticipate what would be waiting for them as they slid their pretty, long fingers into
the waistband of his boxers. If only he could see his perfectly shaped, baby smooth, 7.5 inch cock spring free from above him.
A brilliant idea began to form as he gave his cock one last tug and closed his eyes to image what it would be like kissing
himself. Those beautiful full lips, with a cut down the center of the lower one from last night's fight.
He bit down on it as he imagined putting his soft tongue into his own mouth to massage his other tongue. He wouldn't
change a thing about him. He was a masterpiece that danced off the canvas into a world that could not be measured against him.
He would need a full length body mirror. One strong enough to withstand a good pounding. Possibly an oak frame would be the best. His body was the size of a great beast after all, and not just any wood could take the full force of his hammering.
He would need to surf the internet for ideas to help him figure out how to design it with a precisely cut, and well crafted orifice so he could penetrate this reflective lover, and get maximum pleasure with ease and comfort. God... if only they made
a life sized fuck doll that was cut from his glorious mold. Then they could lay side by side, as he beat his silicone cock, and his
flesh and blood cock, at the same time.
More To Come