One of my favorite writing styles is the minimalist approach. Small number of settings. Small number of characters. Cum Challenge only has two characters, but I like to think it creates a more personal, intimate feel that works almost perfectly for this story. Sample a small taste in this little snippet:  

“So you say you think you’re developing an addiction to sex. Tell me … what is it you like about  sex?”

“There you go,” she blushed, puffy cheeks glowing a rosy red. “Pulling out the tough questions, I see.”

“Someone has to break the ice, my dear.”

“Ummm, it’s hard to say, but I think I like the in and out motion … the feeling of being filled up, you know what I mean? And a little clit stimulation is always nice. How bout you?”

“I’m a fan of the in and out, but what I really like is the finale. To finally release that nut you worked up … I’m telling you, it’s the greatest feeling in the world.”

“Um. Must be nice.”

“Indeed it is.”

After taking a moment to measure her response to the topic, noticing how she looked to the TV with her lips tightly pursed, I instantly picked up on something that would totally change the focus of this newfound relationship.

“Wait,” I started, “don’t tell me … you never came before?”

“Nope.” She looked me dead in the eye and maintained the gaze as I continued to grill her about her misfortunes.

“Not even a lil bit?”

“Not even a sprinkle.”

“Wow. Well, first I’d like to send my condolences and say … I’m sorry.”

“Why? It’s not your fault. Unless it’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Well, it’s just cumming is something I think every woman should experience. Especially a hot little damsel like yourself.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, curling her legs up on the couch Indian style, then turning to face me completely. “But it’s really no big deal. After all this time, I just figured it was something I wasn’t meant to experience.”

“Hell naw. We can’t have you goin’ out like that.”

There was a brief moment of silence, one that saw me, in my mind of course, fingering Lora to a creamy climax, and her wondering if I was that knight in shining armor sent to pop her orgasm cherry.

“So, wanna go in my room and put this theory to the test?”

“Test?” I asked, eyes lit with curiosity.

“You know … find out if I’m incapable of cumming or just been doomed to lame sex for all these years.”

“Let’s do it.”

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