The Sex Ring
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : A. J. Llewellyn
Word Count :21833
Publication Date :2019-09-27
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-643-3
This book has been previously published.Edan doesn’t believe in ghosts…so why does he feel compelled to believe the second he’s in possession of THE SEX RING?
Struggling filmmaker Kristofer Edan accepts a cash pay day to model the leather ensembles owned by recently deceased, celebrated artist Rafael Ortiz at an auction. Kristofer soon finds himself coveting one jacket in particular that has an unusual addition-- a sex ring dangling from its epaulette.
When Kristofer wins the jacket in a second-chance bid, he’s in for a big surprise…the sex ring seems to have an intense energy, that when in use, conjures up sexual dreams and powers that Kristofer never had before. He soon becomes obsessed with the ring and the dead artist…painting huge canvasses that people say resemble those of Ortiz himself. Kristofer starts to feel the dead man’s presence and senses that Rafael is just as obsessed with him…or…is Kristofer possessed by him?
“Oh, my God. I don’t think I can do this.”
James stared at me. “Of course you can. Did you see yourself out there?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I didn’t.”
“Look.” He whipped out his cellphone and showed me the footage he had just shot. I looked confident. I had a kind of swagger. Man, was that me?
He helped me change as Trevor hollered in my ear.
“You’re next, you’re next!”
James started stroking my crotch. “You fill that thing nicely, dude.”
He pushed me to the curtained partition and I almost fell face first down the runway.
I made it down and back, beset by the urge to whip off the jockstrap and fling my thing around. What the hell was wrong with me? I jiggled my hips, I did a rutting flip of my crotch at the crowd, then turned and took my time stalking back to the dressing room.
Man, I’m hot! I’m so fucking awesome!
These were not my thoughts. Man, what was in the frickin’ soda? Was I hallucinating? I felt feverish, and yeah, hot. Maybe I was coming down with something?
Turn around, fool. They love me! Man, I’m hot! I’m so fucking awesome!
Once again, I turned and preened. I kept trying to turn around, but all of a sudden, my hand was involuntarily rubbing my crotch, like I’d started channeling some gay porn star. My hand rose and I stared as it slipped down inside the leather jockstrap.
“Oh, yeah, baby!” I shouted.
I tried to bite my tongue. What the hell was the matter with me? I forced myself to turn and walk backstage. I got back to James who was jumping up and down.
“You were incredible!” He showed me the footage and I felt shame and embarrassment as I watched my own fingers shoot down between the clip of the jockstrap, clearly touching myself.
Man, I was so aroused in the footage, that my dick got stuck. I had been trying to whip it out. What the hell?
“I…I don’t remember doing that.”
“You don’t? Man, everyone here’s asking me for your number. Can I get some of your sloppy seconds? Some of these guys are smokin’.”
He helped me on with another pair of leather trousers and the jacket I coveted.
“You can have all the guys you want. Listen, you have to bid on this jacket for me.”
“How high do you want to go?”
“I don’t care. I want it. I must have it.”
“Relax,” he said as my fingers gripped his shoulders. “I’m on it.”
How did my fingers get to his shoulders?
I was up again, and I strutted down the runway catching my brother’s shocked expression. Joshua stood beside him. He smiled at me and I smiled back.