The Tyrannosaurus Princess

Devoted fans, passionate lovers and casual acquaintances - I apologize for not posting in a long time; I have been busy writing and editing a reasonably decent draft of my new romance novel, “The Steamiest Pile,” a (slightly) hyperbolic retelling of my first orgy.

I’m posting an excerpt from the third (and in my opinion the hottest) chapter: “The Beast With At Least Four Backs, but I might be off by a back or two because I was too busy orgasming to count”

Tristan didn’t even wait for me to finish shaving my legs - he pulled me out of the shower while I had one shin still covered in thick hair.

“I like my women mammal-y,” he growled into my ear.

That’s all I needed to hear, and I began ripping off his clothes to catch him up to my total nakedness. If only I had a couple more pairs of hands to help this speed up, I thought.

And just like that, before I even got his boxers off, there was a soft knock at the door. 

“Who’s that?” Tristan asked.

“Either someone is at the door,” I whispered, “or it’s the orgasm fairy knocking on the door of my vagina.”

Tristan’s normally blank brow furrowed.

“Is that real?”

“A door on my vagina?”

“No.”

“Oh, the orgasm fairy?”

“Yeah.”

I laughed. “Don’t be silly, Tristan. She’s just a character created by our parents and perpetuated by the greeting card industry.”

Tristan frowned. “So who was putting those quarters under my pillow every time I masturbated?”

More knocks at the door, this time louder. Curious, I walked to see who was there.

Through the peephole I saw a few women who did not look familiar - unless you count that recurring wet dream I have every night after I eat tacos.

These women were beautiful - eyes that sparkled with mischief, long hair flowing from their armpits and a slight dark fuzz between their nostrils and their luscious lips. Just my type, I thought.

I opened the door a crack.

“Can I help you ladies?”

“Yes,” answered the blonde one. “We’re neighbors. Can we borrow a cup of SexwithyouandTristan?”

“We need it to bake our Orgywithourneighbors Cake,” added the brunette, tossing her luxurious armpit hair over he shoulder like sexy natural shoulder pads.

I looked to Tristan. He didn’t say anything, but his growing man tent did all the talking I needed.

“Come on inside,” I said as I unlocked the door. “Inside …me.” 

Stay tuned for more!