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A female friend recently revealed that she reads erotica novels on her e-reader with a staggering frequency. Having never read anything with Fabio featured on the cover, I asked her to send me some passages from the books. She first declined, claiming the e-reader wouldn’t let her copy and paste, but after some persistence, she finally sent me a paragraph of her choosing from one of the books:

‘I can’t hold back. I need…’ His strokes quickened. Deepened. Then Blake shouted and his cock jerked inside of her. He groaned when she squeezed his thick shaft with her interior muscles. Enthralled with his primitive response, she didn’t notice his hand dipping between her legs until he started lightly thrusting again in time to his stroking finger.

I asked her what happened next. I got back this: 

‘Come for me.’ He canted his pelvis, changing the angle so the head of his cock rubbed inside on the spot below her pubic bone. Willow lost it. Her pussy and clit pulsed together, sending her into an orgasm that robbed her of breath. Through the sexual haze floating over her she felt Blake place his hands over hers on the rail. He murmured, ‘Now I know.’

Then I told her to make up the next paragraph. She complied and this made its way to my inbox:

He murmured, ‘Now I know … what makes you come undone.’  Willow, sated and reveling in the orgasm that just shook her to the core, she cannot help but wonder what other tricks Blake has up his sleeves.

Then she told me it was my turn. I obliged:

Blake lingered at the edge of the bed, glancing back at a thoroughly ravished Willow. She gathered up the sheets around her heaving bosom as he stretched and exhaled, pleased with his performance. “We’re done?” she asked with a hint of dismay. Wordlessly, Blake reached under his bed, producing a can of gasoline. Willow’s eyes widened, partially out of shock and of fear. Reaching under the bed again, Blake’s hand emerged toting a hefty aluminum case. Along the side, in chicken-scrawl handwriting, “Gas powered vibrator” was marked in faded ink. Without glancing at  her once, Blake clicked open the case and smirked. “This is going to be fun,” he spoke softly as he began to unfasten the fuel tank cap on the device.

Her turn (it took me asking twice, since she didn’t know how to expand on a gas powered vibrator):

Willow trusted Blake and just seeing his hands on the can of gasoline instantly ignited a flame deep within her loins.

After severely chastising her for supplying one, measly weak-ass line, it was my turn:

Blake pulled the starter handle on the vibrator as his shoulder muscles bulged against the tension of the string. The motor sputtered twice before roaring to life. Willow’s irises widened ever so perceptibly as she heard the loud humming and saw the frenetic, pink rubber phallus inching towards her. Blake pulled back the sheets and edged her legs apart with his. Willow’s pelvis instinctively arced towards him, her clit glistening with her own juices. Her knuckles, already white from gripping the sheets so tightly, blanched even further as Blake made his final approach. Her nipples hardened into tiny towers, gyrating around in the air between them. Her mouth agape, soft moans and sighs escaping the space between her lips, her breath quickened in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Suddenly…

Her turn: 

Suddenly, Willow felt Blake put the vibrator on her pink, wet folds. Knowing Blake was giving her this pleasure made her more wet by the moment. The first touch made her crave all this next experience had to offer. Willow let out a throaty whimper ‘Deeper.’ Blake slid the vibrator in inch-by-inch observing the orgasmic pleasure each plunge created on Willow’s womanly body. Her eyes squeezed shut, skin flushed a deep blush the soft moans ensued. Blake teased her with a few more dips into the depths of her pussy before settling the tip directly on her throbbing clit. Willow came unglued as she felt all of the blood rush out of her head, her back arched, toes curled and Willow screamed with pleasure as an orgasm reverberated through her loins…. 

And, finally, my turn again:

Just as Willow came, Blake wanted a turn. He dropped the device beside the bed and positioned himself above her, his penis like a hardened stinger ready to strike. This would be the sexual encounter to end all sexual encounters and he knew it as the veins running the length of his massive shaft flickered with the blood now coursing through them. Willow tugged at it, begging Blake to enter her. “You really think you can handle this?” Blake cooed in her ear.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

 ”You sure?” Blake asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied quickly.

 ”I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“Dude. Asked and answered,” Willow said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

“You just made that face again.”

“What face?”

“The one I keep telling Dr. Schwimmer about in couples therapy. The one that makes me feel inferior.”

“Oh, come ON, Blake.”

“I’m serious. It really hurts my feelings and makes me not want to open up to you anymore.”

Blake was now lying beside her on the bed. His erection was slowly receding.

“I didn’t mean to roll my eyes. It’s just… sometimes you overdo it with the ‘Are you ready?’ talk and it’s no longer a turn on; it’s a turn off.” Willow bunched the sheets around her now less-than-heaving chest and gazed vacantly at the ceiling.

“Well staring at that face you always make is the bigger turn off.”

“You know it’s just my face. I can’t help this. God, why are we having this discussion AGAIN?” Willow asked rhetorically, but Blake, face flushed red with anger, was ready to answer her.

“Because you never consider my feelings,” he sputtered. “It’s always about you, Willow. Willow this, Willow that, Willow wants to go here, Willow needs to get that. WILLOW IS A STUPID NAME ANYWAY.” He shouted this last line, and had sprung from bed, now standing stark naked across from her. His penis had pulled a turtle and shot straight back up into his body. It looked a little funny from Willow’s angle, and she barely stifled a giggle.

“Oh great, bitch. Now you’re going to laugh at me?”

“BLAKE. You know you are NOT allowed to call me names like that. Dr. Schwimmer says it’s very unproductive.”

“Fuck you, Willow. I’m going to masturbate.”

(I thought it should be a very real sex scene.)