| Author: | CJ Edwards | ISBN: | 9781311161789 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams | Publication: | May 31, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | CJ Edwards |
| ISBN: | 9781311161789 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams |
| Publication: | May 31, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Steve was a complete failure with women. The twenty year plasterer was not well endowed, either physically or in the way he related with women. And then things changed. A meeting in an alley saw him make a deal that would change his life. A short stay in an alien spacecraft left him improved in all respects, he was able to bed any woman he met within moments of meeting her! He was enhanced in other ways too. The ultimate repeater, he could get it up as soon as he finished and he finished in every woman he was with; guaranteed to impregnate her.
Extract:
Steve had no idea how long he was out for, but when he came around he was very hungry. He stretched and looked about him as his eyes found their focus. The room was bright white and fiercely lit, so it was hard to make things out. He was surprised to find he was lying on a bed or something, stark naked. He looked down his body and nearly jumped out of his skin. He was used to seeing his slim five inch cock between his legs. The thing that nestled there now was at least twice the size. It looked like a sleeping python. Steve pinched himself. He must be asleep.
“I hope you like that little improvement we made to you?”
A tall figure stood by the bed. Steve wasn’t sure it was one of the two from the alley and he thought the voice was female but couldn’t be sure. “You like my tackle?” He tried a bit of humour.
“I like it a lot, Steve,” the creature continued. “I also like the other work we did on you.” She bent over and he finally saw her face. He jumped again. This face was not human. It was humanoid but the face was oddly shaped and the eyes were entirely out of proportion to the rest. They were huge. “The important thing though,” she continued, “is not what I think about them. It’s what they think.” A panel in the wall lit up and appeared to be either a window or a monitor, he wasn’t sure which. Along a bench on the far wall, the six air hostesses from the pub were sat. They were clearly restrained and evidently frightened. “Here’s your opportunity. Would you like to have them?”
Steve was a complete failure with women. The twenty year plasterer was not well endowed, either physically or in the way he related with women. And then things changed. A meeting in an alley saw him make a deal that would change his life. A short stay in an alien spacecraft left him improved in all respects, he was able to bed any woman he met within moments of meeting her! He was enhanced in other ways too. The ultimate repeater, he could get it up as soon as he finished and he finished in every woman he was with; guaranteed to impregnate her.
Extract:
Steve had no idea how long he was out for, but when he came around he was very hungry. He stretched and looked about him as his eyes found their focus. The room was bright white and fiercely lit, so it was hard to make things out. He was surprised to find he was lying on a bed or something, stark naked. He looked down his body and nearly jumped out of his skin. He was used to seeing his slim five inch cock between his legs. The thing that nestled there now was at least twice the size. It looked like a sleeping python. Steve pinched himself. He must be asleep.
“I hope you like that little improvement we made to you?”
A tall figure stood by the bed. Steve wasn’t sure it was one of the two from the alley and he thought the voice was female but couldn’t be sure. “You like my tackle?” He tried a bit of humour.
“I like it a lot, Steve,” the creature continued. “I also like the other work we did on you.” She bent over and he finally saw her face. He jumped again. This face was not human. It was humanoid but the face was oddly shaped and the eyes were entirely out of proportion to the rest. They were huge. “The important thing though,” she continued, “is not what I think about them. It’s what they think.” A panel in the wall lit up and appeared to be either a window or a monitor, he wasn’t sure which. Along a bench on the far wall, the six air hostesses from the pub were sat. They were clearly restrained and evidently frightened. “Here’s your opportunity. Would you like to have them?”
