Update/Story snippet!

Hi all

'Late pt.8' is out in a week, scheduled for 4th of May! For those of you who haven't read the draft, below will be a snippet of the story to let you all know what's to come.

      Enjoy!

               TSG123 x
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Freddie’s eyes crawled open, gazing at an unfamiliar white ceiling, feeling the blood raging through his rock-hard penis.

“Fuhh….”

Some sort of walrus nearby let out a huge snort.

“Hnnnkkgghhhhhh....”

It took him a few seconds to work out he wasn’t in his flat. Cream walls, tasteful wooden drawers and wardrobes all neatly arranged with no clothes hanging out of them was not something he usually woke up to. The smell of clean, fresh linen was vibrant in his nose, quickly replaced as he burped and recoiled.

The stench of semen filled his nostrils.

“Hhruugh.….oh…”

“Hhnnkkkkkkkkghh....”

The snort rattled his skull again.

‘What on earth?....’

He brought his head from the vibrating pillow, and turned to see the dying pig sounds were coming from right beside him. His eyebrows shot up at Jane’s face crushed against the pillow, mouth wide open and letting loose snores not heavy enough to shake the windows, but certainly enough to make him wonder how he’d managed to sleep at all.

“Hhhnnkkkkkkkkghhhh....”

Freddie looked on in amazement, observing her nose bent by the angle it had been stuffed into on the pillow, the little dot of wetness at the corner of her mouth, short blond hair everywhere. It might have been the ugliest he’d ever seen her.

‘She’s perfect.’

The tremendous urge to kiss her barged to the forefront of his thoughts.

‘I shouldn’t wake her...’

His eyes trailed down the slight curve of her back, and then further to where the sheets covered her body, the hills of her buttocks in the bed clear to see, then back up to where her arms were akimbo like a ragdoll dropped from the rafters.

Fred sighed, simply enjoying the sight of the splayed out woman, barely believing that any female was sleeping next to him, let alone this one. Maybe he’d wake up and it would all be a dream?

“Hnn....”

The ache of his asshole told a different story, and he raised the sheets, eyes widening as he realised his ass had leaked Jane’s sperm through the night, leaving a large wet patch that he had slept in blissfully.

‘Oh holy fuck.’

Then followed more smells – the BO of two people crusty with sweat weighed heavily in the air.

“Oof...”

“HMPNUH?”

He jerked as a coarse snuffling sound coalesced into a dishevelled-looking Jane, her hair straw-like and half-over her face, an oddly grumpy look giving way to satisfaction as she unpeeled her face from the pillow, blotched red where she had slept on it. Her eyes were covered by strands of straw. She chewed the air, and reached for water on the bedside table, finding none, groaning and clutching her left arm, before suddenly going stiff, and peeling back the unkempt curtains across her face.

Fred gave a little wave.

“Hi.”

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The final story will be released on the 4th May for Patrons levels 1 - 3. Stay tuned!