Original Publication Information:
Suedomsa the Magazine October 1997 Volume
One, Issue Three
Pop Sex by Dara Shifrer
I jumped into a thick romance novel in the check out lane the other day.
I am the curly-tressed girl fainting in the arms of Tall Dark and
Handsome. One boob has escaped and the other one is trying. He's
attracted to my spit fire spunk and despite him being a cock asshole, I gt
wavy near his "hard core of manhood." Obviously, I forget the cover
quickly because I don't discover until halfway through the book that I
will most surely expire from this world if that man is not by my side
until eternity. Unfortunately, only in the last five pages, after eons of
suffering and some rough sex, are we able to communicate this love.
Later in the week, still reeling from too drama, I jumped into a porno. I
can't help but stroke this tight shell of skin that is now me. My breasts
are perky, upright and hard - even with me on my back and two bricks on
top. Music the elevator corporation rejected jugs in and He enters. He's
tubby, needs a haircut, and maybe a face-lift, yet I am wanting him like
no tomorrow. We walk together across the green carpeting to the pink
striped couch and sit below the picture of a dog jumping in a meadow.
He's not surprised to find me naked, probably since he's also naked
(except for his watch). I'm expecting some nice chatting but our mike's
are in our armpits so he sticks to a "Baby, I want to stick my hot cock in
you." I shrug a that's-fine-with-me so he sucks my breast like he really
hasn't go milk. Suddenly, I'm a second away from orgasm; he's an
experienced sucker I guess. Someone yells from the side (I thought we
were alone) and he's down between my legs. That's over pretty quickly,
although I come for a full five minutes. I flip my hair over and swing it
a little and stuff his penis down my throat - leaving space between my
head and his leg for the camera on my shoulder to get a good view.
And it's time for the real thing. He whips me through positions until I
don't know if my legs are up or if he's suspended by the force of his
pumping. We kiss with the depth of true love and then he slaps my ass.
He starts the face-making and soon he's dripping on my feet - just
kidding, he shoots right into my mouth, and although I'm neither horny nor
hungry, I lick it up like it's melted frosting. He shakes his penis dry
and then She walks in.
