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Kimmy and Cupid's Arrow

With everyone's favorite day of love just around the corner, it's time to trot out the official ErotiKInks holiday hump toy, Kimmy, for her next appearance. When we last saw Kimmy, she was being enslaved and used for the making of Christmas magic. Well, the great thing about Kimmy is that she's a reusable slut that we never have to feel bad for because she's a tremendous cocktease. Well, now it's time for Kimmy to get a dose of love juice and a whole lot more.


Kimmy did not believe in true love. She did not buy into lovey-dovey expressions of eternal affection, symbols of long-term, heartfelt commitment, or soulmates. Most of all, Kimmy did not believe in a cherubic, half-dressed baby with angel wings, who struck people with magical arrows filled with sunshine, candy, and feelings of happiness. Kimmy did not believe in these things because Kimmy was eighteen years old, and those notions were for kids.

What Kimmy did believe in, was masturbating frequently to thoughts of cockteasing men. She did not give in and have sex with these men but got herself off to the thoughts of their blueballs and the image of their painful, swollen erections. Kimmy cockteased her teachers, wearing short skirts and going without panties. She cockteased the delivery men, answering the door in towels or her bras and panties. Kimmy cockteased her brother and her father, laying splayed on the couch in tiny thongs that molded to her plump little pussy. She teased her friend’s fathers and brothers, wearing too-tight tops that displayed her round, balloon-like melons.

Kimmy went to bed on February the thirteenth, after jilling herself to the memory of her father's erection tenting the front of his pants. She'd spent the evening reluctantly doing her chores, but she'd done so wearing only a tiny, lacy thong that was quickly swallowed between the cheeks of her round ass and plump, wet little pussy. She was, likewise, braless and sporting a cutoff sleep shirt that exposed the bottoms of her sizeable melons.

While her father pretended to watch TV, Kimmy dusted the shelves, the top of the TV, and bent to give the baseboards a good wipe-down. These actions, invariably, showed her father the tight, slick little treasure that she taunted him with each day. When her cleaning was done, she gave him a light peck on the lips, leaning forward to do so, and giving him a good look down her billowy top.

When Kimmy awoke, it was Valentine's day. She had school to go to, and there were a great many men, young and mature, for her to cocktease. Therefore, Kimmy put on a short, pink, pleated skirt and a too-tight top. With her older brother still in bed and her father off to work, Kimmy made herself some oatmeal and sat at the table to peruse her social media and get the latest reactions to her many sexy photos.

She was halfway into her oatmeal and giggling at the long list of drooling comments to one of her photos when an annoying buzz by her ear distracted her. She swatted at the mosquito and continued her giggling, but then it came again. Before she could swat at it again, a small whisper at her ear made her jump from her seat.

"Hoppy Vawentine's Day, Keemy!"

Kimmy knocked her chair back and stumbled, caught herself, then looked around in fright. She did a double blink and fixed her eyes on a tiny, cherubic creature that looked like a baby boy with angel wings, wearing a loincloth. The little creature was hardly bigger than a small bird.

"What the fuck?" Kimmy exclaimed.

"Aw ew weady to find twue wub, Keemy?" the little cherub asked.

Kimmy looked around for some sign that she was being pranked but she was alone in the kitchen.

"I'm fucking dreaming," she said and made to sit back at the table, ignoring the cherub.

The stupid thing lighted on her shoulder and said, "Ew don't beweeve in me, but I beweeve in ew! Um hew to hep ew find twue wub!"

Kimmy ignored the cherub, but the sound of his little wings continued near her ear as she rinsed her bowl and set out for school. The awful sound continued as she drove, joined by an annoying little giggle from the thing. She swatted at it again, but the cherub glided away, laughing, only to return a moment later.

"Ew can't fight twue wub, Keemy!" he said.

"You aren't real," Kimmy said, growing agitated. "This is a dream."

It seemed very real, however, because this dream seemed just like a normal day going to school. She even met up with her two cockteasing besties, Allie and Penny, who were drawing lusty looks in their equally skimpy clothes. Neither of her friends made a comment about the cherub on her shoulder, whose wings she could still hear.

She walked with Allie to her first-period class, with the cherub giggling merrily on her shoulder, and feeling as if she might actually be hallucinating. What had been in that oatmeal? She took her seat at her lab table, next to the horrible and gross abomination of a young man, with which she'd been saddled for the semester.

His name was Wilson Grimes, and Kimmy thought that he was the most disgusting lump of flesh that she'd ever had the misfortune to cocktease. Wilson's face was an abhorrent mask of pimples and pockmarks, and his rotund belly sagged from the bottom of any shirt he wore. He had a nasal whistle that grated on Kimmy's nerves. His one and only saving grace was that Wilson was an egghead. Since he couldn't take his eyes off Kimmy's tits, and quite literally drooled over her (another vomit-inducing characteristic) the smitten blob made sure that Kimmy got perfect scores on every assignment and test.

"Hey, Kimmy," Wilson wheezed as he ogled her tits.

Kimmy ignored him.

"Oh, isn't he a dweamboat?" the cherub twittered in her ear.

Kimmy's stomach heaved and she felt suddenly ill. The little cherub fluttered his way in front of her eyes, and then flitted to Wilson, drawing Kimmy's disbelieving gaze in the same direction. A small bow and arrow appeared in the cherub's hand and, before Kimmy could even open her mouth to scream madly at the hallucination, the cherub released his arrow. The little pinprick struck Kimmy in the neck and she slapped at it. The cherub gave a parting giggle and said, "Twue wub stwikes again!" before he faded into nothing.

For an instant, Kimmy felt cold, but then she felt very hot, instead. She looked at Wilson with new eyes, admiring his pimples and acne pocks. Now that she thought about it, they really didn't seem so bad. They were kind of adorable, really. And his belly wasn't all that disgusting. It meant that he was well-fed and probably virile, right? The fact that his tits were nearly the size of her own just indicated that she'd have a little something to hold onto when she rode his cock, didn't it?

Wilson studied her strangely and asked, "What? Do I have another booger?"

He stuffed his finger up his nose, then rubbed at it, and then wiped the finger on his shirt. Kimmy blushed at the super cute little gesture. It was so endearing.

"Um, no," she said, her heart pounding. "I just… oh, never mind."