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

Elise dawdled a bit in the bathroom, fussing with her hair that wouldnt seem to behave after her quarter mile dash from one end of the academic quad to the other. With a bit of a grumble, she conceded defeat and took the clips and pins out letting the long, wavy locks spill out over her shoulders. It was rare that she let the silken tresses down she found them rather distracting when they brushed against the back of her neck. The tall blonde smoothed out her deep, purple blouse. The top had a modest scoop neck that revealed her collar bones and that was about itit stopped way before it got to anything interesting, like the modest Cs that adorned her chest. But it fit rather snugly, there was definitely no hiding that she was all woman in all the right places despite her being a runner. Blarghyou dont even look like an athlete, you look like a librarian. Wellmaybe a little bit of a sexy librarian. Even though she wasnt wearing heels today, she was in a skirt anyways. Score one for herwell maybe take that point back, the skirt came right above her knee when she stood and didnt even make it halfway up her thigh when she sat. Yuplibrarian. But in all fairness, they were very- practical clothes. She had managed to run in a skirt without flashing anyone and made good time to boot! Though her speed may have been due to her legs that were rather long and shapely. Tantalizing enough that she didnt really need to wear a 3 inch heel to show them off plus her hips flared out more than enough that they swayed out of their own accord, even without a shoe to force them to. She stared at her reflection for a moment, preening like a peacock before she seemed to realize what she was doing and made a face. Ughwhen the hell did she care what she looked like anyways? She was beautiful, end of story. She didnt need to look like a fashion model or a cover girl, Elise was pretty enough in her own way. So why did she suddenly care that she didnt look a little more like the buxom, scantily clad cheerleader type most meant went foror in her case, a particularly handsome country boy. Stop thinking like that! You dolt! He is your tutee you are his tutor. You do not fawn over boys like that! Besides, Mr. Quarterback probably only dates cheerleaders. And -you-, are not a cheerleader, you are a very proud nerd. And you- do not change for some guy. So go back downstairs and help him with his paper like youre supposed to! Feeling a little better from her self-given pep talk, she finally trotted out of the bathroom and made her way back downstairs to their table. The pink in her cheeks was gone, she looked and felt less frazzled, and was now ready to tackle that Creative Writing assignment with Jake! She slipped into her seat across from him, looking pleased that he had been reading her comments in earnest and seemed to be taking things seriously. But at the words flesh dildo her smile faltered and her skin blanchedmaking her look as though she may be sick or pass out. Her hand flew to the screen of the computer, tugging it so that she was sure that her eyes werent playing tricks on her. But there it was, sure as day be a flesh dildo She was pretty sure she had written Dont be afraid to explain what your are feeling here for the reader. Those big brown doe eyes got even wider at the thought that she had made such a careless and humiliating mistake. There was no way she could have written that! She always- proofread her own comments at least twice in order to lead by shining example. What the hell had happened? The gears in her head began to turn. Elise didnt- make errors like this. Then how had the words gotten there? Well judging by Jakes expression that seemed a little too- innocent, he must have put them there himself. Which meanthe had to know that she wrote erotica! But how could he? She always wrote under a false name. Besides, this piece was new! She hadnt entered it into the erotica writing contest until only a few hours ago But shed had a ton of issues uploading the document before it finally made it in right before the deadline Shit! It mustve stayed open after it uploaded! Fuck you, Microsoft Word.this is all your fault. Y-youII left myprivate piece opendidnt I? And you read it, didnt you? When Jakes innocent expression turned into a massive grin, the color in Elises cheeks flushed bright pink. And to make matters worse, Jake looked at her like he was still expecting her to define what a flesh dildo was! Ituhhas to do wither Elise had defended her writing a thousand times over to her peers and professors. Her advanced ability to write had also affected her ability to speak usually the girl was very persuasive and articulate. Butshed never had to talk about the erotica she wrote before. And now that her deepest darkest desires were revealed, she felt so vulnerable and out of place that she couldnt seem to form a decent sentence! Come on Elise, get it together! Just pretend like it was just another writing assignment. Wellmen cannot have multiple orgasms so I created a world where they could. And in all their never-ending search for pleasure, theyre consumed by it and reduced to these sort of subservient flesh dildos for women. It-its just asort of gender role reversal piece. There, a good college level answersort of. Granted the piece featured tons of double penetration, sex in various positions, sex in many locations including- a stage where the main character had ridden her man like a prized stallion infront of a captive audience of her peers. Oh godthe lead! The lead had been her! Oh nohad he made it to the end where the main character had turned into a horny little slut begging to be fucked? Whimpering and whining and begging for her quarterback to ravish her? Usually the women she depicted in her writing werent like that at allbut after a semester of not getting any, she had written a decadently smutty story to help take the edge off. Her language had been crude, dirty, indulgent filth. Even right now the words were scrolling through her head like the beginning scene of a Star Wars movie and she felt like she was going to die now that she realized every single half baked, depraved fantasy she ever had was now the knowledge of someone she had to sit here with for the next hour and help with his Creative Writing assignment!!!! And it wasnt like it was something they both could ignore! She bit her lower lip as she tried to think, how the hell could she make this less bad? Alright Jake. Since you read it, I want you to critique it. Dr. Strauss will have you doing critiques in class later in the semester, so you might as well get a little practice in now. There, maybe she could make this tutoring session a little less of a mockery by turning some humiliatingly kinky smut she wrote into any other piece of creative writing.