That Blurred Line of Reality (Joey King)

[Thehouseofweird]

The following is a work of fiction, none of the events have ever occurred. If you take offense to this story, you might be on the wrong site.

That Blurred Line of Reality

By The House of Weird

Staring Joey King

Codes: con, oral, MF, drug mention.

October 2nd, 2020.

Air thick and musty, nirvana playing in the background, a scent of freshly smoked weed with each breath, the tenant of this apartment, a young man in his mid 20's had sat down after a 8 hour shift at work; the only other place he's really been in six months. Sitting up he pulled over his laptop and opened up a page for a new story he'd been working on.

'The Pool Boy'

'By The House of Weird.'

This particular author named Russell, (not real name) kept going over and over what little he wrote under this title, different matchings, different positions, all turning out bland and easy, he knew there needed something to shake it up, some form of passion. Closing that file, he looked over the dozens of unfinished stories he'd left for other projects and have been forgotten over the years. Over the years...

"Dear God." He looked at the date in the corner of the screen. "Four years of doing this."

Sinking back into his spot on the couch, he pondered alone over this knowledge of writing unprofessional erotica off and on for the last four years. He chuckled remembering his first ever work, a dumb fan fiction for a show he used to watch, the girl discovering the art of masturbation. That dumb little piece lead to his next work, and another, and then nothing for a while until he picked it up again, finding site's for proper fan made erotica; this time focusing on the actual celebrities. The ambitions he had so long ago now dwindled out, he wasn't done writing no no no, but his story ideas didn't always land. He looked over the list of projects in his folders:

'Maisie Williams getting drunk at a party' that only went as far as playing beer pong topless.

'Bella Throne fucking a dude on Halloween.' Male Pegging seemed too ambitious for the group of people that visited the sites he published.

'Spider-Gwen starring in porn..' That one was on him just forgetting about it for a while.

Dozens of more from threesomes to a few half completed series, he had a lot on his plate; and not enough time somehow. Face it, Russell knew there wasn't a lot going on being stuck at home, most days, all his food and resources could be bought online or on his way home from work, and there's been plenty of time to use up some boxes of tissues, yet here he sat, eyeing up his latest attempt at a story, and somehow drawing a blank? A tote of his weed, letting it settle before puffing out a cloud. He laid back enjoying the high, his writers block simply a nuance to nic in the butt so he can produce more works, empty out the backlog of he can too.

"Ah...fuck." His mind registered. "I wish there was a way to be inspired." He said to no one but himself in the empty room.

The pipe was empty, he needed some more weed, he looked over the small bag he had on the table, and pulled out a little bit more weed, only to find some small pills hiding within it. Tiny blue pills, almost appearing as Viagra, 'fuck it' he thought, and downed them really quick before taking a swig of his drink. The dealer he went to did mention this particular type of weed was good for increasing, guess he meant the pills lol. Another round of smoking however, and Russell found himself falling asleep on the couch...A ray of light entered his view, his eyes wincing before opening to the morning sunlight shinning down on his face. The smell of bacon filled his nose and a decent stick of morning wood tented his pants. Russell groaned at the sight of morning, yet it took him,another minute to register two things..

1. He felt no headache or side effects of last night.

2. He didn't current have bacon, and he lives alone...so who's cooking bacon?

Lifting his head over the back of the couch, he glanced towards the half kitchen behind him. A mystery woman was by the stove, he couldn't get a good look due to the counter being on the way but he could hear her humming something. She walked over to a cabinet and his eyes went wide as she came into better view. She wore a light pink apron, and nothing else. Her back against him displaying her bare backside to him, the ties to the apron resting around her hips, and her perfect heart shaped tushy staring straight at him. The stove was turned off, plates were shuffling, and as a reflex he ducked below sight on the couch when she turned towards his direction.

"Playing peek a boo I see?" The woman called out to him, he could recognize that voice if only vaguely. "Come on House it's time to wake up."

House? As in his own name? Panicked, he didn't know of what choice he had seeing she could spot any attempt of leaving from her view point, carefully, he sat up on his knees and looked over to her. The woman had her brunette hair down past shoulder length on her front side, the tips reaching just above her breasts which her expertly covered by the apron she wore. In her hands a plate of eggs and bacon, explaining why he smelt bacon to begin with. But her face, to his surprise, was that of Joey King, a actress he'd written on just last May.

"Morning Mr. Weird." She giggled his name.

"What the fuck!?" Russell jumped out of his seat, stumbling back to land on the coffee table.

"Something wrong sir?" Joey tilted her head to the left, a small pouty face being made. "Did you prefer Pancakes?" His mouth opened but words couldn't escape. "Nah you seem more of a Waffle person." Joey set the plate down on the counter. "Juice?"

Joey walked over to the fridge to open it, she bent at the waist to look inside, giving him ample side boob and leg, confirming the apron was the only thing she wore. Russell sheepishly stood up to approach the counter, as he walked he didn't lose eye contact with Joey as she rummaged through his fridge. Her ample ass on full display with a hint of her genitalia poking out from how her cheeks moved. He turned only long enough to look at the plate of eg-Waffle's? The plate now had Bacon and two round Waffles with syrup glazed over them.

"Impressive no?" Joey asked setting a glass of orange juice beside his plate. "Or was my ass too distracting?" She giggled at the thought.

"I...those were eggs a minute ago." He focused on the plate of food.

"I know, I changed it because of your reaction." Said Joey innocently.

"But..but.. There's no way you made waffles that fast. I don't even have a waffle maker!"

"Come on now house-"

"And why are you calling me that!?" He interrupted her, panicked at it all.

"Take a deep breath, and tell me the last thing you remember." Joey lifted her hands in a calming matter, trying to relax him.

"I remember smoking some pot, having a few pills from the bag and I think falling-" He looked up to Joey. "I'm asleep aren't I?"

"See that wasn't to hard." Joey confirmed his answer. "After all, me here, dressed in this." Gesturing to her attire. "Addressing you as your screen name, I'm sorry but it's definitely not real."

"Sadly you're right." Russell leaned forward onto the counter. "This isn't real, and my dreams are more active sexually than when I'm awake."

"Writer's block?" Joey asked.

"Let's just say certain kinks and fetishes are harder to write on without experience."

Joey placed her hands on the counter top, with a carefully placed jump she hopped onto the counter top and shifted her bare ass around until she was facing out and could look at Russell. "What's wrong with learning about those kinks here?"

"Because, it's one thing to dream about them, it's another to actually perform them."

"Do you have any experience with being a lesbian?" Joey asked.

"No."

"Than how come you've written multiple lesbian stories? myself in two of them?" She pointed out.

"Huh..." He stood up straight, walking over a foot to face directly in front of Joey. "My dream my rules right?"

"I would assume that's how it goes yes." Joey pondered.

"So why you specifically? Not that I'm complaining of course." He asked.

"Simple." Joey pulled out his phone out of thin air. "Cause you saw this picture of me." She handed him the phone, a photo of Joey was displayed with her having cooked something.



"And in your mind.." She propped up her left leg on the counter. "Immediately went..." She propped her right leg up too. "Was that dessert must be me." Joey then grabbed hold of the lower end of the apron to pull it up and to the side to rest on her left hip, putting on display for him a hairless pussy dripping wet in arousal.

Russell looked at her in somewhat shock, the folds of her vagina tempting him. "Fuck it." He said aloud and knelt forward to face her loins. Joey placed her hands behind her and on the counter top, bracing herself so she wouldn't fall as Russell's tongue made contact with her clit. Though the scenario was a dream, her moans sounded real, her womanhood, tasted real too. He licked the outer walls before pushing inward, using a technique he learned from personal experience. Her hand played with his ruffled up hair whilst he ate her out, her head tilted back in ecstasy. Russell added two fingers to stimulate where his oral assault couldn't reach, curling them to hit all the right spots. She propped her left leg now over his shoulder, creating a new angle for him to finger fuck her pussy. Her heel pressing against his back gently pushing him forward. Russell then sucked on her clit as a third finger was added to find her G-spot, a feat that was achieved as the dual assault on her pussy became too much and she lightly squirted into his awaiting mouth; so much more cum to follow. He pushed her leg off his shoulder, and stood up till they were at face level, juices across his lips he leaned in for a kiss with Joey, whom she happily obliged.

"Good?" She asked.

"Better than I imagined." He admitted.

"This is your dream silly." She poked his nose with her finger.

"Ah, right." He chuckled. "So now what?"

Joey shrugged her shoulders. "Your dream, your rules. Remember?"

Russell pondered for a second, thinking of what to do. "Move this to my bed?"

"Sounds good then!" Joey hopped off the counter and scurried over and down the hall to his room, her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. Russell quickly followed behind not wanting this dream to end.

Upon entering he was hit in the face with her apron, pulling if off he witnessed the sight of Joey laying on the bed facing him, at last completely naked allowing him to see her front side. Her breasts were larger than he thought, closer to medium sized b-cups in comparison to other photos. Her skin flawless like an angel, and her temptress eyes need to words to tell him to come fuck her. Russell found himself naked as well, when and how he did not know nor care, he just rolled with it and climbed into bed with her. Crawling up all the way, he lined himself up with her pussy while making out with her above. With a stroke of his cock he entered her, moans from both of them filling the air as he entered the tightest pussy he had experienced; even if it was just fantasy. Wrapping her legs around him, they rocked together in unison as they fucked away. His cock filling up her womanhood completely, while in turn her breasts and nipples became play things to suck and nibble on. With every thrust time turned to blur, their actions simple, but animalistic enough to lose sense of reality. At one point they turned over and she rode him for a while, her breasts jiggling and bouncing around with each thrust downwards. They made love for hours. Russell pulled her down towards him, bracing his legs he jackhammered up and into her pussy while she cried in bliss, a primal roar emerged from the depths of him and with one strong stroke he made them both cum. Her eyes shutting and pussy clenching as she squirted into his lap and waist, and his sperm filling her womb and insides till it started to dribble out. Joey lost her hold and fell on top of Russell, he lifted her head up so that they would kiss again. He held her in his arms while his dick remained inside her. Tongues dancing between the two of them as they embraced their post orgasm high.

They lay there for the better end of an hour, warm skin giving them confront atop the bed sheets. Joey's breasts pressed up against his chest, and his cock now slipped out from her pussy, flaccid and nestled against the entrance. Her hair smelling of strawberries, head resting on his shoulder and pressed against his neck. Russell held her close, letting their naked bodies do the talking.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Joey softly asked.

"To have a beautiful woman in my arms like this?" He answered her question with another question. "Yeah, I needed this."

"You do know you'll be waking up soon right?" She said apologetically.

"I know." His tone weekend. "I just need a few more minutes of this."

His eyes grew tired, her embrace tightened to show her comfort. She gave him a parting kiss on the cheek as he drifted away to sleep once more.

"I hope you got found what you were looking for..."

BBBUUUZZZZZZZZZ

A distant alarm rang through the apartment, his head ringing from the weed and pills he took. Russell woke up back on the couch again, clothes still on him and what would appear to be a wet spot in his pants. His laptop sat on the coffee table still open, begrudgingly he unlocked it. 8:57 AM it said the time was, different music playing in the background now, tab still opened at his files. Russell sat up appropriately, rubbing his eyes and trying to remember last night, that dream, that passion...that raw energy between them. He looked at his story, 'The Pool Boy', checking his schedule he had plenty of time before his next shift, so with quick shower, a chance of clothes and a pot of coffee running, Russell took note of what conspired in that dream, whilst notting to ask about those pills, and scurried away typing at the keyboard, letting the words flow by themselves.

Here's to another four years...