Deckerotica

Again, sorry, but it looks like I left this story in my draft folder. Any who, I just hit publish on 20 Minutes.

From 9 Holes to 20 Minutes, I like working with numbers in erotic fiction. This story began there–with the number 20. Then, I thought about minutes, and then, I thought about life. While I tend to like each story I post well enough–for I tend not to write until I can actually feel what I am writing, I especially like this one. As for my triangulated approach to erotica, this one is a mash up between stroke and reflective. You can decided the ratio of each for yourself. For next month, I think I am already leaning toward the romantic point of the triangle–check back in early December.

Here’s one of my favorite passages from 20 Minutes:

“As he said this, I remembered the reality of boyfriend and husband smothering practiced by so many women, for in the end, while some like pussy, everyone loves cock. Women know this, so they hold onto their men like King Kong to his lady. But now, I had 20 minutes of this guy’s freedom. With this fact hanging between our upturned dicks, a kinetic energy passed between us as the urgency of time dictated we already be going at it, so I touched him, and after that, it was easy.”

Read the complete story here.