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Inspiration: Dora’s Box

Today I’m going unbox the novel Dora’s Box. Spoiler alert! This article will give away some of the plot twists, so you might want to read the book first. Think about it. Now would be a good time.

The seed of Dora’s Box was planted by a strip from the brilliantly perverse web comic Oglaf. In this comic some guy is cursed to be the “best in the world at blowjobs.” He’s apparently a typical homophobic male who never sucked cock before. Now he’s suddenly the “very very beeeessssstttt” at it and is too embarrassed to tell his friends.

The idea of a person being granted sexual prowess that they don’t actually want was intriguing to me. It seemed like a great avenue to explore the importance of keeping an open mind about sexuality. What better way to expand a person’s horizons than to give them the gift of magical sex awesomeness? What they initially see as a curse gradually becomes a great gift.

Then I thought of one of my favorite conventions in erotica: the futanari. Futanari is a Japanese word for hermaphrodite, but it has come to mean a fictional character with overall feminine appearance and masculine sex organs (sometimes with female sex organs as well, sometimes not). There are lots of anime and manga and other erotica about futanari and it’s always pretty hot.

A reluctant futanari seemed like an awesome story idea. A young woman suddenly getting a penis would definitely feel like she had been cursed. It wasn’t hard to imagine ways to change her mind about that, too. She would slowly be introduced into a whole new world of sexuality and as a result become more comfortable and confident in her own skin.

How does she get this dick in the first place? In the comic, the fellatio supremis curse was selected by some creepy spirit. What I wanted, however, was a tragic hero who unknowingly sets in motion the wheels of her own downfall (but not really downfall as much as orgy). Basically I was looking for an irony beat-down, like the horror story “The Monkey’s Paw” by W. W. Jacobs.

Except instead of wishes coming true in the most awful way imaginable, I wanted wishes coming true in the sexiest way. I considered various wish making mechanisms (like a genie in a bottle or a primate appendage), but finally settled on a box that you whisper wishes into and then they come true. A box like that could be used accidentally. It also answers the question of “Why not just unwish the penis first thing?” by refusing to open for some “recharge” period after a wish. Even better, the word “box” is slang for vagina.

The wish box also suggested a title. Remember the myth of Pandora’s Box from the ancient Greeks? Talk about unexpected consequences! Pandora just wanted to see what was inside and wound up releasing all evil into the world. Bummer. Of course, I couldn’t name my main character Pandora — that would just be weird — so I shortened it to Dora.

It was shaping up as a real “Watch what you wish for” cautionary tale. I imagined a whole series of poorly worded wishes that would be interpreted in ways very different from what Dora intended. Far from being out to get her, however, the wishes would gradually move her into the arms of her true love — much to her own surprise.

Speaking of love, I originally intended to have Dora end up with a bisexual guy who enjoyed bottoming. As I wrote the early chapters, however, I felt more of a connection between Dora and her roommate Julia and decided to explore that further instead. That can happen in my writing. I start with a rough outline to give some idea where I’m going, but I’m always open to new destinations if I come to a promising fork in the road.*

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*that’s my lesson on writing** for the day

**it’s not a bad lesson on life either

 

Excerpt: Amanda Opens Up to Her Brother [NSFW]

The following is an excerpt from my story Amanda Baker Shakes Her Moneymaker. This piece contains explicit sexual content. Be warned! As this scene opens, Amanda and her step-brother Bryce have just had sweaty, wild sex after Amanda danced naked at Bryce’s bachelor party. But they aren’t done yet…

“That was great,” he panted. “You are great.”

“Actually, I am very bad,” she purred and snuggled up next to Bryce’s broad, strong body.

She was bad! She had fucked her own step-brother on the night before his wedding. That was downright evil! But she didn’t regret it in the least. It was one of the most exciting things she had ever done.

Yet, she felt like something was missing. It was a feeling she often had after sex. She found herself wishing the sex could be a little rougher, a little more aggressive. She yearned for a smack on her ass or a yank on her hair – something sexy and just a little scary. She never mentioned this to any of her lovers, though. She had never been with anyone she trusted that much. What if they took things too far? What if they thought she was perverted and weird? None of those were responses Amanda was ready to deal with.

“You are a bad girl,” Bryce agreed, pulling Amanda out of her train of thought. “I wish I

had known that years ago.”

Amanda just smiled. It was news to her as well! The night had been full of surprises for her. She shaved her pubic hair. She wore sexy, kinky lingerie. She danced naked in a room full of strangers. She seduced a gorgeous, desirable man. None of those were things she could have imagined herself doing just the day before. More than that, she could never have imagined how much she thoroughly enjoyed doing them.

She had shown Bryce a side of herself that she hadn’t even acknowledged before. And he

wasn’t rejecting her, he wasn’t judging her. And why would he? They had stepped out of line together. She seduced her step-brother, but he had fucked his little sister. Maybe Bryce was the one who could give her the things she was afraid to ask for. What was there to be afraid of? He couldn’t possibly think she was more perverted than he already did – not after tonight.

“Maybe you should punish me,” she suggested softly.

“Are you kidding? I’m thrilled with…”

“No, I mean,” she interrupted. She rubbed her shapely thighs against him. “I mean, you

should punish me. Because I’ve been soooo bad.”

“Oh,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “What should we do with such a naughty girl?”

“I think I need to be spanked,” she breathed.

“Yes, you do,” he agreed. Bryce sat up quickly and slid to the end of the bed. “Come here,”

he commanded.

Amanda’s heart raced at his harsh tone. She felt a sharp, exhilarating stab of fear in the back of her mind, but also a sense of profound peace. Bryce would take care of her – she was in good hands. She crawled across the bed and lay over her step-brother’s lap.

“If it gets to be too much,” he whispered under his breath like a kid telling secrets in the

back of class, “just say ‘time out’ okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed. He gently caressed her bare ass. He squeezed her soft, yielding flesh

from her shapely thighs up to the dip of her narrow waist. She was starting to think he had changed his mind when suddenly the warm hand disappeared. He brought it back down onto the rounded part of her ass with a loud smack.

“Ooo,” she exclaimed in shock. He wasn’t playing with her! That really hurt! His palm

slapped against her round rump again. Her soft skin burned with the heat of his strikes. But she felt something else as well – a different heat down in her middle. She was getting turned on! Her kinky spanking fantasy was finally coming true and her body loved it.

“This is for,” he told her sternly then delivered another slap to her ass, “forgetting the stripper.” Slap. Slap. The pain was delicious. Bryce seemed to know just how hard to strike her –hard enough to get her attention, but not hard enough to really hurt. Had he done this before?

“I’m so sorry,” she insisted. Amanda tried to sound sincere – she truly did regret nearly

ruining the bachelor party. She couldn’t hide, however, how aroused she was becoming. Her voice was ragged and breathy, betraying the fact that her “punishment” was actually getting her off like crazy.

“And this,” Bryce continued. He delivered an open-handed smack to Amanda’s other cheek. “Is for teasing all those men with your hot, little body.”

“But they liked it,” she whined between strikes.

“That isn’t why you did it,” Bryce countered. Smack. Smack.

“I did it for you!” she insisted. “So you would have the … ouch! … have the party you

wanted.”

“That isn’t why either,” Bryce growled. He struck her again – harder this time. “Why did

you do it? Say it!”

“I did it because …” she began. She intended to say she did the dance for Bryce – to save his bachelor party – but stopped herself. She said that already. He did not like that answer. But why else would she dance naked for a bunch of strangers? Then she understood.

“I liked it,” she purred. “I liked turning on those men. I like being naughty.”

“I can see that,” Bryce chuckled.

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Excerpt: Paige Inquires

This is a short excerpt from my story Terminal Case. As this scene opens, Paige is finishing up a radiation treatment. She decides this is an opportunity to question her sister-in-law Margaret about the troubles she has seen between Margaret and her husband, Paige’s step-brother, Paul.

 

That afternoon when Paige stumbled out of her daily radiation treatment feeling like a reanimated corpse, the young nurse from the day before helped guide her out to the waiting room.

“The woman who isn’t your girlfriend has a surprise for you,” the nurse said with a sweet smile.

“Great,” Paige croaked. She was too exhausted to compose a witty retort. She hoped the sarcastic tone came through. In the waiting room, Margaret was proudly standing behind a chrome and black wheelchair.

“Oh, Paige you poor thing,” Margaret patted the seat. “Come along, dear, and we’ll get you home.”

“Fuck,” Paige mumbled. She fully intended to tell Margaret where to stick her wheelchair. Paige was not an invalid! She didn’t need to be wheeled around. She didn’t get a chance to say that, however, because the room seemed to be expanding and contracting like it was painted on the inside of a balloon with Paige trapped in the middle. Instead she collapsed into the waiting wheelchair and tried to tuck her pounding head under her arm. “Fuck,” she mumbled again.

Margaret wheeled Paige out of the clinic and into the street. Paige felt ridiculous being wheeled down the sidewalk, but she had to admit it was a lot easier than walking. Especially since she could close her eyes against the knives of sunlight stabbing into her aching head.

“Margaret,” Paige said reluctantly.

“Yes, dear?”

“Thanks for the chair.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” Margaret cooed. She smoothed a rebellious strand of Paige’s short hair and went on pushing the wheelchair. “It’s such a long walk for you, you know.”

“Why is Paul sleeping in the guest room?” Paige blurted. “He says it’s because of snoring, but I know that’s bullshit.”

“Oh! What? Oh, well … ummm … did he say that? It’s just that … you know … ummm.”

“Shit, Margaret,” Paige insisted with an exaggerated wheeze. She wasn’t above playing the Terminal Illness Card. “You can trust me.”

“Oh, I know, I know. It’s because, well,” Margaret leaned over the back of the wheelchair to whisper in Paige’s ear, “it’s because of sex.”

“Paul is having an affair?” Paige was incredulous. She didn’t think her brother could even spell extramarital.

“Oh, no. No,” Margaret shook her head. “Paul would never do that.”

“Well, what then?” Paige insisted. Margaret was clearly uncomfortable with the subject, which made Paige all the more interested.

“Paul has these episodes, you see,” Margaret said quietly. “Like sleepwalking. Except instead of walking, he … you know … does other things.”

“Sex?” Paige asked. “He has sex in his sleep? With you?”

“Yes,” Margaret admitted with a tortured sigh.

“Well, that’s not so bad,” Paige blurted.

“No, it’s terrible! He’s not himself. He’s just brutal and aggressive. Tearing off my clothes like an animal. Forcing himself on me.”

“Oh,” Paige nodded. That didn’t sound so bad either. Paige had often enjoyed a little rough sex from time to time. She’d participated in stuff a lot kinkier too. Not that she was going to tell Margaret that. The short, chubby woman might collapse right there in the street. “Doesn’t sound like the Paul I know.”

“No, not at all,” Margaret agreed. “He says he doesn’t remember anything the next day, but … oh, I just don’t know what to believe. He’s like a man possessed.”

Paige only nodded. For most people “a man possessed” was a figure of speech. Given Margaret’s superstitions, however, that might be her literal diagnosis. She needed a marriage counselor, but was probably looking in the Yellow Pages under “exorcist.”

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Inspiration: Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers

In this article I will share the story of how I came up with the idea for Invasion of the Snatch Snatchers (as though you couldn’t guess).

I was watching some program with alien body snatchers, of course. You might think it was the 1956 film Invasion of the Body Snatchers but it wasn’t. It wasn’t even the 1978 remake. It was some goofy kids’ cartoon. In this version the alien didn’t actually know that much about the person it was impersonating (or human beings in general) and naively accepted any suggestion for proper behavior at face value. For example, if someone told the alien to “go jump in a lake” it would, you know, find a small body of water and jump in. It was hilarious if you’re five years old.

I got to thinking the situation offered more possibilities than just broad physical comedy, particularly if the alien body snatched a hot girl. You would obviously dupe the hot girl alien into having sex. That’s a no-brainer. Then I thought, what if the alien enjoyed the sex? And then switched sides as a result? The image of this hot girl urgently whispering “don’t go near that place” in order to protect her lover flashed into my mind.

This was definitely a story idea.

What could I call it? At this point I went back to the origin* of the whole concept: Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The film was so unique and original for its time that it has forever linked the term snatchers with body theft. For many of us, however, snatch is also well known as the second most vulgar nickname for female genitalia (behind cunt but ahead of twat). Combining both aspects of snatch into one title was so obvious I was surprised it hadn’t been done already.

Then I had second thoughts about the alien business. Even with the illicit sex it was a tired trope. I wanted to do something slightly more original. I remembered a news segment I had seen about cryogenic freezing. Some company would take your remains and freeze them solid until medical technology found a way to revive you. Baseball legend Ted Williams supposedly bought into the concept.

I, however, thought it sounded like just another scam to bilk money out of old people. Is this company really going to cover the expense of keeping a bunch of long-forgotten corpses at -320 degrees indefinitely? If they don’t, how are you going to ask for a refund? You’re dead. And if they do, who in 100 years is going to give two shits about reviving your dead ass? It just doesn’t make sense. In other words, it was perfect for my story.

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* actually the true origin would have to be the 1954 book, The Body Snatchers by Jack Finney, but I hadn’t even heard of that until just now

Inspiration: The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe

The is a “Behind The Porn” story of how I came up with the idea for my novel The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe. Spoiler Alert! This article is going to give away many key plot points, so you should definitely go read the book first. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

Ok.

I read CS Lewis as a kid, of course, but mostly forgot about it. Then in December 2005 the movie version of “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” was in theaters and the marketing was everywhere. It’s such a distinctive phrase, and it flows so nicely for a long title.  I started to think how it would be fun to have a parody that replaced Witch with Bitch. Ha, ha. I said bitch. That is sooooo funny.

What about the rest of the title? The only thing I could come up with for Wardrobe was Bathrobe. I wasn’t sure how a bathrobe would figure in the story, but I knew bathrobe sounded right. Bathrobe is funny. Bathrobe is absurd. It’s so much the opposite of CS Lewis’ pretentious style. It was perfect.

Lesbian was harder to come up with. It’s not phonetically very similar to Lion, honestly. You have the L at the beginning and the N at the end, but the middle has no similarity whatsoever. So when I first thought of Lesbian I wasn’t entirely satisfied. Lesbian, however, lends itself to all sorts of plot ideas (I mean, seriously. It practically writes itself). So I decided to go with Lesbian. 

I had a title. I just needed a story to go under it.

That the story would include a magical doorway to another world was a no-brainer. An evil queen was also an obvious choice. I wanted the main character to be a young woman who is sex-starved in the real world but really gets it on in the magic world. It is erotic fiction, after all. Just like whats-her-name from the original novel meets Mr. Tumnus first thing on the other side, in our book we’d meet Mr. Cumnus. That’s a little tacky, I admit, but it’s so obvious I couldn’t resist. 

The evil queen would be anti-sex, in a satirical parallel to sexually repressed, social conservatives in our own world (note the elephants pulling her carriage). Her magic spell that would turn any two citizens who had sex into stone statues created a loophole that the main character would be able to take advantage of to get laid in a major way. She would be in the middle of a land where no one could have sex — except with her. Bada-boom! It was sort of a “last man on Earth” fantasy.

I worried about realism at this point. Not the magic spells — that was standard fantasy stuff. No, I was worried about the realism of a female character who was unable to get laid in the real world. I even considered changing her to a boy. After all, there are a lot more guys out there who are sex-starved than there are girls. Instead I decided to hit hard on how Lilly (later Lily) was shy and awkward and lacked self-confidence. Lily just had to be a girl. Because lesbian.

The evil queen had to be defeated, too. There was no more poignant way to do that than for her to be defeated by sex. Here I borrowed from “The Wizard of Oz” and decided she would melt away after experiencing an orgasm. It makes as much sense as being melted by a bucket of water, doesn’t it?

There I had the basics of a story. I worked on-and-off on it for more than a year. Finally, in November 2007 I posted the piece on Literotica.com. It was the first erotica I ever wrote. A hand full of people read it. Some liked it, some didn’t.

I gave up on writing for a while and got busy with other things (like depression and self doubt). In 2013 I did what I should have done years before and got a divorce. Finally out from under that toxic relationship, I felt my creative spirit slowly come back to life. I started to think about writing again.

Ideas were coming left and right, but always in the back of my mind was that old story about the magic doorway. I felt like what I wrote never lived up to the potential of the idea, and I was eager to try again. Then in 2015 I had the story taken down on Literotica.com and did a thorough rewrite.

Some people complained how the sex scenes in the original were constantly interrupted before anything actually happened (call it performance anxiety for a first timer). In the update I made sure all the sex scenes were carried through to completion. You’re welcome.

The new version also included more depth in the characters. Lily was more wholesome and naive. Megan was more gritty and tough. The relationship between those two was given more time to develop, too. The theme of sexual repression from 2007 was focused on LGBT equality in 2015 (with Lily proclaiming “Love is never wrong or abnormal or evil!”).

All together, the updated version was about 3 times longer than the original. More importantly, it was more coherent, hotter, and presented the themes more effectively. Now The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe is not just my best title, it’s also my best story.

Excerpt: Dora Wishes to Be Pretty

Here is a short excerpt from Dora’s Box. In this scene, Dora is feeling insecure and unattractive because she was just ignored by her crush. At the same time her roommate, Julia, has admirers coming out of the woodwork. Dora decides to use her magic wishing box to level the playing field. In what turns out to be a trend in this story, the wish doesn’t turn out quite like she expects…

“Okay, okay,” she tried to collect herself. This wish could change everything. “I wish I could be pretty,” she told the box in a clear, steady voice.

The lid snapped shut. Dora smiled and set the box back on the nightstand. She walked to the mirror on the back of her door with knees feeling a bit unsteady. What would she look like? Would she be more beautiful than Julia? Would she even recognize herself? She took the last few steps with her eyes shut tight. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

And saw the same face she had seen her whole life. The same long, angular nose. The same narrow, thin lips. The same scraggly, brown hair. She hadn’t changed at all.

“Oh, damn,” she sighed. She leaned forward against the betraying mirror and pressed her forehead against the cool, smooth surface.

A quiet knock on her door made Dora jump back. “Dora? Can we talk?” a hesitant voice called out from the other side. She pulled open the door and saw Julia standing in the hall. Her roommate’s eyes were red and gleaming, as though she had been crying too.

“I’m so sorry,” Julia pleaded. “I shouldn’t have left you alone last night. I knew you were upset about that jerk Kyle.”

“It’s okay,” Dora replied softly. She let the door swing open and turned back to her bed. “You didn’t do anything. You’re just … gorgeous. And I’m just … blah. Of course all the boys want you and not me.”

“You’re not blah, sweetie.” Julia sat on the bed beside Dora and put a hand on the taller girl’s knee. “You have your own unique allure. Maybe he can’t see it but that’s his loss.”

“If you start talking about inner beauty I’m going to barf,” Dora grumbled.

“It’s true though,” Julia giggled. “I have an idea! Do you know what I do when I feel insecure about myself?”

“You? Feel insecure? In what galaxy do you ever feel insecure?”

“Everybody feels insecure sometimes, Dora. But it helps if I do something to feel good about myself.”

“I’m not going for a run,” Dora insisted immediately.

“No, silly! I’m talking about a makeover!” Julia exclaimed. “I get out all my makeup and just go to town. I mean like totally glammed-up stripper-style!”

“Oh, God,” Dora groaned. “I think I’d rather go run.”

“Come on!” Julia hopped up off the bed and pulled at Dora’s arm. “It’ll do you some good to feel pretty for a while.”

Dora rolled her eyes. She did wish to be pretty. That box had a pretty sick sense of humor. She suspected she would regret it, but allowed herself to be dragged along.

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Review by Bambi Quim

Today, I am going to review Dora’s Box, by Walker Long. Much as both my blog post title and the title of Walker’s book insinuates, this book is based on the Classical myth of Pandora’s Box, as well as an erotica. This novella is certainly interesting. Not quite my cup of tea, but not ill-written. […]

via Classical References & Sex — Bambi Quim

Cover Art: The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe III

The original cover for The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe got my book flagged as ADULT on Amazon. You might think I wouldn’t really care — this is an erotic novel after all, adults are the only people who should be reading it — but it actually makes quite a difference. A book flagged ADULT won’t show up in “also bought” recommendations or search results. Even a user who explicitly searches for “lesbian bitch bathrobe” won’t see this book (even though such a search pretty clearly indicates they might be interested in somewhat more adulty content). Effectively this book has disappeared.

The reason? Boobs. Lily (the dark haired girl) was showing too much cleavage in the original cover. Of course, I find this a bit absurd. When human beings can be offended by a human body it doesn’t really make sense when you think about it. Not to mention the fact that men can go around bare-chested all they want, but women are held to a different standard. But that’t the society our forefathers left us with, so we have to make do.

I’ve appeased Amazon by drawing a bra on Lily. It hides what needs to be hidden apparently, because I’ve been notified that the ADULT flag will be lifted. Maybe now some people (adults, obviously) will find my book and give it a read.

 

Cover Art: The Dual Turntable

This is the first time I’ve written a sequel. The Dual Turntable is the continuing adventures of Dave and Ty from The Power Receiver. Like all sequels, this story has the same elements as the original only more of them. The cover reflects that. I took the original muscle guy and added a second hairy muscle guy. Then just strategically placed some LP records and viola.

This series of stories is a homage to vintage hifi audio as much as gay erotica, so it made perfect sense to have the title text evoke the logo of Dual Electronics Corporation.  Some may say that a Dual 1229 is a questionable match to the Marantz 2500 from the previous story, but the dual pun was too good to resist.

Excerpt: Lily is Feeling Bold

Here’s a quick snippet from The Lesbian, the Bitch, and the Bathrobe. In this scene, Lily has been exploring a strange world on the other side of a magic doorway she discovered in her closet. She is a shy girl — insecure and awkward — but begins to gain some confidence when she notices the mysterious elf, Cumnus, is hot for her in a major way.

 

“I must offer an apology,” Cumnus said while fussing with a set of heavy, round shutters on one of the windows. “I did not anticipate receiving company. As it happens I am ill prepared to offer proper hospitality. I have been known to brew a palatable jasmine tea on occasion. Would you care for a cup?”

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” Lily said automatically. She didn’t have the least interest in drinking tea. She wanted to tell the tall, handsome elf to forget the pleasantries and just throw her on the floor and fuck her brains out. That was not, however, the sort of thing Lily was able to actually say. Not out loud. No, when she opened her mouth her well-trained manners took over. Her mother would be proud, Lily thought ruefully. She resigned herself to waiting while her gallant lover brewed tea.

“Excellent,” Cumnus said eagerly. He pushed open the shutters and dazzling sunlight filled the small cabin. “It will be but a trifling matter to ignite a small fire.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Lily exclaimed. They were finally high enough to look out over the

surrounding forest and the view was amazing! She could see for what seemed like hundreds of miles. All around the canopy of trees stretched out like an emerald green ocean. To the left was the jagged, snow capped mountain range that she had seen when she first came through the closet door.

To the right, past the edge of the forest she could see the glassy waters of a small lake. The puffy white clouds and clear blue sky reflected back from the still water like a mirror. A little village clung to the far bank, surrounding an immense castle with a dozen turrets and towers and spires. Past that were miles and miles of undulating hills ending in a glimmering blue streak onthe horizon that must have been a sea or an ocean.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It is a magnificent sight,” Cumnus agreed. “But not half as beautiful as you, lovely Lily”

“Aww,” Lily felt the blush rise to her cheeks and put a hand over her smile. “I’m … I’m not. Not really.”

“It is true, my dear!” Cumnus exclaimed. The elf took Lily’s hands in his own and gazed at

her intently. “I would write an epic poem extolling your beauty! Stand here but a moment that I might retrieve my lyre!” He dropped her hands and glided to the other side of the room where he opened a large and ancient looking chest and rummaged around inside.

“That is so sweet!” Lily cooed. No man had ever tried so hard to impress her! She wasn’t sure she deserved such devotion, but it was a delicious feeling. It made her feel special. Desirable. Even Nigel, her smooth talking former lover, had never made her feel that way. He had manipulated her into desiring him – looking back the manipulation was obvious – but had never shown any particular desire for her.

Not at all like Cumnus! The elf was tall and devastatingly handsome, but still he treated Lily like she was the most alluring girl in the world. He thought she was beautiful! He was going to write a poem for her. Who does that? Nobody does that! All to impress one silly girl, who had been racking her brain trying to impress him. Maybe, Lily thought, she was more in control of this situation than she realized.

“That would be nice and all,” Lily said coyly. She was feeling a bit bolder. “But isn’t there something else you’d like to do?”

“Certainly,” Cumnus dropped a shiny golden harp back into the trunk and rushed to her side.“What do you desire? Just name it and it shall be done!”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lily licked her lips. Did that look sexy? She hoped so. Time to kick it up a notch! Better do it quick, before you chicken out, she told herself. With one shrug she slipped her shoulders out of her bathrobe and let it fall down to her waist. The soft, pink fabric dropped away and her breasts were fully exposed. Cumnus stared with eyes wide. Was he disgusted by her pale skin? Was he looking at her soft tummy? At her pudgy arms? Lily didn’t know. But he definitely wasn’t looking away.

She slipped her hands out of the sleeves and the robe dropped to the floor in a heap of pink fuzz. There she was, not wearing a thing besides her glasses, in a strange place with a strange man. She should have felt vulnerable, defenseless. Instead she felt great! She felt sexy and powerful. She was as turned on as she had ever been in her life. She felt wanton.

“Maybe you could think of something?” she suggested with a little smile.

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