Futurama Pornography Story: No Compromises Chapter 1
By Paul A. Metcalfe
August 1st – am
The rhythmic breathing coming from Amy’s bed, was rudely disturbed by the incessant clanging of her Mars University alarm clock, informing in no uncertain terms that it was time to get up. Instinctively she stretched out her arm, and slammed her hand down on the off lever.
“Ai ya, it’s morning again, and I was having such a wonderful dream about what presents I’ll get for my birthday”, commented Amy to herself as she threw back the covers and shuffled out of bed.
As she stood in her satin pink pyjamas, and stretched in attempt to get some wakefulness running through her body, the thought of a nice refreshing shower was strong in her mind.
Just as she headed towards the bathroom, her telephone started ringing.
“Typical, this always happens when I really need a shower”, she said to herself, while picking up the receiver.
