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

Jake gave his typical, innocently lady killing grin to Elise as she walked up. He pretended to not know what it did to women, but he secretly loved flustering them with it. He eyed his tutor and noticed she seemed out of breath and her cheeks flushed, almost flustered already! It actually made her look more attractive, he realized as his grin widened into a normal smile. He'd met Elise briefly before classes started. She'd seemed rather bookish at the time, with those glasses and a conservative outfit, rather pale and slightly reserved. Tonight, panting and rosy cheeked, she seemed much more animated and passionate. It was a nice change in appearance that made him reconsider her athletic yet still slightly curvy body that she was masking again in some 'comfort' clothing. Jake was used to more of the cheerleader types, lots of make up, hair always done, slutty clothing and very outgoing in their interest in him. Girls like Elise tended to blur into the background, but she popped out at him suddenly for some strange reason. Maybe it was because he so desperately wanted to hear what she thought of his little story. It was irrational, but this girl's opinion mattered to him suddenly as much as his coach breaking down his previous game. How was that possible?! He shouldn't care that much about schoolwork! Hey Elise, I thought my story was so bad you'd given up on me! Jake joked flashing a smile. Elise seemed apologetic and snapped into quick action as she set up her laptop and started to spout a flood of comments and commands. So confident and assured when she was back in her realm, Jake suddenly found her assertiveness rather compelling. He liked that this apparently mousy girl was trying to take charge and bossing him around like she was a teacher! And then she was gone, leaving him begging to ask more questions. Were her compliments real, or just the typical nice bullshit she said to anyone even if they wrote a complete turd? Was the amount of mark-up on the screen in front of him horrible, like a seventh grader trying to write an essay level, or normal for a draft? Shit, just tell him if he was any good! But, he was left stewing alone, scrolling through her changes, questions and suggestions as he read his own prose with a resigned air. He hated rereading his writing. After a while even the most tortured and awkward sentence sounded right and he lost all perspective. God, it was painful and he suddenly regretted this stupid course and his horrible, embarrassing attempt to write. Jake wasn't snooping around on purpose. Not initially at least. But as he took a break from reading his paper, he saw another document open behind it. Mostly obscured, the last sentence on the screen was visible and what caught his eye were the words wet pussy. More specifically, the fragment of a sentence that ended with into my wet pussy. Unable to control himself, he clicked over and his eyes went wide. It was a dirty story, a very dirty story it looked like. And since it was in an open window on her computer, Jake could only assume Elise had written it. Wow. Miss proper, slightly nerdy, English major liked to write smut. Jake's pulse quickened as he scrolled to the top and started reading. It was some kind of alternate reality erotica piece about a college where women could use men as flesh dildos. Men were essentially treated like pets, doing all the college sports activities for the enjoyment of the female undergraduate community, who could then use them for personal pleasure as a reward for classwork or other more scholarly activities. Elise's character, a nerdy English major hmm that was suspicious, had won first place in her class exam and got first pick of a man for the weekend. She chose the star quarterback on their team and evidently proceeded to fuck him in extremely filthy detail in a creative and quite exhaustive range of positions, locations, venues and styles over the next two days. Really quite imaginative and well written. And of course, extremely fucking hot Jake decided as he realized he was fully hard in his jeans and causing quite a bulge. He'd just got turned on reading his tutor's feminist porn story! Seeing her returning, Jake quickly closed the window and took his trucker hat off, trying to place it casually on his thigh like he wasn't trying to hide a massive boner. Thinking quickly, he typed something on the document before leaning back. Glancing up at Elise as she approached and sat down, he smiled and stared at her in a new light. She was pretty hot, he decided, and as he let his eyes linger a bit on her chest, he decided she was also fairly curvy. And now he was way too turned on right now to think of studying and wanted to see how kinky she might be in real life when presented with the opportunity to act on what was obviously a fantasy she had. So, I think your comments are great, he said, looking thoughtful. But I have one question, what does the word 'flesh dildo' mean? He pointed at one of her comments, one that he had changed to read Don't be a flesh dildo, explain what you are feeling here for the reader! He turned and looked at her with an innocent and quizzical expression, waiting patiently for her answer.