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30 pages, Paperback
First published April 13, 2021
"...was permanently lodged in her temporal lobe, which is the part of the brain that stores your memories..."
"Just the thought of it sent her vagina spinning like a thing that spins a lot."
"It was like a sunburnt sea lion fresh out of the ocean. Even her positive Covid-19 test couldn't dampen her sexual spirits."
"The sheer memory was enough to send an orgasm rippling through her body like her vagina had been filled with bees."
"She was happy with a dick clumsily fucking her soapy tits like an eager boy scout cleaning a car windscreen with a slab of chorizo, a vagina rubbing gently against her forearm like a chewed beefburger."
"... an immeasurable amount of genitalia hitting, tickling or gouging you in any one of your five orifices, which were what microbiologists like Dr Amyson called holes."
"If she had false teeth, she'd be good at licking her pussy like a dog licking the filling out of an Oreo..."
"She was already on her third rewatch of Big Momma's House 2"
"She felt a tingle in her vagina, like she had just dipped it in vinegar."
"Her nipples poked through the air hostess blouse like she had brought in two extra peanuts, which Dr. Amyson couldn't wait to masticate."
"the air hostess dove vagina-first towards Dr Amyson"
"She buried her face between her titties, which were big and soft like ripened wheels of cheese."
"Dr Amyson clung to the wall like a gecko"
"her own tongue was now comparable to a hairless ferret, snaking its way down the intern's throat"
"Except it wasn't an earthquake. It was a pleasurequake."
"The floor was sodden with juices that had been expelled from their two bodies, from every which orifice (hole) the two of them had."

They say the new strain is resistant to vaccines, but is it resistant to sex?
She was happy with a dick clumsily fucking her soapy tits like an eager boy scout cleaning a car windscreen with a slab of chorizo, a vagina rubbing gently against her forearm like a chewed beefburger, or anything in between. She just loved genitals. She lvoed touching genitals, kissing genitals, and putting things inside her own–and of course other peopel's–genitals.

She felt a tingle in her vagina, like she had just dipped it in vinegar.
"I can 'elp you wiz zat,' she said, slowly licking her lip like she'd just devoured a chicken wing.

Hello, my beautiful,
Thank you for that wonderful sex today, however I come bearing news.
Please self-isolate. I have been found to be carrying a brand-new variant of the Coronavirus known as: VG1NA.
Please tell your local authorities.
I'm sorry, my princess.
Dr Amyson x
Mon cherry,
Wee, I ave also been diagnosed wiz ze Coronavirus.
I haz ze dick strain.
All my love.
Air hostess.

her vagina twinged like she'd been stung by a lustful scorpion. Her breasts thundered together like boulders clashing under a crescent moon. Her bottom puckered and a ripple of intense pain and pleasure echoed throughout her body in a cataclysm of erogenous persuasion she couldn't even desribe.
Oh her vagina. It was lean and muscular, like a thicc slab of freshly butchered, high-quality meat hanging in an abattoir window. It oozed pleasure fluid, which the sexy intern couldn't resist. She dropped to her knees and began slurping at it like she'd been shipwrecked on an island for weeks and Dr Amyson's vagina was a delicious glass of Pepsi.

















Dr Amy Amyson couldn’t stop thinking about the incredible sex she’d partaken in not twelve hours before.
She had spent three whole days discussing the latest microbiological breakthroughs centred around the Coronavirus pandemic (there were several) with colleagues from all across the world, including Professor Theon Wallbreaker…(who she sucked off in a storage cupboard…and Sir Rogerson Tilbert (who she tried to suck off but he is very old so he couldn’t become engorged…)
She pulled Dr Amyson up with such animalistic, lusty ferocity that she sat on the back of the toilet, at perfect height for Dr Amyson’s knockers to be suckled like a vacuum cleaner on the highest setting.
→VACUUM CLEANER ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻


The intern screamed a terrified scream as Dr Amyson’s skin transformed into a deep, crimson shade of red. Tiny bumps grew from her skin—which Dr Amyson instantly recognised as protein spikes—she had never seen them so clearly before. So closely. So… sexy...
Her lab top burst open, her boobies now so big, so red, that just glancing at them was like staring into the centre of the sun. It was a glorious, yet intoxicating sight...
→'boobies'
They rubbed their vaginas together and moaned and it felt incredible, even better than the time she watched porn with her ex-mother-in-law.
→I love how it's the idea of her watching porn with her ex-mother-in-law that paused me for a moment 💀

But her vagina. Oh, her vagina.
It was lean and muscular, like a thicc slab of freshly butchered, high-quality meat hanging in an abattoir window.
She was happy with a dick clumsily fucking her soapy tits like an eager boy scout cleaning a car windscreen with a slab of chorizo, a vagina rubbing gently against her forearm like a chewed beefburger, or anything in between
→THIS AUTHOR LOVES DESCRIBING DICKS AND PUSSY LIPS LIKE THEY’RE MEAT
in a fever dream after accidentally dropping some of her ferret's worm medication in her glass of rosewhich explains a lot. Our new protagonist, Dr Amy Amyson, "her breasts quaking due to mild turbulence" as she flies commercial from Finland to North Virginia, has an in-flight experience that will literally change her, and the course of the pandemic, forever.
. . . so wet it was like a sunburnt sea lion fresh out of the ocean.One of the joys of Edwards' books has been the ability to follow her recent life drama through the window of her author's notes and the occasional seemingly auto-biographical detail inserted into her stories. I sincerely hope that this is not one of the latter:
. . .
She was happy with a dick clumsily fucking her soapy tits like an eager boy scout cleaning a car windscreen with a slab of chorizo,
. . .
Her breasts thundered together like boulders clashing under a crescent moon.
They rubbed their vaginas together and moaned and it felt incredible, even better than the time she watched porn with her ex-mother-in-law.I honestly don't know where you go from that.