I’ve been indulging recently in ‘Chapters’, an app containing ‘interactive stories’ to read. As with many apps, one can pay to go ad-free, or otherwise put up and shut up (as I do) and tolerate adverts every so often. There are different categories, such as ‘thriller’, ‘suspense’, ‘sci-fi’, ‘young adult’ and so on, but they are all essentially about scenarios in which lonely hearts find their (possible) match, and invariably the most palatable ending is one that ends with two young characters who get married, start a family together and have the perfect life.
Apart from that, they are not as formulaic as I’ve made them sound. One of the stories I’ve ploughed through, ‘Fallen’, goes into some detail about forensics and how advances in science and technology have helped to secure convictions – frankly, I skipped over some of it. But it’s ultimately about demons – or rather ‘fallen’ (hence the title) angels, and the last few chapters are action-packed to say the least.
‘Chapters’ isn’t exactly family viewing, however, and it’s a little surprising that it’s as freely available as it is to any smartphone user. This is an extract from ‘Under Covers’, in which Jake Knight, a billionaire who runs an empire of security firms, seeks to dominate an employee whom he has taken under his wing in more ways than one. Jake tells her (the reader is asked to choose a name for the female central character, and for no particular reason, I plumped for ‘Charlotte’): “I want to make you crazy for it. I want to memorise the taste of your pussy. I want to wind you up so tight that you cum harder than you ever have in your life.”
The narrative continues: “Jake stands up between your parted legs. Lined up with your centre is his clothed cock, the hard, long outline of it clear through his pants. He unbuckles his belt, his blazing blue eyes glued to yours. The rugged timbre of his voice oozes sex. It’s the kind of sound you imagined Jake could make, but never thought it’d be directed at you. He tugs down his boxers, freeing his cock from his pants. Your throat goes dry as you take in the hard, glistening length of him. He strokes himself with one hand as he runs a finger lazily along your apex. He smiles.”
Then: “Jake steps forward into the space between your thighs, his hands gently sliding up your legs and pushing them further apart.” He says, “I can’t say I’ve never dreamed of having you on your back, Charlotte… but laid out on my desk like this, with your legs spread for me?”
“Jake leans over you and captures your lips in a kiss, heated and wanton. You gasp when the weight of his bare cock lands against your thigh, flooding your body with heat. His tongue runs along your lips, making you part for him. His bare length slides between your slick folds as he pushes his body against you. The feel of it is blissful. Jake groans. He bites his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him close.
“He takes hold of your hips, pulling you to the edge of his desk. It opens your legs even more and you lock your ankles at his lower back. He growls and reaches down to position himself. You can feel the head of his cock pressing at your entrance, and a jolt shudders through you.” He says, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember another man has ever been inside you. So hard that you won’t ever want another cock. Come on, good girl. Tell me if you want it. I’m gonna be greedy with that pussy. I plan to indulge myself in you.”
And the story goes on like this, chapter after chapter, twenty in all for this one. It’s worth pointing out that ‘Charlotte’ does have the right to say no, and that right is always respected, even if the story is at pains to point out that the guy is upset and/or unhappy. These stories have me in stitches, partly for their crudeness, partly for their absurd scenarios. I’ve started another one, ‘Unfixable’, in which an American photographer flies to Dublin for a month on assignment and ends up shagging Shane Claymore, a local hotelier and pub landlord. ‘Pushing Her Limits’, meanwhile, is very much in the vain of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’.
There’s plenty of additional content for those who wish to pay for it, which I stubbornly refuse to do. Besides, what is available for free is entertaining enough. It’s literature only good for the gutter, but I think I have a slightly better understanding as to why Mills & Boon books are popular. Part of me tells me unequivocally that this is bizarre, misogynistic, indulgent bullshit. But part of me also thinks that it’s enjoyable, and ultimately harmless.
London lad, loving life and all that it has to offer.