My Ex-Girlfriend is a Clone: A Work of Erotic Fiction
By: Randy Stephens
Tags: Fiction Series, Sex, Erotica, Fiction Writing, Dark

My Ex-Girlfriend is a Clone: A Work of Erotic Fiction

There was something … different. I knew not what. Her body felt the same against mine. It felt nice. Warm and welcoming like most female bodies are. I ran my hands over her back. Her neck. Her hips. Gently squeezing her calves. Soft, yet a tad plump. Perfection. Her flesh. I lifted her hand off the mattress. Examining her fingertips. Sparkling silver nail-polish. Just under a week old. It was my favorite of all the ones Amanda used to wear.

Taking the hand in mine, I cupped her palm over my mouth, kissing it in the center. Savoring the warm-moistness of her skin.

Yes … skin. Her skin. Warm … tender skin. Lush, soft and smooth. Like warm silk. This was a perfect copy. A perfect … body-double.

Whilst kissing her moist lips, I ran the tip of my finger over them.

If there was a clue to be had, it will lie there. I let Amanda’s body fall down onto the mattress, unzipping her jeans and slipping them off. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

As Amanda was now lying on her back I began to mount her, half grasping/half squeezing her tits in the process. Back before the break-up and even during our post-relationship um … “fuckscapades” … she practically hyperventilated in ecstasy each and every time I wrapped my large hands around those breasts.

I unbuttoned her blouse. Then slipping my hand under back, I lifted her torso towards me and slid the sleeves off of her. One arm at a time.

Oh, my GOD, those TITS. Large-dark nipples. Undulating JUST ENOUGH. I gently let her fall backwards onto the sheets. Her head hit the grey pillow with a soft thump.

Then I looked down, and glared into her eyes. Yes, her EYES. They were still open. Still the same glamorous and intoxicating gaze.

Yes … swift and soul-piercing. There it was. The same evil-cunning.

The eyes were what I fell in love with. But her gaze had caught me first.

And THAT is what I had fallen in LUST with (among other things).

There was no difference.

This isn’t my ex … I thought. What am I missing here?

She was definitely hot like the other one was … Five foot four. “Fun-sized,” as they like to say on all the social-networking sites now. Medium length blond-hair with that ultra-hot cosplay coloring in her bangs that she HAD to have known was going to drive the men absolutely bat-shit CRAZY.

The blossoms were in her cheeks. Her skin had that same glossy-shine in the lamplight. Perfectly toned shoulders and hips from her regular visits to the gym.

(The same gym we both attended before the toxic and dramatic break-up.)

Generously thick (but not fat), legs, calves and thighs that without fail, always seemed to cause a wonderful cloud of HEAT to settle at the center of my chest for MONTHS even after we broke up.

I lay down on top of her nude body, pressing my enlarged and erect member

against her clitoris. Lacing my fingers through hers, I pinned her hands against the mattress above her head. I took in a whiff of her perfume. Yes … that cheap Sonia shit that they sell at Ross. Magnificent. I loved that stuff … but only on her.

Where did this come from?

For all intents and purposes … she was the same ex-girlfriend that I’d been having ex-sex with for the last five months.

She was the same. But still … different.

It was rather exciting exploring the differences.

I CLAMPED my lips down upon hers. Ah, the warm dampness of her mouth.

Forcing her lower-jaw open, I jammed my tongue into her throat.

And there it was. The last bit of proof that I needed. I would notice others, but this was the CLINCHER. The PROOF I needed that my ex-girlfriend was a hot clone.

I tasted her breath. My own breath became hot as a result.

Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?

She hadn’t used mouth-wash before I had broken into her apartment.

OH, MY GOD, SHE USED TO DO THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE.

She had admitted in the past that it was because it always made me turn into

a wild rabid BEAST just before I started BUCKING inside of her. She loved that.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled us both up

Into a sitting position. Now, to go pleasure hunting.

It wasn’t as if I was really cheating on my ex with her killer. This was more or less her exact duplicate after all. The same person … but not really.

Tossing her limp arms up over my shoulders, I now plunged my fingertips into her hair, clamping my mouth over her neck, getting a whiff of her hairspray.

Suave Extreme from Target. Yep, they thought of everything alright.

Yanking her hair back with playful roughness (Amanda used to melt when

I did that), I clamped my mouth over her neck. Roughly suctioning my lips, gums, teeth and tongue generously over her supple flesh for several minutes.

She remained pliant and docile.

Funny thing. My ex-girlfriend was evil to begin with … She murdered children. She was a vicious evil killer.

And now … this … this DARK SIDE? I always loved fucking Amanda despite what I knew she was. If anything … it ENHANCED my arousal. But this was downright … DEPRAVED…DEMONIC …

With each new realization … fresh new lightning bolts of LUST came crashing through my loins.

It was plain and simple.

This was almost the perfect body double. Amanda had been murdered … By a duplicate. And then … mysteriously … REPLACED.

And now I had the hot body of that replacement in my arms. Her hot body was in my arms.

The intensity of the chance encounter was immense.

I had Amanda-Clone’s legs wrapped around my waist. Now I shoved her slightly back, exposing her vast and inviting pussy to my large cock.

I jammed myself home into hot-Amanda-Clone’s tight clit, and began to

slamming my jack-hammer of a dick into her repeatedly, bellowing moans of satisfaction and excitement to the ceiling. The orgasms erupted like massive

electric shocks, traveling all the way up and down my spinal column.

Now I pushed Fake-Amanda back down on her back, and grasping her by the ankles, pulled her down halfway to the middle of the bed and thrust my large and stiffened dick into her wet and inviting mouth.

OH, FUCK YES. AMANDA WAS GOOD AT THIS,

BUT THIS … IS … OH …

OH, MY GOD …

FUUUUUUUCK … THERE’S NEVER BEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS.

EVER.

OH, GOD, AMANDA-COPY, MY EVIL CLONE EX-GIRLFRIEND …

“Let’s go exploring. Are you who you’ve been saying you are, lover?”

With Amanda lying still on the mattress, I reached over and rifled through her purse, retrieving her phone quickly. The password hadn’t been changed.

“Interesting,” I whispered. Obviously she wanted to continue passing herself

off as the original Amanda. Changing her password would have been a dead giveaway. Hmm … lol. Dead giveaway. No pun intended, hah.

And sure enough, right at the top to “Black Command OPS HG:”

“Hey, what’s up? I took care of it. Target has been acquired, neutralized

and replaced. Now casing William, the hot ex-boyfriend.”

This 21 year-old-girl was nothing more … than a body without a soul.

And here I was …FUCKING HER … And loving it.

“A body without a soul,” I blurted out, as I came in her mouth for the fifth time. “My sweetheart, clone-ex-girlfriend.”

My vanilla-yogurt-colored cum was still dribbling down her lips and chin.



Four hours and probably several more orgasms later, I had splooged twelve times. I didn’t think I had that much cum in me.

This one’s a keeper. — I thought to myself with an aura of sardonic and wicked irony. I’d like to make a habit of this.

I’d like to keep getting laid …

And who better than the hot evil bitch clone of your ex-girlfriend that killed your hot evil ex-girlfriend?

I soon followed her into dream-land.

Body without a soul or not.

This body would be mine.