Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updates, fine readers. We have been apart for far too long due to a thing we don't like to refer to as school but rather refer to as Harold.
While this chapter is short, it is but one of many upcoming chapters in the wonder saga of Unexpected Changes.We shall continue to write, we hope you continue to read. If you suddenly stopped reading we worry for your sudden bout of illiteracy. You should have that checked out sometime.
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CHAPTER SEVEN - "Bell hoppin' and there's just no stoppin'"
Within twenty minutes my fruit rolls and cheeze wiz was at the door. I swung the door open even before the Bellhop had time to finish his first knock. I found myself staring up at the same bellhop that delivered my Edward his Fig Newtons a mere thirteen hours before.
I don't know if it was the lack of good sex or the florescent lighting, but the bellhop looked unbelievable attractive with his dyed brown hair that was lightly fading to gray. I felt like I was back in the middle ages as his front gap teeth sent my body into a twitter. That coupled with his chalky back and his holding his hands behind his back in a weird angle was more than my female desires could handel. I shoved my cart of cheeze wiz and fruit rolls down the hall, and pulled the Bell Hop into the room.
"What are you dong?" the belhop asked, his voice like a herd of lions growling into the night.
"I'm releasing the inner vixen," I said, pushing him down on the bed.
"By the way!" he replied, tossing his hands back. "You remind me of that time I saved a girl's life. She was going to kill herself but she started calling me every night and I saved her."
His story threw me into a deeper pit of desire. A man who would fight for the life of another, I could only dream to be so lucky to possess such a heavenly being.
"What is your name, my beautiful HUNK OF MAN-MEAT?!" I requested in a voice like velvet.
"My name is John Guevremont," he smiled, the space in his teeth causing the vapors in my nethers. "Some people pronounce it wrong though. Don't do that. My brother pronounces it wrong. I hate that. It's Gev-er-mont not this... Guuuu-vern-mont nonsense."
"Well, John Guevremont. Save my life and stick you man meat into my hogee."
I smashed his lips onto mine. I didn't care if people pronounced his name wrong. All I wanted was his French-Canadian manhood inside me. I felt his manhood throb against my thigh as I let my tounge explore the cavernous space within his two front teeth.
"Would you look at that?" John pulled away from our passionate embrace. "Have you never seen a finer looking penis. Now this is a penis that was made to write musicals!"
"Yes," I replied a little annoyed. Was every man I tried to have sex with incompetent in some way? "I bet you and I could make wonderful music together if you just did the necessary actions with that erect little wonder."
"I mean, seriously, I haven't been circumscribed but this baby is so great you can't even tell!"
I looked down at his manhood, standing tall in the light of the florescents. I had to admit, it was a fine piece of man. All... skin and veins and urinary tracts and tubing and some muscle and maybe a bit of fat that didn't alter the shape or size. It wasn't the granite statuesque member of my Edward, but I admit, it did look like the right tool for the job.
The job of sex.
"It's quite nice," I restated as I began to gentley stroke his lovely music maker.
"Tell me about it! Why am I not a porn star? Actually there was that one time...oh no, wait. That was me just crying in the parking lot of a Dunkin Doughnuts, but of I ha-"
"CAN WE HAVE SEX ALREADY?" I lost it I wanted sex and I wanted it so bably I was ready to sell my soul to the devil for it.
Unfortunately for me I screamed this at the wrong time. For a click could be heard in the door as Edward swung th door open.
His powder ringed mouth dropped open as the rest of his Newtons fell with a thud to the ground. He looked like a young child who just realized Santa did not exsist, and mommy and daddy were getting busy under the tree instead of lining it with presents.