Pounded by a Fidget Spinner

By Paxton DeFleur

Despite the tantalizing allure of moving to Artemis, a fantastical city where women hold the power, Cynthia feels lost and alone with no friends. As she explores the matriarchal city she feels excited but terribly isolated.

Everything changes when she meets a new group of friends who are members of a curious organization -- an organization dedicated to worshiping "The Holy Gyroscope," which bears a striking resemblance to a modern day fidget spinner. Hoping to impress them, she signs up to be inducted into what she's quickly realizing is a cult.

Now Cynthia is thrust into the initiation ceremony, and with delight realizes that she must be pounded from behind while The Holy Gyroscope is plugged into her butt!

This erotic tale is 6,500 words of fidget spinner sex cult action, including anal, cult erotica, rough sex, cream pies, and the love between human woman and venerated gyroscopic toy.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Paxton DeFleur
• Release date: Feb 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370082100

Paxton DeFleur

Paxton was born and raised in a highly conservative Catholic family, so naturally she developed an insatiable obsession with sex.Ever since she found a hidden blue crate full of her father's Playboy magazines stashed under a floorboard in the garden shed, her mind has been weaving fleshy fantasies and longing to share them.She first won an award for her writing in eighth grade, when she submitted a short story about a hellish monster that climbs out of a well and possesses a teenager to commit devious acts. Little did the judges know that the original draft went into juicy detail about the devious, SEXUAL acts. By the time it reached the judges eyes however, she'd already pounded the backspace key to scrub it clean.Throughout high school, she used the same method to win six more short story contests: First she'd write a detailed erotic story, then cut out all of the most interesting parts in order to make it acceptable to the judges, then win. Because she kept winning, she felt compelled to write more, but didn't purge ALL of her erotica; she kept her real candy buried deep in her hard drive in a folder called "trig304."...No one ever opened that folder.Towards the end of high school Paxton dove into web design, and built several kink sites where her and other users would share short erotic stories. At one point, one of the sites was pulling in over 12k visitors per month.She went to college for software engineering and became a web developer for a fortune 500 company. After a few years in that job, she felt like part of her true being was missing. There was a large chunk of her life that felt neglected and forgotten. Working for a large IT company, she always feared that her vanilla boss and coworkers would discover her true kinky identity from all those years ago and her professional reputation would be ruined.Fueled by disdain and lack of creativity in her day job, Paxton began writing erotica again at night. Within a few months, her books became so popular that she quit her job at the IT company and, much to the disappointment of her conservative Catholic parents, now writes erotica full-time.

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Pounded by a Fidget Spinner

By Paxton DeFleur

Have you ever seen one of these things? Joey asked me.

I shook my head as I beheld the three-pronged star in his palm.

They’re all over the place, he continued, kind of annoying, really.

He pinched it between his meaty finger and thumb, and then flicked the gyroscope with his other hand. It whizzed in tight circles with a soft hissing noise.

His action mirrored that of dozens of people around us in the town square. Each of them had one of these little gyroscopes in a rainbow of jewel-tone colors peppering the area around the fountain. Their fascination with these things was mind-boggling.

I hate them. I mumbled.

Hey now, don’t be so negative Cyn! Just because you don’t have any friends yet in Artemis doesn’t mean it’s their fault… A wicked grin bloomed on my brother’s face, …it means it’s your fault!

Before I could move out of the way, he pushed me so hard that I fell into the fountain.

Asshole! I shouted. My new sheer white dress was soaked and translucently clung to my bare body.

Joey cackled mischievously, now you’ll make friends! then scampered away across the plaza, no doubt to graffiti something or bully some younger kids.

Miss, miss! Are you all right? asked a kind low voice behind me.

I turned to see a tall guy not much older than I was standing near the fountain, his expression tinged with worry.

He was gorgeous.

Suddenly I was rocked with embarrassment as I scrambled to cover my chilly hard nipples.

Um—! I said with a squeak, I think I need some help…

Don’t worry, the handsome stranger said, I know just what to do. You sit tight.

I obeyed his suggestion, huddling into a ball while freezing in the fountain. People around the town square were beginning to