S is for Science
from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch
Science is heavily pursued. There are science and technology centers that focus on the advancement of it. They have advanced medical technology, and that is where they have focused their attention. Cancer is a thing of the past. People don’t tend to die of medical issues until they are of advanced age.
There isn’t a focus on *things*, particularly. Their furniture is basic, but comfortable. It’s deemed unnecessary to try to make more variety of those things. It’s not essential to survival, so it doesn’t matter.
The essential things are medical advancements and food/nutrition. Without livestock and animals for protein and a food source, the plants have taken focus. Sustainability for generating power (which is mostly collected via wind), purifying water (which can be collected from outside), and safety of buildings have taken precedence.
Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Unsurprisingly, my characters (who are totally focused on sex) are not focused on the science behind their food and living situations, and we’ve already addressed the food, which is admittedly not the highlight of the novel. So, bonus random chapter! I’m even going to give you the part that immediately follows my last post.
Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!
Chapter 17: My Virginity
He trailed kisses down my collarbone, across my chest, down my stomach, right to the waistband of my pants. He flicked his tongue along my bare skin there, and I shuddered. We worked together to get my pants and panties off. My shoes slipped off in the process, and I lay naked on the bed.
He stood up and looked down at me. “You are beautiful,” he said, and I felt a blush creep up my chest and face. Then he spread my legs. “No hair?” he said, his voice telling me he was surprised.
“Do you like it?” I asked. I wanted him to like it. Why did I care what he thought?
He nodded. “I would be fine with it either way, but I like it.” His fingertips fluttered along my legs up toward my pussy.
I was trembling. Then he reached my core, his fingers coming together across my bare pubic mound. He lay down and kissed where his fingers had just been. I gasped. Why was he kissing me there?
“Relax, Mara. Trust me. I want to make sure that your pussy is ready for my cock.”
I nodded. I still wasn’t sure what he meant, but I found that I did trust him.
He spread the folds of my slit and pressed his tongue against a little bundle of nerves. I gasped. “Do you like it when I lick your clit, Mara?”
“Yes,” I hissed. My hands reached out to grasp at something, but the sheets were pulled tight against the bed. I finally got a grip on the pillow beneath my head.
He flicked his tongue across my clit over and over again, and I thought I was going to lose my mind. And then he stopped. I watched him lick one finger, and then he slipped it along my slit and into my pussy. It felt so good, and I groaned with the pleasure of it. But before long, he was pulling it out. He licked that finger and the one next to it, and then he pressed both of them into my pussy. But he didn’t push them inside until his tongue was back on my clit. The combination of his fingers and his tongue were driving me wild.
I was gasping and panting and moaning. I couldn’t form words if I wanted to. My fingers clenched. My whole body clenched.
He moved his fingers inside me, and I felt pressure building at my core. I didn’t know what was about to happen. I just knew that it felt amazing, and it felt like something more was coming.
And then come it did.
At the time, I had no word for it, but later, I learned the word orgasm. It was wild.
My toes curled, my muscles clenched—all of them. My pussy gripped his fingers, my hips bucked, my fingers dug into the pillows. And the cry that escaped my throat, I was sure, could be heard back in my building.
Who is going to take Mara’s virginity? Haha – you still don’t know because I removed his name!
But still the build up. Can you handle the suspense?
Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!
You did say his name in the end.. referring to who’s fingers they were…
S is for Struggle
https://thedreamgirlwrites.wordpress.com/2020/04/22/struggle/
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Whoops! I fixed it, haha. The book has his name, obviously.
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Wooo. OK. Cold shower time. That, by the way, was very lyrical. A slow dance.
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Thanks!
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