Primal Scream (Box Set #1 Taboo Sex + AFF)
PRAISE for Jess C Scott
“[Please] keep up the good work . . . the world can certainly use some more authentic, original work like yours, rather than the same old re-packaged mass-market pulp.”
— TGirl Revelations / Bibrary.com, October 2010
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“You pack huge volumes of experience and information into your [work]. You’re impressive, I’ll say that, and edgy and interesting. And mildly scary.”
— T. D. / via e-mail, 2010
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“I love the fact that the writer is not scared of taboo subjects, I love to read and learn about different things, and I am very glad that there are authors out there like [Jess].”
— Melanie Alexander, 2010
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Primal Scream
[Box Set #1, Taboo sex + AFF collection]
Published by Jess C Scott / jessINK, Smashwords Edition
www.jesscscott.com
Copyright © 2011 by Jess C Scott
All rights reserved.
First Edition: April 2011
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintended by the author.
Summary: Introducing part of Jess C Scott’s second erotic anthology (Fashion Icon + AFF / taboo sex + Asian factual fiction). The full edition of Primal Scream will contain taboo sex, AFF, and BDSM-themed stories (Jess is currently working on the latter).
Individual story summaries are included after the table of contents. Enjoy!
Notes:
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
P.S. This edition establishes the characters in Fashion Icon as neighbors or step relatives. Please “use your imagination” to fully enjoy the stories.
Jess writes relationship-based contemporary fiction with erotic elements, not pornography (which is primarily meant to titillate).
For more info, please visit Jess’s website @ http://www.jessink.com/porn_vs_erotica.htm
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Table of Contents
Story Summaries
FASHION ICON (taboo sex / step relatives)
[1] WICKED LOVELY (reworked)
[2] SWISS MISS (reworked)
[3] CRUNK (special edition)
[4] RINGFINGER (reworked)
[5] SPINNING AROUND (reworked)
AFF (Asian Factual Fiction / erotic literature)
[1] TAKE-OUT
[2] JACK IN THE BOX
[3] CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRLS RULE
Author Q&A
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Summaries
I. FASHION ICON (taboo sex stories)
1. Wicked Lovely (step-siblings):
Ed has been (guiltily) attracted to “Goddess Julie” for as long as he can remember—but moves out once he finishes high school. Unexpectedly, Julie discovers she has similar sentiments…
2. Swiss Miss (step-siblings):
Listless Andy Acklin underestimates the hold his younger stepsister has over him, who’s blossomed into a full fledged hottie.
3. Crunk (neighbours):
Cougar on the prowl Rachel Coker turns her attention to Brent, her 20-year-old neighbour.
4. Ringfinger (step-siblings):
22-year-old Nathan Karim proves his lifetime commitment and loyalty to Maya Karim, three days before Maya’s wedding day.
5. Spinning Around (stepfather/stepdaughter):
48-year-old Deryk Wolf’s not-so-little girl shows her appreciation for his support of her passion for fashion.
II. AFF (Factual Fiction)
1. Take-Out (Asian fetish):
Jake Blake “the Rake” from a small New England town meets his cosmopolitan Asian counterpart-cum-fetish.
2. Jack in the Box (interracial / sexual astrology):
A sensuous business acquaintance breaks Drea’s stale fixation with her first love, Jack.
3. Catholic School Girls Rule (Catholic sexual hang-ups):
When BFFs Chantal and Aisyah meet a Catholic school boy and his androgynous best friend, the two couples collectively discover how much they really have in common.
* For more info/excerpts, please visit: http://www.jessink.com/primalscream_fiaff.htm
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[1] WICKED LOVELY
Summary: A stepbrother and stepsister look to themselves, and not society, to make sense of the sexual love they share.
P.S. Due to their close relationship, Ed and Julie refer to themselves as “brother and sister” throughout this story [please see note above, and “use your imagination”].
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Wicked Lovely
[Ed / 4 June 2006]
YES — I’ve the whole house to myself.
Nine Inch Nails is playing upstairs, God how I love that fuck you like an animal song. Music’s so-so-so-so L-O-U-D. Rhythm’s so hypnotic it’s giving me a headspin.
Dad’s with golfing buddies. Mom’s at some beading class or bingo session. Don’t know it don’t matter.
And Julie? Julie Elle Drake is out with Bobby.
Bobby the Nice Guy.
Bobby the Prince.
Bobby the Sweet Guy who Asked Me Out with the Burnt Cookie he made at Home Ec class.
Bobby the Everything.
Think about going over to Kingston’s house for a while. Dude owes me 100 bucks. I should steal that and more when I’m over. He and his CEO dad share a stash of porn mags and expensive tobacco. But oh. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. Too half-assed to even reach over, pick up the phone and dial a number.
Switch TV on. Lounge around. It will only last a few minutes.
This languid tranquility is the prelude to what comes next.That feeling, suddenly picks up again. I try and try but I can’t get away. Cell by cell, my brain is wired to the signal. It’s like a strange invisible smoke line, luring you in...to the destination place.
“This is so weird.” I speak my thoughts out loud. One nice thing about having the house to yourself is that you can voice your own thoughts without fear.
Everyone will kill me if they know about this. I’m a perv, a deviant, a psycho, a twisted individual! This is gross unhealthy abnormal I’ll cross over a line that should have never been crossed if I haven’t already and I need counseling or should I see a psychiatrist and get myself checked out, maybe we were brought up in a screwed up kind of way?
“I don’t think so.” Detective Green on Law & Order. Lost track of what’s going on in this episode. Can’t concentrate. Can’t concentrate on shit.
Body is aching. In the craving way.
Peel myself off the sofa. Ed, you sicko.
I wanna tell the voice in my head and the whole world to shut up. They can talk and talk but they’ve not been in the same situation, they don’t even know what they’re missing out on.
That. That’s the exact thing that fuels their disgust and anger. It’s a displaced frustration, that they can never have access to this deranged special kind of arrangement. Go, Ed!
Drag myself up the stairs in a weird mix of dread guilt apprehension and uncontrollable wild anticipation and excitement.
Find myself in front of Goddess Julie’s room. The door is closed but you can’t lock it from the outside. Glare at the morons on the poster. Some lame brothers emo-looking band with way too much eyeliner and black hair dye that really sucks BIG TIME, nothing but pop “rock” crap for 12 year old girls to listen to (Julie isn’t 12 — figure of speech). Their lyrics are about their love life and if those lyrics are indeed true, damn their love life blows. They don’t have one insanely hard and talented guitar solo, no drummer, no bass player,
and no talent. They are just another manufactured product and who knows what their appeal is. Where’s a new Zeppelin, Iron Maiden, Nirvana, or Guns n’ Roses? Good music is dead. So once again, I don’t think they suck, I KNOW they suck.
Then the paranoia and urgency strikes. Hurry up! Someone might be home any minute!
Why’s Julie’s room always so immaculate. Even if I pack my room and try to keep it clean it looks like a pigsty within a day or two at most. Clothes papers and empty water bottles all over. Julie’s is always neat and tidy and she puts everything back in their proper place and she doesn’t use any of those awful air fresheners or “deodorizers” like you find in malls or public restrooms but there’s this nice pleasant fresh sweet scent all the same maybe she burns scented candles every night I got her a set for her birthday. But she has so many so I don’t know if she’s used it oh god oh god oh yes what I’m here for...
I slide open her top drawer yes yes oh yes of course everything is in place. Whoa she’s gotten new stuff since the last time I was here a few weeks ago. Nice stuff too, lace and more lace, blacks reds. I knew she always had it in her. But those have the price tags on still. Not used before?
But no wait! That’s good! So maybe I’m seeing them first before Bobby or anyone else.
The label says ‘Made in Hong Kong’. High quality, I didn’t know that.
I run my fingers slowly over them. Gorgeous lace. See a Free VS Cotton Panty card on the tabletop. Exotic-looking black model to the right in a pink thong covering her bare tits with her bare arms. Yes pretty face nice hair and all but I think Julie should go be a model and appear in some lingerie catalog too. What is it with the sickly looking shapeless pale stick figures nowadays yet another thing I don’t think I’ll ever understand I mean it’ll be like humping a skeleton though I wouldn’t really know for sure it’s more of a postulation: now Julie, Julie ain’t a skeleton, she’s not fat either. She’s slim but curvaceous. Her hips. Her slender thighs. The curve of her waist that screams for your hand to be there. She’s going to be the death of me. How am I supposed to date and meet new people and look for the “girl of my dreams” when I’m already under the same roof with her day and night in, how do I figure this out—she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know how wrong it is to keep smiling and treating me nice I am her big brother after all, and if Bobby dares lay a hand on her...but I bet not that guy’s a total wuss, but anyone else how can they not with an angel’s face and body for sin like that? See everyone else is entitled to do whatever they want except ME does she let them does she let them but the important question is would she let ME.
So she hasn’t used this VS card yet. Goody, that means another one is coming soon. Suddenly I freeze: I think I’m heterosexual. Yes I’m a teenage male that gets turned on by women's clothes, but recognizes himself as male, I just choose to express the ‘femininity’ of my personality. Might this even make me more able to have better sexual relationships with women? But what if I’m homo. How does liking wearing women's clothes make me homo when I would rather be in a relationship with a female than male. But what if I’m a bisexual that’s never been in a relationship with a man before? Or what’s that other one, transsexualism? What the hell does that mean anyway?
Then all of that doesn’t matter because I’m made aware of the fact that
I Am Stiff. Wanted to take this slower today but in this midst of the paranoia and actually being here that’s not going to happen. Strip my boxers off and reach out for two, three, thongs, gorgeous thongs, and oh Julie if only you were here, I’m older/taller/bigger/smarter/fitter/better-looking than that ratface Bobby with the annoying hawk nose and greasy pimply face what the hell do you see in him anyway. The sensation of lace is a new one, different from my own hands, oh oh oh anything is different and better than my own hands, my whole bod shivers with pleasure meeting with these freaking hot panties that’s going to be BETWEEN JULIE’S LEGS!!!!!!!!!
Shoot a load into her underwear. Man alive that’s the most amount in the entire past month. And then I wear them, one of ’em. The red black really bad-girl looking one. That piece of string cutting up the ass sure isn’t fine, but I don’t fit all the way in them I’m so hard.
Julie I wish you were here I can only dream about you digging this big time. “Walk around the room” you’d command, be a dominatrix crack that whip tell me anything I’d do it and Julie you angel from Hell my own flesh and blood how can this be WHY god WHY oh who cares you’ll hump me for a while from outside and after a while you’ll tell me to take them off and to come and do you for hours all through the night and we’d be sore all over the next morning.
Man, I haven’t been this hard since forever oh I want to put the wood in her like I’ve come so damn hard I’ve now got a bloody cramp in my foot and I think I just heard the front door slam and yeah oh yeah that’s Mom’s jubilant voice singing “Ed! Are you home? I got you some cookies!”, and I think of the burnt cookie and Bobby and oh shit I have 20 seconds to get outta here will you notice what I left behind, Julie? We need an apartment something somewhere there’s no way in this house coz we’d tear the house down and keep the neighbors up and Mom’s eagle eyes man don’t get me started on that do you know that when I say I wanna travel the world live in some place like Mauritius or the Maldives and all my escapist dreams, I really mean that I want to do all that with you I don’t know why it just seems to be a natural choice coz we know each other well and get on with each other great why shouldn’t we and Julie you’re the one person that doesn’t judge me oh I guess I’ll lay these back neatly like you left and like it and maybe you’ll dream of me before you sleep at night like I do about you Julie, Julie
[Julie : 3 February 2007]
Bobby dumped me.
I don’t know if I was expecting or asking too much. I feel like I’ve wasted a whole portion of my life. I could have spent this time doing much more useful things.
I really need a life, and have to let loose more instead of getting caught up in relationship rubbish.
If I think back, there was one point where I figured that things weren’t working out for either of us.
Some guys say that going down on a girl is “nasty”. I guess it doesn’t really taste like honey all of the time, but if we’re going to go down on them all the time, I think it’s only fair that both sides make the effort to please each other.
Oh well. So we were in the basement. It was around Christmas time. I was at his house, we were alone in the basement, and we were making love.
“Will you go down on me?” I ventured.
I read in magazines countless times. That in relationships, it’s all about communication. That if I wanted something from my boyfriend, whether it was sexual or not, I’d have to voice up and let him know about it. Because nobody is a mind-reader. So okay, I bought that. Now to sit back and see what results I would get for my efforts.
It’s a good thing I am a cynical pessimist sometimes. It keeps you from being bruised a little too much. Ed thinks I’m smart, that’s why I don’t take crap from anyone, but I think I’m just more of a realist more than anything.
So I waited. Saw Bobby’s face in between my thighs. He was fingering me, not really knowing what to do next.
Did I really expect him to answer, “Yes, dear — your wish is my command,” like some incredible sexual-requests-granting genie?
Well, maybe. For just a wishy-washy second.
He was hesitating. His hesitation seemed to conquer his...enthusiasm (if there was any to begin with)...in this “something new” to try out.
He did try it out though. He first gave a lick. There was nothing wrong with the actual lick. It was light, tentative, careful, and he didn’t really seem totally grossed out.
But his heart wasn’t in it.
It was, like, “Okay, you asked for something, so I gave it to you. So there.” Was it pleasant for him? Was I forcing him to do something he didn’t want to?
“Do I continue?” he asked. Not in
an unfriendly manner.
I decided to give it one more chance.
“Mmm,” I uttered as sexily as I could. I shot him a sultry look with my eyes. I gave him the sauciest smile I could manage too. I wanted him to know that I didn’t doubt his abilities. That there was no rush about anything. That I wanted us to both enjoy it.
He kept at it for a while. I writhed around more out of obligation than actual ecstasy. My own inventive uses of the edges of chairs and tables could do the job ten times better.
“Can I go back to what we were doing before?” I heard Bobby say.
“Alright, baby,” I replied. “Your tongue’s getting tired, huh?”
“I guess you’re taking too long to come.”
I laughed. We rolled over and started spooning. I glanced at the clock on the wall — he must have been at it for about ten minutes, tops.
From then on things were just...different.
Maybe I should have waited a little longer. I did love Bobby, so I thought it was right, I thought it would be right...the first time was quite good. It was memorable, because we were both excited and horny. It took two or three times to get the position right.