Literature
Polymorphic Pleasure 3: Malleable Mountain-climber
The back of the van shook violently as we drove over the worn-down mountain roads, rattling me to the point that my semi-solid flesh jiggled constantly like a poked jello sculpture. At one point we hit a bump so hard that I lurched forward, and the seatbelt sliced straight through my midriff, sending my upper body splattering to the floor. Fortunately, Olivia kept things tidy in her van, so at least I remained clean as the unfamiliar, yet not at all unpleasant sensation of my body pulling itself together began to instantly engage. I pursed my lips closed, yet a moan escaped my mouth all the same as the two ends of my torso sought each other out and rejoined. She drove slower after that- not out of any fear of our safety, of course, but because a car crash would result in two orgasming puddles coating someone else’s car, and probably lead to us getting way more questions than we really wanted to deal with. The roads, however, were thankfully clear due to the hot and muggy weather