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I had been working temporarily in the DC area near the Pentagon for a few weeks. While there is an excellent mass transit system in the city, the apartment I was living in was far enough away from the Metro stations that it would take almost as much time commuting to the nearest station as it took me to go ahead and drive into work. I guess if I knew anyone living near me I might carpool, but with the odd hours I worked it was difficult, if not impossible, to work out a schedule with anyone. While at work I shared a multitude of traffic horror stories with almost everyone I ran into.

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I focus all of my willpower on breaking that hand's possession, and it works a lot easier than I expected it to. But something else scares me more. It was squishy and slimy, and when I tried to hold it still, some kind of excretion leaked onto my hand. The answer comes from a wet, squishy noise on the wall of the bedroom that's behind my bed's headboard.

I quickly grab it and tear at it. About ninety minutes later, I get tired and start getting ready for bedtime. I feel like something horrible's about to happen. I unlock my front door slowly and immediately flick on a light. It had been still for a moment, but then it started squiggling towards my legs, and I found myself hurrying home. My father died of a stroke when I was 21, renewing my dedication to my studies.

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Losing control quickly, I reach down towards it, but it apparently already knows what I'm thinking. I grab at the slug to try to move it to my pussy faster and realize something. Giving up on tearing it off, I use my non-possessed hand to cover my pussy. I wake up the next morning feeling strange.

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It looked like a slug, a little bigger than any I'd seen before. When it gets to my hand, the worm crawls up onto it. It comes off easily- it wasn't expecting such a savage assault. With both hands now free, I place my second hand between the worm and my covered pussy, trying to block it. I frantically tug at the slug, but it continues undeterred towards my pussy. Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts?

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I can't help it though. I slip into bed in just a pair of skimpy panties, enjoying the feel of my soft comforter on my naked skin. The slime Slug sex stories gone afterwards, and the smell is almost entirely gone. I nearly pass out from the arousing shock that rocks my body, but I fight it and stay conscious. I love steak fajitas! I wake up several hours later. I arrive at my apartment a few minutes later, a strange dreadful apprehension filling me.

I had held it up in the light of a streetlamp. It was a fluke. No of any slugs in my living room. Even through the sex-hungry haze, I still know that I don't want that slug in me. I try to masturbate as often as possible to alleviate my unsatisfied hunger, but between study time and classes themselves, I barely have time to keep up with my hygiene, let alone a man.

Unfortunately for me, that left very little time for men.

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That slug from the morning had gotten in somehow What if more follow? A slug. What woke me up? But I'm being silly, right? But I don't stop- I can't stop. Register here to post. I opened my hand, letting out a "Yuck!

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I fall asleep quickly I wake up in the middle of the night and look at my clock. Posted Mon 2nd of June Report. My father always had horrible migraine problems, so around the age of 17, I decided to dedicate myself to eliminating that problem. My entire bed and lower body are covered with my dried juices. It moves slowly, off of my hand and onto my inner thigh. After I dry off and get my shit together, I leave to attend my afternoon class on anatomy. I'm so terrified that for a moment, I can't move. I was walking home from classes one night when I felt something plop onto the back of my neck.

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My panic shatter the lustful grip of the sticky slime. It's too sticky. Then I see something behind the clock. The thought enters my head from nowhere, but I remember and can still smell the slimy odor that inspired an hour of masturbation all by itself.

Two agonizing hours of notes later, I leave to go home. I desperately ram three fingers up into my pussy, arching my back as I climax immediately and spray my juices all over my hand.

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The slime from the slug had taken ten minutes of soap and hot water to get rid of, and it left an odd smell clinging to my hand. It informs me that it's three in the morning. As least that's what I tell myself. It slips under my panties with a mind of its own. It slips up onto my hand and I move it over towards my exposed pussy.

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It takes me a moment to notice that my hand- the one I held the slug with- is slightly numb. As well as that, my head feels foggy. I can tell it isn't the same one as before, but it's definitely the same species. I quickly move my hand out and away from myself. My hand starts moving down. I look a the clock and realize that I've already missed half of my classes today.

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As it creeps up and inwards, it leaves slime all over my leg, and I can feel it driving me nearly insane with lust. It slowly crawls onto the floor and over towards my bed. I catch a whiff of the slug smell on my hand and feel an unmistakable jolt of arousal shoot down to my pussy. I sigh in relief. I quickly search the rest of the house.

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I just hoped nobody else would notice it. The slug pauses in confusion, then starts crawling up my arm like nothing happened. One of my hands shoots up by itself and jams four fingers into my mouth and against my tongue, coating it in slime. My possessed one, my left and non-dominant hand, is doing its best to coat my tongue with the slug's slime.

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What would it feel like to have that slime pumped directly into me? The feeling I get when my dirtied hand touches my pussy is indescribable. I run ti the bathroom and throw it in the toilet before it has a chance to stick itself to my hand. I relax and eat some leftover Mexican from a couple of nights ago. As it swirls down, I notice that the water dilutes the slime and keeps the thing from sticking to the toilet bowl. I can't get it off. Three fingers turn into four and my hand is a blur. And suddenly I do.

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It pauses on the wall by the clock and squiggles as if in pleasure or delight. Introduction: She tried to escape, but there were too many Too Sticky: Hi there, my name is Monica. May as well try to cut down on the amount of work I'll need to catch up on. I'm 23 years old and in the process of becoming a neurosurgeon.

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I hope it isn't the slime, but a voice in the back of my head tells me that it is. I reached around and grimaced in disgust as I peeled something off of my neck. I climax over and over, spraying cum everywhere until I pass out after a full hour of endless masturbation. I flush with no hesitation. I wonder momentarily if I should try to shack up with a friend for the night.

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The slugs within no longer felt like slugshe could feel that they were harder and more chitinous now as they constantly moved.

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