Cupideros' Camsathome Stories

By cupideros

Cupideros runs from his true love in the past and present, but will he decide he's had enough sex and marry his one true love Allison. Exciting, riveting Erotica at it's best! --Cupideros

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781105427077

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On Cupiderosbooks.com, Cupideros writes entertaining, enlightened, and intelligent spiritual fiction novels, novellas, short stories, poetry, puzzle, and maze books on sale at www.Shopcupideros.com and designs custom videos and graphics at cupiderosgraphics.com.  On Abyssarianism.com Cupideros demonstrates the pragmatic, practical Religious-Philosophical Self-Awareness and Other-Awareness of Abyssarianism. 

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Cupideros' Camsathome Stories

Cupideros’ Camsathome.Com Stories

Cupideros, Saturday, March 05, 2005

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Dedication:

These 38 short stories are dedicated to

The Great Goddess in Heaven,

And:

Allison, Nikita, Vanessa, Monica whose beauty, grace and personality inspired the idea for a story collection.

and

Also to the girls in these stories

and

Those beautiful girls who have entertained at camathome.com.

Copyright © March 05, 2005 by Cupideros

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems now known or hereafter invented--except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews--without permission in writing from its author. Cupideros.  Inquiries should be addressed to [e-mail].

Cover design by Lulu, Inc.

Book design by Lulu, Inc.

ISBN:  978-1-105-42707-7

First Edition, 2005

PART I.  THE FAR PAST

TRAINING OF CUPIDON

(For Romanian Swedish)

Before green-eyed, blonde Swedish was born on earth.  She was Cupidon—the sister of Cupid.  That is why whenever someone sees Swedish they trip over their feet.  It does not matter whether they are on a boat, in a train, on bike, in a plane or even riding in a car; guys trip and tumble for the stunning beauty of Swedish.  Her innocent Moon-face and peach-colored skin drives men into utter silence and awe.  I’m immune to her beauty being Cupidon’s older brother.  Although you wouldn’t know it since I go around in my three-year to six-year-old boy form of wing, bow and arrow fame.  We’re both always nude because love hides nothing.  Cupidon scampers around in her ten-year-old form mostly.  Some days, she uses her 18-year-old form.

Cupid what’s this ice cream cloud for? The ten-year-old blonde Goddess Cupidon asked.

It’s a donut cloud, for your training.  Mom says it’s time you learn your job.

I learn your job.

No—you’re only my backup, Cupidon.  Don’t let things go to your head.

Not what Venus said!

Listen.  I always had the love job.  Mom and I discussed this before your birth.

You knew I was going to be born?  Unfair.

Gods have more powers because we behave better.  I pointed to the blue sky inside the donut cloud probing the earth.  This cloud is a window into their crude world.

That’s why we exist, Cupidon said, fluffing her wings.  Her nude teacup breasts turning a pinker blush tone.

Yes.  We can see who wants to be in love, is in love, who has fallen out of love, who is afraid of love.

Who wants to be married too?

Married! I took out my bow and aimed at a guy sitting behind a computer gawking at a www.camsathome girl.  Who . . . is . . .  Zzzzzzzzzzzzinggggg!  Talking about marriage, Cupidon?

I am.  She said proudly with a swivel of straight hips and her hands caressing her tummy.  Mom says I’m to bring marriage in love.

Bull’s eye.  Right in the chest.

In his heart?

No his chest, opposite side of his heart.  The guy countenance changes and he sees the camgirl as the most wondrous person on earth.  See.

Why he’s wanking! Cupidon said bashfully.  That lust.  Not love.

Where do you think love starts?  In a guy’s mind?

In his heart.  That source of all life on their earth. Cupidon slow danced with herself

I’ve been meaning to talk to Venus about this, marriage thing.

My Goddess duty is secure, Cupid.  Mom said so, after you were born.

You irritate me, Cupidon.

That’s what little sister are for.  Get over it and train me.

If you knew something about sex, the training would go faster.

We can have sex together, Cupid.  We’re Gods after all. We get special privileges.

Hmmm.  I don’t know.  I suppose.  I’ll be right back.  I left Cupidon standing on the heart-shaped floor floating in the sky in our heaven.  She studied the couple moving inevitably closer and closer together.

Hello.

Cupidon shocked eyes examined the 27-year-old man.  By the beauty of Venus, who are you handsome stranger?  Cupidon said in obvious girl-flirt mode.

I am 27-year-old Eros.  I from the Greek Pantheon down the street.

Cupidon positively swoon a bit, Eros.  Such a masculine sexy name.

I’m single too.  I went on and on until it was time for Cupidon and I to make love.  As long as she didn’t know, what did it matter?  She could be true to her office and feel free of my instructions at the same time.  Yes.  It’s a tricky thing being a God sometimes, but the rules are the rules.

I’m in the mode for love.  She walked over to Eros.  I love older men.

My dear.  The flames of love heightened the senses.  I smell your sunflower perfume.  I want to consume you with my love, but you are way too young.

I can fixed that.  Cupidon figure transformed into her 18-year-old form.

34-23-36!  I am in amore.  Love your bubble peach butt, Cupidon.  I must show you the world through my eyes.

Cupidon threw her arms about my neck.  She picked up her feet.  Hanging about me.  Her B size 34-inch breasts still had puffy caps for my nipples to move against.  I smiled down at the snoubiti, nubile woman.  Love is like a circle.  I spun her about.  The mutual panoramic view transforms the souls into one.

Eros!  That’s lovely.

I materialized a wide bed, white silk sheets, thick fluffy love cloud bedding."

I love the scattered rose petals, Eros.

Roses are for love and I shall lay you upon them as we join our circles.

I raised her up and took two steps to the bed.  I lay her down upon it.  She released my neck and pick up rose pedal and inhaled its fragrance.  I want you, Eros.

Like you’ve wanted no other man, Cupidon?  I had to make sure.

Positively.

There on the heart shaped floor in heaven, in my chamber of love, I lay down on the bed with Cupidon.  The fingers, Cupidon, are arrows.  If I touch your nipples like so, you will feel my prick.  You will want to open up and let me inside you.

Cupidon swoon.  All the way inside my 18-year-old body, Eros.

The tongue is an arrow and on the tongue are thousands of taste buds arrows of love.  If I lick your lower lip like so, and I French kissed Cupidon, You will let me move inside you, repeatedly.

I am yours, Eros, yours!  My handsome older man.

The skin, the largest organ on the body, are arrows, Cupidon.  If I touch your skin with my skin, you will feel my love all over.  I caressed her with my legs, arms, chest, fingers, feet, tummy and my harden tool of passion.

Is your dick an arrow of Love, Cupidon asked.

My penis is the most proper love arrows for with it I shall find your cervix bull’s eye and leave a tiny mark that could last for all eternity.

Ha ha ha.  I’m totally protected from pregnancy, Eros.  Cupidon spread her legs.  But you’re welcome to do your best.  I am madly in love with you.

I positioned myself on my side facing her.  I positioned her on her side as well.  Lift one leg, Cupidon and we shall be as arrow and target, flame and light.

Get in there already, Eros!  I’m wet and open and ready!

Cupidon had her left leg raised high in the air.  I slipped my leg between hers and plucked her target in a swift gentle motion.  Ahhhhh.  Love.

The passions burning the world.  My Eros!

We moved and touched sending all of our arrows into each other, eyes, nose, skin, our ears listened to the moans of one another until at last we were flameless.

Cupid!

I heard mommy Venus calling, coming into my abode. 

Cupid.  I hopped up and quickly ran to the east my form fading, fading until I disappeared, invisible.  Cupidon lay on the bed as I stood there.  Mom threw back my white curtains decorated with hearts pierced with a single arrow.  I quickly realized I had to remove the bed.  I swished my hands, Cupidon fell naked on the heart-shaped floor.

"Cupidon.  Have you seen, Cupid?  I’m getting love complaints again.  What!  What’s a Goddess doing on the floor?’

Cupidon jumped up.  Oh I slipped, mom.  She walked over to Venus.  I fell in love too, you might say, mom.  With the lovely boy, Eros!

Venus played with her blond curly hair.  Eros.  Where have I heard that name before?

Cupidon jumped up and down, now back in her 10-year-old form, He’s from the Greek Parthenon down the way.

You mean the Heaven down the way, Venus corrected.

Of course, yes.  He’s manly.  Mature."

Dear, Cupidon.  You are . . .in love.  She walked about Cupid’s room.  But your brother has work to do.  Where is he?

Cupidon still hugged herself, I don’t know he’s deciding a question.

I reappeared, I’m here, mom.  I walked over to Cupidon.  We’re just beginning our training.

Have you stopped seeing, Psyche? Venus tore into Cupid.

The surprise expression on my face gave me away, You know about me and Psyche?

I’m the Goddess of Love.  I do my duty.

I’m going to marry her, mom.

Ha ha ha, Cupid.  No.  You’re not.  She walked to the donut cloud.  Look how much work you have to do.  This guy’s still wanking.  He’s not even closer to loving that camgirl.

He is too.  I’m using a simmer arrow.  It takes time.

And what about the other cam sites, dating sites, whorehouses, mail order brides—

Cupidon and I were discussing that.  Seems she wants people to marry.  I just want them--to love.

Venus smiled at me.  I secured her good grace again.  Yes.  Love.  That is your job, my little baby bear.

Cupidon cast me an angry glare.  Mom!  What my role then?

You’re my youngest child.    You make them want to marry.  Cupidon looked confused.

I on the other hand wore a smug face.  See.  Cupidon, Love always comes first.

The fury on Cupidon face shouldn’t be described to mortals. 

When do they get married?

Cupidon, Venus said, using a soothing mommy voice.  You’re secure just like we said.  When they fall in love.  You judge the couple and decide if they should get married.

Ha! Cupid, there!

Wait. Mom!  I decide if they should fall in love.

And Cupidon decides if they should marry.  Venus took out her mirror and peered inside.  It’s simple, no man wants to get married.  Hence you, my naughty boy are the Love God.

Cupidon put her hands across her chest, Every girl wants to get married.  So, I shoot the marriage arrows.

That’s unfair!

Cupidon quickly answered, Gods have special privileges, Cupid.  Remember?

But. . . but . . .—

Venus dissolved her mirror.  She stared into my eyes.  You keep things stirred up.  The most harm that can happen is the mortals make more babies.  We always need more souls to learn the lessons of the Gods albeit in a more cruder fashion.

And I, Cupidon, shoots the men with marriage arrows.

The men! I was getting angry.

Cupid.  Cupid. Venus interrupted.  It’s orderly.  You shoot both sexes with love.  Cupidon shoots only the men with marriage.

But—but.

No buts about it, Cupid.  Get back to your work and no more complaining.  I had it up to my pretty earrings with your complaining, especially after that Paris incident.

Nan nannanna, Cupidon said, poking her little pink arrow in my direction.

I backed away from Cupidon, You keep that away from me, Mom!  I won’t be able to do my job.

Cupidon behave.

I faked like I disappeared down the donut cloud into the mortal world, but I stayed there to listen to their girl-talk.

Venus continued talking to Cupidon, but cast her eyes to the West.  Where I stood watching in abject horror, What will happen to all those who should be in love, just love, not marriage if Cupid is engrossed with Psyche?

Cupidon fondled her smaller marriage arrow.  Eros showed me what Cupid wants people to feel.  Then Cupidon held her Beautiful B Tah-Tahs, her pink arrow spinning in mid-air.  I’ll make sure my older brother loves, loves, loves.  Even if he is still married to Psyche.

Poor Psyche!  I told Cupid to stay away from her.  I suppose he couldn’t help it with your marriage arrow stuck in his butt."

Cupidon shot me!  One of her poisoned marriage arrows in my butt! No.  No, I thought.  I couldn’t be.

Cupidon demonstrated how she shot the arrow.  I shot him properly between the left and right sides of his tiny boy heart.

Venus threw up her hands, Raising children is so hard.  As long as he continues to work; I don’t like being bothered with trite love request.

Yes, Mother.  Cupid will work, Cupidon walked around her eyes closed thinking of Eros holding her, kissing her, loving her.  Cupid’s love for people to be in love will burn so bright.  It will threaten to consume all of the stones in Rome below.

Oh, Dear.

Yes, Mommy Dear.

The End

PRINCESS ARWEN OF THE LONG HANDS

(For Romanian Arwen)

After the power failure in my apartment, next I knew, Carl Orff's Carmina Burana opening Fortune, Empress of the World, O Fortune chorus was playing. I dressed in golden armor with red plume helmet, sat astride Dare, a silver-hoofed black mare with silver bells woven into her mane.  My valet, Aro, tossed me a jousting pole.  Dare reared up on two legs.  Whooa, Girl, I said.   The pole’s end oddly shaped like a penis. 

The Rules, Dark Prince.  Every suitor of Princess Arwen of the Long Hands carries one.  

The Rules!  The Magic Forest! I shouted angrily as I galloped out of my white castle and over the moat bridge.   Nothing shall stand in my way, Aro! Neither Trickery, nor treachery shall prevent me from Princess Arwen’s hand.  Ayee! Dare.  Dare’s hooves thundered on the ground.  I increase speed and soon entered the Magic Forest.  I halted.  A several slithers of sunlight trickled through.  I heard creepy sounds as I advanced slowly.  A fog rose and the ground sank like a freshly dug cemetery.  O Fortune chorus blasted in my ears.  Dare whined when a black panther leaped across the road ahead.   "I’ll not have competition bigger than Captain Standstiff (my dick) distracting me.  I tossed the obscene pole away.  No sooner had I done so, the forest cleared before me.

****

In two hours, namely 16:00 PM, I arrived at Castle Emohatsmac’s odd flat and straight six-story structure.  I entered the castle walls. 

It’s the Dark Prince, said a lady dressed in a long red dress.

He’s slept with all the women, save the Queen and their youngest eighteen-year-old daughter, Merinda, said another young lady.

I dismounted.  I tied up Dare.  Many guys waited, some in armor, some in rags, some in merchant clothes.  All wanted to rescue Princess Arwen.

An entire year for one girl to be married? complained an old washerwoman. Why doesn’t she get on with it.

I walked up to the line of men.  I walked pass the line. A strange Lady Cat of human size, D size hooters and yellow fur covering her body, stood in the doorway, kept saying two words to each man, Private or Public.  I couldn’t hear the men’s hushed answer, only their curses when they left.  Damn choose the wrong answer. 

O Fortune music stopped playing in my ears.  I reached the Cat Lady.  The most beautiful brown eyes adorned her gentle and serene face.  Private or Public.  Public is less risky.  You can still save the Princess. 

Private.

Cat’s moaned response possessed a hint of jealousy.   But she let me in the castle anyway; told me to leave my armor inside the door.  I threw my armor on the huge stack.  Cat lady gave a sardonic smile.  Inside, a tall wiry body woman named, Cira, with thick, midnight hair, rushed up and asked me, Watch.  Have fun with my video, Baby!  Then she licked her palm and blew me the sexiest kiss I’d heard in years.  Although her large soft curves in all the right places tempted me, even though I wanted to squeeze her 34C boobies to bang her better, for hours, doggy-style, pulling that thick black hair of hers, making her squeal in her husky voice, Cum!  Baby Cum in me, Dark Prince! I refused.  I walked with her pass this room where all these guys sat clued, wanking off, pants at their knees surrendered, watching a tiny black box.  The healthy looking guys sat in the last rows.  Strangely sick pale and thin guys wanked hard in the middle chairs.  The skeletons in the front row still would be wanking if their penis hadn’t turned to dust.  Cira winked, Go, and she let me pass inside another door.  I reached a huge dinning hall filled with people intimate with the King Renrew and Queen Aidua-lcssim.  Noble ladies Lafontaine, and Jinx, her sister, were present.  Their friend, Silvana, too, knew the King and Queen.  The food allotment for this occasion demonstrated their wealth.  Everywhere and in every variety, meats, vegetables, soups and drinks.  Gypsy music flooded my ears.  The hypnotic beat made me want sex.  The crowd raised their voices.  Finally, a survivor of the magic forest, the Cat Lady and Cira’s erotic dance. 

I bowed before the parents of Princess Arwen.   

Congratulations.  Dark Prince Cupideros, offered King Renrew.

Our second daughter churns for a suitor, said Queen Aidua-lcssim.

I’m the Prince—for your daughter.

‘That is yet to be determined, they both said, chuckling, First we eat."

All manner of fried and baked meats, stir-fried and broiled vegetables, breads and soups populated the table. A moon-faced servant girl, smelling like sunflowers, whose emerald green eyes twinkled, came forth.  She had the body of Venus and a short ponytail of sunlight.   Her breasts sat high.  Below her narrow waist, a bubble butt any girl would die to possess.  The girl brought tray after tray of nourishment.  Each time she leaned forward so that her leopard bodice gave an amble view of her puffy nipple charms.  Try one, she said.  Then she pirouetted away and her butt would ripple under her leopard mini-skirt and she’d bring another tray.   Or try two of these!  The entire dinning hall held their breaths waiting for my response.

Each time I specified:  I’ll try one lamb chop.  Or I’ll take two mangos, please.  My eyes neither lingered, nor leered.  I rejected Captain Standstiff’s raging protestations to ogle her.  Although, I wanted nothing more than to violently swipe away all the food placed before me and replace it with the food of the flesh.  This Goddess Diana in the flesh.   My instincts said, sex freak in bed, except for anal.  I wanted to remove her bodice and mini and show her the animal inside my pants and the inside my lustful heart.  Finally, the crowd erupted in laughter and applause.

The King said, Okay, my third daughter, Swedish, has bewitched quite a few men who dinned.  You passed.

The Queen clapped her hands twice, And now Princess Arwen.

A rush of celebratory music filled the hall and a train of 12 beautiful women, each more beautiful than her predecessor, all dressed in satin, silk and gauzy colored garments came forward in a double line.  Inside the line, at the end of this unimaginable train of gorgeous women from the land of Romania, followed the long brunette hair and blue-grey eyed Princess.  Two thin tendrils of hair traced the oval shape of her face.  The rest of her hair pulled back behind her ears.  Dressed in layers of sheer, her