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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Jacob’s Word”!

July 5, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Valentine’s Treatment”, teased previously as an Early Bird Reward story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Jacob’s Word” (MC MF MD)!

Cheryl keeps trying to explain the effect that Jacob’s mysterious word has on her, but Doctor Beckham just doesn’t understand. Maybe that’s because what happens when she hears the word seems impossible. Or maybe it’s just that Cheryl has a lot of trouble thinking clearly ever since she heard it the first time. Here’s a taste:

Even though Cheryl came into the office expecting pretty much exactly that response, it nonetheless hurt to hear it. She didn’t even know anymore how many times she’d tried to explain the problem, only to be met with the same bemused condescension. And of course, if she got angry or upset or let any of her frustration show even a little, that only confirmed their snap diagnosis that they were dealing with an ‘irrational’ woman who needed therapy, and not…not…not whatever the fuck she did need. She tried to control her voice as she said, “No. It’s not something a couples counselor can help with. Jacob and I aren’t even a couple.”

Doctor Beckham blinked. He furrowed his brow in such obvious confusion that Cheryl could practically picture the gears grinding inside his skull. “I beg pardon,” he said at last, clearly picking his way through a verbal minefield. “But you said that you lived in this man Jacob’s home. That you were having regular sexual intercourse with him. Is that no longer ongoing, or…?” He trailed into silence, as if unsure which path would take him safely to the end of the sentence and not wanting to risk a misstep.

Cheryl squirmed in what she hoped Doctor Beckham would see as discomfort. Her hand twitched subliminally, a brief flicker of almost imperceptible motion as the words ‘sexual intercourse with him’ triggered a spasmodic urge to masturbate while picturing Jacob’s cock where her fingers were. She forced it aside. “N-no,” she said, staring at the floor so that her long chestnut hair waterfalled over her face and hid her blush. “He’s still fuh…I’m still his…” The heat in her pussy kept building as she struggled frantically to find a way to describe her sex life that didn’t set off any of the suggestions in her head. “It’s still ongoing,” she said at last. “But it’s not. Um. It’s not intentional. It’s the word again.”

Hope you enjoy it!