Banged For My Pokéstop: How Pokémon Got Me Laid

Because I am a nerd trying to find a niche market, I give you: Banged For My Pokéstop: How Pokémon Got Me Laid. The finest in Pokemon erotica.

Excerpt:

pokestop“Ok, ok, so we are just bored girls who don’t want to go out in the heat and we want to play our game, but it would be twenty times more fun to play it in here, since you have both a PokéStop and intense air conditioning magic so we are willing to, you know, get topless and stuff,” she said, still seeming to be hypnotized by the smell of the pizza.

“And stuff?” he said, opening the box and taking out a slice.

She watched him take bite, licking her lips.

“Yeah, you can, like, touch our tits. Not like, the whole time, but when there are no Pokémon around, we will let you feel us up and maybe we’ll make out with you and stuff,” she explained, the last words trailing into slight mumbling.

Mark finished the slice in a few large bites, then he washed it down with his beer.

“Both of you?”

“Yeah.”

“Making out and ‘feel you up?’ That’s kind of sounds like high school doesn’t it?”

“Kinda. That’s kinda hot, right?” she said with a wide sly smile.

Mark tried to fight the smile, but he nodded and laughed.

“Kinda,” he agreed.

 

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