Please Fuck Me, Eli (Intesex) Short Novella

Chapter 1

Season 1 Episode 1

Mia Bent POV

"I also need to work and pay the bills. We're both aware that they won't pay on their own. So quit whining." Lucas stated. I rolled my eyes as he went down the porch and along the drive way to his car. He got in his car and drove to work.

I desired sex. I want to get fucked. I want to be fucked inhumanly till my legs turn to mush, my chest heaves, my voice whimpers, and my pussy gushes juice.

I was born in dull Maryland, raised in boring Maryland, married in boring Maryland, and will die in boring Maryland. But Maryland isn't entirely to blame.

What was to blame was my community and what I expected them to think of me.

You heard correctly. I am a 22-year-old woman who didn't want to seem terrible in the eyes of individuals who were undoubtedly doing worse than me. Because I didn't want to be the slut, I married to get fucked. Not to hide my face behind a sweatshirt and sneak into a little sex store in town to buy a dildo to perform the task Lucas was meant to accomplish.

However, the only thing he brings is a large pay check. He has a bad attitude and, well, a little peepee, and I believe he is insecure.

and I realize that feeling insecure was created by me. when he pulled his pants down on the wedding night and I muttered,

"That's all there is to it..."

He flushed and couldn't say anything, and to make matters worse, he couldn't keep the 4 inches up...so my fingers, along with his calling me nasty things, had to complete the task that night.

I groaned and turned to go back inside, but a vehicle reversing in an empty drive way that hadn't been used in months grabbed my eye. Instead of going inside and doing my own thing, I stood outside watching as a black BMW x6 drew up, some boxes tied on the roof.

It stopped in the adjacent driveway; I couldn't see who was in the vehicle since the truck was blocking that side, but my mystery was solved when a young woman my age or younger approached me. She was dressed in a cargo army green short and a black t-shirt. She wore dark sunglasses that perched securely on top of her head, and she wore her hair in a sloppy bun.

A man with dark brown hair stood next her; I could see their lips moving but couldn't hear them; I stretched my body farther over the railing to see if I could hear them. I am a dull housewife who thought everything and anything rocked her boat.

My eyes widened when I noticed she was taller than the mover guy.

Damn was she a gaint.

I looked around to see if there would be no children or if a masculine figure would approach her to kiss and hold her like in the movies, but there was only her. Perhaps they haven't come up yet. I planned to go introduce myself, but as I looked down at my pink nightgown, which made me seem like an old cat woman, and black fluffy bed slipper, I changed my mind. I recognized that the meeting would have to be postponed.

I looked up to discover she was gazing at me, and all I could do was slowly raise my hands and make an uncomfortable wave. A grin slid across her lips; it may have been a smile, but I was 80% certain it was a smirk.

My arm was still waving, ostensibly waiting for her to respond, but she simply winked and went away. I looked down at my still-flying arms and used the next one to take it down. That was the most ordinary event that had ever happened.