Later

The high ceilings in these rooms are cool until you think about what it will ultimately cost to keep the house cool. You’re a handyman, not an HVAC guy. The house doesn’t have central air. Fans? Window units? Portable AC units with hoses? Swamp coolers won’t work, even up here. It’s too humid.

But you’ve spent enough time thinking. You sit on the edge of the bed in your boxers and reach out, but pause before turning off your lamp. The book you rescued from the basement is where you put it on the bedside table. This strange, half-unpacked, semi-camping-like existence in the new house will quickly become familiar. Routines will form. You’ll get used to it.

The book’s cover, spine, and back are covered in elaborate symbols, but you don’t see words.

You open the book to a random page and are rewarded with a surge of dopamine.

The illustrations inside are detailed and explicit, and so is the subject matter. The woman is voluptuous, with serious measurements, rendered in such an effectively tactile manner that you feel like you could touch her. But her insane bust and hips aren’t what make her odd. Her horns and tail do that.

In the illustration, spread across two pages, she straddles the face of a lucky guy, considerately, giving him a lean and tug while he eats her out.

You turn to another random page. Here, the horned woman sucks a cock on all fours, her bottom in the air, reaching backward. Her ring finger and middle finger are buried in her ass while the artist effectively captures the gleam of light on her wet thighs.

You keep turning, finding nothing but illustrations of this woman with a variety of partners, men and women.

You have never been one for cartoon porn, but this is high quality. You get comfortable, free your cock, and rest the book on your chest with your left hand while you wrap your right around your dick, which is getting hard fast. You find a page that you particularly like: she’s taking it from behind, but with the curve in her back that drives you crazy.

You’ve been with some attractive women, but no real woman has proportions like this. In the drawing, she’s grabbing her own breast. Her fingers almost vanish into the flesh. Nice.

It doesn’t take you long. Moving is stressful. You’re pent-up, and who knows how much time you’ll have for fooling around with all this work to do?

You sigh and burst all over your belly. It’s a lot. You breathe heavily as you keep pulling and it keeps coming, leaving you with a very sticky hand. Your stomach is covered. The book doesn’t belong to you, so you try to keep from getting jizz on it.

But you have made a big mess, and now both of your hands are sticky. You don’t want to get that on the book, so you think for a moment, then roll over slightly with a push from your shoulder, dumping the book safely onto the floor and away from the biohazard.

There are tissues somewhere, but not within reach. This is the trouble with moving. You roll out of bed on the other side, mop yourself up with your boxers, and throw those in the hamper. With clean ones on, you return to bed and lie on top of the covers. It’s too warm, but you feel better.

The book is obviously old. You had no idea that old-timey porn was so high-quality.