After reading [b:Kissing the Coronavirus|54594933|Kissing the Coronavirus (Kissing the Coronavirus #1)|M.J. Edwards|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1595188074l/54594933._SY75_.jpg|85180882] and [b:The Second Wave|56232253|The Second Wave (Kissing the Coronavirus #2)|M.J. Edwards|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1607530823l/56232253._SY75_.jpg|87588438], how could I not?

For full appreciation of this work of fiction, you must be familiar with the timeline of the author's "About the Author" pages across her publication history. In April 2020 with the publication of [b:Kissing the Coronavirus|54594933|Kissing the Coronavirus (Kissing the Coronavirus #1)|M.J. Edwards|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1595188074l/54594933._SY75_.jpg|85180882], she was married. In October 2020 with this book's release, she revealed that she was separated. Finally, in December 2020 with [b:The Second Wave|56232253|The Second Wave (Kissing the Coronavirus #2)|M.J. Edwards|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1607530823l/56232253._SY75_.jpg|87588438] we learn that she left because of her then-husband's infidelity.

This gives an important subtext to Penetrated by the President's Twitter Feed's dedication, which reads,

For Diane
She knows what she did

and to the book's setup, which finds Beth Boiker,

West Dakota’s leading artificial intelligence virtual reality development coder

visited once again by her next-door neighbor, Trevvy, who frequently came over to offer sad, lacklustre sex while his wife was away at work.

It was always the same: ​He’d knock on the door with a sheepish smile on his face, like a dog begging for table scraps. ​He’d tell her that his wife, Beth’s best friend, was away on business and wouldn’t be home for a bit. ​Beth would let him in and they’d start by making out on the couch. ​Then he’d do some motorboating of her breasts. ​Then he’d take out his penis, and place it in her hand like triathletes passing the baton mid-race. ​She’d stroke it for a while but always thought it felt a little strange, like a raw, uncoiled Cumberland sausage wrapped in damp string. . . . It was at this point that Trevvy would begin to question if Beth was enjoying herself, because her nipples remained soft and pliable like a recently boiled bean.

Poor Beth. She accepts it because her work is so important and time-consuming that she doesn't have time to seek out more satisfying sex. But, when she discovers the erotic power of the President's Twitter feed,

Reading such strong, powerful words made Beth wetter than something that was really wet. She was so wet that she couldn’t even think about something that was really wet.

Well thank goodness! But although just reading the President's Twitter feed, which turned her on with "the immeasurable power and confidence that came with being able to write publicly like that" and make her feel

like she’d just poured an entire sachet of pop rocks onto her vagina

would there ever be a way to physicalize the object of her desire? Limp ol' Trevvy sure wasn't going to do the trick. Hmm, I wonder if her unparalleled coding skills, combined with her company's advanced VR technology and prototype robots might come together in unforeseen ways . . .

For the longest time, Beth had been involved in arguments with her fellow AI and robotics developers about giving the bots cocks. They were adamant the cock wasn’t needed, but Beth knew that in order for the bots to come across as empathetic, they needed to be anatomically correct.

Convenient, no?

I won't spoil all the fun. Just,

Imagine, if you will, that you were stood within the centre of a thunderstorm. Now imagine that that thunderstorm is condensed right down to fit within your vagina

and you will get some sense of Beth's joy, when at last the embodiment of her fantasy is

filling her up like grandma’s roast chicken dinner.

The end.



Amazon sales rank (tracking for my Kindle Unlimited trial books, just for fun)
Best Sellers Rank: #334,537 in Kindle Store
Best sub-rank: #1,345 in Humorous Erotica (Kindle Store)