For real

Discovery of ecsticy

Chapter 2

Renata Newgarden is discouraged. She actually wants to write stories, become a real author, who earns decent money from her work. She writes pretty sweet stories where people marry each other, just before they finally ‘nail’ each other in bed, where they cross the line. That boundery between his pants and her panties.

But when they cross that sacred boundary, you never write how they do it. The mating thing. It is off the limits.

Her characters are innocent virgins drinking red sodas and eating sweet cookies and jellytots at parties. Until they meet the right guy, who never touches her inappropriately. Especially not there, down under.

But stories like that doesn't pay that well. What’s more is the fact that there are many writers who is creating these type of stories. All of them are far more successful than she is, but they still only eat two minute noodles and egg on toast for supper.

When the art shop where she worked until now, also closed it’s doors, Renata starts looking for an extra job to earn money, while pursuing her writing career.

While looking for jobs on the internet she suddenly thought of googling, write stories and get paid for it. Sexy stories really pay. People crave s*x, like they crave food.

Examples of good s*x stories, online, she next googled. And after reading some of the steamy stories, she decided.

I CANNOT DO THAT.

Cannot, or will not, her creative mind asked? And she googled more. That was when she came across a website launching a competition. Write about s*x, but dare to be different. Not just erotic stories. Take it a step further. Put your characters in bed with each other and let them eat, drink and enjoy each other's bodies, all the way until the last heavenly moment when they explode in ecstasy.

Don’t use foul language, in your stories. It is mostly women reading it and they want to feel cuddled and loved while the guy… sort of hammers in and out of her. Okay, that was not said in that much words, but that is what it boils down. The briefing read, use beautiful and creative language to describe the whole act. Make people want to fall in love again and explore the secrets of their bodies.

Let them want to be your heroin that falls in love with your stunning hero. A guy, so by the way you would fall in love with, as well. Your readers must experience how and when he mounts her.

Great idea. But how do you describe the act if you've long ago stopped thinking about it, let alone doing it? Renata wondered. She was married to Mr. Right a long time ago, and found out the two of you were actually wrong for each other.

He blamed her for the dull and uninteresting s*x life they led.

It happened maybe once in two or three weeks. He would tap her on the shoulder when she was already half asleep with her back to him, as if to warn her that he was on his way… in.

Then he would start pushing his tottie into her cookie from behind, because he was a bit unfit and his stomach a little on the big side. Three movements on their part and voile mister Tottie spitted out his liquid inside of her. And then mister Right was done for a long time.

Leaving her with a feeling of frustration, and dissatisfaction. She craved for fulfilment, which never happened in her married life.

Fortunately, they did not have children.

Maybe they would have managed one, at the time, if her ex had rather squirted his seed inside her more, than down the toilet. Now it's too late anyway. Renata doesn't want a baby anymore. She had that ‘factory’ closed surgically.

But her craving for fulfilment is still there.

Though that was not her biggest problem at the time, she simply had to make more money to survive on. Otherwise, she was going to die of hunger, for ‘real’ food. And loose her garden flat! Which she did. The rent went up and her income down.

She needed money, badly! Preferably earning it from writing or some other honest form of work. Even art? She can sketch. She also knots macrame’s and often sells them at the home industry shop, close to where she was living until the end of that month.

She was desperate.

After much deliberation, she finally opened her laptop a month and starts to write something. First really just tossing around with words. She did not even know where to start. Surely everybody has a sexy story to write!

And then she thought about that first time in her life... with James (pseudo name) in their matric year. Her first real experience of intimacy, was on a night between recycled boxes and newspaper near the school hall.

She was a cookie. Her entering hole was so small that she couldn't even get her own finger in there. But she was adamant that it was time for her to become a real woman, in order to enjoy her life in full. They were steaming and trying, but she was too tight.

But heated up like a steam locomotive, she finally managed to forced poor James's tool into that tight place. It was nice and sore at the same time and both of them moaned and groaned from pain and pleasure.

So that would be her first story. Zia’s first experience with a man inside her.

At last her creative juices finally started to flow. And the juices from her long-forgotten morning glory flower down there.

She wrote as if it was the most amazing night in her life, even though she felt like going to the hospital after she saw blood in her panties. But apparently that had to do with the size of broom used to sweep her hymen from her sacred front door.

Pity it ended just there. Because she often dreamt of it again…

And of pretty James, the proud owner of that amazing… broom.

So she brainstormed and came up with a title for her story: ‘Her greatest gift.’

Her character Zia is now filthy rich. She has everything. A mansion, a nice car, a business that thrives. But she lacks the bare essential. Not a man, yet.

A baby. So she writes how her character, Zia met James again, years after her divorce. He was never married. And he is not rich.

But he is still very good looking in her story.

Being honest and not trying to mislead him or setting a trap for him, she is honest.

She wants him… to plant a baby in her. With that lovely big shovel of his.

Renata got so worked up, while writing, she needed some urgent relieve herself. It was not a case of anyone will do. There was no-one.

So she grabbed anything! Her slender deodorant tin. She throws herself down on her bed, stretched her lips open, and slowly worked it into her. And then she did with her fingers what she'd always wished a man would do to her someday. Work that sweet bean size spot of her, while poking the tin inside of her.

It was an exciting new thing to discover that she can push that deodorant tin so deep into her, that she could only hope that one day it would see daylight again after she was contacting on it. She never even thought that something that big would fit inside her. Her ex was rather small.

Hindsight, she wasn’t really thinking about anything. Except of the beautiful James in her story and his extraordinary tin tool.

Only later that night she thought. What if that thing got stuck in her? You hear a lot of stories. Like the one where a doctor who had to remove a lightbulb that got stuck inside a woman. Ladies who couldn't hold it anymore and then slumped over the towbar of a van. Badly injuring themselves in the process.

But what else can you put inside of you that is safer? A cucumber? A banana or a carrot?

Tomorrow she was going to check out all the fruit and vegetables at the local market… in order to find her perfect… love mate.