Bonus: Tera’s Book Tour Pt. 01

A boring-ass night.

Dinner was simple; chicken with spiced couscous. Helen technically ate alone, but she dined with her wife in the nook. She would have called it an average evening in. Her wife, Tera would have referred to it as, “A boring-ass night.” Which she did, just now.

Helen smirked. “I know what you want. It’s been a long day and I want to let dinner settle before, ya know…”

“Ooh say it–I love it when you say that word.” Tera was grinning like a fool.

Helen sighed, “I have to let my stomach settle so I don’t throw up when we FUUUUCK.” Tera giggled, gave a wink and a kissy-face before going back to sucking her own dick.

More on that later.

Helen finished eating, picked up her dishes, then Tera and set them all on the counter. As she busied herself with cleaning, Tera made small talk from her perch next to the sink. Apparently she had figured out a trick with her abbreviated body and wanted to show off to Helen later… “You know… in BED.”

Helen laughed, “You mean, when we FUUUUCK?” She threw her dish towel at Tera and managed to cover her whole head.

“Hey! No fair, that’s bullshit!” Tera shook her head in an attempt to fling the rag off of her, but having a penis for a neck, inserted to a limbless, truncated lower torso… a lot of things are just not in the cards. “Helen– hahhh!”

Helen rushed over at the sound of distress and pulled the towel off.

“I came.” It was seeping out of her upper and lower vaginas, and some drops oozed down the penis in front. A puddle had formed under her “Sorry Helen.. it was the towel rubbing on my dick, and trying to move my OTHER dick inside… I would help clean it if I could.”

Helen looked at her tenderly and patted her head. Tera had a sweet heart, and they really did love each other, but her wife was, in all practical sense, a living sex toy. The only thing sex toys are good for is to be screwed. The difference was that Helen had never owned a dildo topped with a beautiful woman’s head, and gorgeous red hair. Helen kept it long; it tickled her thighs when they, you know… F-WORDED. Also dildos don’t scream, This is so fucking hot. Which, let’s face it, is so fucking hot.

“You CAN help, in a way.” Helen said, “If you wait for me to clean you last, I can get these dishes done sooner. Fair?” Tera was still upset. “OK, middle ground. Want to soak in the jug?” That got her back.

The tap water was already warm, so Helen filled a large plastic jug and added a little body wash. Sufficiently full, she placed her hands on the sides of Tera’s head and pulled. With a quiet shlup,Tera’s long dickneck was exposed. It was still dripping with her fluids. Her cock twitched.

“It’s-s a little c-cold out here,” said Tera, shivering. Helen quickly lowered Tera’s penis into the warm water. The back of her head rested on the lip of the jug and her hair splayed out on the counter. “Ohhhh, that feels good. Thank you.” Her wife smiled and went back to the dishes. “I’ve been trying to be more convenient for you, honey. I just don’t know if it’s been enough.”

“Pshaw. You are designed for convenience! You barely weigh anything anymore; I don’t have to feed you; hell, if I’m tired I can leave your body at home and just take your head. Dear, whatever you are now, deep down you’re still human, and we all have our quirks. Yours just means I have to clean up a lot of cum! Small price to pay for loooove.” She kissed Tera on the forehead.

“Aw denizli escort well… thanks, Hel.” Tera blushed.

One of the strange side effects of having dozens of wishes cast on her, Tera was really adamant about two things now: She craved having Helen enjoy her body to the fullest (even when her head was off somewhere else).

She also tried to make sure her existence wouldn’t be a pain in the ass for her wife. As we’ve established, Tera can’t do much of anything, so it’s a fine line to walk.

—

Dishes and bodies were soon clean and the couple were resting on the couch watching the news. Sports, weather… old fart won at bingo. A boring-ass night. Helen was starting to doze when Tera shouted, “OH SHIT.”

There on TV was a photo of Tera’s nude body over the shoulder of the news anchor. Helen’s eyes went wide and she grabbed the arm of the sofa.

—

Thanks, Paul. On a lighter note, local resident Tera Smith is on track for The Newark Times Best Seller List.

The frame snaps to a full screen shot of Tera’s head in sunglasses, being held up by Helen. Tera’s detached lower body was being impaled by her wife’s impressive penis. They’re on the beach. It was the Rio trip. The fucking Rio trip–where did they find that photo?!

Her memoir, ‘Toying with Fate’ is an intimate look at life as a living sex toy. She lives in Oak Hills with her partner Helen. If selected, she will be the first local author to make it to the list. Best of luck, Tera! Back to you.

The co-anchor speaks.

You know, I think everyone here in town has a great story about Tera. I got to shake her dick at a local fundraiser last year. Remarkable… person. Coming up! How many DOGS… does it take– CLICK.

—

Helen shut off the TV and stared at the reflected outlines of she and her wife on the black screen. “What… the hell is happening here?” Helen was breathing hard.

Tera tried to speak as quiet as possible. “Calm down Helen, I can explain.”

“Calm down?! You! Naked on TV!! My goddamn ding-dong was all over over the news!! S-s-s-sticking… right out of you!!” Helen was trying to make sense of it all. “And a book?! Why didn’t you say anything!”

Tera’s lip was shuddering, she was trying to keep her composure. “It was supposed to be a surprise, Hel–“

“Well hey look at me! Surpriiiised!” Helen did jazz hands.

“Noooo, please Helen, I’m serious! We’ve been through a lot together, and–and in every situation, you somehow find a way to take care of us both. You bring me gifts! You set up romantic evenings! You even designed furniture for me!” She looked down at what remained of her body. “You made ME! All I can do is exist and hope I please you. So… this was a way for me to actually DO something. And I wanted to show you when it was ready.”

Helen exhaled, “Sorry Tera.” She shifted on the couch to face her wife. “I freaked out. I shouldn’t have. I guess in spite of the magic that makes us seem normal to everyone, in my head, I’m still the same Helen that hated herself growing up. To see us that exposed on TV was really jarring.”

“I know, honey. Think of it this way. Last week, at the market you put my body in the seat thingy of the shopping cart, then fucked me the whole time you were in there. I wasn’t even with you! Alicia had taken me to feed some ducks! I uh, jizzed all over her dress… oops.” Helen laughed, and Tera continued, denizli escort bayan “When I’m not in my body my dick hangs out for all the world to see. People touch it, shake it, hug it, too! She nodded at the penis at the base of her body. “Even this li’l guy, people probably look at it and think I have a small arm. Everyone sees us as different, and nothing else. OK?”

“Yeah… thanks for the reality check. I guess in our home I tend to forget stuff like that. In the moment, though, this thing kinda takes over.” She gestured at the sizeable bulge in her yoga pants. Tera’s eyes lingered on it. “OK so, what about this book?”

Tera explained: She had been feeling a little mopey one week. Helen’s side project as a business consultant had kept her out of town for a few days. Alicia, her care professional helped brainstorm, and the two decided that writing her life story might be a fulfilling endeavor.

The book took months to write–only during the times that Tera was alone with Alicia–once the draft seemed complete, Alicia said she’d have a connected relative look it over.

Alicia had said with a grin, “You know, to see if it has legs .” Tera snorted and stuck her tongue out her friend. Since her hiring a year ago, the two had become close.

Tera continued the recollection. “I guess her cousin liked it! He said he would shop it around for a deal. Alicia must have accidentally signed off on it, she never told me.”

—

Anyway.

Days later they had finally gotten in touch with the publisher, and on their advice, hired a publicist – Something Something Finley; he talked fast. They were in his office discussing a national press tour. Helen was dubious, but Tera wanted to know more.

“Wellllll,” he waved his hand nonchalantly, “Just the usual, some TV, some radio, a public reading here and there. One of those Pod things. Standard fare.”

Tera lit up, “TV like, national TV? That’s fucking cool, Helen!”

Helen groaned. This was exciting, and she was proud of her wife… “But the logistics alone, going from town to town… That’s gotta be draining for you right?”

Tera looked down, “I guess that’s true… Flying really does a number on my head.”

Finley leaned in over his desk. “That’s where I come in. We’ll come up with something. I read the book by the way. It was… uh, titillating!” Helen winced as he said that; her least favorite word. He proceeded, “One excerpt in particular mentions that your head and the body can survive separated, without any sustenance. Correct?”

Tera nodded. “Correct. I don’t really have organs, so–“

“That’s perfect. I have an idea, the body goes on tour. You stay home; if we need you for an appearance or an interview, we satellite you in. What do you think?”

The two looked at each other. Helen cocked her head and shrugged. Tera looked back to Finley, “That might work. I have a primary care professional–would she be able to escort me? I mean my body? You know.”

“We can arrange for that, I’m sure. Just so I’m barking up the right tree, do you mind if I have a look at it?” Tera looked unsure. “No, Miss this isn’t personal. It’s about entertainment, and I need to make sure you are entertaining on a screen.”

Tera looked to Helen and nodded. Helen slid Tera’s dick out of her neck hole, and carefully placed her body on Finley’s desk. They watched with trepidation as he closely looked over each escort denizli angle of her flesh. Tera was excited at having a stranger inspecting her sexual body as if it were for sale. “And these things work?” He said as he flicked her ding dong with his pen.

Tera gasped and the cock in front of Finley flexed up… and slowly returned to its usual erect position. He looked up, “I guess so!” Helen was beet red. His gaze then turned to the lips of her upper pussy. He held his capped pen inches from the labia. He looked at Tera, “May I?”

“Y-yes, that’s fine.”

Finley slowly slid his pen inside her and let it stand there, vertically. He flicked it a couple of times, see how quickly it snapped to place. He pulled it out and noted how slick it was. He grabbed a hanky and wiped it off. “Well Miss–“

“MRS…. Smith. We’re married.”

Finley’s brows raised, “Apologies uh, Ma’am it does seem like this thing is fascinating. It doesn’t do much else though, does it?”

That was Tera’s big insecurity. Her utter worthlessness as a human. It’s not like she was human anymore. In her mind she was, but she wondered how the world looked at her. She was ready to be rejected.

Helen spoke up to her surprise, “She has a trick.” Tera shot a look at her and mouthed the words not that. Helen held up a hand. “She has a trick that people might like.”

“I’d love to see it.” Finley looked at the disembodied head, “Tera? What do you have for us?”

Helen did the talking. “Do you have anything longer than the pen? You know with more uh, girth?” Letter opener? No. Laser pointer? No. Oversized Nicaraguan cigar? “That one. Please insert it. Slowly!”

He carefully inserted the tip of the cigar and slid it inside her. The creases of the plastic seal were poking and prodding at Tera’s vaginal canal. Her head was hot in Helen’s arms.

“Hahhh… unnnn… guhh. OK, OK stop.” The cigar was almost all the way in. Tera was panting. “I need… one sec…”

“So I suppose if this were a TV interview,” Finley prattled, “we might direct a couple of questions to you. ‘What it’s like to marry a sex toy’ and the like.”

He was talking about Tera like she wasn’t even in the room. Like the fact that she had someone’s expensive cigar stuffed up inside her, the casualness of her sexuality to this stranger was the prism of her passion. “So.. fucking hot,” she muttered.

Finley was about to babble on when the cigar shot straight out of Tera and slammed against the ceiling. “Well I’ll… be… DAMNED! Ladies we got us a deal.” He started into a tornado of details when Helen interrupted.

“Sorry! Mr. Finley I need to take care of something, do you happen to have… paper towels, or a newspaper?” He pulled out the Classifieds from a desk drawer. She took it, “I appreciate it. We’ve got Tera a little worked up.”

Tera was heaving, sweat drenched her scalp. That was her private gag for Helen and she was forced to perform it just now. She needed to cum urgently and all she could do was wobble her abdomen on this asshole’s desk. Helen laid the news paper on the floor and placed Tera’s body on it. She slid Tera’s neck into her quivering pussy. She thrust over and over, knowing that Tera was on fire and needed to climax.

Tera screamed pathetically in short bursts, interrupted each time as her chin slapped against the top of her mostly amputated body. She climaxed and fluids streaked out of her body as if they were plumes of lava. A fucking love volcano. She had finally peaked and was able to think again. She started sobbing.

Helen pulled her whole body into her lap. She didn’t want to stimulate her insides any more than she had to. And a little puddle on her slacks wasn’t important. Her little Tera was a mess.

Finley was awestruck; they had a publicist.