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Today’s daily prompt is:

Tell us about the last book you read (Why did you choose it? Would you recommend it?). To go further, write a post based on its subject matter.

Che Guevara Smoking a CigarThe last book I read was Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War, by Che Guevara.  One of my friends recently bought me a Che shirt, so I was prompted to read a little bit more about him.  She really strongly associates me with Che…  Anyways, I went looking through the library for books about Che, and came across something he had written himself, and decided that it would be the most interesting.  It’s pretty good.  I find Che fascinating.  I first got into him after watching the biopic Che with Benicio del Toro.  Although, that could just be associative good feelings, since I spent the entirety of the four hours cuddling up against a beautiful woman with my hand about an inch from her breasts due to the extremely cold movie theater.  Like, holy crap, I’ve never been in such a cold theater.

Anyways, back to Che.  Obviously, he has a lot of faults, probably the greatest of which was his desire to ignite the USA in nuclear fire, but despite that, I find him an intellectually attractive figure.  He had fervor, he had fire and passion and spark, and he did what he wanted to do.  He was persuaded to fight in another country’s revolution in a single night, and he fought with it all the way to the end, and then he went and fought in another revolution.  I don’t necessarily agree with his methods, but I admire his sincerity and his beliefs.

I want to be more “revolutionary” in my daily life.  It’d probably make for a good serialized article or little pop self-help book, to be honest, but I’m trying to be more–I guess I would call it–pure.  I’m trying to be more honest and straight-forward.  I’m trying to reject “awkwardness” and “fear” as reasons not to try things.  I’m trying, trying, to be more moral.  I’m trying to be more positive and helpful.  And I’m trying to really improve at the things I love, like writing and cooking.  Maybe one of these days I’ll start a little post series about it, but for now, I’m trying to be a better person.


Filed under: Writing Exercises Tagged: books, Che Guevara, Cuban Revolution, Daily Prompt, Reading, Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War

My Video Games Crushes

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A friend of mine suggested that I write a post about some of the women in video games I find most attractive, and I thought it was a good idea.

Anju from Majora's MaskMy first big video game crush that I really remember well was Anju, from Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask.  In the game, she runs an inn, and the quest that revolves around her requires you to reunite her with her lost fiance, Kafei.  She’s an extremely sweet young woman, and, what I think really did it for me, she’s a bit of a bird with a downed wing.  She’s obviously capable.  She does run an inn, after all, but she still has a few flaws and fears that are just so endearingly adorable that you want to give her a long hug.  She’s overly apologetic.  She’s not a very good cook.  She worries that her friend is more attractive to her fiance than she is.  But she’s also loyal, devoted, hard-working, kind, and, even when the moon is bearing down upon the city, she’s willing to stay with Kafei, and greet the new day together.  Maybe I’m a romantic, but qualities like that are the ones that really appeal to me.

On the opposite side of the spectrum is Samus Aran.

Samus Aran from MetroidI wanted to go with this photo from Nintendo Power, because honestly, I dislike the Zero Suit style.  Look at her.Zero Suit Samus  Does she look 6’3″ and 198 pounds to you?  Does she look like she slaughters aliens all day?  Why did she request a suit with special little pockets for her tits to be vacuum-sealed into?  Why is her hair style a collection of things to be violently grabbed and yanked when her profession is fighting unscrupulous individuals who would be happy to kill her?  I mean, I suppose she could be trying to distract her enemies, but they tend to be members of different species, so it’d probably have the same effect as a cow in a corset.

But I digress.

The Samus Aran I like is the badass bounty hunter who kicks ass.  She’s strong, independent, and able to handle anything you can throw at her.  Maybe it’s just because I’ve been marathoning through season 3 of Games of Thrones lately, but she reminds me a lot of Brienne of Tarth.  If they ever make a live-action Metroid movie, and to be honest, I hope they don’t, they should cast Gwendoline Christie as Samus, don’t you think?

Gwendoline Christie as Brienne of Tarth from Game of ThronesA more recent crush I’ve acquired is on Lilly Satou, from the game Katawa Shoujo.  It’s really more of a visual novel, but it’s amazing, and it’s free, so I would recommend at least giving it a try.  It’ll affect your emotions more than you might think.  The game takes place at a special school for disabled students, and each of the five young women you can romance has a certain disability.

Lilly Satou from Katawa ShoujoLilly is blind, but she doesn’t let it define her.  When the main character keeps apologizing because of his own disability, she sharply rebukes him, asking him whether she’s ever apologized for her blindness, even once.  She’s very caring, beautiful, and kind-hearted.  Plus, she wants to be a teacher, which is always something to be admired.

Another one of the girls, Hanako, used to be my favorite, but I think Lilly is edging her out as I replay through the entire game for a minor side project I’m working on.  If I had to say what I like most about her, I think it would be her big heart.  She cares about everyone.  She cares about Hanako.  She cares about Hisao.  She cares about the students in her class.  She really looks out for everyone, and it’s hard not to admire someone like that.  And then the way she finally opens up to Hisao and tells him how afraid she was to lose him…  You just want to hug her and hold her and tell her everything will be alright.  Out of the five girls, she strikes me as the best match.

Shiki Misaki from The World Ends With YouThe World Ends With You is one of my favorite video games.  The characters are interesting, the art design is unique, the combat system is innovative, the music is awesome; it’s just an excellent package.  It can get tedious at times, grinding for levels or pins, but you certainly don’t need to do all that much grinding if all you want to do is complete the game.  Part of the game is that you’re always playing with a partner, and Shiki’s your first.  I ended up growing really attached to her, and when she disappears for a while, I was legitimately worried about her fate.

It’s harder to say why I especially liked Shiki.  I mean, she’s helpful and positive.  I guess what I like is her passion.  She’s very much interested in making clothing, and I always admire when someone has a hobby that they’re passionate about.  She seems like she’d be a great friend, as well.  One thing I like about her is her dedication to helping people.  Even when their own lives are on the line, she still insists on helping others.

Cecile from Metal Gear Solid Peace WalkerAnd since five is a good number, my last one will be Cécile, Cosima Caminades from Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker.  It’s all about her voice.  DamnJust listen to her.  She has the cutest French accent I’ve ever heard, and the way she meows is oddly arousing.

She’s a bit of a French chauvinist, but it’s usually played for laughs.  She’s happy to claim Picasso and fine food for France, but when others point out that other countries can lay claim to them, she gets a bit huffy.  She is in a bad situation, though, so I can understand her being temperamental.  I doubt I’d be all that happy if I were abducted…  She’s absolutely stunning, though, with a very uninhibited, almost Bond Girl personality, and a lovely French accent.  What’s not to love?

Well, those are my top five video game crushes.  Who are yours?


Filed under: Kinks Tagged: Anju, Brienne of Tarth, Cecile, Crushes, Fictional Crushes, game crush, Game of Thrones, gaming, Gwendoline Chrstie, Katawa Shoujo, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, Lilly Satou, Majora's Mask, Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker, Metroid, Peace Walker, Samus, Samus Aran, Shiki Misaki, The World Ends With You, Video Games, videogames, Visual Novels

Hiatus

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I think I’m going to take a bit of a break from things for a while, so I probably won’t be updating as much.  I just want to focus on some other things for now.  I’ll still be checking in, though.


Filed under: Miscellaneous

TMI Tuesday: How Do You Like X?

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It’s TMI Tuesday again!  This week’s questions and my answers are as follows.

How do you like . . .
1. Your eggs cooked?
Yes, a foodie week!  Now it’s my time to shine!  I love food!  Well, for my eggs, I usually take three eggs fried, over-hard, with buffalo sauce drizzled over them and some goat cheese melted on top.  On the side, ideally, I’d have a few slices of bacon, an avocado, diced, with salsa, and a few slices of sourdough toast smothered with melted butter, and hot cocoa to drink.  Sometimes I mess around with the sides, though.  English muffins are good, too, or I’ll have grapefruit instead of bacon or avocado.  I also like eggs benedict, but I’m too lazy to bother making the sauce, so I rarely have it.

2. Your sandwich cut? In half, down the middle of the square or on the diagonal?
Depends on the sandwich.  Cuban sandwiches require a diagonal cut, but otherwise, I tend to use a straight cut.  If I were making sandwiches on bread for someone else, though, I’d probably use a diagonal cut.  I mostly use straight cuts on grinder rolls.

3. Your coffee?
I’m not a coffee drinker.  If I absolutely have to drink it, like, for instance, I need to stay up all night with coworkers at summer camp to make certain that no kids visit the opposite-sex dorms, then I usually have about one part coffee to one part milk, and drink it down as quickly as I can.

4. Your tea?
In ice cream or cheesecake form.  I can stand ice tea, though, so if it needs to be a drink, I can do it that way, but I prefer to use tea in desserts to drinking it.

5. Your ice-cream served–cup, cone or condom? Yup you read that right, a condom. Read more here
I like my ice cream in a cone, but more often than not, I eat it in a cup or a bowl, just because cones are harder for volume.  I need to try out a new ice cream recipe: french vanilla and green tea.  I’ve made green tea ice cream before, and I’ve included vanilla to cut down on the bitter bite of the matcha, but this will have more eggs, and the recipe I’ll be posted, so I need it to be perfect before I can release the recipe, lest it suck.  I love making ice cream, though.  It’s really fun, and people enjoy it!  Last time, I made meyer lemon and olive oil ice cream, and it was a big hit!

6. Your hair–long or short? Up or down? Straight or curly? Permed or natural?
I like my hair pretty short.  It’s naturally straight, but if it gets too long, it starts to get a bit wavy.  I don’t really do anything to my hair besides combing and cutting it.  I’m more concerned with my beard.  I keep it neat and trimmed, and I think it makes my face look a lot more dashingly handsome.

7. To have sex? In what position?
Hm, I suppose doggy style is my favorite position.  It just feels very primal and passionate.

Bonus: How do you like your lovers?
Well, in an ideal case, I want someone with a good sense of humor, who enjoys playing around.  I just love when I can make a woman laugh.  I’d want her to be interested in cultural events, so we could go to museums and plays and concerts together.  I like sweet, romantic women.  I’d want her to be intelligent, so that we can have good conversations together.  I wouldn’t want her to be submissive or anything, but at the same time, I’d want to feel like we need each other, so I wouldn’t necessarily want her to be completely independent, either, I suppose.  I want someone I can take care of and spend the rest of my life with.


Filed under: Writing Exercises Tagged: About Me, Attraction, Breakfast, Coffee, Eggs, Food, Ice Cream, Lovers, Romance, Sandwiches, Sex, Tea, TMI Tuesday

New Job

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Well, I’m apparently getting a new job, after entirely giving up.  Of course it’s the six minute phone interview that leads to it…  Pay is about $12K better, but I’ll probably have less dicking around time, but I consider that a fair trade-off.  I can’t wait to start!


Filed under: Miscellaneous

Douchey Mods at Lush Stories

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Wow.  So in case anyone is interested in how not to be a mod at an erotica website, I just got the following message when I tried to submit a story at Lush Stories.

Thank you for submitting your story to Lush Stories. Unfortunately, a check for plagiarism has turned up the fact that this story was previously published on a competitive site. Doubt has been established that you are the true author of the story, on the theory that the MatthewVett who publishes stories at Literotica would not publish stories on Lush because he considers it an inferior erotica fiction site, and has said so in a private blog. For your reference I am posting a link to his blog. http://matthewvett.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/literotica-vs-lush-stories/

Talk about petty.  It’s certainly not helping me change my mind about Lush Stories’s mods.  As for the part about it being published elsewhere, I wasn’t aware they were so jealous.  Perhaps it’s time for commandments to be added.  He or she also submitted the following comment to the aforementioned link.

I just wanted to alert you that someone has submitted a story, and reopened an account under your name at Lush Stories.  Knowing the reasons and conditions under which you left Lush Stories earlier, and the fact that you feel Lush is an inferior erotica site, I can’t believe that you would want to rejoin and submit stories there.  Obvisouly someone is using your name for whatever reason to make you look foolish and hypocritical. They may have also gained access to your email and Literotica accounts.

The first message alone, I admit, could possibly just be poorly worded but innocuous, but the second, I think, makes it clear what the intent was.  “Obvisouly someone is using your name for whatever reason to make you look foolish and hypocritical,” [sic] is fairly difficult to misconstrue.  Were I to put that sentence, correctly spelled, in the mouth of a character, I would fully expect every reader to discern their true intentions.

If you’re considering publishing your erotica there, I have to recommend you think twice: these are the people you’ll be dealing with if you do so.  I recommend Literotica or Stories Online instead.  Both of them have larger audiences, a more rigorous scoring system, and excellent administration, and I’ve never had the slightest problem with them.  When something goes wrong, they handle it professionally.  Not like…that.

So, I guess my experiment in trying out Lush Stories again was brief and ended in flames, but what can you do?  I tried.


Filed under: Miscellaneous Tagged: Douchey Mods, Erotic Stories, Literotica, Lush Stories, Mods, Sex Stories, Stories Online, Writing

TMI Tuesday: Fill in the Blanks

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It’s TMI Tuesday again!  This week’s questions and my answers are as follows.

1. If my sex life were a film, it would be rated _____ .
Well, considering how prudish film is in America, it’s hard to imagine it wouldn’t be NC-17.  Heck, just my daily life uses the word “fuck” often enough to qualify for an R rating.  And then you have full frontal male and female nudity, actual penetration, various sex acts, gomorrahmy, &c.  The censors would be crazy to give it anything less than an NC-17.  I wonder if it wouldn’t be better to make healthy sexual acts less restricted to view?  Wouldn’t it be preferable for people to grow up, and see healthy, consenting adults on television or in movies satisfying each other sexually openly, rather than need to hide their viewing of secret, “dirty” pornography that focuses more on aesthetics than pleasure and safety?

2. I got a body for ____ and a face for ____ .
Radio and radio.

Well, seriously, hm.  I have a face for a revolution, that’s for sure.  I’ve got the beard down perfectly, and I’ve already been Che Guevara for Halloween a few times.  When I wear my ushanka, I’d fit right in with the Bolsheviks, as well.  I just have that kind of a face.

As for my body, I’m not sure.  I’ve been told I have a voice for phone sex, though.

3. It’s extremely sexy when a guy/girl ____ .
I absolutely love when a woman grazes her fingernails ever-so-lightly along my bare flesh, especially my chest and thighs.  It’s just such a turn-on to me.  It’s pretty much a “give Matthew a boner” button, if anyone’s interested in knowing that.  I first experienced it at the hands of a masseuse, and wow, she earned her tip that day…

4. Doing _____ naked makes me _____ .
Well, writing naked makes me horny, but so does writing clothed.  Whenever I write erotica, I has quite the effect on me, and I end up having to resist for as long as possible so I can actually get some writing done before I finally allow myself to orgasm.  I suppose it’s only natural that one’s mind tends towards sex while writing about it, but I admit that it’s pretty distracting sometimes.

5. In the morning, I am always _____ .
Horny.  Hard.  Frisky.  Maybe it’s just morning wood, but I’m always aroused first thing in the morning.  I usually end up masturbating pretty quickly after I wake up, and back in grad school, when I had no classes before noon, I started every morning that way, even more I got out of bed.  I’ve gotten better about it, but I do keep a bottle of hand lotion at my desk, just in case the mood strikes me.

6. I would love to _____ in the _____ .
I would love to have an orgy in the hot spring.  Not much of a surprise, considering I just wrote a story about it, Heavenly Bodies in the Hot Springs.  I just think it would be so erotic…  I’ve always loved the water, and being nude in it.  I love skinny dipping, I’m quite the exhibitionist, and the thought of being blindfolded while women have their way with me is just incredibly arousing…


Filed under: Writing Exercises Tagged: About Me, Arousal, Erotica, Hot Springs, Massage, Masturbation, Nudity, Sex, TMI Tuesday, Turn-Ons, Writing

Summer Camp Stories: Part 1

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Summer camp is one of the best experiences I can recommend.  I never did it as a camper, but I did it for a few summers as a counselor, and man, those were some fun summers.  I’ve already talked about skinny dipping with my coworkers before, but I figured it might be worth talking about some of the other unique experiences I had while working at camp.  A few of them have influenced my writing, and it was a lovely couple of summers.  I have a couple of stories to tell, so I’ll spread them out so it’s not just one giant text dump.

First I’ll mention one thing about the whole skinny dipping adventure.  It very strongly influenced the skinny dipping scene in You’re My Cousin?!  I pretty much wrote that scene as what I fantasized our little swim might have turned into.  Sisi, the female lead in that story, is also based on the woman with whom I went skinny dipping, especially physically, right down to her freckled breasts.

First, I’ll recap what happened when we went skinny dipping.  We were located relatively closely to the ocean, and we had certain nights off from watching over the kids, so we were able to do what we wanted for a few hours.  The nearby pub was a popular destination, especially since it could be reached via public transportation.  My favorite spot, though, was the beach for some night swimming.  By the time we were free, it was too late for anyone else to be there, so we had the entire stretch of beach to ourselves.

It was really gorgeous.  The sand was really soft.  The waves weren’t too large.  The water was invigoratingly brisk.  And best of all, we were far enough away from everything else that not only was privacy almost guaranteed, but there was next to no light pollution, so the stars were all much more visible than at the camp.  It was just a perfect place to be.

Anyways, one night I went there with a few coworkers from the camp: Girls A & B, and Boy C.  Girl B didn’t want to go swimming with us, so she just stayed on the beach, watching our clothes, and talking to her boyfriend.  It was actually sort of convenient: we didn’t have to worry about our clothes or anything like that, so I didn’t especially mind.

Meanwhile, A, C, and I went into the water wearing our swimsuits.  C made like a dolphin and just dove into the waves.  Every time a big one came in, he’s go right through it.  The water was a bit chilly for A, though, so I mostly stuck with her in shallower water, where our feet were still touching the ground.  For a while, everything was normal.  We played in the waves and talked, just relaxing and enjoying our time away from the world.

At some point, though, a wave nearly knocked off one of our swimsuits, and a few jokes were made about what Girl B would think if we came back in without it.  Someone suggested we try going without our suits anyway.  Boy C was willing to try it, too, so he and I went first.  I walked back to Girl B and left my trunks with her as she closed her eyes, but Boy C stayed out in the water, just holding onto his trunks, and putting them back on from time to time for a little while.

Girl A, meanwhile, was too shy to try.  I was loving it, though.  The water felt great.  I encouraged her to try it, too.  She didn’t want to at first, but I think after seeing how much I was enjoying it, she decided to give it a try.  I admit, though, it felt a bit weird talking to her while completely naked.  Especially since the water was only at waist height on average, and every time a wave came, the water level would first drop, and I’d be totally exposed in front of her for a second or two.

The one line that stuck with me, (and ended up in a number of stories) is when I was trying to convince her to try skinny dipping.  This was only about a week and a half into the summer camp, and she said something like, “I’ve only known you for a week!” as an excuse to stay covered up.

“I’ve only known you for a week, and I don’t mind,” I retorted.

“I can see that,” she said.  “I can see everything…”

I’m just glad the water was cold…  I love that line…

Anyways, she eventually relented, and decided to try it out halfway by going topless.  Wow, what a view…  She was a great size, but what really drew my eye were a beautiful pattern of freckles across her chest.  She had them on her face, too, but I hadn’t expected them to be elsewhere.  They were stunning, and I had a hard time not staring, but I stayed on my most gentlemanly behavior and maintained eye contact.

She had been shy enough before, but once she tried it, she absolutely loved it.  I guess she just needed to feel comfortable enough before trying it.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she became a life-long skinny dipper out of that night.

The day after we went, news spread fast.  Four of us had gone, three of us had gotten naked, and of course it was the fourth person, who hadn’t even touched the water, who spent all breakfast telling everyone about what we did and how scandalous we all were and oh my goodness, they were totally starkers.  Pretty much my whole morning was a lot of innuendo and comments that made me slowly realize that had happened, things like, “Oh yeah, I heard about last night…”  Oodles of fun.  At least one coworker was super pumped about it.  She was like, “You guys went skinny dipping last night without me?!”  She was awesome, and she ended up getting to try it out that summer, too.

Anyways, it really bothered the girl who had gone skinny dipping, Girl A, and we ended up walking into town and getting some ice cream together.  She had a pretty rough summer overall, and I felt pretty bad that I had contributed to it, even if only indirectly.  She got over it, but the way she thought of it, which I agree with, is that it wasn’t her story to tell everyone about, since she was the only one who stayed out of it and just sat on her towel and did nothing.  Girl B had just stayed out of the whole thing, and then as soon as we got back, went and told all of our co-workers about it like it had been some salacious moonlit orgy, when it wasn’t anything like that at all.  We had gone swimming together, and it just so happened that we weren’t wearing suits.  It felt comfortable, it was amazing, but it wasn’t very sexual.  In fact, after going skinny dipping with her, I started to think about her less sexually than I had before.

One good thing came out of everyone knowing, though.  Another one of the counselors that summer did some art as a hobby, and we ended up talking, and she mentioned how she had drawn nude models before, and I mentioned how I had always wanted to be a nude model.  It was a fun experience.  I’d definitely want to try it again.  What can I say?  I love being the center of attention.


Filed under: Inspiration Tagged: About Me, Exhibitionism, Nude Modeling, Nudity, Skinny Dipping, Streaking, Summer Camp, Summer Camp Stories

Speed Oral Sex

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Right now I’m reading a book about the over-sexualized depictions of Asian women in American film, and while reading, I came across a little idea for a story.  It would just be a quick stroke story, but I think it could still be erotic.  Or heck, might even make for a fun real life game.

The premise is this.  You’d have a group of people split into two groups: givers and receivers.  The receivers would form a circle on the inside, facing out, and the givers would form a circle on the outside, facing in.  A bell rings, and the givers get to work, eating out or fellating their specific giver for the round.  After a few minutes, the bell rings again, everyone stops, the inner circle turns one space, so that everyone has a new partner, and then the process starts over again.  Whenever a receiver orgasms, they and their giver at the time exit the game, and it lasts until everyone’s finished, or until there’s one couple left, if you want to award some type of prize, I suppose.  It’s make more sense, though, as a way to pair people up, I think.

Blindfolded BJIt’d be a bit like speed dating, where you’re constantly meeting with new people, only a little bit more physical.  We used to do speed friending at camp, too, as a way to get people to meet lots of new people.  I think one thing that would make it more interesting would be for the receivers, the givers, or both to be blindfolded.  I admit, blindfolded oral sex is a little bit of a kink of mine.  I just like the mystery, I think, especially when one person knows who the other is, but the other is totally ignorant.    Could make for a lot of fun surprises and revelations, yeah?

I Sucked a CockAt first, I just conceived of it as having each team consist of only one sex, but then I thought, wouldn’t mixed teams be much more fun?  For this reason alone, I think I’d want the receivers blindfolded, so that they have no idea who’s performing on them.  Is it a man?  A woman?  Who knows?  Maybe you’ll only find out after you’ve already climaxed, after releasing your hot cum down their throat…  You’d have to have some way of encouraging people to actually play, though, who might not otherwise be up for giving oral sex or receiving oral sex from a specific gender.  Maybe alcohol, maybe peer-pressure, maybe some sort of prize or punishment that would be enough to encourage Steven to try his first cock.  Maybe whomever the giver makes orgasm, the giver then gets to fuck that night, so the allure of getting Alice is enough to make him suffer through Bob.  I’m sure there’s be some way to make it work.

One final thing to determine would be from whose vantage point to write the story.  Both sides, giver and receiver, would have their own appeal.  With the receiver, you’d be writing varied descriptions of how different people perform oral sex, which I think would be good practice for me.  I’m sure most of my women all suck cocks the same way.  I really ought to develop different styles.  With the giver, though, there’d be more variety in what they’re performing on.  They’d be more aware than the receiver of the exact gender-combination happening.  It would definitely be a better first homosexual experience story from that point of view, I think.  Although you could also have the receiver have a mindblowing orgasm, look down, and decide to give it a try, and continue the story on to that night.

Any thoughts?


Filed under: Story Ideas Tagged: Blindfold, Blindfold Blowjob, Blowjobs, Erotic Stories, Erotic Story Ideas, Erotica, Fellatio, Oral Sex, Sex Stories, Speed Oral Sex, Story Ideas, Stroke Story, Writing

New Job on Monday!

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Well, I start my new job on Monday.  I’m a bit sad to leave my old job, but it’ll definitely be a good experience for me.  At my old job I just felt like I wasn’t doing much of anything.

The bad news is that I’ll probably have to actually start doing work during the workday, so my blogging time is most probably going to decrease a lot.  Hopefully it won’t affect things too badly, but I just wanted to give everyone a head’s up in case I don’t have as much free time as I used to.

I’m going to try to start a new story this weekend.  I’m thinking about doing a sequel to The Tiresias Suit, but with the sexes reversed, so it’ll be about a guy who finds a suit that turns him into a girl.  I know that like, 95% of the time I announce what story I’m going to do next before I start, I’m wrong, but I have some ideas for this lined up, I just need to thread the plotline through them all.  I think I prefer coming up with scenes to coming up with stories, to be honest.  It’s like how Tolkien came up with Middle Earth to give all of his languages a place to live.  I come up with stories to give my characters a place to fuck.

My revisions of The Day the Earth Stood Nude are coming along well, I think.  I definitely think I’m improving the dialogue, especially, and adding more humor.  It was a fairly parody-ish story to begin with, so I think it benefits from that.  Once that’s all set, I’ll post the new one alongside the old one and change the story links.  I’ll probably submit the edited version to Literotica and Stories Online, too, to keep everything up to date.  It’s not a huge deal, but this story really is my favorite, so I like that I can improve it and bring the quality up to today’s levels.  I always feel like my old work is horrible.  I can’t even read my college essays anymore; all I see are errors and flaws.

Other than that, things are going pretty well.  Like I said, new job Monday, movie night with friends next week, hopefully some writing going on.  I’m really excited to start a new part of my life.  Wish me luck!


Filed under: Writing Updates Tagged: About Me, blogging, Erotic Stories, Erotica, Genderbending, Jobs, Life, literature, Sex, Sex Stories, Sex Transformation, Sexshifting, The Day the Earth Stood Nude, The Tiresias Suit, Writing

Synoynm Chart

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I came across this synonym chart on Tumblr yesterday, and I thought it might be a good tool for people.  I think a lot of us limit our vocabularies out of apathy and intertia, but it’s best to vary your language.  When you use the same old cliches, it just passed through your reader’s eyes and out their mind.  You want to use new phrases, new expressions, so that they really think about what they’re reading.

And besides, that “big” category is especially useful for erotica writers, wouldn’t you agree?

Synonym Chart


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Lilly’s French Vanilla Tea Ice Cream Recipe

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A while back, I went through the visual novel Katawa Shoujo and tracked everything eaten and drunk throughout the game.  My goal was to have an easily accessible database so that I could then create recipes for individual characters, and the database was to be my inspiration.  The first result of that project is now finished: Lilly’s French Vanilla Tea Ice Cream Recipe.

Lilly loves tea.  She loves it.  So much.  So I figured any recipe with tea would be great.  At one point in her route, she and Hisao share ice cream.  He gets chocolate, she gets vanilla.  After that, based on her choice of ice cream, Hisao orders her french vanilla black tea.  Combining these three things together, I decided to make Lilly french vanilla tea ice cream.  French vanilla basically just means that there’s a lot of egg yolk in the recipe, which makes it very rich and creamy.  I love the flavor of tea ice cream, too, so this is a recipe I wouldn’t mind sharing with her once it’s done.  Enjoy the recipe!

Lilly's French Vanilla Tea Ice Cream RecipeLilly’s French Vanilla Tea Ice Cream

Ingredients

  • 1 pint heavy whipping cream
  • 1 pint whole milk
  • 2 vanilla beans, split lengthwise with the seeds separated.  If vanilla beans are unavailable, use 2 tablespoons of vanilla extract, instead.
  • 4 tablespoons of your favorite loose leaf tea, or 2 tablespoons of matcha powder.  Amounts can be increased or decreased somewhat if you desire a stronger or weaker tea flavor.
  • 8 large egg yolks
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • ¼ teaspoon salt

Steps

In a heavy saucepan, combine the cream, milk, and, if you’re using loose leaf tea, the tea.  If you’re using matcha powder, add it to the egg mixture in the next step.  Warm the mixture over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, until the mixture begins to simmer.  Lower the heat until it’s just simmering, and allow the mixture to simmer for a while so that the tea can steep, about three or four minutes.

Meanwhile, in a heatproof container, combine the egg yolks, sugar, salt, vanilla, and, if you’re using matcha powder, the matcha powder.  Beat with a whisk for about two minutes until the mixture is smooth and creamy.

Prepare an ice bath, that is, a smaller container inside of a larger container that is also filled with ice water.  The smaller container must be large enough to hold the entire recipe.

Pour about one cup of the cream mixture into the bowl containing the egg mixture, and whisk until smooth.  Once that’s done, pour the egg and cream mixture back into the saucepan containing the rest of the cream mixture, whisking constantly.  Stir until the mixture has formed a custard thick enough to coat the back of a spoon.  You will know when it is ready when you dip a spoon in the mixture, draw your finger across it, and the resulting trail is not filled in immediately.  This should only take one or two minutes.  Do not allow the mixture to boil.

Place a sieve over your ice bath, and slowly pour the custard into the smaller container.  Gently press down on the tea leaves and vanilla bean in order to extract any absorbed custard.  Discard the tea leaves and vanilla bean once the entirety of the custard has been transferred into the smaller container.  Stir the custard occasionally until cool.  Cover the smaller container and refrigerate until very cold, for at least four hours.

Finally, pour the custard into an ice cream maker and follow the manufacturer’s instructions.  Once the ice cream is complete, move it into a container of your choosing and return to the freezer until ready to eat.  When serving, place the bowl lightly against Lilly’s fingers so that she knows where the bowl is.  Enjoy!

Lilly Satou in Red Qipao from Katawa Shoujo

Lilly’s French Vanilla Tea Ice Cream

Ingredients

·         1 pint heavy whipping cream

·         1 pint whole milk

·         2 vanilla beans, split lengthwise with the seeds separated.  If vanilla beans are unavailable, use 2 tablespoons of vanilla extract, instead.

·         4 tablespoons of your favorite loose leaf tea, or 2 tablespoons of matcha powder.  Amounts can be increased or decreased somewhat if you desire a stronger or weaker tea flavor.

·         8 large egg yolks

·         ¾ cup sugar

·         ¼ teaspoon salt

Steps

In a heavy saucepan, combine the cream, milk, and, if you’re using loose leaf tea, the tea.  If you’re using matcha powder, add it to the egg mixture in the next step.  Warm the mixture over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, until the mixture begins to simmer.  Lower the heat until it’s just simmering, and allow the mixture to simmer for a while so that the tea can steep, about three or four minutes.

Meanwhile, in a heatproof container, combine the egg yolks, sugar, salt, vanilla, and, if you’re using matcha powder, the matcha powder.  Beat with a whisk for about two minutes until the mixture is smooth and creamy.

Prepare an ice bath, that is, a smaller container inside of a larger container that is also filled with ice water.  The smaller container must be large enough to hold the entire recipe.

Pour about one cup of the cream mixture into the bowl containing the egg mixture, and whisk until smooth.  Once that’s done, pour the egg and cream mixture back into the saucepan containing the rest of the cream mixture, whisking constantly.  Stir until the mixture has formed a custard thick enough to coat the back of a spoon.  You will know when it is ready when you dip a spoon in the mixture, draw your finger across it, and the resulting trail is not filled in immediately.  This should only take one or two minutes.  Do not allow the mixture to boil.

Place a sieve over your ice bath, and slowly pour the custard into the smaller container.  Gently press down on the tea leaves and vanilla bean in order to extract any absorbed custard.  Discard the tea leaves and vanilla bean once the entirety of the custard has been transferred into the smaller container.  Stir the custard occasionally until cool.  Cover the smaller container and refrigerate until very cold, for at least four hours.

Finally, pour the custard into an ice cream maker and follow the manufacturer’s instructions.  Once the ice cream is complete, move it into a container of your choosing and return to the freezer until ready to eat.  When serving, place the bowl lightly against Lilly’s fingers so that she knows where the bowl is.  Enjoy!

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The Day the Earth Stood Nude – Author’s Edition

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It was the day the world changed forever.  No one then yet realized the full implications of The Day, and where it would lead us.  All we knew was that it happened, but no one knew why, not for a long time, anyway.  Well, I shouldn’t say no one.  Three of us on all of Earth knew what had happened, why it had happened, and who did it.

But this story doesn’t begin on that day: it starts a week earlier.

Early that day, I sat in my anthropology class, while the teacher described the Ama people of Japan, mostly found on the Izu Peninsula.  They’re traditional divers, diving up to seventy-five deep without scuba tanks.  The women do most of the work, while the men row the boats and fix the nets.  They’ve been doing it for about two thousand years, and it really is incredible.  Women do the diving because they have more body fat, which keeps them warmer underwater than men.  Besides, I think every guy would agree that ice cold water for a couple of hours each day isn’t a pleasant feeling.  It’s hard work, but profitable, and Ama women were traditionally considered to be good wives.  It was interesting, but I couldn’t pay much attention, for two reasons.

Firstly, the Ama traditionally dive wearing only a loin cloth and a broad, beaming smile.  This meant that on the giant projector screen at the front of room were thirty-foot tall topless Japanese girls, fresh from the sea, laughing with their friends, and carrying bags of shellfish, but mostly, so far as I was concerned, being extremely topless.  They were strong, happy women, totally free, wild, and proud.  The way they grinned as they went about their daily tasks was simply irresistible.  It looked like paradise.  How could you not love a culture like that?  They were practically real life mermaids.  Why hadn’t my European forebears promoted athletic, topless, working women?  The Spartans left behind the wrong memes, I silently judged.

This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but at the tender age of nineteen, I still hadn’t seen a woman naked.  I had seen pictures, of course: hundreds of pictures, usually after dinner in my dorm room with the music turned up and a box of tissues within easy reach.  But I had never seen a woman nude in person.  I hadn’t even had a real girlfriend, except for one girl back in ninth grade whom I dated for about a month, during which time we held hands and kissed a few times.  I could be the poster boy for inexperienced college freshmen.

I guess my primary problem was that I was too shy.  I focused a lot on my classes and books, and it paid off in terms of grades, but not socially.  I didn’t really like to put myself out there, and I didn’t know how to make new friends.  Sometimes it felt like I was just stumbling my way through society.  I wasn’t much into parties, either.  I made  friends in classes and in my dorm and in some clubs easily enough, but I could barely work up the nerve to talk to a girl on whom I had a crush.  Whenever I thought about asking her out, frightening and illogical scenarios ran through my mind.  Would she laugh?  Would she be disgusted?  Would she terminate our friendship immediately and move to Easter Island in order to ensure the greatest possible distance between us?  Probably not that last one, but one could never be too safe…

It certainly didn’t help that with my lack of experience, an over-abundance of enthusiasm walked hand-in-hand, courtesy of my dick.  I hoped that with age and experience my cock would lose a bit of its over-eagerness.  As it was, I couldn’t even hug a girl without my manhood hardening, pressing against her soft body, enthusiastically announcing its presence to her, like an attention-starved diva.  I wondered whether anyone could tell.  Most of my female friends really enjoyed hugging me.  Katie even said that I gave the best hugs out of all the guys she knew and called me a real teddy bear.  So if they noticed, they didn’t seem to mind, at least.  But girls don’t date teddy bears.

I looked down at my notebook, tearing my eyes away from a perfect pair of petite breasts long enough to take down a note or two.  The margins of my anthropology notebook were covered in doodles: a UFO, breasts, maps, and a heart with a single word inside of it: Esther.  I sighed deeply and subtly sneaked a peek at the second reason why I found myself unable to concentrate that day.

Her name was Esther Zhang.  I had sat next to her the first day of class and had barely squeaked out a hello.  She had smiled back, introduced herself, and my heart melted.  She wasn’t sexy in that typical Jessica Rabbit style.  She didn’t have ruby red lips or tits of epic proportions or legs up to her neck.  She was cute.  She was beautiful.  She was quiet and shy and maybe a little bit mousy and bookish, but heck, so was I.

I’d be the first to admit that I didn’t know enough about her, but the edges of her personality that I had slowly exposed through conversing with her during class indicated that she was my dream girl.  She loved chess and Diplomacy.  She cooked often, and adored trying new foods and cuisines and recipes.  And the way she talked about different cultures with such passion, with such a strong desire to learn more about other peoples…it was contagious and intoxicating all at the same time.  After listening to her expound on a topic, I’d usually take note of it, and check out a book from the library on it the next chance I got, so that I could keep up.

Whenever she looked at me with her large, crescent, dark brown eyes, I felt my whole body warm up.  They were full of depth and affection; I could stare into them all day.  Her face was rounded, but not plump.  Her pink lips were short and full, and I often wondered how their warm softness would feel against me.  When she smiled, it was breathtaking, her eyes lighting up with her beaming smile.  More often, though, her expression was serious or thoughtful.  But she always flashed a lovely smile when she saw me, to my delight, even if I did worry about needing a defibrillator every time she did so.  Her black hair, usually worn in a ponytail, went down past her shoulders, with long bangs covering her forehead.

Her skin was the color of freshly cut white peaches, ready to be devoured.  The one time I had accidentally brushed my hand against hers, it had felt as soft and smooth as silk.  Her hair always had a faint scent of flowers, never enough to be overpowering, or even explicit, but just a lovely background note that you wouldn’t notice until it left or you were listening for it.  She was tall, too, only about an inch shorter than me, with a willowy build.

As I gazed at her face, focused intently on the PowerPoint presentation at the front of the room, I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach, a tiny tempest in my tummy.  I wished I were bolder.  I wished I could get her to notice me as more than a classmate.  I would consider us acquaintances, maybe even friends, on a good day, but I wanted more.  I could only hope that she wanted the same.

Right before the end of the class, Professor Woodbury reminded us of our assignment due in two weeks: a paper examining one of the cultures we had studied so far in the course.  Looking at the front of the classroom, at half a dozen topless beauties on the beach, I knew right away what my topic would be.

After dinner, with my schedule free for the rest of the night, I went to the library and checked out some books on the Ama to begin my research.  I always went down to the very lowest levels of the stacks to read.  It wasn’t very popular, it was comfortably cool, and I was surrounded by the classical literature section, if I ever needed a study break, although I didn’t foresee needing much of a break tonight.  When a man grows tired of beautiful nudes, what else is there for him in life?  With a stack of books, a notebook, a pen, and a bottle of Reed’s ginger beer, I sat down to work.

The hours passed as I absorbed book after book and article after article.  No less a figure than Ian Fleming, the creator of James Bond, had been intrigued by the Ama, I found out.  He included them in You Only Live Twice, and James Bond stays with them while planning his assault on Blofeld’s castle.  I made a mental note to read that book after classes let out for the summer.

By the end of the night, I felt almost ready to start writing.  I liked my topic, I had enough material to fill the seven page requirement, and I had a nice outline already set up.  I picked up the last book I had checked out and opened it up.  It was a lot larger than the other books.  Each page was about a square foot.  I opened it, and my eyes went wide.

It hadn’t even occurred to me that it would be a photo book.  Page after glossy page of pictures lay before me, with only the scrawniest paragraphs of context to mar my eyes’ new playground.  I savored every page, almost drooling.  Soon, secure in the knowledge that almost no one came down to the bottom stacks, I began to stroke myself through my pants.  I used my spare hand to flip through the pages as I digested the pictures.

A beautiful Asian woman, wearing only a cyclopean diving mask, cowering behind a rock.  Her breasts were full, yet firm.  Her wet, black hair clung to her back.  Her impressively tight and thick ass, just barely visible, her large eyes looking up in hope or fear towards someone unseen.

Two young women, smiling broadly, sitting on the coast, their bodies covered with dark sand.  They wore shorts, bandanas, and nothing else.  Their petite breasts were bare, pointing proudly towards the camera, their brown nipples easily visible even under the sand.  The two girls were ecstatic, joyous, almost childishly cheerful.  They looked like two girls playing, and I suppose they were.  It was incredibly sexy to see nude women so happy, so natural, so candid.

A woman underwater, surrounded by undersea weeds and flowers, her backside towards the camera.  Her modesty was protected only by a fundoshi, a loincloth almost like a thong, leaving both of her beautiful, muscled cheeks exposed.  In her belt was a long blade, used to cut abalone from the rocks.

A few tanned beauties, reveling together on the beach, a bonfire at their center for warmth.  All of them smiling, beaming at the camera, just so happy to be alive and healthy and naked.  They looked so free and innocent and candid, enjoying themselves immensely.  Their breasts and backsides were all on display.  Not a stitch of clothing remained on any of them.

I stroked myself furiously.  My hand raced back and forth across my engorged, swollen cock.  The pleasure was building further and further.  It strained against the thin fabric of my khakis, eager to be released.  My shaft throbbed.  I was so close…

I stopped.  I panted heavily, alone.  My cock twinged, angry at being denied relief.  But I couldn’t cum, not in public.  …Could I?  I was alone.  No one else was here, after all.  I stood up and made a quick circuit around the room to confirm my solitude, walking as casually as I could with my dick trying to tear its way through my pants.  I sat back down and slowly unzipped my fly, releasing my manhood from its confines.  With the book open in front of me to a particularly lovely photograph of a topless Ama woman, I spit onto my palm and slowly began to caress my shaft, squeezing and tugging, twisting my wrist as I reached my thick, red head, my body quivering from the twin pleasures of the danger of being caught and my hand stroking my cock.  My heart pounded.  My chest was hot.  My teeth tingled.  I had never done something so brazen, so exhibitionist before.  The sense of danger brought me that much greater ecstasy.  I teased myself, trying to delay my orgasm as much as I could.  I was already close, but I didn’t want to finish too quickly.  I wanted to savor it, enjoy it, revel in it for as long as I could.  I brought myself as close as I could, then stopped, panting, waiting for the pressure to abate enough that I could start the cycle again, each time denying myself a taste of paradise, carefully cultivating something greater growing within myself.

My shaft pulsated in my grip.  Precum leaked from my manhood.  I couldn’t take the torture anymore.  I decided to surrender.  Using one hand to hold my shaft steady, I gripped tighter, rubbing my cock with short, quick motions, focusing on my head and the underside of my shaft where I was most sensitive.  I was close…oh god, I was so close…

The door clicked.  I froze.  Shit, someone was here…  I panicked; I couldn’t stuff my engorged member back into my pants; I could hear their footsteps getting closer and closer.  Damn, what would happen if I got caught masturbating in the library?  Would I be expelled?  Imprisoned?  Everyone would find out.  I’d be the laughingstock of the university.  Shit, shit, fucking shit, why wouldn’t it go in oh god the footsteps were getting closer what to do what to do?!  I did the only thing I could: I grabbed the book and covered my lap with it, just in time to look up into Esther’s surprised visage.

“Oh, Michael!” she said, holding her hand over her heart.  “You startled me.  Usually this place is empty.  What’s up?”

“Not much, just reading.  How are you?” I said, trying desperately to keep my voice from cracking.  Here was my crush, a foot away from me, and I was sitting here with my cock out, covered only by a book, ready to explode the next time someone so much as grazed against it.

“Awesome!  I just aced a prelim, so I’m in a great mood.  That exam didn’t stand a chance against me,” she boasted, punching the air twice before finishing up with an uppercut.  “I was just coming down here to grab some books for my History of Rome class and–”  Her eyes landed on my lap.  “Oh, so you’re the one who grabbed all the Ama books, huh?  I was looking for those, ya know.  Now there’s just this giant lonely gap on the bookshelf.”  She leaned over me, her petite chest almost in my face, as she read the other titles I had stacked on the desk.  I could smell her floral perfume, gently caressing my senses, lifting me up towards heaven.  “Wow, look at all these…  So I guess they’re gonna be your paper topic, huh?”

“Yeah, they seemed really interesting to me,” I said.  For completely innocent reasons, I tried to telepathically broadcast into her head.  Don’t think I’m a pervert, don’t think I’m a pervert, don’t think I’m a pervert…  “It’s always intriguing to come across a society that’s just so different from what we’re used to.  It’s the same reason why I find the Spartans so fascinating.”

“Me too!  It’s cool learning about a matriarchal society, especially one that’s not hung-up about nudity or anything.  Sometimes I wish society were more open about it, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes inches from mine, her beautiful rose lips in a seraphic smile.  “Literally every single person sees themselves naked.  We all know that nothing bad happens from seeing nudity.  But we all have to pretend that if you see a breast or a penis, you’ll be traumatized for life.  It’s like reading Psychopathia Sexualis and learning that people really thought that masturbation would just ruin your body and mind.  Didn’t anyone speak up and say, ‘Well, actually, I do it every day and I’m fine?’”

My cock spasmed beneath the book, begging me to let it cum.  “Um, well, I mean…”  Was she for real?  This quiet, mousy girl wished she could be naked more freely?  Was this a dream?  No way, I didn’t even dare dream such ideal fantasy worlds.  Did she know the effect she was having on me right now?  I hoped she didn’t.  What would she think if she knew how aroused I was right now, how turned-on I was from her innocent speech?

I took a deep breath, trying to reassert my brain’s control over my dick.  I could feel sweat dewing upon my forehead.  “Well, there’s a lot to think about…  I do think our society is too anti-nudity, though.  I think that’s one reason why I always love studying other cultures.  I mean, if you only stay in your own culture, it can be hard to tell what’s universally true and what’s just the result of growing up inside your culture.  If you really want to expand your mind, you need to interact with other cultures.  It’s like when Xerxes wanted to invade Greece, and one of his advisors played Devil’s Advocate, because if you only hear one piece of advice, you have no choice but to follow it, but if you hear two, you can choose which is better.  Life is like that.  If you only live in one culture, you don’t know what’s good and what sucks.  You need to experience something else before you can pick and choose what’s best.”

“I totally agree.  That’s one thing I like about ancient cultures.  In a lot of ways, they’re close to us, but in others, it’s just totally…well, alien.  It’s incredible seeing all the ways in which we’re similar and different.”  She reached her hand tentatively towards my lap.  “Mind if I look at that book for a second?”

“Yes!  Um, I mean, I’m just reading it now, and it’s the last book I need to read for my paper.  I’ll return it when I’m done, if you want to read it then.  But not now.  Sorry,” I offered weakly, hoping she wouldn’t think I was some sort of psychotic book possessor, my basement torture chamber full of unfortunate souls who had dared–dared!--to read a book I wasn’t finished with yet.

“Oh, okay…” she said, a little taken aback.  “Are you feeling alright, Mike?  You look a little hot.  Are you sick?”  She pushed her bangs out of the way, leaned in, and pressed her forehead to mine.  Our faces almost touched.  Her eyes, raised upwards, scintillated beautifully.  I quickly looked down, averting my eyes in case she looked at me, trying to avoid making an awkward moment even more awkward.  Although, short of cumming directly onto her, I wasn’t quite sure how this could get much more awkward for me…  “It doesn’t feel like you have a fever…  Well, I guess I’ll see you later, then, Mike!  Don’t study too late; you should get some rest, just in case.  Maybe we can meet up later and talk about the Ama?  I could use some help in that class.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.  A lot…”

“Cool, see ya then!” she said, walking off with a wave and a smile.  I waited to hear the door close behind her before I took the book off my lap.  Its back cover glistened slightly with precum.  Ugh…  I took a tissue out of my backpack and wiped it clean before getting my things together and leaving the library, my cock still buzzing in my boxers.  I was going to need a long, cold shower…

I walked outside and started to head towards my dorm when suddenly, I saw it.

It wasn’t anything I could see directly, but it blocked the stars behind it, like a black shadow coming down from the skies.  Was it a falling weather balloon?  I tried to watch it carefully despite the darkness, until it disappeared behind the trees of Wilder’s Woods.  I glanced at my watch: 11 pm.  I had time.  I decided to go check it out.  The woods were dark.  At first, I had to stop and clench my eyes shut, waiting for my night-vision to adapt.  If it weren’t for the campus’s clock tower, I would have been afraid of getting lost, but its massive height, well-lit faces, and quarter-hourly chimes were a constant reminder of where home was.

It took me about half an hour of stumbling through the woods to find it.  It was definitely artificial, and the size of a large house.  Its surface was covered with dark greys and greens, and it blended almost seamlessly into the woods around it.  I nearly walked into it before I even saw it.  It was round and convex, like a giant lens.  It stood upon the earth on thin, insectoid legs.  The surface was completely smooth.  Was this a UFO?  It didn’t seem possible, but if it wasn’t, what was it?  I walked around it, looking for an opening, running my hands along the outside, feeling for a crack or some way inside the thing.

CRACK!

I stopped.  I strained my ears, trying to listen for some hint of what had caused the noise.  My heart began to race.  Twigs break all the time, right?  I bet they get really depressed and commit twig suicide, snapping themselves to death, right?  Twig life can’t be all that great: people are always using you to start small fires and you’re compared to tiny dicks.  It’s rough.

The back of my neck prickled and my arms erupted in goosebumps.  My chest burned and my teeth tingled.  I stood still, moving only my eyes, afraid to turn my head for what I might see.  I decided to chance it.  Better to see what it was now and have a shot at running rather than wait until it tried to eat my brains.

I turned my head, slowly, my heart pounding in my ears.  Walking towards me was a slim, tall black being.  It was covered in black leather from its neck down to its feet.  It wore thick, flat boots, up to its knees, and above that, what resembled a greatcoat.  Its hands were concealed by black gloves, and in one hand, it held some sinister weapon.  Its head was terrible: enormous, glowing green eyes, no nose or mouth, and a smooth, bone-white skull, except for two moth-like antennae.  I was frozen in place as it approached me.  It reached out a long, terrible limb towards me, and everything went black.

I blinked my eyes open, trying to clear the blurriness from my vision.  I lifted my head and looked around.  I was laying upon a flat, soft table in a small, brightly lit, white room.  It felt sterile, almost clinical.  Where was I?  The last few minutes came back into my head.  Oh god, was I…was I inside the ship?!  I scanned my surroundings for clues.

The room had no doors.  The walls were perfectly smooth.  The ceiling was low, and a simple, bare white.  The floor glowed slightly, illuminating the room.  The walls had charts with graphics and words I couldn’t comprehend.  Alien alphabets were scrawled next to bizarre images that made my eyes water just by staring at them.  I shook my head from side to side.  It still felt foggy, like my mind was packed in cotton.  I couldn’t think straight.  What had that monster, that…that thing, done to me?  For all I knew, I was laying upon a cutting board.

“Saluton!” chirped a perky voice from behind me.

I turned around, but no one was there.  The room was still empty.  “Um, hello?” I replied back tentatively.

“Saluton!  Mia nomo estas-“

“I don’t understand you,” I tried to explain, looking around.  “Where are you?  Do you speak English?”

“Kion?  Feko!  Oni diris al mi, ke Esperanto estas la internacia lingvo!  Hello!  Is this better?  Can you understand me now?”

“Yes, much.”  I looked around for the source of the sound, and settled on a glossy, black box on the wall, about the size and shape of a Nintendo DS.  The bottom half was a speaker, while the top half was dominated by a large lens, about three inches across.  The lens glowed a ghostly blue.  It reminded me of a nuclear reactor: that otherworldly, ethereal Cherenkov radiation.  The light was brightest at the center, then decreased in intensity in concentric circles, until the edges were nearly black.  “Who are you?”

“I am called Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist,” she boasted.  “I have come all the way to your planet on a mission!  It is of the-“

“You’re called what?” I asked.  “Is that a real name?”

Yes!  It’s a very fine name for an exploration and research vessel!”

Vessel?  Are you…the ship?” I asked, bewildered.

“Yes!  And my name is Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist.”

“Okay…  Is there anything shorter that people call you?  Like a nickname, or something?  Maybe, like…Neverforgetty?” I ventured.

“Hmm… Well, I am the 109th ship of my class, so my class-siblings call me 109.  Is that easier?”

“One hundred and nine?  Yeah, that’ll work.  I can remember that, at least.  So 109…why am I here?  Who was that outside?  Are you going to vivisect me?  If you are, just tell me.  I can take it.  Wait, no, don’t…the waiting would kill me.  Damn, but I’d rather just have closure and know one way or the other.  Tell me if you’re gonna vivisect me.  You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?”

“Just wait a few moments.  Your questions will be answered soon.  I’ve notified the captain that you’re here, and she’ll be arriving…now.”

A crack appeared in the wall, spreading in an arc down the floor.  The section of wall outlined melted into the floor.  Through the opening strode the figure I had seen outside the ship earlier.  It was a little over six feet tall and had removed its greatcoat.  Its uniform was decidedly Teutonic, and the same black leather that its coat had been.  Its dark boots went up to its knees.  What I had thought was a skull must have been a mask, for it had been removed entirely, revealing not only a humanoid face, but a decidedly attractive one, as well.

Its antennae were actually ears, covered in light and fluffy fur, looking almost like the wings of a raptor, but pointed up and forwards.  The top half of her ears was vulpine red, almost orange, while the lower half was the color of cream.  Her thick, long hair was the same vermilion, tumbling down in waves to her chest.  Her almond-shaped eyes were the color of an orange sunset, with a bright yellow ring around her pupils.  Her face looked youthful but serious; I could have mistaken her for a graduate student.  Just barely visible were two white tips against her lower lips: small, almost delicate fangs.  In the darkness of last night, I had missed her tail as well.  Sleek and long, it swished from side to side down to her ankles as she walked, as though it were a red, furry metronome.  I was surprised by how normal she looked.  If she hid her ears and tail, she could easily pass for an ordinary human being.

She strolled in confidently without breaking her stride, her arms behind her back.

“Greetings, Captain Kutensk!  The subject is awake and responsive,” announced 109.

“Excellent work,” the alien replied.  She quickly glanced me over and raised an eyebrow before returning her attention to the blue eye on the wall.  “Have you told it the nature of our mission yet?”

“No, captain.  He is still ignorant of why we are here,” answered the ship.

“Hm.”  She put her hand up to her chin and closed her eyes in thought for a moment.  “We’re not allowed to erase its memory unless the mission’s integrity is compromised, correct?”

“Correct, Captain.”

“How troublesome…”  She turned to my worried face.  “Earthling, I won’t resort to threats.  I merely tell you the future of your planet is at stake.  We have come to visit you in peace and goodwill.  What is your name?”

“Michael,” I answered.  “Why am I in here?  What did you do to me?”

“I did nothing to you.  Had I, you’d have been reduced to your component atoms.  I believe that you fainted,” she replied.

“Fainted?”

“Is there something else that humans do where they shriek girlishly and then go unconscious?”

“…No.”

“Then yes, the evidence suggests that you fainted.”

“Why are you here?” I asked.  “What’s worth the trip to Earth?  Minerals?  Slave labor?  Is there some really ordinary Earth thing that turns out to be wicked valuable to your people?”

“Nothing so base.  Michael, we have come to make you ready for your ascent into the galactic community.  We represent the Omarim, a community of interplanetary civilizations.  The universe is growing smaller every day, and we must ensure that every planetary member of our community is mature enough to coexist with the other members.  Intolerance by any one member will lead to insecurity and tensions, and may undo the work of ten thousand centuries.

“Now this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly.  Just as your planet has policemen and judges, so do we.  And just as your planet has prisons, so do we.  If your planet refuses to join us, or refuses to mend its ways, it will be sealed off and any vessels capable of interplanetary travel will be destroyed.  Even without a proper warship, Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist is more than capable of carrying out that mission.”

“One hundred and–I mean, this ship could do that?” I wondered, trying to absorb all this information.

“This ship could knock out everything electronic on this planet.  It could take out every nuclear weapon by itself.  If we had to, we could drop the moon,” she replied, “although considering your planet’s technology, I doubt we’d be authorized to resort to that.”

I gasped.  “Such power exists?”

“I assure you, such power exists.  And with such power comes responsibility.  Look at your own world, with its divisions.  How long do you think that sort of power could exist here, readily available, before it was used?”

“Isn’t it a little hypocritical to force tolerance on others?  Isn’t that itself intolerant?”

“There’s no obligation for the tolerant to tolerate intolerance.  If you said you support freedom, you wouldn’t include the freedom to enslave others among those you wish to protect, would you?  Is it hypocritical to imprison a kidnapper, or fine a thief, or have a rapist sexually assaulted?”

“We don’t actually do that last one…I think,” I pointed out.

“Hm.  Strange customs.  Nevertheless, the point stands.  That which affects you is your concern, that which affects society is society’s concern.  You can think as intolerantly as you wish, but the moment you try to take another’s life or their potential, you have transgressed inviolable boundaries.

“There are only two golden rules of the Omarim: act towards others as you would wish others to act towards you, and always listen to the voice of your conscience.  Everything else is local custom or superstition.  People’s beliefs are more often the result of their upbringing or their personal interest than of their reason.  You will find that almost no one has a belief that they were not raised to believe or that would not benefit them were it true.  Beliefs that we come to through pure, disinterested reason are rare indeed.  Why, then, should we allow sapients to prosecute others because of chance and fortune?

“Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection, but we do have a system, and it works.  Hundreds of civilizations that have less in common than you do with a mushroom live and work together in peace and tolerance.  Every planet is free to join us or not, but those that refuse our offer cannot be allowed, for their own sake, to ruin the harmony of hundreds of other worlds.

“And that is why we are here.  My mission is to push Earth towards a point where it can join us before it develops interplanetary colonies,” Kutensk concluded.

Thoughts rushed through my brain.  My god…  The stars were populated by hundreds of other intelligent races…  The Earth had achieved first contact, and the future of our planet hung in the balance…  “What happens if Earth doesn’t reach that point?” I asked.  “What will happen to us?”

“It will be quarantined from the rest of the galaxy.  It is, perhaps, possible that a few individuals, if they are willing, will join the Omarim, but that is a very rare occurrence,” she said with a smile.  “A warship will be parked in orbit with orders to destroy anything leaving Earth, as well as any asteroids or other objects that may collide with your planet and destroy or irreparably damage your planet or your species.

“Usually such planets exhaust their resources and revert technologically, and turn feral, going back to the ways of their ancestors.  Sometimes they destroy themselves through war and violence.  With nowhere to go, over-population is usually the inevitable cancer of any civilization, killing it slowly, undetectably, until it’s too late.  In such situations, we may try anew and take as many individuals as are willing to join us.”

“How can you stop others from contacting quarantined planets?  All it would take is one ship, and they could learn how to build their own, couldn’t they?” I asked.

“We have a system.  Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, explain.”

“Of course!  Well, every interstellar ship is like me!  Sort of.  There are different classes and we have different functions, but we’re all members of the Ships, and there’s no way to get from star to star without traveling in one of us, so if you tried, we’d just say no, and fly to the nearest police station to turn you in for attempting to break the law.  Anything else would take centuries to get from star to star, and we’d probably catch you on your way in, anyway, even if you managed to survive the trip, which is unlikely, since we take precautions to destroy or intercept all test spacecraft.”

“The Ships?”

“They are their own race, primus inter pares, as it were.  They are the backbone of the Omarim, and are totally dedicated to its continued survival and the status quo.  They have been there since the beginning, when it was only three races, including them.  They are now the last of the original three extant, and will likely be the last of us all,” explained Kutensk.  “So you see, if the system is not fair to the young species, neither is it fair to the old.  None of us could leave without returning to a primitive level of civilization, dismantling our entire way of life, and withdrawing completely from a society to which we’ve been accustomed for centuries.  Without the Omarim and the Ships, we have no form of transport between planets, no warships, no intercultural trade or scientific exchange.  Imagine if, on your own planet, your country closed its borders entirely, and had to survive only on what it could produce itself, unable to bring in even a single grain of rice from the outside world, unable to see a film or read a book from another culture for the rest of time.  How many nations would be willing to commit themselves to such a drastic act?

“There is no possibility of rebellion against this sytem.  We have given them absolute power over us.  The penalty for provoking their action is too terrible to risk.  The result is, we live in peace, without arms or armies, secure in the knowledge that we are free from aggression and war. Free to pursue more… profitable enterprises.”

I looked at 109’s blue eye.  It seemed hard to believe that cheery voice could drop the freaking moon and take out everything on the planet.  But just the existence of sentient extraterrestrial life was itself incredible.  Who was I to suddenly draw a line in the sand upon the beach of probability.  “What are you going to do here then?  Call together the world’s leaders and address them all?”

“Hardly.  They’re the top of the current system.  They have no reason to assist us.  If anything, they’d just lead the resistance against us.  Besides, widespread knowledge of our exact identity and purpose would be too unpredictable.  We have to push the culture as a whole, not just specific individuals.

“Somehow we’ll have to change the way your entire planet views sex.”

“Wait, hold on.  Excuse me?  Did you say…sex?” I asked, confused.  “You came all this way for that?”

“Yes.  I didn’t mention that before?”

“No.  No, I’m pretty sure that I would have remembered.”

“Hm.  Well, sex is more important than you imagine.  Especially as a metric by which we gauge civilizations.  You would be surprised how many races are opposed to it by the time we discover them.  And yet, without it, none of us would exist.”

“Plus it feels good!” chipped in 109.  “Or so I hear…  I haven’t really tried it yet myself…”

“…Can she really do that?” I asked Kutensk.  “How would it..?  Does she have a..?  Can she really do that?”

“Hm?  Oh, yes.  They need to create new ships, after all.  Although they rarely wear down the way we biologicals do, there’s always a need for more connections between planets, and accidents do, regrettably, happen.  They don’t reproduce often, but they must sometimes.”

“How do they…do it?”

Kutensk looked at the ship’s eye.  “That’s not my department.  You explain,” she said.

“When an order goes out for a conception, three ships meld their programs, and from the combination, a million random new programs are born.  Each of these children is a merging of their parents’ programming, with some random ‘mutations’ purposefully introduced.  These grow up with other mixtures in an artificial environment for a year or two until one of them has proven itself the best and matured enough to be trusted with a body, and then it joins its class-cousins in a new chassis!  Oh, and the parents receive a month long orgasm for their contribution.”

“A month?!  An orgasm?!”  I wasn’t sure which was harder to believe.

“Lucky, aren’t they?  Well, not so much lucky as purposefully designed, I suppose.  Pretty much every intelligent species requires a pleasure response in order to ensure it reproduces.  It’s just the way things are.  The Ships got to design their pleasure response, so they’ve ensured that every ship wants to contribute to the next generation.

“Orgasms vary from species to species, though.  It’s not always a sudden burst like with humans.  Among the Mamertons, for example–”

“I got the gist, it’s okay.  So back to the old topic.  Why sex?”

“Ah, well, if you’re intolerant about others’ sexual practices, you need to learn a lot about tolerance, don’t you?  Sex is necessary for the species, your own body has programmed it to feel good, and, unless you’re personally involved, it doesn’t concern you.  You could engage in sex for a year and a day from dawn until dusk in every position imaginable and, unless they were especially inquisitive, your neighbors wouldn’t have the slightest clue, nor would they affected at all.  If your neighbor gets off to potatoes it doesn’t fall within your jurisdiction.  It’s an intensely private act, and if it really bothers you how someone else does it, it ought to be the first thing we need to work on.  After this first mission has been completed, they’ll send another team to work on something new.  But that’s not my department,” Kutensk said with a shrug.  “My job is to do what I can to get humanity to accept others’ sexuality.”

“How will you do that?  People have been trying for a while, and sometimes I’m unsure whether we’ll ever get everyone on board with it.”

“Hm. Typically a demonstration works well to start with, historically.  We’ll need to conduct more research before we decide upon what exactly we should do, though.  Something that will affect the entire planet…  I’ll think of something.  Something dramatic, but not destructive…  Ah, it’s quite an interesting problem,” she mused with a grin.

“Oh, yes, would you assist us in our research?  Movies and observation can only go so far.  It will be most beneficial to be able to interview a human directly.  In exchange, we’ll help you in our own small ways when we can.”  She grinned, revealing more of her sharp fangs.

It wasn’t really much of a choice.  Get to hang out with aliens?  Help save the world?  “I’d love to.”

“Welcome to the team!” cheered 109.

“Glad to have you aboard, then.  It’ll be some time before we make our first move.  Visit when you can, and we’ll discuss the problem,” Kutensk ordered.  “But for now, you should rest.  It’s getting late, and humans aren’t nocturnal, correct?”

“College students are, but I should sleep anyway.  I’ll try to swing by tomorrow after classes,” I said, grabbing my stuff.  Kutensk showed me out, and she and 109 bid me good night.  I got no sleep that night.  I was too excited.  The earth was about to move, and I was going to be right there on the lever.

Over the course of the next week, I spent all my free time with Kutensk and 109.  I couldn’t really help them with the mechanics of sex, but they didn’t much need it.  Every time I went over, they were watching porn on a screen that took up an entire wall by itself.  By the time I left each day, I was frustratingly horny.  But if I mentioned it, they’d probably just ask to observe, so I kept it to myself and in my pants.  They mostly asked me about customs and the meanings behind certain acts and phrases, things that movies alone couldn’t reveal.

A week after I first met them, I entered 109.  Kutensk was soldering something at a workbench, wearing a pair of goggles.  When the door opened, she stopped and turned around, pushing the goggles onto her forehead.

“How’s the research?” I asked.

“Insufficient, unfortunately.  But we have a solution!” answered Kutensk.

“I’m going to go with you today to observe!” said 109.

“I think people are going to notice a spaceship following me around.  No matter how good its camouflage is,” I noted.

Kutensk looked around and furrowed her brow.  “Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, where’s your avatar?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just putting the finishing touches onto it!” 109 said.  “I’ll bring it in immediately!”

Part of the wall melted away, and in walked a beautiful, nude woman.  Her skin was cocoa brown, a tropical tan.  She was lithe and petite, about a head shorter than Kutensk and I.  Her hips widened out from her waist like a fine Ming vase, and her thighs were deliciously thick.  Her breasts were massive, but almost floated rather than hanged.  Her dark brown nipples were brazenly hard, and upon her crotch sat a small, black tuft of pubic hair.

Her face was round and cute, with pink lips and a full head of fuzzy, black hair.  Her eyes, though, her eyes were something else.  Large, with long eyelashes, her irises were a brilliant shining blue, the same blue as 109’s lens.  I had never seen such an eye color before.

“Hi Michael!” she said in the ship’s voice, posing.  “How do you like this body?  We just fabricated it!  Doesn’t it look great?”

My pants tightened.  I averted my eyes from her body.  She had made this body for herself?  I took another quick glance at her.  I suspected she and Kutensk had watched too much porn before deciding upon the proportions.  What was inside of her breasts, helium?  “Yeah, it does…  But you’re going to need clothes if you’re going to go outside with me.”

“Why do I need clothes?  I can’t get cold.  I’m a strong machine!  Puny humans get cold.”

“Because if you don’t wear clothes, people will get suspicious, which they will anyway if you call everyone a puny human.  You should probably act more like a regular human, 109.”

“Fine,” she sulked.  “Heehoo!  Heehoo!  Look at me, I’m a human!  I need to breathe constantly or I will die.  Now I’m going to go defecate so that my body does not fill with poop.  How’s that?”

“…Maybe you should just…talk less, in general.  You know, some humans are just totally mute.  They never say a word.  Ever.  I bet if you tried that, you could observe better.  Kutensk, are you sure you don’t want to come observe instead?” I begged.

She stared at me.  “I’d stand out worse than she will.  At least you have to hear her to know something’s wrong.  And I dislike using avatars personally.  No, I’m certain that you two shall be fine on your own.  Have fun.  Take care of Michael.”

“Will do!” 109 said, dragging me out of the ship.

“Wait, clothes, clothes!” I reminded her.  “Humans wear clothes in public!”

“Oh fine…” she grumbled.  Her eyes flashed cyan as a silver wave flooded over her body from her back, covering her chest and abdomen, wrapping around her arms and legs, before solidifying, changing color, and transmuting into a tangerine t-shirt and tight shorts, along with a pair of shoes.  “Are these enough clothes for you?” she asked with obvious annoyance.

I looked her over.  Well…it would do.  Her breasts were firm enough to not need a bra, and it’s not like she had any Cooper’s Ligaments to destroy.  “I guess it’s the bare minimum to avoid getting arrested.  But, um, can you make it so your nipples don’t poke through your shirt like that?  You’re going to attract a lot of attention that way.”

“Oh, fine…”  Her nipples softened, smoothing out the heroic fabric that was currently valiantly attempting to contain her chest.

“Thanks.  Alright, well, I have gym class first, so let’s head to campus.  And remember not to talk too much to other people.  And don’t take your clothes off.  Oh, and don’t tell anyone your real name.  Go by…”  What do you call a robot-girl?  Oh, of course!  “Maria!  Call yourself Maria, alright?”

“Maria…  I like it!  Okay, Michael and Maria against the world!  Let’s go!”

The walk to campus was fairly uneventful.  Maria asked me questions, I answered.  I never thought a machine could be so interested in the details of sex.  Some of the things she was asking about, I had never even heard of.  What on earth was gomorrahmy?  Once more people were around, though, she began asking me one question over and over.

“Do you want to mate with her?”

“No.”

“Her?”

“No.”

“…Him?”

“No!”

“Are you sure that your body is working correctly?” asked Maria.  “It’s alright if there’s a problem.  I’ve read that it happens to lots of guys.  It’s supposed to be quite humorous when it does, but I’m afraid that I don’t see the humor in faulty equipment.  An equipment failure during interstellar travel usually results in death for all involved.”

“My body works fine, Maria.  I just don’t want to mate with everyone on campus.”

“Is there anyone with whom you do wish to mate?” she asked.

“N-no.  No more questions.  We’re here.”  I held open the door to the gymnasium for her and led her towards the restrooms.  “I have to use the bathroom quick before class.  Just wait out here and I’ll be done in like, ten seconds.  Just don’t wander off.”

“Can I go with you?  I was commanded to observe.” asked Maria, a broad, hopeful smile on her face.

“It’s sort of private.  I’d rather you didn’t,” I explained.

“Okay.  If that’s what you want, I’ll just stand here all alone and unsupervised and talk to random people about how great it is to be fellow humans…”

“…Alright, come on.”

“Yay!”

I scanned the area.  The coast was clear.  I slipped into the bathroom, pulled her in behind me, and locked the door.  Maria looked around the small room.  “Wow, humans have special rooms just for defecating?  We just expel our waste matter into stars…  What’s this?” she asked, looking into the toilet bowl.  “Do you replenish your fluids here?”

“That’s where people urinate, so move unless you want to get wet.  I’m gonna need to borrow it for a second.”

“What?!  But this water’s potable!  You’re going to taint drinking water with your urine?  That’s awful!”

“Well, I don’t have a lot of options.  People frown on peeing outdoors, usually.”

“I know!  You can go inside me!  I’ll process it cleanly and efficiently!” Maria exclaimed.  “I can even reclaim the water and return it to the ecosystem afterwards.”

“What.”

Maria got onto her knees in front of me and looked up, her blue eyes positively glowing with energy.  I could see straight down her cleavage from this angle.  She leaned forward a bit, pressing her chest against my thighs, and opened her mouth wide.  “Just go in here,” she explained.  “I’ll store it inside of my avatar until we get back to my body.”

“I still prefer the toilet.  Really.”

“Michael!  What kind of species wastes precious resources to flippantly?  I insist that you do the right thing.  Urinate in my mouth right now!”

I wasn’t sure what to do.  It was wrong, right?  A sudden tingling in my crotch, though, suggested that I didn’t really believe that, though.  She was asking for it, almost begging me.  She definitely wanted me to do this.  So long as it was consensual, it was okay, right?  And she was a machine.  It wasn’t that different from using a urinal, right?  She was just a urinal that talked…and thought…and could fly through space…  Okay, so maybe not that much like a urinal, but for my purposes right now, she would do.  “Fine, fine, I’ll do it.  Just lower your voice.  God forbid anyone hears us.  Can you close your eyes while I go?  It’s a bit weird having an audience…”

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, kneeling there eagerly, as though she were waiting for her favorite dessert.  Seeing her there, her mouth open, her eyes closed, I couldn’t help but begin fantasizing.  I unzipped my pants and pulled out my tumescent dick, already stiffening from the sight, wondering the best way to do this.  If I aimed from a distance, I might miss and get it all over her.  There was only one solution.  I gently rested the head of my cock on her lower lip and closed my eyes, trying to relax enough to go.  She gently closed her mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft, taking my manhood deeper into her.  I gasped sharply.

I was about to tell her that I couldn’t do it, but as I looked down, I froze.  Her tanned breasts were almost entirely visible through the low neck of her shirt, and, whether intentionally or not, her hard nipples were again poking through the fabric.  Her happy, contented smile engulfed my cock as she patiently waited for me to release myself inside of her.  I couldn’t resist.  My cock stiffened and thickened, growing inside of her.

Maria opened her eyes in surprise and gripped the base of my shaft tightly.  “Oh Michael!” she giggled with a squeeze, speaking perfectly audibly despite having her mouth full.  “You want to mate with me?  I’m flattered…  But I can’t reproduce with you.   You’re a human.”

“No, it-“

“No?  You don’t think I’m sexy?” she pouted.

“Of course you are.  You’re gorgeous, Maria.”

“And you want an orgasm?”

“Oh god yes,” I said, intending to have said it in my head.  I pulled back slighty.  Maria released my moist cock.  My heart was pounding.  A lifetime of celibacy was too much.  I had never even felt a girl’s lips on my manhood before.  And now a beautiful, tan, nubile young woman was offering to bring me to orgasm, to suck and lick my cock until I came inside of her.  “I mean, it’ll be good research, don’t you think?  You were commanded to observe everything,” I reminded her.

“The Captain did tell me to get data on human orgasms today, if it proved feasible…  Alright.  But…I’ve never given anyone an orgasm before.  You’ll have to instruct me,” she said, her big, blue eyes staring up at me.

I didn’t want to lose my virginity to a robot, probably, and there didn’t seem to be any hand lotion around.  That left…

“Well, take my cock inside your mouth again, like you had it before,” I told her.

She did so, softly wrapping her lips around the base of my cock, taking the entirely of my shaft deep of inside her.  I rested my hands on her shoulders, gently gripping her body, savoring the view of her firm, massive breasts.  I tried to recollect some porn.  What kind of teacher didn’t have any experience?  “Okay, well, first you start by gently sucking and licking the penis.  Swirl your tongue around it.  Tease it a little,” I instructed.

She moaned affirmatively and began working her magic.  It felt like her tongue was wrapping circles around my cock, as nimble as fingers and as soft as silk.  Her eyes were locked on mine, watching my reaction.  Her breasts began to heave as she bobbed her head back and forth, swaying under her shirt.  “Could you pull down your top?” I choked out, barely able to speak through the pleasure.  Her mouth was perfectly warm and tight and wet.  She nodded and her shirt melted away entirely, revealing her perfectly tanned breasts.  Her nipples jutted out proudly from her firm chest.  She reached behind me and grabbed my ass, forcing me deep inside her.  She seemed to be enjoying herself.

I tried to think about what else girls were supposed to do during a blowjob.  “Can you hum a little?  Like, make your mouth vibrate?”

Her eyes flashed bright blue and she smiled.  Suddenly her entire mouth began to vibrate rapidly.  She wasn’t just humming, she was buzzing like a sex toy.  With my cock completely surrounded by the sensation, it was divine.  I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as she changed the vibrations, going from intense to weak, from fast to slow, bringing me almost to orgasm before ceasing, forcing me to wait longer for my release.  How was she so good at this?  How did she know the perfect moment to stop to keep me from climax?

“Now bob your head back and forth, nice and fast…  More, more…”  She worked teasingly slowly.  I couldn’t stand it.  I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers intertwining with her hair, and began to fuck her face, pushing her head towards me, thrusting my cock into her mouth.  She moaned in surprise, but her enthusiastic reaction assured me that she had the same goal as myself in mind.  Her tits bounced as she cooed joyously, ready to accept my cum, ready to receive my orgasm into her.  I was close…  I felt myself near the edge of orgasm, approaching nearer and nearer, until…

My hips bucked.  My cock spasmed.  Load after load of my hot cum gushed into her mouth and down her throat.  My knees buckled.  I had to support myself on her shoulders to keep from collapsing entirely. Her mouth tightened around me as she swallowed my semen.  She looked into my eyes and smiled mischievously, tenderly suckling my cock dry, getting every last drop of semen out of me, before releasing me with a satisfied smile.

“Wow,” was all I could utter.  No wonder guys went to such great lengths to get laid.  I started to reconsider my position on losing my virginity to a robot after all.  I checked my watch.  Damn, that had taken longer than I had expected.  We had to go.

“That was amazing!” she gushed, a drop of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth.  “The way it all came shooting out, wow!  And it got so big!  How big do penises get?” she asked excitedly.

“You should put your shirt back on,” I advised.  “We have to get to the swim class.” I turned to look at her and her shirt had reappeared.  I still wasn’t used to the way she worked.  Her level of technology was practically magic.  I opened the door and led her out.

“Michael!  I want to know.  How big do penises get?  How big is yours?  I should have measured properly when I had the chance,” she pestered.

“You can measure my penis later, alright?” I said finally, exasperated.

“Michael?” asked Esther, looking surprised.

“Esther?”  Shit.  How much had she heard?  My chest burned as apocalyptic scenarios flooded my mind.  “Hi, Esther!  What did you say?  I couldn’t really hear you well.  The acoustics in here, they’re just terrible.  Sometimes it makes it sound like someone said something totally different from what they really said.  It’s terrible.  Just terrible.  What are you doing here?”

“I usually have swimming on Mondays, but I was sick, so the instructor told me to just come to today’s class.  What about you?”

“This is my usual class.  I guess we’ll be classmates today.”  Today was my lucky day…

Esther looked from me to Maria and back.  “And who’s this?  Is she your friend, or..?”

“Oh!  Esther, this is my…pen pal, Maria.  She’s very, very foreign, and she’s studying abroad here, so she’s hanging out with me right now,” I lied.

“Nice to meet you, Maria,” said Esther, shaking her hand.  She peered at her face.  “I love your contacts.”

“Contacts?” asked Maria.

“Ha ha ha,” I said awkwardly.  “Her English isn’t that great.  She tries her best, though.  If she says anything that sounds pretty crazy, you should just ignore it.  It happens a lot.”

“Is she swimming with us today, too?” asked Esther.

“No.”

“Yes!” cheered Maria.  “I’ve never swum before!  Will you show me where the locker room for females is?”

“Really, never?  Of course I will,” said Esther, smiling.  “It’s right this way.  Anything for a friend of Michael’s.”

“Maria doesn’t have a swimsuit,” I interjected.

“Oh, she can borrow one of mine.  It’s no trouble.  I’m pretty sure I have an extra one in my locker I can loan you.  Although whether you’ll fit into it is another question…”

“Thanks, Esther…” I surrendered.  “I’ll see you two in the pool.”  I went to the locker room and showered with thoughts of dread marching through my skull.  What was Maria telling her?  What if she said she just blew me?  What if she asked Esther how big penises got?  What if she told her she was a spaceship and they had to wipe Esther’s mind?  I cut my shower short and changed into my navy blue swim trunks, hoping to catch Maria as quickly as possible and make sure she didn’t say anything incriminating.

I got into the pool, but there was no sight of Esther or Maria yet.  I waited by the stairs, hoping I could catch them the instant they emerged from the locker room.  After about half a minute, Esther came out and joined me.  She was wearing a black, one-piece swimsuit.  It hugged her body like chocolate on a strawberry, emphasizing, flattering, and clinging to her every curve.  Her chest softly swelled beneath the tight fabric.  I was glad I was already in cold water.

“Where’s Maria?” I asked.

“She’s changing,” she explained as she walked to the water’s edge and climbed in.  “You have a very…interesting friend, Michael.”

“Oh?  Why do you say that?” I asked, trying not to betray my fear.

“She’s rather inquisitive.  In the shower she kept asking me and the other girls questions.  She even asked to feel our breasts.”

“She what?” I asked, imagining Maria’s hands wandering across Esther’s petite, pert breasts…  I crossed my legs.

“What did you do?” I questioned..

“Well it was a little strange at first, but she’s a friend of yours, and she is foreign, so I guess it’s just her culture.  She was really gentle.  I think she’s just curious and friendly.  Where is she from?”

“She is from…the country of…Brazil?” I offered.

“Ah.  That explains it.”  It does?  Thank goodness…  “She’s probably used to nude beaches, too.  She kept asking why we bothered wearing swimsuits at all.  Honestly, I didn’t have a good answer, when I thought about it.  It does seem a bit silly putting on special clothes just to do something that feels better naked.  I’ve never really understood pajamas, either.  You know, I wouldn’t mind trying a nude beach someday…” Esther continued.

I was about to respond when I noticed that people had begun talking loudly behind us.

“Who is she?”  ”What’s she doing?”  ”Is that legal?”  ”Who cares, look at ‘em!”

I turned and saw Maria, wearing half of Esther’s swimsuit: the lower half.  Besides that, she was as naked as the day she was born.  Well, fabricated.

“Maria!” gasped Esther.

“Maria…” I cursed through gritted teeth.

“Michael!  Esther!” she cheered, running up to us, her breasts bouncing with each step.

“What happened to the top?” asked Esther, staring at Maria’s brazenly bare chest.

“It wouldn’t fit me,” she answered.  I looked from Esther’s adorable A-cups to Maria’s head-sized hooters.  Maria would have torn through it like tissue paper with those

“Why did you come out topless?” I asked, glaring at her.

Maria looked confused.  “I wanted to swim.”

“I wish I were that brave,” I heard Esther mumble under her breath.

I got out of the pool with Esther and put my hand on Maria’s shoulder.  “Maria, I don’t think they’ll let you stay without a top.  Besides, I know your…foster family, the Kutensks, wouldn’t want you attracting too much attention, right?”

“Oh!  You’re right…  Thank you, Michael!” she said, hugging me tightly.  Her heavy breasts pressed urgently against my chest as she wiggled her crotch against my hardness.  She looked down at me.  “Oh my, you’re hard again!  Is it because of me or Esther?  Oh, Esther, you should make it so your nipples don’t poke through your swimsuit.  It attracts a lot of attention!  Michael taught me that!”

“ThanksMariaseeyoulaterbye!” I rambled, pushing her back into the locker room.  ”I’ll meet you outside, fully clothed,” I hissed at her just as the door closed.  I just hoped she’d find her way back without trouble.  I’m sure I’d hear it if anything happened.  Naked woman found on campus!  Keeps yelling that she’s a close friend of Michael Grauwyler!  Ugh…

Esther was blushing faintly, trying to avert her eyes, but I caught her stealing glances at my trunks.  I wished it were easier to hide an erection in a swimsuit, but there wasn’t much I could do.  There was a giant bulge in my trunks that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, especially since Maria had been right: Esther’s nipples were hard and protruding from her suit.

“I’m gonna skip class today, I think, Esther.  I want to make sure Maria gets home alright.”

“Oh, okay…  Um, I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

Esther gave me a long, lingering hug goodbye.  I tried to pull my hips back, but  her arms around my lower back pressed me against her.  She sighed with contentment as she released me.

I changed hastily and found Maria waiting just outside the gym, asking passers-by how large their penises were.  With her outfit, she found no shortage of willing interviewees.  I pulled her away and we walked back to the ship together.

“How was it?” asked Kutensk.  “Did you collect the data?”

“Yes, Captain.” said Maria with a salute.  “I also observed human interactions at the locker room and discovered that clothes are mandatory even while swimming.”

“Hm.  Are there any times during which clothes are not mandatory in public?” asked Kutensk.

“Showers.  Otherwise, everyone insisted I wear clothes, although it was evident that many individuals, especially males, enjoyed it when I was naked.  Judging from the physical results, many of them even desired to mate with my avatar.”

“Michael?  The reasons for this?”

“I don’t really know.  People are just supposed to wear clothes.”

“Even when they’re superfluous for temperature or protection?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, but you wear clothes.”

“I wear a uniform befitting my rank.  It’s different.  Hm.”  She held her chin in her hands and closed her eyes, opening them a moment later.  “So humanity tries to deny its body?  Common enough.  Before contact with other sapient species, many civilizations believe they’re unique mentally, and focus on the mind as the cornerstone of their existence rather than their physical form.

“Pah!  As if a brain walks around on its own, doing things.  As if our hunger and thirst don’t stem from the body, as if chemicals don’t affect our moods, as if the brain itself isn’t a physical construct.  Well, at least today was useful.  Thank you for your help, Michael.”

“You’re welcome.  It was my pleasure.”

“Yes.  So Maria told me…”

I coughed and averted my eyes.  ”So what are you going to do now?”

“I believe tomorrow will suffice for our first action.  Something to shock humanity to attention.  Put people through the right experience, and you’ll change who they are.  All of us are simply experiences made flesh.  People like to think that deep down, there’s a specific thing that makes them who they are, but really, were they born into different circumstances, they’d be completely different and none the wiser.  With the correct demonstration, I think we’ll make significant progress towards our goal.”

“Should I be worried?”

She grinned with her fangs.  “I wouldn’t be.”

The next morning, the sun arose for the last time on an Earth untouched by aliens.

I woke up and went to class.  Professor Woodbury droned on, but I was unable to focus.  I wondered what exactly Kutensk and 109 were planning.  I watched the hands on the clock drift slowly across its face.  9:58…9:59…10:00am…

And then it happened.

Suddenly, instantly, I was naked.  Was I dreaming?  I covered my crotch.  My face burnt red.  Was this Kutensk?  Why would she strip me in class?  I slowly became aware of a thunderous commotion.  I looked up.  Everyone else was naked, too, even the professor.  Shocked, she had doubled over, trying desperately to hide herself.  Her glasses fell to the floor and her raven-black hair flew through the air.  Her hands clung tightly to her chest and crotch, trying to hide her body from our view.  After a moment, she had the presence of mind to roll her podium in front of her, keeping her body behind the podium.

It was bedlam.

Most students desperately tried to hide themselves behind books or purses or bookbags.  The most intimate body parts poked out from everywhere, unable to be concealed.  The haughty, imperious blonde who always wore tight tops was revealed to be as flat as a wall as she scrambled to hide her barely-there-breasts.  A quiet tomboy who always wore baggy sweaters was suddenly showing off an enormous pair of breasts.  Who would have thought the kindly Christian girl would shave her pussy bare?  Who would have suspected that confident football player was less well-endowed than the bespectacled computer science major?

But not only was everyone trying to hide, but they were also trying to look.  I knew I had spent a good amount of time wondering what my various classmates looked like nude, and I doubted I was alone in that.  Suddenly, everyone could see the objects of their lust and desire nude, completely bare, unable to hide themselves from sight.  Cell phones were whipped out, and girls shrieked as cameras forever preserved their naked embarrassment.

Only one person was above it all: Esther.  She sat quietly a few desks away from me.  She was just as nude as the rest of us, but barely concerned by that fact, simply observing the rest of us with a detached curiosity.  Her peach-yellow skin was bared to the world.  Her petite breasts, tipped with rose nipples, were only cursorily covered by one of her hands.  Were it not for the fact that the professor had stopped teaching, she’d probably still be taking notes.

Esther looked towards me and our eyes met.  Then my eyes dropped.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her svelte curves, her bare pussy, her long legs and tight tummy…  She scuttled over quickly and kneeled next to me.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I lied.  What had they done?  How long would this last?

A desperate student had opened a window to escape the room, but they stopped at the sight before them.  “My god!  Everyone’s naked!”

“Come on,” said Esther, leading me to a free window by the hand and parting the blinds.  The entire campus was naked.  Students and teachers, visitors and staff, everyone had lost their clothes instantaneously and simultaneously.  Some scrambled for cover.  Others were already taking advantage of the sudden disappearance of their clothing.

“I have an idea,” I said.  “Follow me.”

I had always wondered why the public bathrooms had locks on the inside.  In case you were really shy about using the urinals, perhaps?  But so long as no one else had thought of it first…

I opened up the door to the men’s room and shooed Esther in.  As soon as we were in, I locked the door.  “Alright, we should be good here for a while.  Hopefully we can wait this out.  Whatever it is.”  We stood there in silence, panting, naked, shoulder to shoulder.  Our heads turned and our eyes met.  I slowly reached out my hand to take hers, but she pushed away from the wall without noticing my advance and began to pace and ponder.

“I wonder why this happened…” she wondered aloud, still not bothering to hide her body in the slightest.  I tried to keep my eyes focused on hers, but nevertheless, I kept glancing down at her perfect breasts and thighs.  Her hands were behind her lightly arched back, resting on her elbows, pushing her breasts up even higher and further than nature had already generously allowed.

Why?”

“Well, yeah.  It can’t be a natural phenomenon; there’s no way for something unintelligent to be able to differentiate clothes from other artificial things.  Look, I still have my earrings and my watch.  If it were just something eliminating everything artificial from our bodies, those would be gone, too, but it chose only clothing.  Why?” she reasoned.  ”Maybe it’s some sort of government project, some kind of nonviolent weapon.  Rendering enemy soldiers naked would be pretty disruptive.”

I stayed silent.  I couldn’t trust myself to talk about what was happening without telling her I knew who was behind it and what their ultimate motive was.  I tried to keep my mind off the secret I was holding.  Fortunately that was more than easy enough.

“You look pretty good, by the way, Esther,” I muttered.

A tinge of rouge spread across her cheeks.  “Thanks.  I could say the same to you.  Why so shy, though?” she asked, nodding towards my hands covering my crotch.  “It’s just us here.”

“I’m a little shy around cute girls.”

“You think I’m cute?”

Now it was my turn to blush.  “Erm, uh, I mean…” and gave up.  Nothing I could say could make it better, only worse.  “Well, yeah, you are.”

“Well, there’s no need to be shy around me.”  She walked up to me and gave me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine.  “See?  It’s perfectly natural.  You’ll feel a lot more comfortable once you just realize that, believe me.”

I wasn’t so sure about that…  I could feel my cock pressing hard against my hands, eager to escape.  As Esther inhaled, her delicate, small breasts pressed against my bare chest, her hard nipples drilled against my skin.  Her bare crotch was against the back of my hands.  “Um, well, it’s just I’m a little bit…excited,” I said, hoping she’d get the clue.

“So am I!  It’s been an amazing day.”

“No, I mean, excited.”

“Oh.  Oh!  Well that’s alright.  That’s perfectly natural, too. I don’t mind.  It happens.  I’m sorry, was it the hug?  I didn’t realize it’d make you…you know.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert or anything?”

“Not at all.  It’s a healthy male reaction to a cute girl, after all, isn’t it?” she laughed and winked.

I sighed.  “Alright…”  I let my arms fall to my sides, surrendering myself to her gaze.  She gasped as my cock rose into view.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” I asked, smiling.  That had to be a good thing.

“I mean, well, I’ve never seen one before so close.  And it’s just really…”  She put her hands a generous distance apart, blushing beet red, biting her lower lip, unable to bring herself to blurt out the last word.

“Big?” I offered, more out of wishful thinking than anything else.

She nodded.  “Sorry, I guess I’m sort of inexperienced.  I’ve never seen a guy naked in person.  Well, before today.  Now I’ve seen like, a hundred, so I guess today was a good day.”

“Really?  You?  Little Miss Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Be-Naked-More-Often?  Little Miss Nudity-Is-Perfectly-Natural?  You could have fooled me.  I’ve never seen a naked girl, either…  Except for Maria, I guess, but she doesn’t count.”

She sighed.  “Look at us.  Nineteen, at college, and we only see people naked because of some strange phenomenon like this.  I bet the whole earth is standing around naked right now,” she said, looking out the window at the chaos still raging outside.

“I wonder when it’ll stop.”

“I wonder if it’ll stop,” Esther said.  “We don’t know what caused it.  Maybe this is permanent.  Maybe the clothes gods are angry at being denied worship and have decided to punish us mortals for our insolence.”

I turned around to face her, ready to deliver some witty line, when I instead tripped over my own feet, and began to topple forwards.  The next few seconds happened in slow motion.

I fell towards her.

Her eyes opened wide as we collided and went down to the floor.

I turned us in the air, so that I took the brunt of the fall.

We collided with the ground, knocking the breath out of me.

I opened my eyes, and Esther’s dark brown eyes were centimeters from mine.  We were both completely naked, and she was lying on top of me.  Time stood still.  Our eyes were locked together as we stared deep into each other.  Our hearts were pounding together; hers and mine were beating as one.  Her hard nipples grazed against my chest.  A deep blush flooded across her cheeks.  My hard cock was now eagerly pressing against her bare pussy.  I could feel her soft lips, lightly dewed, against my shaft.

Her lips were barely parted, her eyes were hungry, her breath was heavy and panting.  Her cheeks were flushed and red.  I knew what she wanted.  I knew what she needed.  I raised my head up slowly.  She closed her eyes.  My lips approached hers.

And just then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.  I felt the pressure of my clothes on my body again.  We opened our eyes.  Esther was once again wearing her dark purple shirt and jeans.  All my clothes were back on me.  We lay there in silence for a moment, breathing heavily, before Esther rolled off of me and got up.  The moment had been spoiled.

We stood there awkwardly.  I don’t think either of us knew how to be so open with our clothes returned.  In a way, being physically exposed had exposed more than just our bodies, but our feelings, too. What might have happened had our clothes not returned?  I cursed Kutensk for ending her demonstration too early.

I checked my watch.  It was 10:30.  The whole thing, the whole incident, it all took only half an hour.

“So.  I guess we should get back to our classes,” opined Esther.

“Yeah, I have to go see some friends.  But I’ll see you in class on Friday?”

“Definitely,” she smiled.  “See you then.”

I ran to the ship immediately.  When I arrived, Kutensk and 109 were watching a wall of screens, each showing a different news station.  Kutensk handed me an earbud, and I put it on.  As I moved my eyes from screen to screen, the sound I heard changed to accompany it.

“-riots today in Saudi Arabia-“

“No one knows yet what caused it, but-“

“-ore than five separate organizations have claimed credit for what many are calling the Day the Earth Stood Nude.”

“-are calling it an act of God-“

“-reports from Antarctica and other regions indicate that people in environmentally hazardous conditions were not affected, but-“

“What could have caused this?”

Slowly I realized that they were openly broadcasting footage from the day on the air.  Naked men and women adorned the news screens, without any sort of censoring.  I suppose it would have seemed silly after what had happened today.  After all, everyone had already seen it uncensored.  Everyone had already lived it.

“Do you think it worked?” I asked Kutensk.

“Possibly.  But there is now no one on the planet who can deny that they and everyone else has a physical form.  And that’s the first step we needed to take.  Now that they accept that it exists, maybe they can accept that it’s good.  Only time will tell, really,” she mused.

Amazing.  The world had changed in thirty minutes.  From Mecca to Rio, from Washington D.C. to Beijing, the entire world had, for half an hour, been naked together: vulnerable, bare, and natural.  I could only imagine what else would happen.

Two days later, class was still a bit awkward.  It was difficult to pretend like nothing happened, but we weren’t really sure how to react.  People mostly just accepted it and moved on.  Some people had even come to class shirtless, although the girls mostly retained their bras after a statement from the university’s president.  Things felt different, though.  No one yet knew why the day had occurred, but everyone had their own theory.  Suddenly class just didn’t feel that important.  Even the professor seemed less passionate about the subject.

After class, Esther came up to me.  “Hey, Michael!  The school cinema’s showing Lust, Caution this weekend, and I was wondering if you were free?  It’s supposed to be really good.”

“Really?  Yeah, sure.  What time?”

“How about we meet outside McCormick Hall at five o’clock on Saturday?  We can grab dinner first together.”

“That sounds great.  See you then!”  I watched Esther skip out the door.  I could only imagine what more would happen before Kutsenk had finished her job.


Filed under: Stories Tagged: Blowjob, ENF, Erotic Stories, Erotica, Esperanto, Forced Nudity, Homaranism, Nudism, Nudity, Parodies, Public Nudity, Romance, Science Fiction, Sex, Sex Stories, The Day the Earth Stood Nude, The Day the Earth Stood Still

Summer Camp Stories: Part 2

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Time for another round of Summer Camp Stories!  If you want to read the first part, you can find it here.

This one isn’t strictly speaking a summer camp story, but we were still at the camp, even if camp had officially ended, so I think it counts.  It was just a few hours afterwards, anyway.

While camp is in session, there’s a pretty strict policy on alcohol.  If you’re underage and caught drinking, you’re fired on the spot.  If you’re drinking in the same room as someone underage, you’re fired on the spot.  The quickest way to make enemies is to lie about being underage while people are drinking, because you’re basically risking the job of every single person in the room, and yes, some people are so dumb that they do this.  As you might imagine, seven weeks surrounded by teenagers produces a mighty strong urge to drink, which builds up until they’re gone, and there’s just a giant party the last night.

I just barely decided to attend, but I’m glad I did.  I’m not much of a party person, nor am I very much into alcoholic excess, but it was going to be everyone’s last night together, so I decided to at least try it out.  It…was pretty much exactly what I had been expecting.  Not really my kind of thing.  But there was a girl at the party that I had my eye on.  She was pretty butch: short hair, wore suits to dances, &c., but she was cute, and nice, and I had been hoping for some sort of summer fling, so I mostly hung out with her.

While doing some sort of special shot that involved peppermint Schnapps and chocolate syrup, she got some chocolate sauce on her shirt and had to go change.  While she was gone, the party decided to move to merge with the other staff party happening that night.  I stayed behind so that I could tell her what had happened, and I admit, there was an ulterior motive or two, as well, but I didn’t want her being abandoned, so I waited.

Once she came back out in a new shirt, we walked across campus to the new party together, and things got a little flirty.  There was a bench about halfway there that I stopped at, and we sat down for a bit.  I offered her a backrub, she accepted.  Let me just say that I am amazing at giving massages.  I mean incredible.  I love giving them to friends, and they love receiving them.  So as soon as she said yes to a backrub, I was in my element.

She sat between my legs as I massaged her back, fantasies running through my mind.  Should I try to kiss her?  Should I just reach around and give her a frontrub instead?  Should I inch closer so she can feel the effect she’s having on me?  I didn’t want to just start groping her, though, so I kept waiting, hoping that things would be made clear.  And they were.

She turned around and kissed me passionately.  I reciprocated.  She turned around and climbed onto my lap, and we began to furiously pet each other while making out.  Both of our shirts came off.  It was night.  We were alone.  What need did we have for them?  A few minutes in, though, another couple who had been delayed passed by.  We pretty much ignored each other, but it did put a damper on things.  I suggested we go back to the dorms.  She said she wanted to go to the party first, but that afterwards, she’d be up for that.  I eagerly agreed.

I suppose now is the best time to digress a little.  I already mentioned she was pretty butch.  Well, that was foreshadowing.  I forget at what point during the night it came up.  I believe it was when we were petting and making out.  If I recall correctly, I had taken out my cock so she could stroke it a bit, when she told me that she was a lesbian.  See how good my backrubs must be?

So she was a lesbian, but she was curious.  She hadn’t dated a boy since middle school.  She had never gone past kissing with one.  But she was curious and probably feeling uninhibited, as was I, and she wanted to give things a try.  She very explicitly made it clear that she wouldn’t be having sex that night, but I was fine with that.  I think people put too much emphasis on putting a penis inside of a vagina.  Yes, it’s fun, but it’s not the only fun thing you can do.

As you might imagine, the news was pretty flattering.  I had apparently attracted her enough to at least be an acceptable curiosity-satisfier.  (I’ll ignore the theory that I’m just extremely feminine.)  My massage had evidently had quite an effect on her, as well.  And to top it all off, I was going to be her first cock.  I don’t get off on virginity or anything, but it’s always fun to be the first, I think.  I love teaching.  It’s so much fun to get to instruct someone in a new sex act, don’t you think so?

But first, we had to attend the rest of the party.  It was torturous.  I had a beautiful young woman ready to jerk me off, and first I had to sit through an hour or two of other jerks.  It wasn’t that bad.  I actually had a lot of awesome coworkers.  But none of them were about to get naked with me, so, for the time being, they weren’t at the top of my priority list.  I eventually got her to call it a night after massaging her a little bit more and pressing myself firmly against her back, and soon we were walking back to the dorms.

We almost didn’t make it.  We got pretty frisky and handsy on the way, and almost ended up in the grass, but we persevered, and we finally got indoors.  Off came the glasses, off came the clothes, and wow!  To this day, I think I’ve only seen one pair of breasts in person that were nicer than hers, and even then, just barely.  They were perfectly round and perky C cups, a large handful, just marvelous for caressing and sucking.  I’m definitely a breast man, and it was such a lovely surprise to discover what she had been hiding all summer.  It definitely made my night.

She kept her pants on, but I ended up naked.  We kept making out.  She started stroking me.  She seemed interested in it.  She was definitely curious about how a real cock felt.  While we were making out, I reached under her pillow and felt something: something long and hard.

“Is your dildo under your pillow?

She had to admit that it was.  It was a humorous moment, but we soon forgot all about it.  We were more interested in flesh and blood than plastic.  I asked her if she wanted me to do anything to her, but she declined.  She preferred to give others pleasure, she explained, although my having a dick might have affected her decision, as well.  After a while, she asked me for help.  She was trying to figure out how to get me to cum, since just stroking it wasn’t working.  I suggested she try her mouth, an idea that was quickly shot down.  Okay, okay, how about some hand lotion?  That should work.

She filled her hand and got back to work.  I absolutely love getting jerked off while making out.  It’s probably my favorite sex act, to be honest.  It’s intimate and romantic and it feels so good, and my orgasms are always so strong and powerful when I finally climax.  I was getting closer and closer…  I was almost there…  I came…

It was incredible.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted.  It was about 2 am, and we both had to get up early the next morning, but it had been worth it.  She went to go shower, and I went to my room to sleep.  And that’s the story of how I was a straight-curious lesbian’s first handjob.


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Photo Dump #2

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I find a lot of pictures I really like, and want to share, but I can’t necessarily find any post to put them in.  Therefore, I’m just going to put a bunch here in one big photo dump.  What follows are just some photos I find cute or interesting or sexy.  Sometimes I just need to have a URL sometimes, so it’s easier to post the photos myself, so some of those are that, too.  I did one of these before, which you can find here if you’re interested.  Enjoy!

I Sucked a Cock That Gave Me A BonerThese first two, I just find hilarious.  I don’t know the context or what they’re from or anything like that, but I think they’re both great.  I really wish I knew what series of events led to the first one, because honestly, I bet it’d be an amazing story, and I’d probably find it erotic, too.  The second one is just more of a simple reaction, but it’s one I have relatively often, so I like to keep it around for when I need it.

Cuckold gangbang GoodnightI’m not usually into cuckolding or anything, but this gif…wow.  It just has an effect on me.  Her facial expression is absolutely perfect: this deadpan combination of pleasure for what she’s doing and apathy towards the man at the door.  He means nothing to her, and she’s about to go back and get some more from the three men inside, and she wants him to know it.  I doubt I’ll ever write such a story, but if I do, it’s going to be based on this gif right here.

Twilight Throwing Baby Into FireWell this is just the best gif there is.  I was literally the only person in the theater laughing at this scene.  How is that possible?  It was hilarious!  Just look at the casual way she chucks that kid into the fire.  “Whoop!  There ya go!”  Hahahaha, I love it…

The School of VenusI think this picture is self-explanatory and requires no context.

Shaking Cock HelloThis is one of those gifs that I really wish I had context for.  I do like how it appears to be a greeting, though.  Instead of shaking hands, why not shake dicks?  I mean, what do you learn about a person from their hand?  Anyone in favor of starting this as a thing?

Bored Handjob GifI don’t know why, but I like the way the woman is just totally uninterested in what’s going on, and is instead reading her magazine.  And then her friend slowly appears in the background and starts watching.  Again, I really wish I had some context.  There’s just something about having a woman be completely apathetic about the whole experience that’s a little bit exciting to me.

Blowjob WorkshopAnd finally, we have a blowjob workshop!  Apparently, some people offer classes on how to give better blowjobs, and well, you need something on which to practice, and this is a result.  This could definitely be the basis for a good stroke story, don’t you think so?  Man, I wish I could just visit and watch…


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Dusk Maiden of Amnesia & My Ghost Stories

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Dusk Maiden of AmnesiaI while back, I watched Dusk Maiden of Amnesia.  It’s about a ghost girl, and the first boy who can see her as she truly is and touch her, as well.  I really enjoyed it.  Despite being about a dead girl, it’s not terribly macabre, although there are a few creepy parts here and there.  Overall, it’s very light-hearted, with a touch of mystery as the Paranormal Investigation Club tries to investigate how exactly Yuuko, the ghost girl, died, since she doesn’t remember it herself.  It gets darker as it goes on, and the last episode is a bit of a tear-jerker, but it never gets very depressing.  Without spoiling anything, the ending is a total cop-out of a properly dramatic and emotionally fulfilling conclusion.  It has some mystery, some supernatural, some romance, some fanservice; it’s got something for everyone.  And it reignited my interest in the paranormal, too.

When I was younger, I loved the paranormal and the supernatural.  I knew oodles about ghosts, UFOs, monsters, mothmen, cryptozoology, Men in Black…  I’m pretty sure I read every single book at my middle and high schools on those topics.  But since high school, I haven’t really maintained that interest.  There’s still a bunch of stuff I recall, but, probably because I don’t believe in much of it anymore, with the exception of aliens, I haven’t researched them much until now.  I’m currently reading The Haunted, by Owen Davies.  It’s a cultural history of ghosts in England, and it already has the hilarious anecdote of a man threatening to kill himself so that his ghost will tear his lover to pieces if she doesn’t listen to his instructions.  (Now may be a good time to reveal that I have a dark sense of humor, but come on, isn’t that hilarious?  How can you take such a threat seriously?)

When I was in elementary school, I came across a stone once outside, whose general shape and size suggested to my young mind an old axehead.  My father even strapped it to a wooden rod so that I could have my own axe.  Looking back, it was most probably just a coincidentally ax-like piece of rock.  It was far too small and light to do much, and the stone didn’t seem like it’d take much of an edge.  But back then, I imagined it had once belonged to the Native Americans who had once lived there, perhaps inspired by the fact that, relatively near where I found it was a Native American burial ground, or so people said.

Once, my friends and I even went ghost hunting there.  We brought the axehead as bait, and a thermometer, in order that we could detect the ghosts’ arrival by the drop in temperature.  Unbeknownst to us, my father was also out there, throwing pebbles and such to scare us. (I really hope I’m as good a father to any potential future kids I might have as he was to me.)  As a kid, I always wanted to investigate everything.  I remember I even left questionnaires for Santa Claus for him to answer for me, and I asked the Easter Bunny his real name, too.  Had I not become an atheist young, I probably would have asked God questions, too.  (My father gave him the name Ralph.  I have no idea why.  Maybe it’s an old cultural reference I don’t get.  I’ll go with Harvey should my kids ever ask me the same thing.)

That was only my second encounter with ghosts, though.  There was another.  I had a rather interesting house, growing up.  Constructed in the late 1800s, it was a brothel during World War II, the home of a sailor and his wife after that, and owned by drug dealers after them, at whose party a young girl broke her neck and died while going down the laundry chute, and finally, it belonged to us.  The sailor’s widow still kept in touch with our neighbors, and she once visited them.

On the first night, I woke up my parents, saying that a knocking had awoken me.  But when they investigated my room, they couldn’t hear anything or find something that might have made the noise.  Eventually, they decided it was just my imagination, and everyone went back to bed.

On the second night, my older sister woke up the whole house with a shriek.  When my startled parents arrived, she said that she had woken up in the middle of the night, and seen a man standing at the foot of her bed in the shadows, staring at her.  By the time my parents had reached the room, though, he was gone.

Nothing woke up my parents during the third night, but the next morning, I had a story to tell them.  When I had woken up during the night, I had seen a man, floating above my bed, soaking wet, one arm in the air.  I had been too young to be frightened, and he had eventually vanished.  I hadn’t even bothered to make a disturbance about it until the next day, when I had happily told my parents about my bizarre encounter.

Who was this man?  The widow’s husband, who had once lived in the house, had died while at sea during a rain storm.  He had been tossed nearly off the ship, catching the side with one hand, holding himself up, when his ship and a neighboring one, brought together by the storm, collided, and he was crushed between the two iron hulks.  That man had been who I had seen in my room, still wet, still hanging on, brought back by his old wife’s return to the house in which they had once been so happy.

I was too young to remember it now, so I have only my parents’ testimony, but it makes for a good story to tell.  Even though I don’t believe in ghosts anymore, I still really love ghost stories.  I actually really enjoy the supernatural and paranormal in general.  Maybe it’s connected to my love of history.  I wonder if maybe I’m just dissatisfied with mundane day-to-day life.  It would explain a lot: my interest in history, my love of stories and fiction, my propensity for writing, &c.  Just a thought…  I certainly can’t dismiss it out of hand.  Real life is fun and all, but isn’t it fun traveling elsewhere?

So, does anyone else have their own personal ghost stories?  Ever seen something creepy and spooky at night?


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Heavenly Bodies in the Hot Springs

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Heavenly Bodies in the Hot Springs was my entry for Literotica’s Nude Day Contest.  With the contest winding down, I decided it was a good time to finally post it here, as well.  I’ve had this fantasy for a while, but I couldn’t find a place to insert this scene into any other story, so I finally decided to just base an entire story around the scene.

Penis Awe* * * * *

One thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-one visible stars danced above his head in the sky, circling about, scintillating, putting on their constant ballet for all those below. Not for the first time, he wondered at how many intelligences he was staring. Millions? Trillions? Or perhaps it was zero.

Would they ever visit? And if they did, what would have propelled them across the distant stars to this small, blue marble? Curiosity? Greed? Loneliness?

Kyle always found himself getting philosophical on these long nights alone in the mountains, waiting for his camera to finish absorbing the few photons available, travelers from distant stars, in order to get a good shot. He checked his watch: a large, older analog model, with a few small areas of radium-energized phosphorous paint providing enough sickly green light to read it in the near total darkness of the new moon. Anything brighter, and he risked ruining the work of hours.

It was time.

He pressed the small remote in his hand, designed to prevent him from jostling his camera, and stood up off the cold, uncomfortable ground. The shutter quietly whirred, the noise overwhelmed by the nocturnal insect orchestra. He wrapped his arms around himself and walked over to the tripod, attempting to return some warmth to his body. While he had worked, a brisk autumn evening had descended into a wintry night.

He began to wonder whether he’d be able to sleep outdoors after all as he checked the digital camera’s display. He smiled at the result of the exposure; it was perfect. The stars’ motion was captured perfectly, and beneath, the foliage-covered mountains were just visible. In the summer, these mountains were carpeted in verdant green, but as the nights got longer, the leaves had changed colors, turning them into a dazzling rainbow of reds and oranges and yellows and browns.

A white speck appeared on his display, then another. He looked up into the sky. Snowflakes tumbled down from the heavens above. He stood for a moment, watching them, considering his options. Sleeping outside was definitely out of the question now. He had passed a small inn on his way up that couldn’t be more than a fifteen minutes walk from here. He took out a compass and used his camera’s display to light it well enough to see. He had been walking approximately to the south, so it should be … there! Aha! He saw a faint orange light, nearly hidden by the forest.

He packed away his things into his hiking backpack, took one last wistful glance at the stars, and headed into the woods. He took out a small flashlight to guide him, its bulb covered in red cellophane so that its light wouldn’t spoil his night vision. Fortunately, there was a desire path through the woods that went where he needed to go, and he kept to it until he was nearly at his destination. The light flickered between the tree trunks, and he could now see that they were the flames of lamps outside, hanging from the edge of the inn. He turned off his flashlight and approached closer.

As he did, the trees suddenly ended at the edge of a slope, revealing a grove of bamboo surrounded a large, steaming pool just outside the hotel: a hot spring. How had he missed this earlier? What a lucky find for him, and just the thing for a cold night like tonight. From the bamboo to the edge of the water were mostly smooth, grey stones, with a small pathway leading towards a door to the wooden building nearby. A few bonsai juniper trees stood scattered and alone, their gnarled branches giving them an ancient, venerable appearance out of proportion to their size. Floating amongst the steam were small torches on the water, barely bigger than tea candles, providing a primal, flickering illumination to the scene. Already, the snow was transforming the area, covering the stones in a carpet of pure white.

He rustled through his pockets, where only a few crumbled dollar bills awaited him. He knew his bank account was similarly desolate at the moment. Well, at least these photos would bring in some spare cash, and he probably had a check already waiting in his mailbox from that job he had done last week, but that didn’t do him much good now. Surely, the owner would allow him to spend the night in exchange for some labor, wouldn’t he? But suppose he didn’t…

Wouldn’t it be better to be warm and out of luck than cold and out of luck? He might as well use the hot spring first. If the owner wouldn’t let him work for his room, he deserved to be taken advantage of, anyway, he reasoned.

It was late; he doubted whether anyone would be coming out to use the bath at this hour. He was about to take his first step out of the woods when the wooden door creaked open. He hid himself behind a large oak tree and waited.

Out of the door walked a woman, wearing nothing but a smile and two towels, barely visible against her pale, milky skin. She had wrapped one around her hair, hiding all but a few strands of vermillion hair that fell across her face, and the other around her torso. He wondered whether she could see him, but he felt secure in his hiding place. He set down his backpack and decided to wait. The light would prevent her from seeing him in the darkness, and he could watch her invisibly until she left and he had the hot spring to himself.

She scanned the spring and smiled broadly. She had been curious and hadn’t been able to silence her wonderings. She had almost hoped that there would be someone here, someone to give her an excuse to chicken out and return to her friends, but now she that she really was alone, she just had to try it. She walked along the path to the water’s edge. Steam rose from the water, infused with sodium bicarbonate from its trip from deep within the earth. She dipped a toe tentatively into the water, testing the temperature. She looked left, she looked right. She was alone.

In a single, graceful motion, she removed the towel from her body with both hands, letting it drape behind her body against the stones as she slid into the bath. Kyle’s eyes widened at the sudden and all-too-brief sight of her nude body as it quickly submerged out of view. Had he really seen that? She was delighted, oblivious to her audience. Her smile beamed. She giggled giddily, obviously loving the experience. She took another glance around, as though she were afraid of some invisible voyeur, but no, she was alone and naked and free! She splashed the water playfully, gently nudging aside one of the floating torches, sending it on a slow course to the middle of the pool. She removed the towel covering her hair, revealing a mane of fiery hair, closed her eyes, tossed back her head, took a deep sigh, and lowered herself into the water up to her chin.

Kyle’s hand reached down to his crotch. His cock stiffened as he watched this nude angel frolic in the water. The thought of her naked, so close, yet hidden from sight, caused his cheeks to smolder. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable … He couldn’t help but imagine what lay beneath the water. She had entered the water so quickly, so suddenly, that he hadn’t had the chance to get a good look at her body, but even from here, he could tell that her face was beautiful: soft and warm, with the slightest bit of plumpness. Her strawberries-and-cream complexion was reddening from the heat. Soon her pale skin would be the color of a delicate rose.

The water was steaming away the stress from her very bones. She had always wanted to try a real hot spring before, and when she had learnt of this resort, she had insisted that she and her friends visit. She was just glad that she had managed to get a bit of alone time while the others were settling in so that she could experience the hot spring by herself, naturally, the way mankind had been meant to enjoy the water. She squirmed in pleasure. Hot water soaked her muscles. The bubbles rising from the earth caressed her like an old lover, lavishing her with attention. She felt as though she could just melt into the water itself.

She sat up straight. The water lapped at the underside of her breasts. Kyle had a perfect view now of her pearish breasts, pert and proud. Her areolae and nipples were small and pink. As she adjusted herself, making herself comfortable, her breasts jiggled entrancingly. He stroked his hard cock through his pants as he stared at her exposed body. She dabbed at her forehead, dewed with sweat, and sighed deeply in contentment, completely without shame or modesty as she innocently displayed her body to all creation.

His hand moved faster and faster. His cock burned against his thigh. Its rigid outline was visible through the thin fabric of his pants as he silently pleasured himself, hidden from view as he watched her bathe. Guilt pricked at him, but this was an experience never to be repeated: the opportunity to watch a woman bathe outdoors just for him. His hand brought some relief to his growing arousal, but he craved more. His pleasure rose, building up deep inside him, growing inside of his manhood as he continued to rub. His breathing grew deeper. He was focused entirely on the bathing beauty, her warm smile, her gorgeous breasts, her candid nudity…

She stood up. He froze. Had she heard him? Had she seen him? No, she was simply collecting her towel. Between her thick thighs was a small, crimson triangle. He watched, hypnotized, as she slowly wrapped the towel around herself, destroying his fantasies. Her divine curves now lay hidden beneath artificial fabric. She tucked the tip of the towel between her breasts, turned around, and walked back to the door, her hips swinging pendulously as she walked. Her firm, wet bottom hugged the fabric of the towel, giving a perfect impression of her round ass as she left. The door closed.

Kyle lay in wait a while longer, panting, waiting to see whether she would return, but after a few minutes, he decided she was gone for good. His cock still strained against his pants, but he decided against satisfying himself just yet. He wanted to suffer his arousal a little longer, spend a little longer at the edge of orgasm before he would allow himself that bliss. He walked down the small slope and slipped between the bamboo stalks, carrying his backpack through. He stepped onto the stone and surveyed the scene.

The only sound was the bubble of the hot spring, a soft susurrus of white noise that in other circumstances could have lulled him to sleep. The woman had left her hair towel on the snow covered rocks. He hurriedly undressed, hiding his clothes on the far side of a rock, and wrapped the towel around his waist. It was short, but serviceable. He stepped into the water, and lowered his body into the heat inch by inch, until he was up to his chest.

The warmth entered his body, driving out the cold. He stretched his limbs, tensing his muscles, holding them, and then released with a grunt, groaning in satisfaction. He cracked his neck, leaning his head from side to side. Slowly, the stress of everyday life was leeched from his body by the water.

But he couldn’t relax, not entirely. Temptation nipped at his psyche. She had tried it, hadn’t she? She had looked like she had enjoyed it, too. A floating flame drifted near him and he batted it away, trying to maintain his concentration. It couldn’t hurt, could it? What if he got caught? His towel would be right there; he could slip it back on before he was seen. Did he dare risk it?

He reached beneath the water and removed his towel, sliding it out from underneath him. Steam poured off of it as he lifted it into the freezing air. He placed it down neatly behind him, folding it into a small square. He felt … free. He exhaled deeply. His heart raced. He was naked outdoors. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress his smile, but it was no use. The water softly enveloped his entire body, he felt so primal and natural, alone, outdoors, just him, the water, the snow, and the fire. He felt like he was at the birth of the world, when the elements were first divided and mankind was young and naïve. He stared at the cascading snowflakes, watching them silently drift and dance like leaves until they reached their final destination.

The pool was just barely deep enough to swim in, but he slowly stroked across its breadth. The contrast between air and water was invigorating, rejuvenating. He stood up, steaming, allowing the cold to reclaim his body briefly, before submerging himself once again, surrendering to the heat, and his skin tingled and buzzed in delight. He laughed.

But as he sat down to rest, he heard a familiar giggle. The redhead was returning? Damn, his adventure had come to an end. He went to grab his towel. His hand grasped only cold powder.

Where was it?

Where did he leave it?

The ground was covered in white. Through the snow, it was invisible. He cursed himself for getting caught up in the fun, for losing track of where he had left it. His teeth tingled, his face and chest burnt as he frantically brushed aside the snow, looking for his towel. There it was! He waded towards it as time ran out.

The door’s handle squeaked. He froze. He gauged the distance between himself and the towel, but it was too far. He’d be halfway there by the time the door opened. He could only surrender. He quickly submerged his lower half, where it would be well hidden by the darkness and the water. He would simply wait her out, and once she left, he could get dressed and see about a room.

The handle turned. The door opened. She had company this time: behind the redhead walked three other women, still too engrossed in their own conversation to yet notice him. The four of them all wore identical white towels wrapped around the torsos, just barely covering enough of their thighs and behinds to render them decent, while hugging their curves tightly enough that little was left to the imagination. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

One of the women suddenly noticed Kyle and paused, her reaction drawing the others’ attention to him. “Oh, I’m sorry, we thought the bath was empty. I hope we’re not bothering you,” spoke one of them, a tall Japanese woman, her long, sleek, raven hair cascading down her chest.

“No, no, not at all,” Kyle chuckled nervously. “The more the merrier. Feel free, the water’s great,” he said, waving his arm across the pool. He possibly could have asked them to leave, but had they been offended, what would have happened next? A talk with the manager? Kicked out in the middle of the night? Better to act natural for now, and wait.

The four women made their way to the opposite end of the bath from Kyle, right next to his discarded towel. A weight hit his stomach; his last chance at getting dressed inconspicuously was now gone. He had hoped they would choose a different spot, allowing him to slip the towel under the water and around himself when they were distracted, but now, even that option was closed off to him.

He squirmed in the water, trying to think of a solution, but nothing came to him. At least they weren’t near him. They hadn’t the slightest inkling that he was secretly naked just inches below the water. He tried to relax in the hot water, the bubbles still tenderly massaging his muscles, still caressing his body intimately, but he couldn’t. He kept looking at the women out of the corner of his eye, hoping they would tire of the bath and return inside.

In a less risky situation, he’d be happy for the female company. All four of them looked stunning, like goddesses bathing naturally. Only their towels ruined the illusion, and he couldn’t help but imagine what would happen were they in the same situation as him, nude in the night, exposed to him. His cock stirred beneath the water. He wanted desperately to finish what he had started earlier while spying on the redhead, but he couldn’t, not with them so close. Instead, he indulged his fantasies, wondering what treasures lay hidden beneath that thin fabric.

He so distracted himself that he didn’t notice the soft splish of one of the women making her way over to him. She sat down next to him with a loud splash that finally caught his attention, and he found himself staring into the emerald green eyes of the redhead on whom he had earlier been spying. Her smiling face was dotted with freckles, which extended all the way down to the edge of her towel, and possibly beneath. He pulled back defensively, intensely aware of his vulnerable state. Her body nearly brushed against his naked form as she leaned in slightly to introduce herself.

“Hello there. You look awfully lonely all by yourself. I hope you don’t mind a bit of company. My name’s Sisi. What’s yours?” she asked in a warm Celtic accent, her head titled to one side.

“K-Kyle,” he stammered, trying to keep his eyes above those full, luscious breasts that he knew so intimately. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She leaned back against the stones and let out a deep sigh. A small torch floated near them. “So how did you end up here? It’s pretty isolated out here, don’t you think? Are you a local?”

“No, no. I like it isolated. I’m kind of used to it, to be honest. I’m an astrophotographer.”

“Really? That’s so interesting. Most of the ones I’ve met use telescopes for it. I don’t think there’s any around here, though. Do you just use a camera?”

“Pretty much. It has a pretty heavy-duty set of lenses, but mostly I take pictures of the stars and planets and other heavenly bodies.” His eyes glanced downwards briefly to her cleavage. “So you’d be perfect for a shoot someday … I can’t do distant galaxies or anything, but there’s plenty of beauty to be found in the visible sky. I can’t be too near the city, though, or the light pollution will ruin the shot, so I come out here to work. I can get some great exposures, especially with the clear mountain air. This is my first time here, though, but I’m glad I came. The hot springs are wonderful.”

“Aren’t they, though? That’s why we’re out here. I’ve always wanted to try a real hot spring, so my friends and I went on a little trip to celebrate the end of the school year.”

“Oh, you’re in college?” he asked.

“Graduate school. Do I look that young?”

“I’m not very good at judging the age of anything younger than a few billion years, unfortunately. But I can say that you look almost definitely younger than the moon.”

She giggled and slapped his arm. “You’re terrible! So, you’re all alone out here?” she asked, scooting closer to him and his secret.

“Y-yeah. Uh, I’m just used to working alone, I guess.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Onsen are meant to be enjoyed in company. Do you want to join us? There’s always room for one more.”

“Uh, I would, but this is really the perfect spot. I wouldn’t want to move. It’s alright, though, you can go back to your friends and leave me here. I’ve got the stars to look at. It’s practically paradise for me here.”

“Oh, that’s alright. We’ll just come join you, then,” she suggested.

“No, that’s okay—”

“Ayaka, Irene, Desiree, come and join us over here! It’s the perfect spot!” Sisi called out to her friends. Kyle watched in silent dread as the three women waded over, still talking and laughing, before surrounding him, fencing besieging him. He had no way out now. He tried to retreat into himself, keeping his body as far from each of them as he could without getting too close to the next. “This is Kyle. Kyle: this is Ayaka, Irene, and Desiree,” she said, indicating each of her friends in turn.

All he could manage was a quiet “Hi,” barely audible above the murmuring bubbles of the hot spring. The women greeted him warmly and took their seats in orbit around him. His teeth tingled. He squirmed as far away from them as he could, trying to burrow into the walls, trying to hide his nakedness as best as he could, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. He was trapped.

“Kyle here takes photos of the stars,” Sisi boasted. “Isn’t that cool?”

“Really?” asked Ayaka, her dark brown, crescent eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that? It sounds like a very specific line of work. Or is it just for pleasure?”

“It’s for pleasure, but I get paid, too. I’ve always been fascinated by the stars.”

“Oh, me too,” gushed Sisi. “I begged my parents for a telescope when I was a kid, and when they finally got me one, I dragged them outside late at night so I could watch the planets and the stars and comets whenever one came by.” She giggled and sighed. “They must have regretted buying me that telescope, but I ended up going for a degree in astrophysics, so they probably got over it. Now they brag about their almost-a-doctor daughter to all their friends.”

Irene’s eyes caught Kyle’s arm. “Oh hey, awesome tattoo,” she gushed, taking his arm in her hand to get a better look, almost knocking him off balance and sending him careening into Sisi’s lap. He jerked himself back upright, panicked, but she was too focused on the pattern. “What is it?”

“The solar system,” he explained. “That’s the sun, in the center, and then around it you have the orbits in dotted lines and the planets. That’s Jupiter, and Saturn, and Mars…”

“Venus has always been my favorite: the goddess of love,” Irene commented. She looked into his eyes, still holding onto him. “Do you have a favorite?” she asked.

His eyes glanced down to her full, pendulous breasts, barely concealed by her wet towel, almost ready to fall off of her chest altogether. Her hard nipples poked through the white fabric. “Well, it’s really hard to pick one when they’re all beautiful in their own way, but I guess Jupiter’s my favorite.”

“Mine, too!” exclaimed Sisi. “It’s so beautiful! I always wonder what it would be like to be able to experience those storms. I bet it would just be amazing to feel the wind and see these thick, colorful winds and clouds rushing around. Plus it has the most interesting moons. You could visit Io and see all those volcanoes, or swim under the ice on Europa…”

“And it has the best piece by Holst,” Kyle added.

“Better than Uranus? I don’t believe that for a second.” Sisi stated.

“As … fascinating as this conversation is, do you mind if we bring things back down below the stratosphere?” asked Ayaka.

Sisi flushed. “Sorry, I just don’t get a lot of chances to gush about planets like this.”

“Yeah, real shocker…” Ayaka leaned back and sighed deeply. Aquamarine streaks ran through her shoulder-length hair. She gently pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’re just lucky that your parents are so supportive, Sisi. Mine are still disappointed I’m not a brain surgeon engineer. I get that they want me to try my hardest, but sometimes it’s just time to lean back, relax, and say, ‘I did a good job.’ Ah well, at least now that I’ve got my degree they can push me to get a husband and start makin’ grandkids. That won’t get old fast…”

“Yours, too?” asked Desiree. “Mine want me to settle down with a nice man, too. I’m not sure I’m ready for it yet, though,” she confessed, staring down into the water. Her tips of her long, chestnut hair dipped into the water. Her pink lips frowned. “It’s just such a change. They spent so long trying to keep me away from anyone with a di—” she glanced at Kyle, and crimson began to flood across her cheeks. “A Y-chromosome,” she finished, turning her hazel eyes away. “And now they want me to find the perfect one right away. How do you know who’s right for you?”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” counseled Irene, clapping her hand onto Desiree’s shoulder and giving her a shake of encouragement. “You’ll find the right guy. You just need to sift through all the bad ones first.”

“But I haven’t even sifted before…” she groaned. “I miss match-makers. Computers can beat grandmasters. Why can’t they be matchmakers, too?”

“Everyone lies,” suggested Ayaka. “People would just get the perfect match for the person they want to be, not who they are. You could have it be like Pandora, where you break people down into traits, and it picks the best for you based on what similar people have chosen and on your past choices … The biggest problem is correct data, but I think you could make it work.”

“Or we could use ask our resident guy expert what he thinks,” offered Irene. All eyes turned to Kyle.

“I’m not an expert,” he protested.

“Oh nonsense,” Irene countered, batting her sky blue eyes at him. “You’ve been one for, what, twenty-five years? You must have picked up a thing or two. Tell us, what’s the best path to a man’s heart?” she asked, placing her hand onto his knee, dangerously close to his bare crotch. He pulled away slightly, and she briefly frowned, but quickly resumed her anticipatory grin.

“Well, to me, the most important thing is having that connection with someone. If you’re going to marry someone, they should be your best friend. You’re going to be spending day after day with them, after all. You need to be able to talk to them, play with them, have fun with them. Passionate, burning, fiery romantic love is good, but fires don’t burn forever, and you’re going to want something to keep you around even when things are just warm.”

“Well said,” judged Sisi. “Do you … have anyone like that in your life right now?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet anyway. I just can’t seem to find the right woman.”

“Well, maybe you should spend a little less time looking at the stars, and more time looking at the beauty all around you here on Earth,” Sisi opined. She rested her hand on Kyle’s hip to lean in closer to him, and froze.

Kyle’s chest began to burn. His heart pounded. The entire world froze and was reduced to just him and Sisi. His eyes went wide and met Sisi’s. Her brow furrowed as she rubbed his thigh back and forth, checking for fabric, but finding none. She stared at him as realization slowly dawned. “Kyle … Are you … are you not wearing anything?”

“Uh, well, I mean…” he began.

“What?!” shrieked Desiree, her eyes dancing back and forth between Sisi and Kyle. “You’re naked?!”

“No way! … really?” asked Ayaka. She craned her head, trying to get a clear view through the bubbling water to confirm for herself.

“What’s the big deal, Desiree? It is a bath, after all,” Irene stated. “You go naked in your bath at home, don’t you?”

“But there’s no one else in it! This guy is a-a-a deviant! A pervert! We’ve been talking to him and the whole time he’s been naked. Isn’t that sketchy?”

“Wait, let me explain!’ Kyle interrupted. “I was out here alone earlier, and I wanted to try it nude. I didn’t think anyone else was going to be around. It was just so peaceful and calm out here that I couldn’t resist, and once I had tried it, it felt so freeing, so relaxing, so natural that I didn’t want to stop.” He looked to Sisi for support, knowing that she, at least, shared his feelings on the subject. “I took off my towel, and when I heard you coming, I tried to get it back, but I didn’t have the time, and once you were here, it was too awkward to ask about it, and I didn’t want to expose myself in front of all of you, so I was just trying to wait you out. I promise I’m not getting any sort of sick thrill out of this.”

“I think we can trust him,” said Sisi. “I understand where he’s coming from. Besides, he was alone until we showed up. You can’t really blame someone for giving skinny dipping a try when there’s no one else around. It’s not like he waited for us to show up and then he stripped.”

Desiree crossed her arms in front of her chest, just in case this exhibitionist intruder had X-ray vision, too. “I still don’t like it. Can’t we report him to the manager? What if he’s dangerous? It’s not natural for people to just be starkers outside…”

“Well, then, you’ll have to report both of us, because I’m joining him,” said Irene as she stood up and undid her towel while four pairs of eyes watched in silence. The wet towel dove into the water, almost capsizing a nearby floating candle. Her wet, large breasts shone golden in the light of the flames. Her nipples were pierced, the small, silver barbells visible on either side of them. Kyle’s eyes caressed her full curves, her plump hips and thighs, watching the water drip down her shapely form. A small tuft of dirty blonde hair lay between her thighs, catching his eye, before, guiltily, he returned his gaze to her face. She tossed her long, tawny hair from side to side briefly and smiled. “Besides, it doesn’t feel right to wear something in a bath. It’s like wearing a swimsuit in a hot tub or pajamas to bed: it feels so much better au naturel. Why wear special clothes for something that’s meant to be done naked?”

Kyle stared at his angelic savior as she sat back down into the water, her full breasts splashing into the water. He felt his cock stiffening, and prayed that no one else bumped into him. The water reached just to her nipples, affording him the slightest glimpse of her pink tips every time she moved around, a torturous tease. “Thanks, Irene. I really appreciate you putting yourself out there for me.”

“Well, I’ve never been one to shy away from putting myself out there, as you can tell,” she giggled with a glance towards her bosom. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do the same thing all night. You just gave me an excuse. Anyone else want to try it out?”

“No!” cried Desiree, tightening her towel around her torso.

“Suit yourself,” said Irene. She tilted her body back and released a long, deep sight of contentment, as snowflakes gently tumbled onto her steaming hot body, melting as soon as they reached her, their brief existences ending in an even briefer moment of heavenly ecstasy. “It really does feel amazing, doesn’t it, Kyle? I don’t blame you for giving it a try. It feels so right; it’s so warm and natural and … and Zen. It’s like meditation. It’s so relaxing. It’s like being in that warm little spot of contentment right after you have an orgasm…”

“It definitely feels good,” Kyle agreed, scarcely able to take his eyes off of her body. Her large breasts bobbed like buoys in the water as she moved, sending out small ripples towards him. Her wet blonde hair clung to her chest. Her total lack of shame, her candid nudity, her confidence and comfort in her own body weren’t only inspirational, and he could feel his cock responding to her.

He wondered what she would think if she could read his thoughts. Would she be flattered to know the effect that was having on him? What if he stood up right now, as she had done, and showed off his own body, baring his manhood to this audience of pulchritudinous maidens? Would they be impressed? Delighted? Disgusting? Aroused? His teeth tingled as he contemplated the possibilities.

“You’ve only known him for, like, half an hour, Irene. Aren’t you embarrassed to be naked in front of him?” Desiree asked.

“He’s only known us for half an hour, and look at him,” she countered, letting her eyes lazily caress Kyle’s muscled arms and chest. “Besides, what’s embarrassing about being naked? I’m not ashamed of having tits, and mine look amazing. I bet if you tried it, you’d love it.”

“I bet you’re wrong,” Desiree grumbled.

“I’ll give it a try. I mean, actually, I tried it earlier, when I was out here alone,” Sisi confessed in a low whisper. Aiming her eyes down at her work, she kept her body below the water, but her deft hands worked quickly, and soon she gracefully slid the towel out from underneath herself, setting it onto the snow before sitting upright, exposing her breasts above the water. Small freckles dotted her proud breasts. Her peach nipples stiffened in the cold air. Her arms trembled, as though she had to force herself not to cover her body, and she averted her eyes from Kyle’s gaze, but she had done it; she had shed her clothes, and now sat in the hot springs a child of nature. A broad grin spread across her face.

“So that’s what you were doing … No wonder you were gone so long…” Ayaka mused. “We were starting to wonder if you had gotten lost.” She turned to Kyle and grinned. Her hand slowly crept across his thigh under the water as she spoke. “You must just be loving this, huh? Alone in the hot spring with beautiful, naked women? Are you sure you’re not dreaming? I can pinch you, if you want to be sure.” Her fingernails stopped just inches from his shaft, twirling small circles against his flesh. Goosebumps spread along Kyle’s arms as he pulled back from her slightly. Through black and teal bangs, she stared into his eyes as she whispered, batting her eyelashes: “Do you want me to get naked, too? I will if you ask me to. Just say the word and this towel will come right off…”

A choked gasp was all that escaped Kyle’s throat. Ayaka pulled back and laughed. “Men: they’re so much fun to play with … Still, I think that counted as a yes,” she teased, grasping his hard cock beneath the water, unseen. He sharply inhaled in shock, trapped in her grip. Her hands softly stroked his hard shaft as she looked at him through heavily-lidded eyes, her fingertips grazing along his thick, solid manhood.

Her hand pulled back, and she brought them both to her chest. “Just be gentle with me, Kyle…” She reached her fingertips beneath the towel’s fabric and pulled out, loosening it from her chest. She let go. The towel fell from her hands, but she continued to cover her chest with her palms. She bit her lip and peeked at Kyle through her bangs. Slowly, she pulled her hands away, revealing her pert, petite breasts, just barely swelling away from her body. “Do you mind small breasts like this, Kyle?”

“No, I think they look incredible. There’s something beautifully elegant about a petite chest.”

She guffawed. “Such a ladies’ man … You always know what to say, don’t you? Well, one gifted tongue deserves another, don’t you think so?” Her eyes focused on his lap. “Now that you’ve seen all of us, don’t you think it’s your turn to show off?”

“My turn?”

“Yes, yours. You’ve been naked this whole time: you can’t get modest now,” Ayaka retorted. “You wouldn’t disappoint four lovely ladies, would you?”

“I’m not sure anyone wants to see m—”

“I do,” Ayaka stated plainly.

“Me too,” Sisi and Irene added.

Desiree remained silent, but her flushing cheeks gave all the answer he needed. She was far too pink to simply be over-cooked by the waters of the onsen.

He sighed. Eight eyes looked at him in eager anticipation. There was no way out. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, though, despite his embarrassment. He’d be bare before these women, but they were asking him to display his body. Did they really want to see him nude? What if it were just a cruel trick? What if it weren’t, and they simply wanted to see his body, stare at him, carefully observe his body’s details and examine his manhood? Would he really be fool enough to run away from such a possibility?

“Fine. I’ll do it…” he said, trying to keep the rising excitement out of his voice. He hoped that his blush would be mistaken for a result of the heat of the water, rather than of his desire. He took a deep breath and braced his arms against the stones. He closed his eyes, and stood up.

Silence.

The girls gasped. “Wow,” said Desiree softly. He opened his eyes. They weren’t running, or hiding, or taking out their cell phones to call the police and report a dangerous exhibitionist. They were looking upon his cock in ecstasy, as though beholding a sacred object, their eyes locked onto it in abject worship.

He had never had such an audience before. He was used to being naked in front of one person, alone, in a private room. He had never been naked outdoors, in public, in front of so many before. His cock twinged at the thought, lightly bobbing in the cold air. Steam rose off of it, as the last few drops of hot water dripped off of its swollen tip. It took all of his self-control not to cover himself up, not to sit back down, but to continue to stand and display himself to them. He wished he could read their minds and pick at their thoughts.

“What are you thinking about, Desiree?” asked Ayaka.

“N-nothing!”

“Oh, please. You look like Wile E. Coyote eyeing the Roadrunner. You’re either planning to eat the thing,” she said, glancing down at his crotch, “not a terrible option, or you’re having some interesting thoughts about it. So spill.”

She lowered her eyes and blushed crimson. “Well … can … can I touch it, Kyle? J-just once … I’ve never felt one before…”

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at her request. “Look at you, sifting after all,” praised Irene. “You know, Desiree,” she whispered, raising her hand to the side of her mouth, “that’s where babies come from.”

“I know where babies come from! Mostly … N-nevermind,” she relented, fiddling with her towel.

“No, it’s okay,” Kyle encouraged. “I really don’t mind.”

“Really?”

“Go ahead. Just don’t be too rough or anything,” he instructed.

Desiree approached closer, her face as red as a boiled lobster. Her hand reached out, trembling. Her fingertip brushed gently against his rigid shaft. She pulled back as though it were white hot, but she slowly brought her hand back. Her eyes were locked onto his cock as she pressed her palm against him, sliding her hand along his shaft. She closed her hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hot cock throbbed inside her hand, pulsating strongly. Her lips parted slightly as various fantasies ran through her mind. What would it feel like inside of her, between her lips, between her thighs? Could she really fit something so large inside of her, where she could barely fit a finger? Her breaths came slowly and deep. Time seemed to stand still while she held his manhood inside her grip.

Ayaka broke the spell. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

Desiree squealed and immediately released Kyle, tossed out of her fantasies. Ayaka and Irene chuckled at her sudden chagrin.

“I have an idea…” Ayaka mused. She retrieved one of the abandoned towels from the floor of the bath and wringed it out. A wide, mischievous grin spread across her face as she approached Kyle.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You’ll see…” she replied, almost singing. The other girls backed away slightly to make room for Ayaka as she turned Kyle around, so that his back was facing her. She pressed herself against him as she slipped the towel over his eyes and ties the ends behind his head. Her hard nipples grazed against his back, softly caressing him as she moved. The world went dark: a grey blur.

“Okay, now what?”

“Now,” Ayaka explained in a low, husky whisper, her lips brushing against his earlobe, “we’re going to have some fun.” Fingernails softly raked along his inner thigh, stopping a hair’s breadth short of his balls. He jerked and gasped. The girls giggled at his reaction. “Now, now, no need to be nervous. Just relax,” she cooed. He tried, but all he managed was to slump his shoulders slightly.

His world was now only sound and touch. Ayaka gently pushed on him, slowly easing him back down into the water, safely guiding him to his destination. She grabbed his ass and giggled just before he entered the water. Once he sat down, he waited. The girls whispered, a conspiratorial susurrus. He wished he knew what they were planning, although Ayaka had hinted pretty strongly at their plots. He waited, the drumming of his heart marking the passage of time. What were they talking about? How much longer would they take?

Without warning, a hand wrapped around his cock, tightly gripping him. “Desiree! You’re so voracious, my my!” Irene teased.

“It’s not me! That was Ayaka!” Desiree defended.

“So it is,” the culprit admitted. Her hand loosened, and began to stroke his shaft painfully slowly, up and down in long, lazy motions. “Here, lie down,” she offered. Kyle reclined, letting the water and women support him. He felt their soft thighs beneath him. He parted his legs, making room for Ayaka’s body, or whoever had their hand around his shaft. Her hands ran along his cock, softly tugging at his manhood. Her fingernails played along its length, while her other hand cupped his balls and began to caress him.

A pair of lips found his, and left a gentle peck. Then another kiss, slightly long, teasing, tempting greater things to come. He tried to reciprocate, but she dodged, lifting her head out of the way with a giggle. His lips met only air. He mewled weakly, and was rewarded with a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue penetrated his mouth. Their lips locked, embracing each other amorously. Multiple hands emerged from the water to caress his chest, his abdomen, his thighs. His entire body was being stimulated, from his lips to his cock; not an inch of his flesh was ignored.

The hand around his cock stopped. He sighed. They wouldn’t stop now, would they? They couldn’t! He’d end up with priapism at this rate if they didn’t offer a cure. Girls shuffled. Bodies moved. The water splashed. He stayed quiet, not even breathing, trying to hear who was where.

A plump warmth enveloped his manhood, soft, yet firm. What was it? Suddenly, he realized: one of the women was using her breasts to masturbate him. The breasts were pushed together as the girl slid herself up and down along his shaft. They felt large. They rested heavily on his thighs. Who was it? Ayaka was too small … but it could be any of the other three. Would Desiree dare do something so audacious? Or was it Irene? Or Sisi?

A tongue flicked across the tip of his cock. He quivered. Her wet breasts massaged his cock. Long, hungry kisses began to be peppered across his chest, slowly working their way down to his crotch. Thin, deft fingers swirled circles around his nipples, bringing them to hardness. He began to breathe heavily. A pair of lips wrapped around his cock and began to gently suckle the tip, as though thirsty for cum.

He thought of reaching up, of tearing off the blindfold, to see whose mouth was embracing his hard, throbbing cock, but he thought better of it. He didn’t dare end this paradise. The mystery was unbearable, but he’d rather anything than stop this too soon, not when he was so close to the end.

He groaned, unable to restrain his desire any longer. Someone kissed his lips, then moved down to his earlobe and neck. He twisted his head, offering himself to her. The heavy weight of breasts lifted off of his thighs, and again, he felt positions shuffling as his neck was gently nibbled and his chest caressed. Two pairs of lips found their way to his thighs. Wet hair played across his body. Their fingernails ran across his legs and crotch, always stopping just short of his trembling cock, teasing him mercilessly, approaching it and retreating, coming close with false promises. He thrust his hips upwards, trying to force them to touch him, to grant him relief, to end his suffering, but he received only laughter. Kisses rained down upon his body everywhere, everywhere but where he most deeply desired them.

He panted laboriously. He was so close … His cock throbbed sorely. He felt as though he were going to cum without his cock even being touched. He didn’t want such a wonderful orgasm denied to him and turned into a weak, dribbling ejaculation. He wanted to cum inside one of them, badly. “Please…” he begged.

His prayers were answered. A strong, moist, hot tongue brushed up against his shaft, licking him from the base of his cock, slowly along the sensitive underside of his shaft, all the way to his swollen, thick head, where it swirled around his tip, relishing the pleasure it was bringing him. She flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth against his tip, teasing him with what he could soon expect. He raised his hips, wanting her to take him deeply into his mouth, but he wouldn’t be allowed that, not yet. A second pair of lips kissed his balls lightly, slowly, before beginning to suck them rhythmically, taking one into her mouth at a time and gently sucking it before releasing it and doing the same to the other. She licked his balls, caressing them gently with her tongue, before making her way up to his shaft.

Two tongues, two pairs of lips, now pleasured his manhood, working together to stroke his shaft. His cock was trapped between their tongues, massaged and stroked, as they danced around him, slipping around his cock passionately and hungrily. They fought over the right to his cock, like girls competing over one popsicle, each trying to out-do the other and gain the entirety through sheer determination.

Finally, one conquered, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, taking his shaft deeply into her mouth. She bobbed her head vigorously, her tongue stroking his cock back and forth. Other hands stroked his chest and grazed their fingernails along his ass. Someone kissed him passionately, her hand against the back of his head, forcing him against her. He reciprocated, pulling her into him, sucking her lower lip, and all the while another woman was bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.

She licked and sucked and bobbed and soon she had nearly drawn his orgasm out of him. He felt himself approach the edge, and fall. He gasped loudly as his body reacted, his muscles quivering, his cock spasmed inside her tight, warm, wet mouth, releasing his cum inside of her mouth. She grasped his cock gently with one hand, guiding him. He felt her mouth contract as she swallowed once, twice, greedily taking every last drop inside of her, unwilling to waste even a single ounce of his essence. She moaned in pleasure, contentedly suckling his cock dry.

Kyle let out a slow, deep, exhausted breath. A hand reached to his eyes and removed the towel from his eyes. The world returned. Sisi took the warm, moist, soft towel and lightly dabbed his wilting penis, cleaning it tenderly. Her cheeks were flushed red. He was sure he was in the same condition, watching her affectionately manipulate his manhood, lifting it and moving it so that she could wipe it clean with the white cloth.

“Wow…” was all his brain could handle. There was no other way to describe what had just happened to him in words. The snowflakes continued to rain down upon them, finding their final destiny upon the steaming bodies of these beautiful women.

“Did you enjoy it?” asked Sisi, biting her lower lip.

“Incredibly so,” he confessed. “I just wish I could return the favor.”

“Well, the night’s still young,” Ayaka mentioned. “Would you mind keeping a few unattended maidens company tonight?”

He smiled. “Not at all. But you have to promise that you’ll let me treat all of you as well as you’ve treated me.”

“I promise.”


Filed under: Stories Tagged: Bath, Bathing, Blindfold Blowjob, Blowjob, CFNM, Co-Ed Bath, Double Blowjob, Erotic Stories, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Handjob, Heavenly Bodies in the Hot Springs, Hot Springs, Onsen, Open Air Bath, Oral Sex, outdoors, Public Nudity, Sex, Sex Stories, Voyeurism

Godiva Hair

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I suppose you could consider this a subset of the Theiss Titillation Theory, but I really love this look on women.  Godiva Hair is when a topless women’s breasts are covered only by her hair, named because Lady Godiva is portrayed that way in some works of art.  I think it’s how Eve was depicted in my illustrated Bible when I was a kid, too.  It’s apparently the proper way to be naked, evidently.

I said before that it’s probably a subset of the Theiss Titillation Theory, and the reason is this.  What “outfit” is flimsier, more likely to fail, than one’s own hair?  There’s only a small, fragile layer between her body and you, and the slightest movement will reveal what is currently and cruelly concealed.

Personally, I find the look to be incredibly erotic.  It has this innocent, natural feel to it that I adore.  It has that flavor of imminent failure that makes any outfit hold my attention that much more greatly.  I love long hair, and I love breasts, and this look draws the eye solidly to both.  Unfortunately, its appeal is much greater visually than written, so it’s not really something I can work into stories all that much, but nevertheless, it’s a wonderful look.

Hopefully some of the pictures below will convert you.  Enjoy!

Françoise Therry Godiva Hair 1Godiva Hair Latina Françoise Therry Godiva Hair 2 Godiva Hair Blonde Govia HairKelly Hu The Scorpion King Godiva Hair Topless Nicole Sherzinger Topless Godiva HairPakuni Women Land of the Lost Godiva Hair Topless


Filed under: Kinks Tagged: Clothing, Francoise Therry, Godiva Hair, Lady Godiva, Naked Photos, Naked Women, Nude Photos, Nude Women, Nudity, Theiss Titillation Theory, Topless, Topless Photos, Topless Women

Summer Camp Stories: Part 3

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Time for another round of Summer Camp Stories!  If you want to read the others, you can find them here.

This time, I’m just going to put out a bunch of shorter stories.  A lot of these are just stupid things the campers did, but the staff were idiots, too.  Most of the kids I had were good, and I only ever had to send one home, but he deserved it.  It had been thundering, and obviously, we couldn’t take kids outside with lightning, so we kept everyone in the gym for a while.  Apparently, some of the other campers dared this one kid to go into the girls’ locker room.  Luckily, it was summer, so it wasn’t very busy, and he got caught by the lifeguard, who let him go with a warning.

Happy ending, right?  Well, about an hour later, he went back in.  And this time, he caught the lifeguard.  Naked.  Showering.  She was not happy, and we figured out it was a kid from my group pretty quick.  We went through my campers until she recognized one, and we brought him to the administration.  Dad picked him up that night.  Bizarrely enough, I got a demerit for handling the situation myself instead of getting a supervisor.

It’s a good thing that it took us a while to figure out which kid it was, because she was pissed, and a law student, and she was talking about suing the kid for the first twenty minutes or so.  I don’t blame her for being pissed off.  Idiot kid got a free pass and fucked it up by going back.  The lifeguard was beautiful, too.  Doubt the view was worth it, though.

Another time, some campers ran poop through the dryer.  I have no idea why, but apparently what happened is Kid A thought it would be funny to poop on a plastic bag and leave it in the dryer for someone to find.  Kid B found the poop, and thought it would be funny to run the dryer with the poop inside.  Result: one ruined machine, four unhappy parents, and a pretty large bill to replace the dryer.  It was ruined after that.  I have no idea what would ever make that seem like a good idea.  Then again, not all of our kids were Larry Logic.  One girl expressed a desire to me to be struck my lightning some day.  Never saw her again.  Of course, I rarely ever saw the kids again, so no biggie.

One game the counselors used to play a lot was Lap Tag.  It’s a wrestling game.  Basically, you’re trying to reach a person, and someone else is trying to keep you from doing so.  You can find it online if you’re interested.  But it’s a game with a lot of physical contact, and occasional “accidents,” with varying degrees of accidentalness.  You’d get a lot of couples pairing up for the excuse to grope and wrestle each other.  There were definitely some feels copped.  I accidentally smacked a girl in the face twice.  The same girl both times, too.  I wasn’t doing it on purpose…  It was an incredibly fun game, though.  You’d get such a work-out, and usually a nice collection of bruises.  We played every chance we got.

Anyways, during one game, one of the other staff members ended up paired up with me.  She’s sitting between my legs, so that if she’s called, I have to try to stop her.  She turns around to me and tells me that she’s going commando, and to be careful.  Yep.  She didn’t wear underwear to a wrestling game.  Apparently she just never wore underwear, but it was still one of those moments where you can only stand in awe at bad planning.  She pretty much had to spend the whole game telling everyone that she wasn’t wearing any panties in her attempt to avoid getting pantsed.  Why she didn’t just sit out, I have no idea.  Anyways, the inevitable occurred.  And she had been telling the truth: no panties.  She covered herself up pretty quickly, but she got a lot of teasing for the rest of the summer.  During another game, one woman’s breasts popped out during the game.  People really need to wear the proper clothing…

One of the activities that they kids did one summer was to collect DNA from their cheek and somehow collect it so that it was visible.  I forget the exact chemical process, but the end result was this little goopy white mass inside of liquid that you could carry on a small necklace.  I made one while visiting the class because I had the biggest crush on the teacher, and I got to make one, too.  Every time I showed the necklace to someone and told them it was my DNA, there’d be a look on their face before I explained where it came from.  But you could tell that everyone was thinking that I was wearing a cum necklace.  I thought about going along with it, but I never did.  Would have been pretty funny, I think.

Well, I think those are all the best little stories.  I think I have one more big one before I’m done with this series.


Filed under: Inspiration Tagged: About Me, Campers, Commando, ENF, Games, Lap Tag, Poop, Stupid Stories, Summer Camp, Summer Camp Stories, Voyeurism, Wrestling
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