Are you ready to take the Plunge?
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Advertising executive by day.
Porn addict by night.
Plunge.xxx is my guilty pleasure. Like the website tagline says it’s straight up P.O.R.N. There’s no wining and dining or foreplay involved. It’s just what I need.
Little did I know that one impulsive message would lead the sites main attraction into my life in more than just my wet dreams.
This is a short happily ever after steamy novella, containing insta-love.
“So, Sam,” Jane says through the laughter and chatter of the other patrons, “I’ve been thinking about this all day. When was the last time you got laid?”
“Too far back to remember,” I reply, reaching for the new shot glass sitting in front of me. I throw it back and it burns my throat as it warms my body. “But I do watch a shit-ton of porn,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“NO SHIT! I did not see that coming. Really?”
“Yeah, I have a mild addiction.” I can’t believe I’m admitting this out loud. Must be the booze. “Ever hear of Plunge.xxx?”
Her mouth falls open with my admission. “Isn’t that the site where people post all their fantasies and shit?”
“Something like that.” I shrug.
With all my inhibitions gone, I reach for my phone in my purse and pull it out. “There,” I say, flashing her the screen to the home page. She shakes her head at me.
“Not good enough, Sam. Show me the good stuff.” Her lip quirks up into a sinful grin. I let out an audible sigh and start to type.
“Here, happy?” I say, thrusting the phone in her face.
Her pupils dilate rapidly. “Holy shit. This is hot. God, look at that cock! Oh my God, it says it’s his… Damn it.”
“No face image, but dude… From his body alone he looks hot. Oh my God, Sam. You need to totally hit that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t “hit” that,” I say while air quoting.
“Of course you can. Here, look.” She types something on my phone and shows it to me. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I read what she has typed. Is that really a picture of your cock? Because it’s beautiful. I snatch the phone from her hand and try to undo the message but it’s too late. The message has been sent.
About the Author
Daydreamer by day professional child wrangler by night. Bred in the Midwest, I often would conjure up stories in my head to fill my day. When I’m not concocting a delicious new tale, I can be found curled up in a corner with a cup of coffee and the newest page turner.
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