40 Women, 40 Nights: A Teaser

Hate is a strong word I try to keep out of my arsenal, but if I was the type to throw it around, then I’d say I hate this story! I touched it up with some incredible edible word play, but I should’ve rebooted or scrapped it altogether. I just have this thing where I want everything I write to mean something, so I kept it around. I have a format to follow, so like the stories to come before it, 40 Women, 40 Nights get the teaser treatment. Check it out:  “Damn! How I’ma get outta this shit?” Pants wrapped around his ankles, Jordans still snug, Travis quivered as Kelly left a sizzling saliva trail cruising down the length of his shaft. He felt like he was melting into the sofa cushion as her mouth and tongue raced back up to his mushroom tip. “I can’t believe this. This crazy white boy got a phat ass dick. Bootleg Tom Cruise lookin’ muthafucka!” Kelly went to work in amazement, in disbelief...
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From the subtle jitteriness in his voice, Jackie could sense that something was troubling her man. Like maybe he was hiding something. Had slipped up. Committed a foul act she wouldn’t want to know about. 40 Women, 40 Nights is an old story I wrote as a member of an old Yahoo erotica group I was in. Used to be called Where’s Wallace, which is lame as all hell, but more fitting and less misleading than what I chose to go with. It’s one of those intimate tales I’ve become known for with minimal characters, locations, and plot. It’s far from my favorite, or my best, but I’m on a mission to tell as many stories as I can, so I felt it needed to be told. ...
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