My Idea of What's in the Female Erotica Section of the Bookstore

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Lyra snickers and closes the door of her apartment behind her.

“Finally inside, do you want some tea? I bought this new herbal one from the Chinaman on 62nd street!”

He is about to say something about her use of language but much of his sight has already blurred and he quickly loses his train of thought.

Günther is on the new shit, not just good old testosterone injections but Progenane C40. It is only to be administered to the recently DECEASED to make them look less pale in the open casket, but it has off-label uses too and Günther has a friend in the right place.

He is shivering all over his body but he has never felt so VIRILE.

( … Forty minutes of flirting, foreplay or whatever… )

Her eyes have rolled up so far into her skull you can only see the whites. Her TONGUE is stretched out fully as if possessed. Günther is holding both her wrists with one hand, the other is pulling and pushing her torso frantically. The loud creaks of the bed frame are unrecognizable over their screaming and moaning. Her hips move abruptly and expectantly to anticipate his. She is alternating between locking her legs tight to pull him back into her or SPREADING them out wide to heighten the impact of his THRUST.

At this point she is half-gone, flickering in and out of consciousness, forgetting her name, where she lives and last of all how often she has already come in the last hours. She is CONVULSING. She is TWITCHING. She is speaking exclusively in foreign tongues, or summoning a demon or just gibberish. You never know with these broads…

At this point, Günther is more method than man. He embodies action alone. The rhythmic motion of her milked-up double D naturals puts him into a constant loop of autohypnotic reinforcement.

He gets up and drags her by the right ankle down to the lower right corner of the bed. He is steering her as if she is a muppet. A MARIONETTE. His left hand grabbing her THROAT and pushing her into the mattress. His large right hand spread over both her breasts. He is titillating her right nipple clockwise with his thumb and her left nipple counterclockwise with his pinky. Just a few minutes ago she is screaming out his name and all the slurs she has forgotten she knew. But by now, she has gone fully NONVERBAL.

At one moment he manages to catch a glimpse across the room he has forgotten he is in: a communist sickle here, some astrology posters there, the latest issue of Cosmopolitan. Clearly, this chick doesn’t need any more of her brain fucked out and yet it gives him even more fervor.

The bed sheets are soaked and the frame has COLLAPSED but none of this matters. IT is about to happen. She is about to receive his GIFT.

INTERLUDE You see, Günther is a forward-looking man. He has taken Lyra’s hints and knows there is a good chance of today being FUCK DAY. He is meticulous. Already days before, he starts edging on schedule to eventually reach his personal MAXIMUM LOAD capacity. He has read the research. The process is painful. He feels for days like his testicles are about to explode but he is determined NOT to cum like a commoner. NO! He makes it his mission, his raison d’être, to unleash what most would describe as a biological hazard into this ovulating college girl. This can not be done with any sort of semi-transparent, see-through ejaculate. No! And he is no dribbler either! No, it’s exclusively thick, fibrous, high-velocity loads or his name isn’t GÜNTHER HORN. /END INTERLUDE

The moment has arrived. While his hand is choking her and pushing her THROAT into the mattress, his PELVIS is shaking up and down like a RATTLESNAKE in its prime. This is the crescendo of a melody that has hummed louder every hour since they set up the date. He grabs both her “GRADE A+” tits, tilts her upright by pushing his knees into her redly spanked ass and with her screaming and him grunting he lets out a deep growl of relief. It is as if a demon has left his GROINS and in her last flicker of awareness, she spreads her legs, now in mid air, as wide as she’s ever spread them. His mouth now foaming, a capillary bursting in his left eye, he screams “Not Even the queers can take this from us!”

Now he is pulling her hips upwards into his and is gushing out ROPE after rope after rope. A CATARACT of glory. ORGASM follows orgasm until all five, possibly seven, ounces of his painfully accumulated liquid essence has torrented into her womb, cervix or uterus or whatever… Günther comes and he comes BIGLY. It is a bioweapon of PURE LOAD. The intensity burns through his body and after many seconds of twitching and pumping he collapses squarely onto her chest. His field of vision goes dark. Now, his mind cleared and he recalls her weirdly-racist nomenclature … “Chinaman? Problematic!“, he thinks, his penis still twitching inside her load-bearing, insensate body, he whispers into her ear “I withdraw consent”.

LITERATUS

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BibTeX 
@misc{strasser2025,
  author = {Strasser, Markus},
  title = {My Idea of What's in the Female Erotica Section of the Bookstore [Redux]},
  year = {2025},
  url = {https://markusstrasser.org/},
  note = {Accessed: 2025-11-27}
}