As you'll notice, the next installment of,
The Test of True Pleasure, has a very different point of view from Parts 1 and 2. I thought it would be interesting to mix things up a bit. I also think it's time we learn a little about "your" mystery lover.
Here's a sneak peek at the opening of the story. This is still the first draft, so be nice! I just thought you may like a little tease!
"His cock pumped in and out of her
furiously. She could feel his sweaty body rubbing against her skin.
It felt wet and gross. She could feel his breath on her face. It
smelled like garlic and onion. She rolled her eyes then rolled him
off of her. She thought that climbing on top him may turn everything
around. It didn't.
As she ground her body against his, all
she could think of was how he looked more like a beached whale than a
man. He wasn't fat or anything. In fact, he was the opposite, but he
barley moved under her. He went right from fucking her furiously to
laying on the bed like a rag-doll. She figured maybe she could shut
him out and make the best of the situation.
Her mind flashed images of Channing
Tatum, George Clooney, and Ryan Gosling. She felt herself smile a
little. Thinking of those three together with her at once made her
wetter than the slobbery piece of meat below her.
However, even those men couldn't keep
her concentration. Her mind began to wander as she haphazardly fucked
the under-performing penis below her.
Has it come to this? Is this all there
is?
She had grown tired of all of this.
She'd meet men out and about and they were perfect. They were always
kind, and generous, and very gentlemanly. However, when the clothes
came off, they turned into slobbering fools. No man was able to
satisfy her urges. Her needs. They all just used her to get their
cocks off. That would have been ok, if they were good enough to get
her off as hell, but hardly any of them could.
She had, at times, thought that maybe
she was a lesbian, but even though sex with females was great, she
had no emotional connection to them. The orgasms felt were just an
extension of mutual masturbation for her. While they were fun, they
were never enough. Men, on the other hand, couldn't give her either
the physical or emotional connection she was seeking.
The loud grunting of the whale below
her stole her away from her thoughts. She looked down and realized
that he must be ready to cum. She quickened her pace, ready for it to
be over, and felt is dick pulsate within her. As she rolled off of
him, they both let out a sigh of relief, and although it was for very
different reasons, they were both glad that it was over."
Let me know what you think! Remember, if you haven't already, pick up Volume's 1 & 2 of the Test of True Pleasure series today!
Mwah!
