The tunnels grew tighter as Splattershot crept deeper into the sewer system, her flashlight beam slicing through the suffocating darkness. The mask covering her face-homemade but sturdy-filtered out some of the stench, but the sharp chemical tang still clung to the back of her throat. Her stomach gurgled loudly, bloated and heavy from the gallons of water and protein shakes she’d forced down earlier. It was preparation, ammunition-but it left her feeling sluggish, queasy, and precariously full.
I’m working on the second story in my Vomit Vigilante superhero series and Maggie Flynn keeps coming more alive for me as I write her. I get to scenes like this, Maggie’s belly stuffed full, rounded, aching, sloshing….
as she creeps toward a battle that will wring her guts dry….
and the tension is so thick I have to pause for a few orgasms before I can write more.
I’ve got a clit-swelling crush on Splattershot and not only is she fictional, she’s my own. How fortunate does that make me?
I hope some of you all get as excited about Maggie’s perpetual upset stomach as I do. I keep writing these stories because it feels so good to be aroused for hours and writing. Please keep reading these stories and enjoying them at whatever level feels right to you. (I do love thinking about other people touching themselves because my stories touched them. I hope that’s happening somewhere right now!)
If you’re enjoying Splattershot, stay tuned, because the next story is coming as soon as I’m done writing and editing. Then I’m writing another tender romance story. I’m really in to hopping back and forth between sweet romance with a sour stomach and superhero puke girl.