Thread: What is a flesh dildo? (Prince & Javorcek)

Her eyes followed his as he looked down, and she gulped as she saw the outline of his shaft straining against his jeans. That wasbig He certainly seemed to be built in proportion all over. Buthehhe really- did like her story, didnt he. Well that was the core purpose of erotica to turn on the reader. Elise had written it as a safe way to explore her fantasies, and she had submitted it to a contest with the intention of it being used to excite the reader. Had Jake been an anonymous judge, praising her ability to give him excellent masturbatory fodder, shed take it as a compliment. But nowwith him so very close to her and looking into her eyes, she didnt know what on earth to feel. Did she dare to press forward? Or was she just going to be rattled by her nerves. Elise visibly stiffened as his hand came down to rest on her thigh. The sort of familiar, intimate touch was shocking to her, but she didnt push his hand away. Something in her clicked though, pressing her to sit up straighter, to try to make herself look biggerto look less like a scared rabbit as this wolfish man stalked closer and closer to her. Even though in their sitting positions she was more or less the same height as Jake, standing shed probably be only four-ish inches shorter than him, she felt so very small and vulnerable right now. He was strangely articulate in his critique of her work and the blonde couldnt help but listen to him as though entranced. Elise had had an inkling that this boy was smart, though hadnt realized he was this- smart. His critique of her work was so spot on and so put together that she couldnt help but marvel at her change in perception of the quarterback. Elise had totally misjudged him! She had assumed he would give her some bullshit, maybe tease and berate her with this little critique exercise.but his words were well thought out and constructive. And they werent judgmental either. Not like she wouldve apologized for her fantasies anyways, but it was nice that he had an open mind. Y-yeahsomething like that, she squeaked out, eyes growing wide at her horribly simple and nonsensical squeaking agreement about the debasing others which inherently caused the debasing of oneself. What was wrong with her? Snap out of it!!! Why was it becoming harder and harder to think? It probably had to do with her heart rate spiking....the growing heat under her skin, and the wet warmth that was blossoming between her legs. The blush on her cheeks got a little bit brighter as he mentioned the quarterback again. Alrightso the male lead had been based roughly on him, right down to his bright blue eyes and trucker hat. But she was from the city, and it wasn't often that she'd see a country boy. He was just so...manly. The strong jawline, the flannel shirt, the ripped forearms, and no doubtedly well muscled everything else...Jake was rugged and clean at the same time. He wasn't a metrosexual yuppie or a scruffy hipster that Elise so often so on campus. After their first meeting together she had thought he was really cute and would make a good protagonistbut she hadnt known him well enough to write anything other than a stereotypical, grunting jock. But she had wanted her males to be reduced to little more than sex-crazed, aggressive animals in the story anyways. There was so much smut out there about bimbofication, why not some about flesh dildos? Sorry youdidnt like the quarterback. Maybe Ill overhaul his character a bitif I write a sequel. I may be all out of inspiration though Elise smiled, managing to tease just a little bit as she grasped at the threads of control that were rapidly slipping through her fingers. He was so close, so very close to her right now. She could smell his cologne, feel his warm breathand his eyes were so piercing, making her blood boil they were so heated in their desire. She couldnt bring herself to look away, even though she knew that her own brown eyes probably revealed her own lust filled wantthough she was trying her best to keep her composure. Wouldnt you like to know Elise smirked at his final question. The lead in the story only begged after she became addicted to the pleasure the quarterback provided. So maybe it has nothing to do with how horny a smart girl is, and everything to do with how well a quarterback can satisfy her needs. Although she was a mess of emotions, she was stubborn as hell. Even the character she had written had managed to go through two days of rough, kinky, marathon sex before losing herself to the pleasure and turning into just as much of a depraved sex-fiend as her quarterback. Shed be damned if she begged for anything from this boy so quickly. Still feeling like she had a shred of control left in this situation. She leaned forward the last few inches, brushing her pink, pouty lips against his. The tip of her tongue slid out, gliding and teasing along his bottom lip in one delicate sweep before she put distance between them again. Just a few inches once more, enough that she could properly look at him with a pair of challenging brown eyes. Even if the characters I write are based on me, they aren't really me. And I doubt that you'd be able to make me beg for anything.