Saturday Story 2025 #33 (Beta Reader)
Something new today. You can find it on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Margo reads Angela’s latest book and her mind is flooded with feelings of submission – a sexy FF piece.
This is an expansion of The Real Adventure, a flash fiction piece first included in volume 31 of my flash fiction series, Her Panties and Other Stories. The original concept was a little over 700 words, but this new take clocks over 4000. As always, the premise is the same, but I added a lot of heat to it, and I really mean that. I usually keep the same title when expanding a piece, but this time I felt Beta Reader made more sense, and so I stuck with it. Enjoy.
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An excerpt is available below:
Margo set Angela’s latest novel across her thighs, the battered preview copy fanned open, and exhaled a long, delighted sigh. The words lingered on her tongue. They were sweet and delicious like an expensive liqueur.
As far as she was concerned, it was Angela’s best work, impossible to put down or stop thinking about for even a moment. Not that she’d ever cared for sword-and-sorcery before. The genre always seemed like a thin excuse for boys to swing swords at each other and to get drunk on violence and self-importance before retiring to the tavern to get drunk all night.
Angela, though, had a knack for making the unreal seem believable and more than a little dangerous. Her prose was a slow-acting poison, worming its way under the skin, and by the end of the first chapter, Margo had been undone. Three hundred and sixty-four pages later, she was only starting to savor the aftereffects, a buzzing in her brain, as if a swarm of invisible bees had settled there and was waiting for a cue to sting.
She rocked forward on the futon, running her fingers over the dog-eared page, wondering if she should start it again immediately or let the memory ferment for a while. The former won out, if only by a hair. She’d reached for her phone before she even realized it.
Angela picked up on the second ring. “Margo. You can’t be finished already,” she laughed.
“I am, and I hate you for it,” Margo said. “Please tell me you’re working on the next one. Lie if you have to.”
“Oh, I never lie,” Angela replied, her voice sultry even over the phone. “But yes, I’m already a few chapters into the sequel. Did you enjoy it that much?”
“Enjoy? It’s the best thing I’ve read in ages. Except for the ending, which was pure torture. You’re a monster for leaving it there.”
“Cliffhangers build character,” Angela purred. “And anticipation. I’m glad you liked it, Margo. You’re my ideal beta reader, you know?”
Margo blushed, too pleased to protest. “I can’t stop thinking about Chapter Thirteen. That’s my favorite part.”
“Is it?” Angela’s tone shifted, becoming softer and more coaxing. “People keep telling me that. What drew you to it?”
“All of it. The build-up, the mood, and the… You know… the scene.”
“You mean, the sex?”(…)
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