“Yeah baby. You know you want it.”
“I don’t. I really don’t.”
“I know you do. You know you do. We both know you do.”
“Noooo Aaahhhh Yes! Oh yessssss I do!”
“You’re going to get it. Hard.”
“And everyone is going to see you getting it with my monster cock.”
“I love when you scream with pleasure, and pain. Scream some more baby. I want to hear your pussy screaming.”
“AAAHHHHHHH Oh God! I love when you give it to me. Hard.”
“Oh yes! I’m going to give it to you so hard with my monster cock against this window, and the whole world will see this happening. They will see me fucking you against the pane, they will hear your pussy screaming.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ohhh don’t stop! I want your monster cock! I want them to see!
“My pussy is screaming. Ahhhhhh I WANT THEM TO SEEEEEE AHHHHHH!”
“I’m not going to stop, baby. I also WANT the world to see this. Me fucking you with my monster cock against a window.” (But no one could really see anything because even though it was a car window, it was one of those darkened ones which no one from the outside could see through. Also, it was night time and the car was parked in an empty lot which had no lights, so the couple were really safe from prying eyes.)
What’s wrong with this picture?
Aside from the cock being bigger than the window.
And all that screaming from way down low.
The writer chickened out. That’s what’s wrong with it.
That sudden rambling explanation of how the hot and bothered exhibitionist mutant couple could not actually be seen really just reeked of… quaking fear.
Their entire sex act went down the exhaust pipe.
Because it could have been fun if a Mr. Pervy MacPervson from the corner store held off on his nightly Snicker-snack to watch the mutants and get his rocks off. Or if a cop stopped by and instead of whipping out his ticket-book, got so turned on that he whipped out his own monster cock and joined the mutants.
The possibilities were limitless.
Alas, it ended with a tremendous climax after some good old fashioned private vanilla sex and lots of Aaaaahhhhhs from the female mutant.
And, you know why?
Because it was imperative for the reader to understand that the female lead was a good, chaste young woman, and that the male respected her too much.
The double standard made me want to vomit.
Because it should never have been about chasteness and what not. It was a scene showing raw sex, designed to ignite fire in the reader. You don’t toss a bucket of cold water over that halfway through and start narrating like a priest giving a sermon on modesty.
Your reader is not stupid.
Or lacking in modesty.
Another one of those classic crap filled sex scenes which become so disjointed and ridiculous (and not only because of the monster cock and screaming pussy) that it makes the average reader want to hit their head against a wall.
Or a car window.
With clear glass.
Will twelve year old girls please stop writing this shit?
Or if you’re forty something and writing sex that is fantasy but still makes you uncomfortable, could you please… Not?
I’m not the only one who finds this weird on so many levels, right? I can’t be.
And, of course I’m getting to the monster cock, darlings.
You knew I would. I knew you’d know I would.
We alllllll knew!
So, why the male protagonist would describe his boy bit as a “monster cock” is really just… I don’t have the words. Except that maybe the writer wanted the world to believe the protagonist was south of six inches when aroused and trying to… compensate with words?
Or maybe it really was seventeen inches long and nine inches thick?
I guess that’d be enough to make any pussy scream.
I hope you all are doing well. I’ve been sort of out of commission for the last week and more, so Eight in the Morning and Saturday Sounds along with other things got neglected in the bargain. I should be up to updating more often from here on out.
This is belated, but Eid Mubarak to all who celebrated the holiday. Hope you all had a good one.
Thanks for stopping by.
The above scene is based on part of a chapter from a story I was directed to, and is made up entirely by me. It is not the exact scene from the story, and neither is the dialogue from the original piece.