The Ultimate O
Written: October 5, 2003
The Ultimate O is my attempt to do right by a wuman, yessir. Sorry, my St. Louis accent coming through, there.
I think I may have mentioned this before in one of my Forwards to another story, and if so I would refer you to that story as well. But I can't remember - ah, memory is the second thing to go. Anyway, I have it on good authority that male writers tend to write very similar to the way they screw. There's three and only three "hot spots" on a woman's body that they go for, and usually quite quickly into the love making session. I'm sure you can figure out what those three are, and if you're a guy you are probably scratching your head and wondering what I'm talking about - there's more than three? My source on this is my close friend and proof-reader and fellow author (and when I get permission to use her name, if she grants it, you can have a name to go with her talents).
So The Ultimate O is actually the response to a challenge that I couldn't write something that would actually mean something to women - that I could write a sex scene that didn't feature the guy kissing the girl, fondling her breasts with one hand and lining up his Johnson with her Penelope Puss with the other, all within the first twenty seconds. I'm not sure I achieved total perfection with this story but my friend assured me that I was showing marked improvement. And, as in real life, I considered that a victory and immediately went back to writing slam-bam twenty second sex scenes.
The Ultimate O did get good response from the newsies when I ran it but the overwhelming comment was why didn't I finish. My answer to that is, for once, the guy wasn't going to finish before the girl. And if it took a fade to black ending, then I was satisfied.
Toran