The Burdens of Being a Sex Goddess

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“After work,” said Lo, “I went to my apartment. Sylvia was there, as usual, on the couch in her sweats and a cutoff football jersey exposing her midriff.”

“Did you know she’d be there?” I interrupted the next morning when she was retelling this part to me.

“Yeah. I knew that Tuesday was her day off.”

“So you were hoping she’d be home. . . alone?” I asked, insinuatingly.

“You could say that. Anyhow, do you want to hear my story or not?” she said, dismissive of my green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head.

“Yeah, I want to hear it,” I said, rolling over on my back and staring into the blackness.

“Sylvia was really excited when I opened the door. She looked up at me like a loyal puppy awaiting her master.”

“I bet you liked that,” I said.

“Shhhh,” she said with a smile. “So I sat next to her and she started telling me all about how she had been trying to ‘explore’ more.”

“So, just what has your little protégé been up to?”

“Well, it appears she was appalled at first by the porn we watched. But she couldn’t stop thinking about it. So she surfed the net and tried out a number of sites to see what suited her tastes. She said she found a number of videos that she liked watching and she even played with herself while viewing, but she couldn’t cum. That’s why she was so excited to have me there. She immediately asked me, ‘Do you want to see what I’ve been watching?’”

“And you did, of course,” I interjected.

“Hmmmmm,” she said, as I saw her right hand slip under the covers in the faint light filtering in through the apartment windows. “She plugged her computer into the wide screen TV and went to a few ‘favorites’ of hers. They were pretty standard: homemade hetero stuff, not good lighting, but intense fucking. But then she put on another channel and I was really surprised by it. It was of guy-on-guy porn and she seemed all flustered. I couldn’t tell if it was that she was so turned on by the images or nervous to show them to me and reveal her freak-flag, finally, but I just let her know that the guys in the videos were really hot and that it’s ok to watch that sort of thing.”

“But I thought. . .”

“Shhhhh,” she said, anticipating my question. “I told her that I’m not really turned on by dudes doing each other, but that I can appreciate the large size of their cocks. But if she likes it, she should just go with it.”


“And no sooner had I said that than she had removed her pants and was rubbing her clit under her panties.”


“Yeah, just like that. I’m beginning to think that she thinks this is going to be a regular thing.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, I was very uncomfortable for a bit and I just sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.”

“And then?”

“And then she asked me, ‘Aren’t you going to join me?’ like I was showing bad manners or something. So, in the spirit of making her feel more comfortable, I pulled down my panties and lifted up my skirt and sat next to her diddling myself.”

“Right, for her sake.”

“It’s true! I started to touch myself and, like magic, in a few seconds she was cumming and cumming hard! She started convulsing and her legs got all screwed up tight. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and then she just lay there for about half a minute. I went over to her and stroked her arm a bit. She looked up at me and smiled, sheepishly. ‘That’s the first time that ever happened!’ she said. ‘You mean the first time you were ever able to make yourself cum?’ I asked. ‘Yeah,’ she said.”

“What do you think of that?”

“I think. . . I mean, I’m afraid it was just because I was there with her and I told her as much. She agreed with me and said she was dying for me to come home to watch porn with her.”

“Another satisfied customer.”

“Stop making fun! This is serious. I’m certain she needs me to cum and since she’s not getting any from Clyde, I’m like her new fix.”

“Ah, the burdens of a sex goddess.”

[From the story, “Rubbing Off,” from the blog:]

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