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Emily
5 months…
The Shenanigans of Gorilla Ben and A Hottie named Rosie
Vol. 2
By E. Loves
Closing Chapter…
Rosie was the one that taught Gorilla Ben words when they first encountered each other all those years ago, but it was Ben who kept Rosie safe.
The monkeys had tried to tear them apart but couldn’t. They tried to drive a wedge between their friendship, but the only thing they unleashed was Ben’s fury.
He was no lord. No king. Just a gorilla man that grew when his emotions were heightened. And oh, how they made him grow. They begged for a lord, but he had enough of the sneaky varmints, and how they tried to drive Rosie off the beach.
He kicked them all to the curb, crushing the ones that refused to go away, seeing or feeling no remorse as blood coated his rough fur.
And when he was done, he walked back to Rosie. She guided him to the ocean and wiped the blood from his body. He was still seething, still angry, but she was quiet and patient. She knew her gorilla. He’d never hurt her… Anyone that messed with her or them? Now that was a different story.
Her mama wished for her to come back to town and leave the creature on its own, but she refused. For she was home the moment she stumbled upon him all those years ago…
Rosie didn’t need romance. She just needed her Gorilla Ben.
That would always be enough.
Only while they stood in the water, a shadow hovered in the distance. A new someone witnessed the way Gorilla Ben’s body changed and the way it grew.
Seemed trouble was here to stay.
To be continued…
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Reviews:
*****
Need more Gorilla Ben and Rosie!!!
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I just want them to make furry babies already. Please Loves?
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I feel like the authors going to tease us forever before we see any development between them. If ever. : (
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Am I the only one that wants these two to f*** already?
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Lame.
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Goes off to cry somewhere because of horrible writing.
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Yikes.
That last one was going to haunt my dreams for a while.
It had been a week since the release of volume two, and the reviews were still coming in. My exposure was a lot greater this time around. I had more readers that meant Gorilla Ben and Rosie had fans.
Somehow, I was selling eBooks online. I was doing this.
Yes. Nothing huge but I stepped out of my comfort zone and did something I’d never thought I’d do.
My phone dinged.
Benjamin: The readers have spoken. Gorilla Ben needs some human ass.
I would normally laugh when he talked like this, but I couldn’t when he was referring to Gorilla Ben and Rosie. It was us, us, US. Instead, my reaction was more like: was it feeling a little hot in here or was it just me?
What the hell’s wrong with me?
Me: Don’t direct your sexual frustrations on Gorilla Ben. Go get laid.
Even making jokes about his sex life was strangely unappealing.
Benjamin: I’m just saying… The readers want them together. They are strangely intimate in ways already. So why not?
I kept telling myself he didn’t know that I thought of myself as Rosie. This entire conversation was giving me heart palpitations and a heat stroke. I didn’t know what was going on with me lately, but I was determined not to think about it.
Me: Because I’ve already written the third volume.
Benjamin: I know. I’ve read it, remember? The fourth one will be the one. : )
Me: I don’t do romance.
Benjamin: They have CHEMISTRY going already that you made for them. Believe me, you can write romance. You just need to loosen up. I would tell you to get Roger to help with that, but apparently, he doesn’t do ya any good.
Me: Sex is overrated. You know that. Guys can just stick it in anything and get off and a girl can be turned on and still not reach an orgasm. Sometimes I wish I had a peter, probably know how to use it better too. : (
Benjamin: It’s all about finding what works for her and hitting that right spot… It also helps if there’s love involved. A guy has to genuinely want to make her feel good even if he has to spend the entire night mapping out her body to figure her out.
That sounded…nice. No, that sounded perfect. I think that I’d learn to love it if someone would take the time to worship my body until I came unglued. Until my body learned to feel good for itself and the partner that wanted me pleasured.
Me: Was that how it was for you and Tammy?
I didn’t know why I asked because I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
Benjamin: We had a lot of chemistry, and I cared about her a lot… I just didn’t have the ability to love her.
Before I could ask why, he sent another one:
Anyway, want me to write a scene of them? I’ll make it real good.
Me: They’re my creations, leave them alone. -_-
Me: Did you get my present in the mail?
Benjamin: Yes. I got the Elmo socks and the Reese’s.
Me: Did you love it? You loved it.
Benjamin: Yes, Elmo makes my feet look BIGGER.
Me: Ugh. You used to be so innocent.
Benjamin: You’ve just been delusional.
Me: Can’t believe we’ll be turning twenty-two next month.
Benjamin: Have you been going to your Dad’s and checking the mail like I asked you to?
Me: Yes. I don’t know why you didn’t just send it to my address.
Benjamin: Roger can’t see this.
Benjamin: Hopefully, your dad doesn’t open it either.
Me: Good lord, just what did you get me?
Benjamin: Just wait and see.
Benjamin: What other two people buy each other birthday gifts a month early?
Me: Shut up.
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A couple of days later…
My present came in the mail. I sat at the table with Dad as he sipped on his coffee—caffeine was his new friend. “What’s in the box?” he asked me.
“My birthday present from Benjamin.”
“Why so early?”
I shrugged. “I sent his early too.”
He took another sip and nodded. I opened the box quickly and saw some sort of purplish clothing inside. I lifted it to see that it was a dress. My eyes caught what was underneath the dress and I jammed it back in so fast Dad lifted an eyebrow at me.
Feeling red, I muttered, “I’m gonna go try this on.”
I rushed to the bathroom and slammed it shut. I was going to kill him. A heads up would have been nice. Why did I open it in front of Dad? I knew it was going to be something outrageous from his text. A dildo though?
A purple one at that. A purple dress. A purple dildo. Gorilla Ben happened to be purple.
This was an otherworldly omen of some sort. This was a sign that they were so skillfully delivered from Benjamin. The cruelty of it all. It was a warning that I needed to accept what I’d been ignoring. I needed to re-evaluate what I thought I felt for someone that I’d thought of a certain way for so long…until I didn’t anymore.
Now everything was blurry…and smothery and uncomfortably achy.
Yes, Emily.
This purple dildo sent from your best friend was doing more to your body than your boyfriend.
And it wasn’t the dildo as much as it was the mere thought of the person sending it to you.
Oh, God.
I covered my face with my hands. I felt ashamed. I had Roger…who I passed on sleeping with lately to the point that even he was noticing.
Benjamin was my best friend. The nasty reality of it all was Benjamin was everything to me since forever. He’d always been so many things, my protector, my best friend, my Freddy and Mother Goose, my shoulder to cry on, but never…
But now…even sexually, he had me feeling things I shouldn’t, and he was in another state! Just thinking about him had me feeling this way!
I was so awful. How could this happen? How was I supposed to act around him now that I admitted it to myself? I was going to destroy our relationship if he somehow noticed.
The thought had me sick to my stomach.
I couldn’t think about him like that.
I wouldn’t.
I dropped my hands and spotted something else in the box and there was a note.
Learn your body if no one else can!
Then I saw the finger vibrator that he added. Heat flooded my stomach and sex.
Shit. I shouldn’t.
But my body wasn’t being its normal self, and it was going to not be normal however it wanted toward Benjamin.
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I didn’t want to go back to the apartment. I didn’t want to have to look at Roger and expect to kiss him when all I could think about was Benjamin. Once you opened such a box as I did, there was no peace and comfort in finding a dark truth about yourself. That truth would uproot me. It wouldn’t allow me to stay a second longer. The thought of staying in place was suffocating.
How long had this been haunting me?
Benjamin.
Gorilla Ben.
Benjamin. Benjamin. Benjamin.
He was everywhere even when he wasn’t here. I was so torn up. I wrote about him. Had my head been innocent about him then or…
It didn’t matter. The problem was I thought about him too much. Real life or in my fictional world, he was there.
I was so confused. It made me want him here. I always wanted him here though. Even before I became weird and grouped him with s-e-x.
So, I had to leave. I couldn’t stay with Roger, not when I had this overwhelming urge for someone else. I dreaded the confrontation. I knew the things he’d say. He’d blame Benjamin. Even though it wasn’t Benjamin’s fault I felt this way, he’d still be right.
Benjamin had complete and utter control of my world. He didn’t know that, of course, but it was the idea of him that controlled me.
Maybe it would fade with time. Please let it fade.