Authors: GP Joyner
I bought a few beers and I drank them alone in my room. The day had just begun, but I considered it still late from the previous night, so I didn't judge my indulgence. The alcohol helped me relax, and I went straight to bed. My sleep was the deepest state of unconsciousness I had ever experienced.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside. My skin was smooth, and I felt great. My bliss lasted for a couple days, but then I noticed my body hair had begun to grow again, and I knew what that meant. I have never used heavy drugs before, but I imagined I felt similar to how a junkie might feel in withdrawal. The urge for sex was stronger than anything I had ever felt before, and I had no idea how I would manage to find enough men to keep me satisfied on a daily basis. I was starting to understand what my grandmother was talking about. An active sex life is an intensely time-consuming past-time.
Anticipating what might happen next, I decided to go into the woods and spend the night in the outskirts of the city. I laid in the grass and tried to relax. The starry night almost made me forget why I was there. I felt like I was just camping, and it was beautiful. I fell asleep listening to the wind pass through the canopy above.
I thought I would have nightmares, but the opposite happened. My dreams were delightful, but when I woke up, the urge was still there. I was too tired to do anything, and I was naked and terrified. My dreams had been that I was a feral beast, and upon waking, I began to expect that the dreams had been more real than not. Fortunately my beast stopped in an empty place. I didn't want to be discovered, naked in the forest, covered in scratches. I found some abandoned clothes to cover myself, and made my into town. I was in another city, more or less 400 miles away from where I had fallen asleep.
I learned in school that a grizzly bear can run up to 30 miles per hour, so I reasoned that I must have spent the entire night moving at a rapid pace. My body wasn’t seriously injured, but my deductive logic did not sate my curiosity. I wanted to know what happened. I was lucky enough to find a bank where I could withdraw money using only my fingerprints, so I went to a shopping mall and bought some clothes and a really small supposedly unbreakable camera. I wanted to record my experiences so that I knew what the hell was going on at night.
I returned to the closest forest, and I was actually looking forward to the experience. I bought a huge backpack that my normal self looked weird carrying, but that would probably fit my bear self. Maybe she would just rip it apart, but I thought it was worth the try. It would be a relief to wake up naked but with a backpack with some clothes on, maybe even my documents or credit cards. I strapped my camera to my head and I was hoping it would stay there. On the following morning I woke up in a different forest than the two previous ones, but, incredibly enough, my backpack and my camera were still on me. I ran to the nearer internet cafe and checked my footage in a private booth. It was so incredible! She (or I) had been to so many beautiful places.
I was still trying to understand how my condition could be a bad thing. I felt like I was enjoying a life of freedom. On top of that, all the running was already making me slim. I could now eat anything I wanted, without having to worry about exercise, diet, clothes, or cellulite. My lifestyle was immediately transformed, and my shifter backpacking adventures began.
For years, I traveled endlessly. Since I didn't have to spend any money on transportation, accommodation or shelter, the funds my family had left me were more than enough to pay my lifestyle. If I arrived in a city and found an interesting guy, I would enjoy a night or two of raw lust, but it was a choice, not an obligation like my grandma told me it would be. I had never felt so free, and was certain that there was no better life than being a shifter. I was so arrogant, that I believed that if people could pay to have this sort of curse, they would do it gladly.
After some time, my excitement began to fade. My night footages had ceased to be impressive, and even though I could always find a partner for the night, I didn't have any real friends. The loneliness began to be painful. The obvious answer came to me one morning by accident, though you might call it fate.
I woke up inside a university campus and nobody noticed me. Apparently naked girls with backpacks and cameras attached to them are not exactly a surprise in college. I was content with my new location, because I knew guys were easy to find on college campuses, and I could probably sleep with anyone I liked. In order to make my circumstances less suspicious, I decided to enroll in school. I selected a minor in Psychology, to help me get in contact with my inner bear, and a major in Finance, because I was running out of money, and I figured most bankers are animals, so I would fit right into the crowd. All in all, I had a great time.
Campus parties made my nightly man-hunt extraordinarily easy, even though the men I selected didn't always satisfy. I could always justify my morning mess with hard partying. My studies were also fun. I learned a lot about myself, and how the world works. Now I am able to control myself and the others quite well.
After graduating, I managed to live a normal life by working as a home based consultant. The problems of my curse never completely went away. I still felt lonely, even through I had everything that a girl could desire. I kept telling myself that I was this strong independent woman that can sleep with any guy she wants, but I was never able to fall in love. I couldn't even make another person fall in love with me, in spite of my skills in persuasive manipulation.
I felt a hole in my heart that could only be filled with love, and that is when I met Mike. At first, I was skeptical and self-centered, eventually, he melted my heart. At first, he hired me as his consultant. Since I was at the peak of my profession, I was not surprised that a client would ask for my services. At first, we started talking by email and when we decided to meet in person, I was really blown away. He was so kind and intelligent. Most of the men I had been with were boys in comparison.
We met in front of the company´s building and I offered to buy us drinks. I wanted to go straight to business and show him how professional I could be. No dirty business, but actual business -- consultant finance business. I was tired of having relationships that were based mostly and only in sex. Even if I was going to have something with this guy, I wanted to develop an emotional connection first. I wanted to befriend him, and my loneliness pushed me forward.
Mike was different. I was not attracted to his looks or his body; it was his smile and his smell more than anything. Eye contact with this guy caused me to travel to a better place. I felt like I could be spontaneous in his presence, and we always had a lot to talk about.
We could talk about everything and anything. I never thought that I would be able to make a friend quite like him. I was hopelessly in love.
We spent months on the project and nothing physical happened, but I didn't mind. We were able to get to know each other, and I deeply appreciated his company. Eventually, the project was over and I grew depressed. I didn’t know what to do to maintain the relationship. On the final evening of our work, he offered to take me home. I didn’t want this to be a goodbye, and was intensely relieved when he took the initiative necessary to bring us together.
“Good night, Sara,” he said kissing me in the face.
“Good night Mike. It is a pity this is our last evening together,” I said, looking down.
“It doesn’t have to be. Unless you want it to be,” he said in a really cute and shy way.
“I don’t want to. I really enjoy your company,” I smiled, trying to control my enthusiasm.
“Now that we are not working professionals, I think we can still be friends,” he said punching the air and smiling.
“I think we already are, aren’t we?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer.
“What if we could be more than friends?” he questioned.
I sensed some hesitation.
“That would be an improvement,” I said in order to make my feelings clear.
Needless to say, he kissed me.
He didn’t kiss me only with his lips, but with his heart. I didn’t have to think, and I couldn’t think; it was magical. I wanted this moment to last forever and I think that he wanted the same. After the kiss we both smiled and waved good night to each other. I went upstairs, and he went back home. I didn’t want to invite him to my house and let sex ruin everything. I could feel that he also didn’t want to rush into things.
To keep pace, we dated in an old-fashioned way. Mike and I would go to the movies, or have dinner in nice restaurants. I would invite him for picnics, and he would invite me to go to the opera with him; it was amazing, and that is when I realized I was truely falling in love. I know it sounds crazy to fall in love with somebody with so little body contact, but our minds and hearts were on the same frequency. Despite the love that I was feeling, I continued to struggle with the effects of my curse. When Mike invited me to go to his family cottage with him, I was thrilled.
I was done waiting to mount him, and I knew it would be good to have some rural privacy. Our escape would be the perfect opportunity for a bit of steamy interaction, and by now sparks were flying every time we touched. My carnal sexuality could hardly wait until that moment of initial penetration.
The environment at the cottage was amazing. I was impressed by the sound of the waves, and admired the landscape for hours. I was feeling so peaceful, that I forgot why we were there in the first place.
“This place is incredible, Mike! You even have a hot tub in the bedroom with this amazing view to the ocean. I wish I could live here!” I exclaimed, totally forgetting to play it cool.
“Well, we can, but you would probably get bored," he said demonstrating that this landscape was nothing special for him.
We made out, and then I went to the restroom to change while he prepared a bath for us. I came out wearing a black bikini that revealed all my curves, and he couldn’t hide his admiration. His erection was so prominent that actually was visibly embarrassed. I smiled at his self-conscious manner, and walked with confidence towards the bathtub.
"I want to put my mouth all over your body," he said, sharing his desire bluntly.
“Do you want a taste?” I said provocatively.
“Can I?” he asked, doubts obvious in his mind.
“You can do anything you want," I replied. "You kidnapped me here, I am yours now. Giving you pleasure is my current project.”
“I hope that I can do the same for you,” he replied before giving me the best night of my life.
He kissed me passionately and his lips began to move down my neck. I could feel my body relax as I was enjoying the experience. He arrived at my chest and complimented my breasts.
“These are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen," he announced, exaggerating a bit.
“Do you like them? They are yours to do anything you want with,” I replied.
I wanted him to dive in without restraint.
He started kissing my breasts and licking my nipples, gently. Before he could decide his next move, I was already on top of him and his dick was inside of me. Being filled by him felt so wonderful, I had to scream with pleasure. On impulse, I grabbed his hand, put it on my right nipple.
“Pinch me hard!" I commanded. "I want to feel pain. When I am excited like this, the pain feels good."
He obediently did like I asked, but I wanted more.
“Now the left one, but don’t take your hands out of the right nipple. I want you to bite it as hard as you can. I want to feel the mixture of pain and pleasure,” I declared.
I was already delusional with sensation.
He did as I commanded and since he was sure that he wasn’t hurting me, he was able to enjoy my response to his touch. He said that I looked even more stunning now, with my cheeks blushed and my face glowing. I wanted one final thing.
“Now use your other hand to put a finger on my asshole. I am going to come in a few moments, and them we are going to focus on you,” I told him.
I was being a slut, but I didn’t care.
The pleasure I felt by having my anus stimulated by one finger led me to imagine how wonderful it would be to have anal sex with him. My body contorted with the orgasm. Fluids gushed out over his dick, and my screams filled the night air. When he thought that the fun was over for the night, I got out of the tub, knelt down to my knees, and asked him to take me.
He fucked me harder than I had ever been taken before, and I still begged him for more. I understood now how powerful and dangerous this inner bear sexual energy could be. He said that he felt like the luckiest guy in the world, because he had found someone with who he wanted to spend his days and his nights. I wasn’t sure if he was being totally honest, but I melted.
On the morning after he covered me in freshly harvested flowers and made me a breakfast for a queen. We laughed, ate, drank, had a lot of sex and slept. When we were tired of our routine, we would take a walk on the beach, or swim in the ocean. Occasionally, we went to a small local village for a change of scenery. Life was perfect, and I didn’t want to change it telling him that I would turn into a ferocious she-bear eventually, but I knew that conversation would need to take place eventually; it happened sooner than I anticipated.
"Baby, I need to talk to you," he said.