Time For Sex

By Paul Westwood

This is a book about time travel. No, dear reader, it's not one of those long-winded novels about changing the course of history. Instead this is a story about sex, sex, and more sex. Alexandria, our dear heroine, is about to break the biggest story of her fledgling journalist career: using a time machine. Little does she know that she is about to meet the greatest lovers of history who will do anything to meet her wildest desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Westwood
• Release date: Jul 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301437818

Paul Westwood

Born in a time that is quickly becoming only a memory, Paul Westwood is an author of several genres, with a concentration on horror and historical fiction in the style of the vintage Gold Medal series. A graduate of Miskatonic University, Mr. Westwood also take an active interest in jabbernowling and boondoggling. He spends most of his other hours writing, listening to obscure music, and finding a good place to take a nap.

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Time For Sex

by Paul Westwood

Copyright 2013 Paul Westwood

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The Present

It guess it all began when I could feel myself getting closer and closer to what I really needed right then. Sure I had a plan in mind, but as I always say, pleasure before business - if you know what I mean. And it really didn't matter to me that I was being watched. In fact, I think I was getting off on it just a bit knowing he was out there watching me naked, being ridden with such gusto. And damn, did it ever feel good. It was like one those big steam trains building up speed way off in the distance with the thrum of the tracks making me feel really, really incredible down there. My breath was just beginning to get the tiniest bit ragged, and my bare skin was slowly flushing. Omigod! I panted. Keep going. Harder, harder!

I looked up again at the dark haired university student pressed against me. I had picked him up from the bar barely an hour before and he was giving it to me like a well-oiled pile driver, pounding me vigorously.

I've told you that you'd be in trouble, he growled. I'm not stopping until you can't take it anymore!He somehow picked up speed, the sound of my moaning matching his thrusts like a wild metronome. I was beyond uttering anything coherent at this point. I had a train to jump on and ride to the town called Ecstasy.

Oh! Oh! he cried out.

Shit! Not yet?! Was that like one minute or less? I was just getting started! I arched my body upwards and grabbed at the sofa cushions, desperately trying to get myself off but it was already too late. I watched, depressed, as Larry lips tightened and those wide eyes dilated as he reached the tipping point for his orgasm.

Crap! I had no choice at this point but to drop my plans of coming hard and instead switched to faking it like a porn star. I opened my mouth wide open and let out a torrential scream that bounced off the walls as he did one final thrust, shot his load and collapsed on top of me like an amateur.

Whew! I let out my breath then gave him a hug as I kissed him hesitantly on his pimply cheek. More like Ewww! I really wanted to throw up at that point, but held it in. Fifty nine more minutes and I was about to embark on the greatest adventure a girl could ever have. I could make it that long if it killed me.

Larry finally pulled himself off me and kissed me softly on the lips. I told you I was good in bed.

I didn't want to talk to him anymore so I just snuggled closer as I gave a peek over his shoulder. Sure enough I could see movement through the frosted window. God, he was cocky! Yet that was I was exactly counting on. Fifty eight minutes and counting.

Shhhhh, I whispered in Larry's ear. I placed my naked leg over his and rested my hand on his now limp manhood. Then I pretended