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Miscellaneous Individual Works (humans only, asst codes & genres)

These are posted in the order they were written and originally posted.
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One Man's Dream - A Fantasy Encounter?
---

Is it fantasy?

Or a possible reality?

Only two people will ever know for certain.

Call them...

'The Couple'

Because...

Ultimately,

In their world.

Names don't matter.

Names are just another set of labels.

And labels place limits.

These two people have fought their way free of limits.

To self-knowledge.

* * *

Somewhere, there is a beach.  An ordinary beach to all appearances
until one raises their eyes and takes in the entire picture.

A sky so blue you *know* it is the shade of blue meant when 'sky-blue'
was first coined.

In this sky are clouds.  Happy clouds that shift shape so slowly one
begins to think they are alive and changing for the enjoyment of it.
Shades of white on blue that make one think of the soft touch of
cotton on flesh.  Or perhaps the carress of silky fur on the tips of
one's fingers.  It is obvious these clouds ache to feel a touch they
will never know.

An ordinry looking sun has just risen.  Ordinary except that it seems
to know that it has shed light on a perfect day.  The ever-changing
shades of dawn bring promises of gentle changes in the day to come.

As your eyes reluctantly lower to earth, there is the sea.

This sea is not blue.  It is a blue heavily tinged with the green of
life.  As you watch, sunlight glistens on the little wavelets as they
break at your feet.

The everchanging movement of the water suddenly makes you aware of the
slight breeze.  This breeze brings to your nose the clean salt tang of
the water before you.  It is a gentle, carressing breeze that tugs
gently at your clothes and moves your hair to frame your smiling face.

The sky, clouds, sea and breeze...  Especially the breeze, ask an
insistant question of you.

"We know you are beautiful.

"You know you are beautiful.

"Yet you hide your beauty from us.

"You hide it from yourself.

"Remove your clothes.

"Get rid of the barriers between us.

You nod as though in agreement with the wind.

Still with that gentle smile, you stand in the sunlight and start to
remove the last barriers from about you.

The gentle sounds of the waves hitting the beach are the hands of
nature applauding your beauty.

The tugging breeze acts as though it is alive and swirls around you
and helps you remove the last of your clothing.

With the ease born of long practice, you stretch your arms over your
head and turn to offer your body and soul to the sea.

Feet frimly planted in the sand, you arch backwards and greet your
morning lover.  The sea wraps around your feet and carresses you with
its wet warmth.

Tanned body arched in frozen ecstasy that shouts your joy at being
alive, you become the perfect offering to the perfect day.

As the morning light reaches its fullness, the shadows behind you
become a living kaleidescope of warm colors.

Sand and body are nearly identical in shade.  An observer would have
no doubt you are part of this world.

Further up the beach, there is the subtle green of grass on the dunes.

As one progresses upwards, there are the grays and browns of trees.
Which are finally topped by the ever shifting dappled greens of their
leaves.

There is a soft chuckle from somewhere behind you.

Slowly, you turn to greet the naked figure who emerges to stand by a
tree.

No words pass between us.  This too is a familiar ritual.

Smiling, I clap softly and then, with a practiced movement, I reach
under my arm for the blanket I carry.

This is no ordinary blanket.  It is a tapestry showing wolves running
through snow.  Their powerful strength and beauty is a powerful
statement that emphasizes their and our oneness with this world and
each other.

There is one more thing.  This tapestry has been sanctified by the
many times we've lain on it together. The three of us are bonded
together now.  You.  Me.  Blanket.

We are one.

As I settle on it, I hold my arms wide and welcome you to me once
again.

As our lips merge, we begin to speak the language we know from long
use.

The language of deep and abiding love.

As I let my hands slide slowly along your flesh, I can feel the
quivering readiness of you.

My head lowers and I savor each of your breasts and nipples in turn.

My tongue and mouth work together to bring your nipples to tense
alertness.

As you settle in my lap, my hands separate and while one reaches
behind you to steady and guide you, the other finds its way to your
now wet female center.

Lost in the eternal now, it is inevitable that our bodies join
together.  My penis slides in you with the ease of finding its way to
a home it knows well.

I feel your sigh of contentment rather than hear it.  There is no
world other than that defined by where my body contacts yours.

I feel your back against my chest.  Leaning back against the tree
behind us, I let myself focus on holding my arms around you as you
massage my maleness.

I nuzzle at your neck as your body starts to quiver with more than
conscious movement.

My own feelings suddenly peak.  My pulsing triggers your own internal
quivering.  I reach down and lightly stroke your now engorged center.
That fleeting touch is all it takes to send you over the edge.

Your wailing cry of completion is answered by the cries of the
circling seagulls.

As we sag together in shared afterglow and relaxed contentment, I
softly whisper in your ear the words with which we greet each other in
the morning.

"My dear sweet love...

"Another perfect beginning to another perfect day."

Smiling.

Together.

We silently greet the morning with our love.
~~~

Gentle Dreams
---

I wake to find your body next to mine.

Spooned together with your back against my chest, the relaxed posture
and your even breathing speak volumes.

Trust.

Patience.

Deep love.

My gentle smile becomes tinged with a bit of deviltry.

Lightly, skilled fingertips begin to trace your body.

I can only marvel yet again at the patience you had.

I can only imagine the frustration my fumbling efforts must have
caused.

Still, the very nature of who I am lets me adapt quickly to a new
partner.

I'm a zoosexual.

I was honest from the first about this.

My lack of human lovers had left me with few skills at arousing a
human partner.

But, as you discovered...

Once I learned a partner's wishes...

Most skilled indeed.

As we realized very early in our relationship.

'Theory vs practice.'

Well, we have had a bit of practiice now.

I keep smiling as I continue our morning wake up routine.

Slowly, with a feathery touch, I trace the edge of your spine.  Just
enough pressure to let your body know it is in no danger.

I feel the shivering and then return pressure as you lean back into my
finger.

Are you awake or asleep?  I never know for certain at this point.

It doesn't matter.

Now, I dare to let my finger move to the base of your spine.  Gently,
I tease your rear cleft.

Then, I move away to trace your buttocks.

Now, after minutes of feathery touches...

I cup one hand and palm your firm flesh.

My other hand slowly works it's way to the front of your body as I
turn my hand slightly and insinuate my way between your legs from
behind.

Your top leg begins to shift to allow me access.

I slither my hand slowly towards your treasure.

At long last, my fingers are able to probe gently.

As they do so, I feel you squeeze your legs together to let me know
you are awake at last.

I gently pull your unresisting body against me and bend my head
forward to kiss the side of your neck.

After a gentle nuzzle and a quiet 'Morning Love'  I pull back slightly
and reach down to place my now hard penis between your legs.

Once done, I wrap you in a hug and pull you against me.

For long, quiet minutes, I savor the contact of our bodies.  Every so
often, I move my hips slightly to let you know that when you are
ready, I will be.

At long last, I feel you reach down and place my penis at your moist
entrance.

With slow, deliberate movements, you move me against yourself and
tease me into a haze of pleasure.

At long last, you gently sheath my tip and pause.

I pause as well.  I have been promised a future.

A slow, laguid twist of your body separates us as you rotate in my
arms.

I feel your heat as you shift so that our pubes meet.

For a while, we lay there and savor that contact.

At last, we make the practiced movements that align our parts.

In a ritual that speaks of shared pleasure, I wait for you to align my
tip at your entrance.

Once you are confident it is truly started, you stop and use your
hands to apply a sudden pressure to my buttocks.  This is how you tell
me which way you want to be taken...

Slowly, gently....  with feathery caresses and long, gentle stroking.

Or, as now, with a driving, demanding, lust filled need.

I respond by moving my hands so they are clenched on your ass with my
fingers partly between your cheeks.

After our mouths meet and join, I allow myself to respond to your
request..

Without hesitation...

I pull you against me as I slam myself home in one quickly made,
driving, insistent thrust.

As I maintain the pressure on our pubes by continuing to pull us
together, I make slow circular motions that stir me within you.

Your heat.

Your wet slipperiness...

The feel of your skin against mine.

Hands that begin a dance across my body.

I lose myself and become nothing more than need.

With no thoughts except those of the eternal now, I at last begin a
steady, purposeful pumping.

Now, every slightest quiver of your body.

Every twinge and muscualr spasm of your vagina...

Becomes a window that lets me watch your soul.

My only goal is to bring you pleasure before I complete my own.

As I pump. I let my hands wander at their own chosing.

Your shoulders, your back, your buttocks...  They wander and talk to
your body.

Sometimes they ask, sometimes they demand.  Sometimes they tease and
tell of things to come.

Always, they speak.

Just as yours speak to me.

My success in communicating is measured by your arching into me and
moaning into my mouth.

Stroke a few times, pause.

Stroke again and grind our pubes together.

I move as impulse tells me to.

Or as your body sometimes demands.

No words pass between us.

Our fingers have learned the language of love and lust.

Just as riders guide horses, we guide each other.

At long last, I feel your arms wrap around me and your hands glide to
the tops of my shoulders.

Your hips begin to drive insistently at mine.

I bring my hands down to add to those movements and steady us.

My own hips find the rhythmn your are working to and we begin to slam
together and withdraw with ever increasing rapidity.

I am penis.

I am a hot throbbing pillar wrapped in hot, wet, pulsating
slipperiness.

We drive together and freeze.

We pull apart and drive together again.

I feel your muscles rapidly quiver and then clench around me.

As they do, I withdraw and drive home a few more times.

Each time, I freeze with our pubes driven together and then rapidly
pull back and slam home again.

A few thrusts and I finally drive myself as deep as possible and lock
my muscles.

I can't help this.  Every instinct in me forces me to attempt to get
my seed as deep as possible in your body.

I feel as though my penis is stretched to its utmost in an attempt to
get as as close to its goal as it can before finally letting go with
its burden.

My hands force our pubes together and my hips drive against your body.

Without decreasing the pressure, My muscles continue to spasm and
drive me against you even harder.

The only thing that allows me to not feel guilty at making such
demands on your body is the knowledge that your body, at the moment of
your completion makes the same demands on mine.

Nature will have her way.  We accept this.

Now, my penis pulsates as my semen finds a home in your body.

Each pulse is followed by a matching quiver of your own.

For a moment, my body vanishes and I feel as though the head of my
penis is so large that I fail to understand how your body can hold it
without bursting.

I can't move.  If I did, I would scream in pain.  Every never ending
in the tip is super sensitive.  Right now, as I orgasm, there is no
pain.  Every pressure serves to excite me to orgasm.

Each slight pull backwards causes me to flinch forward again.

With each pulse, I continue my attempts to drive myself deeper.

As my sensitivity decreases, I pull back a bit and then drive myself
home again.

All in an attempt to gain fractions of an inch more penetration.

Slowly, my haze clears and I make a few gentle thrusts.

Now, I move to apply gentle pressure with my pubes as I begin to
soften.

Hot, sweaty...

I sag against you and hold us together.

Slowly softening but still sheathed, I kiss you and we share the quiet
and tender afterglow.

These times aren't always such perfection.

They are often enough though.

Often enough that we have learned to be patient and savor all our
times together.

I chuckle gently and speak the words that have become something of a
joke between us now.

"Did I do it all right?

"What do you think I need to work on?"

It took time and patience...

But I hope I've managed to be a good student.

Of yours.
~~~

Something short, something simple.

Story code:  M/F cons
---

Country Boy
---

So what if I live in the city?  Now?

At heart, I'm a down home country boy.  You know the type.

Beat up pickup truck. Sex.  Football tailgate parties. Sex.  Beer.
Sex.

Seriously though, even though I can do the whole 'country boy
-hayseed' routine, there's nothing like a starlit night, a matress or
blanket and doing the midnight sonata for two with the woman you love.

* * *

"Fred?  Do you still love me?"

"Of course Mary."

"Then oil the springs before we do this again!"

I can't help it.  I burst out laughing.  We're parked in the middle of
a recently harvested field.  Far enough that unless someone looks
close, we won't be discovered.  Doesn't matter anyway.  We've been
married for years and it's our field.

Once I collect myself, I roll sideways and lightly trail my fingers
along her body.  The gentle breeze has started to dry our sweaty
bodies and cooled us enough that another round of sex is something we
both eagerly begin to seek.

I let my hand drift to where our mingled fluids still seep from her
body.  "Hmmm...  This never seems to squeak.  Maybe I could use it as
a lubricant.

"On the other hand, I wonder if the truck would moan as loud as you do
every time I 'bumped it'?"

"You'd look odd injecting it!"

I let my lips kiss my wet fingers and then offer them to Mary.
Eagerly, she begins to suck on them.

My once soft penis slowly slips its way between our bellies as it
stiffens.

I wrap her warming body in my arms and pull myself back slightly. My
tip seeks and finds wet warmth.

Hips shift slightly and we slide together.

Instead of continuing further, we pause.

Lips meet.

Our arms tighten as we seek our partner's soul.  Her legs wrap around
me and help pull us together.

Pubes, already touching, are driven together and held there.

Pressure.

Warmth.

Wet slippery lust mingled with all the love we have for each other.

Slow movement as we work together and apart.

Implacable and as close to unstoppable as I can get, I drive myself
into Mary.

Finally, we roll over to the classic 'missionary position'.  As I let
my weight slam me home, I dimly feel Mary driving upwards to meet me.

Brief memories of the lust filled couplings of our youth flicker and
vanish as they are replaced with the intensity that only comes from a
deep love.

All too quickly, I pulse a few times and it is over.

Side by side, heads together, we pull the blanket over us and stare at
the stars.

It's trite but I quietly say it anyway.

"Thank God I'm a Country Boy!

"With a Country Girl."
~~~

MF Rom intergen adult-inc redhead
---

My annual 'Christmas Contribution' was inspired by Shon Richard's
comment: "It is a well documented fact that some people can not handle
the pure sexual power of a redhead.  Joan of Arc, Rita Hayworth and
Nicole Kidman have all had troubles because men just freaked out when
faced with the awesome attraction of shiny auburn locks.  Some people
would list red hair as a squick just save their hearts from
exploding."

Thanks Shon.  :)
---

Stalking the Stuffer
---

"I really don't care if you're my son.  We're adults.  I'm hotter than
the oven and you look like a steel post."  Are all mothers able to
sound so reasonable when talking about the absurd?

"Mom, I haven't thought about screwing you since..."  I blushed. She
managed to get my secret out of me.  "I was a teenager."  I finished
lamely.

Rather than scold me, she giggled.  The giggle made her sound younger.
It also made me nervous.  "Not since you started getting laid by the
girls your own age?"

"No, I gave up the fantasy shortly after you and dad got back together
and the two of you screwed each other several times a night. I knew
I'd never have  a chance of making my fantasy a reality. There was
another reason, too."

Now it was her turn to blush.  "How did you figure out that we were
screwing so often?"

"Mom, you're a screamer.  My friends used to tease me about it. 'Think
you can make her scream like that?'  Some of them even tried to seduce
you so they could win bets.  Sometimes we'd park a few houses away and
walk home so we could sit on the porch and listen to you.  Most of my
friends jerked off in time to your screams at one time or another."

She looked at me rather oddly.  I could see her nipples were getting
hard.  "Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Jerk off while I screamed."

I hesitated.  Should I tell her the truth?  Yes.  "No."  I hurried on.
"By then I'd given up my fantasies that involved you."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

She looked disappointed.  "I dreamed about you back then.  That hard,
throbbing cock of yours.  Your hands stroking it.  I was too scared to
do anything about it."

She paused and then asked me, "The other reason?"

"The other reason?"  My lust was increasing my inability to follow my
mother's soft words.  All my teenaged fantasies had returned.  I
wasn't seeing her as she was now.  I was once again seeing my mother
through the eyes of a hellaciously horny teenager.

She inched closer and took my hand in hers.  As she placed it on one
of her breasts she repeated her question.  "The other reason you
stopped fantasizing about me and jerking off."

I shivered as my desire for her returned.  I looked into her eyes and
slowly, gently, began caressing her.  "Angela."  I saw the question in
her eyes.  Angela is my wife.  "By then I had met Angela and all my
fantasies involved her."

My mother gently pulled me against her.  "I'm glad then."

"You are?"  I'll never understand women.  Especially my mother.

She pushed me away slightly and untied the belt that held my robe
closed.  My robe fell open to reveal my stiff penis.  "Look at me."
She untied her robe and shrugged out of it.  I marveled.  I'd never
seen a woman who could simply shrug herself out of her robe like my
mother did.  She was naked.  I could see that her pubic triangle
glistened with moisture.

She reached out and tilted my head so our eyes met.  "Any mother would
be proud of a son who confined his fantasies to one woman. Especially
if that woman was the one he eventually married."

I was mesmerized as my mother seemed to glide forward.  She reached
down and took hold of me.  I flinched slightly as her cool hand
wrapped itself around me.  "It's ok,"  she soothed me.  How many times
had I heard those same words, in that same gentle tone, when she was
soothing some hurt?  Too often to count.

She shifted her fingers slightly and I felt air caress me.  Before I
could do anything else she lined me up and glided home.  I felt her
moist pubes meet my dry ones.  She hugged me and pulled me tightly
against her body.  "It's ok,"  she soothed again.  "Angela knows."

I started to pump in reaction to finding myself sheathed.  "No." She
gentled me to a stop and then grabbed my butt and pulled me firmly
against her.  "I'll do the work.  You've done so much for me over the
years."

She started internal muscular movements like none I'd ever felt
before.  Squeezing.  Rings that rippled along my shaft.  Sudden spasms
that felt like they were going to flatten my entire length at once. In
what seemed like seconds I had to grab my mother and hold her as I
tried to force myself deeper.  Incredibly, as I orgasmed, her ripples
matched mine and rapidly milked me dry.  I felt her clamp around me
and when I tried to pull away I discovered I was locked inside.

She surprised me again.  "Besides, Angela has black hair.  Ours is
red."  She laughed throatily.  "You can't leave until I let go."  She
fluttered internally.  It wasn't an orgasm.  I know what a woman's
orgasm feels like.  This was incredible control.  Control that she
used to give me pleasure.

"What does hair color have to do with it?  More importantly, why are
you doing this to me?"

She continued her movements that weren't movements.

At the time I thought her 'answer' - was a 'non-answer'.  "Your father
wasn't a redhead.  He never understood what it's like to be one.  I
wanted you to know too."

She pulled me into a lingering and gentle kiss that renewed me in ways
I'd never felt.  When she pulled back I tried to follow her mouth with
mine.

I felt a fingertip on my lips.  "Am I your first redhead?"

Instead of saying anything right away I bent forward to taste her lips
again.  When I pulled back I looked into her luminous eyes.

"Yes."

* * *

My mother moved in with us later that week.  I love Angela.  Gods
above, I love her even more than I did before.  But, I love my mother
just as much.

When I asked Angela why she let my mother seduce me, she smiled. Her
smile was a bit sad.  "You weren't my first redhead.  I already knew
that deep down there was a part of you that I could never reach. I
love you.  Your mother was my gift that proves how much I love you."

My mother, naked and nestled on the other side of me, got up and
leaned over me to kiss Angela.  She giggled that girlish giggle as she
fondled me.  "Angela, honey, he doesn't understand - yet.  But, he
sure as hell accepts."  All three of us laughed as we wrapped our arms
around each other.

She was right.
~~~

MF nosex
---

I was too lazy to expand this one into a story.  If someone wants to
build a story around this scene, you have my blessings.  Go for it.
---

The Bed
---

I could hear the disappointment in Madie's voice. "That's a bed?"

I chuckled.  "No imagination.  Of course it's a bed.  One few people
have ever seen."

"Tom, that looks like a box on stilts and with a padded floor"

I shook my head sadly.  "You, my dear, are about to be introduced to
an experience you'll never forget."

She snapped back, "Like when I felt your crotch and didn't find
anything but balls?"

"Turn around."

She did and I was rewarded with a gasp of surprise.  "Where the hell
were you hiding that?"

I looked down and then back at her.  "I told you I had a prick. Mine
just shrinks a lot more than most."   When she had copped a feel my
dick had been shrunk up and almost invisible.  I'm not extremely large
but fully hard I'm about 6.5 inches long. Certainly, I'm long enough
so I can get in some good stroking.

"Now, for once, don't argue with me.  I want you to sit on the bed and
then lay back."

Madie settled and then let herself fall backwards.  "Like this?"

I grinned as I got a good look at her cunt.  "Yeah."  I walked over,
picked her legs up and then held them so they pointed at the ceiling.
Once I had her in position I took another step forward.  Her eyes got
wide as my penis pressed against her.

I didn't have to do anything except use one hand to push the tip of my
penis down so we lined up.  As I slid home, I commented, "Get the
picture?  It's a bed made for fucking."

"Shut up and fuck me."
~~~

MF rom
---

This is the unrevised version, before I stopped working on it. 
---

We Do What it Takes
A P2C (Uther Pendragon's 2nd Challenge) story
---

My wife.  My dear, beloved and faithful wife...  Had tears in her eyes
as she settled me in my mobility cart and carefully positioned the
controls at my mouth.  "Let's go for a walk."  She pointed at the
forest trail.

Inwardly, I raged at my inability to do more than force the few sharp
puffs it took for me to turn the cart in the direction she pointed.
The accident hadn't been kind to my body even as it had left it
intact.

As we began our walk she babbled and became my eyes.  Her descriptions
of the ordinary became filled with the same passion she had shown in
the first years of our marriage.
&&& umm... He can see where she pointed, but can't see now?  Or am I
confused again?
DUH. He can't turn his head. But maybe something to indicate that.  Or
maybe not.

Every so often she would pause and bend to to brush my lips with hers.

All I could do was force a few puffs and blink my eyes in response. It
was almost the only response I could make.  It was enough to let her
know I still loved her.  There was one other response I could make. In
some irony that we'd never understood, my penis still functioned
normally.  We'd discovered that detail when she'd been bathing me and
I'd let my mind admire her body.

My erection had surprised us both.  In an attempt to bring me out of
my introspective misery, when we were in bed that night she had
impaled herself on me and carefully watched as she made me climax
within her.

It had done the trick.  I started paying more attention to the world
around me.  It took months of effort on my part but eventually I
managed to get her and the doctors to understand that I *could*
communicate, if only they would help me.  She and I learned the morse
code.

My first complete words were simple.  'Love you.'

She'd cried tears of joy and settled in my unfeeling lap.  'I love you
too', she'd whispered softly before she'd cried herself to sleep.

From that simple beginning she'd been a woman possessed.  She'd been
the one to find the mobility chair and help program the controls
before she'd surprised me with it.  She'd been the one to help design
the system that let me have some control over a computer.

The following years saw us patiently rebuilding our lives as best we
could.  No, as best she could.  There were many times when I gave up.
There were many times I refused to see the point in continuing my
life.

Each time I gave up, she smiled and lightly brushed one of her hands
against my crotch.  "You can't feel this but I can.  Your mind can't
remember but your body does."  On those dark, dark nights of
despair--she'd take the time to position me and then gently bring us
both to orgasm.

Her glittering and lust-filled eyes, along with my cherished memories,
were enough to keep us both going when it otherwise seemed so
hopeless.

Then, three nights ago, while I was staring at the computer and
dreaming of things that might have been, she'd surprised me.

"I want your child."

The resulting argument lasted for hours.  I conceded when she pointed
out the one thing I'd forgotten.  "How can you stop me?  I could have
made you father my child any time I wished."  She'd turned me so she
could look into my eyes.  "For all these years, I've made sure I
wouldn't get pregnant.  I still won't get pregnant until you say one
word."

I'd slowly puffed out the code for two words.  "Our clearing."

She'd held me close that night and cried herself to sleep while I
stayed awake and worried about the future.

* * *

A naked wood nymph danced in front of me.  She glowed as she beckoned
me forward into her lair.  Grass bent under her feet as she danced
across it.  Her naked body entered and left my vision as she enticed
me into the center of her home.

Her laughter filled me as she removed all of my clothing.  Her touch
was gentle, oh so very gentle, as her deft fingers spoke to my body in
the language I could never speak again.

Her need was so great I could smell it as the breeze swirled around
us.

Before my body could fully respond she pulled her hands away.  My mind
raged anew at how fate had left me unable to follow my desires.

Lips touched mine before there was a whisper.  "Before you give me
your gift, I want to give you mine."

The wood nymph, *my* wood nymph, danced away from my helpless body.
She twirled, she laughed.  With an abruptness that startled me she
stopped all movement and then arched herself so I could clearly see
what she had used to keep me interested in life.

Frozen in that triumphant arch, one of her hands reached down and with
a careful effort removed the final barrier to pregnancy.  With a smile
that spoke volumes, she casually tossed it to one side.

The change in her startled me.  She'd always been vivacious and
radiant.  Now, she was female as female was always meant to be.

Unrestrained.  Glowing.  Filled with purpose.

One purpose.

To have her man's child.

She came back and eased me away from my seat.  When she allowed us to
fall to the ground she was laughing.  She held me as she rolled so I
was on top of her.  Her hands moved my head so we could lock eyes.

"It is time."

Without any more words she engulfed me, and within minutes, she gasped
and relaxed beneath me.
~~~

MF rom palindromic 57 word flash
----

Dedicated to my SO, who puts up with this--and gives as good as she
gets.
----

True Love, After You've Said it All
A sex scene for those who can't find the words...
----

Closed eyes open.

Lovey-dovey-sappy stuff.

Hug. Cuddle-snuggle grope-grope.

Oozing fluids.  Sticky stuff everywhere.

Grope-grope.

Hips move, poke-poke.

"Now!"

Insertion.  Pokepokepoke!

Spasm!  Fluids!  Spasm!

Poke.  Poke. Poke.

Insertion!   "Now!"

Poke!  Poke!

Move hips!.

Grope......   Grope....

Everywhere, stuff sticky.

Fluids oozing...

Grope...

Grope...

Snuggle...

Cuddle...

Hug...

Stuff, sappy, dovey, lovey...

Open eyes closed.
~~~

MM rom flash
---

The Alien
---

"How can you write about people falling in love with aliens?  Don't
you think that's unrealistic?"

I blinked, looked up--and caught the frown on my partner's face.
"What's unrealistic about it?"

He shrugged.  "They're alien.  What would they see in humans?  What
would humans see in them?"

"Do you love me?"

He froze, then stared at me with disbelief in his eyes.  "Do you
really have to ask?  And what does that have to do with my question?"

"Of course I don't have to ask.  But don't you think that to most
people we're far more 'alien' to their way of thinking than any aliens
I create?"

"Huh."  He finally chuckled.  "Two guys who'd rather fuck each other
than go find women and be *real* men.  I'm being stupid, aren't I?"

I laughed, then reached to pull him into my lap.  "Nope.  Just being
the alien I love."
~~~

Song Challenge: Write a story around a song
----

The song I've chosen is an evocative one...

'Oceans Away', by Roger Daltry.
----

Life, Seen from a Motel Room 
---

Don't wake me up, I should be dreaming.

* * *

When did I learn to hate traveling?

How come I never noticed how stark and bare, how alike all those hotel
rooms really are?

On nights like this one, thousands of miles away from home, wide awake
and staring out the window at a darkness that speaks to the emptiness
within, I think of my wife and know what makes me hate traveling.

Love.

It's been four years and every time we are apart, I feel more alone,
more...

Incomplete.

I wish I didn't know she feels the same incompleteness at times like
this.

* * *

I don't want to miss one minute of this dream.

* * *

Our meeting was a chance one.  We still laugh when we talk about how
it happened.

Her:  "I need some help with this if anyone has the time."

Me:  "Why not?  I'm bored enough to help out."

Three months later we considered ourselves married, and formalized it
not long after we realized how we felt about each other.

Sure, there was some denial at first.  I couldn't accept that someone
could mean so much to me, so quickly.

She was patient.  She waited me out when I felt trapped, or needed
some space.

That phase, that reversion to letting my fears attempt to drive me
away from committing myself, didn't last long.

I gaze out the window, thinking, remembering that it wasn't one-sided.
There were times I was there for her, when she felt it was all going
wrong and she needed someone who meant 'I'll be here' when they said
it.

Yes, we've been there for each other.

Always.

And the love just keeps getting stronger, more certain.

We WILL go on for the rest of our lives.

And we will go on together, even when we are apart.

* * *

Don't worry now, 'Cause you're not dreamin'.

* * *

My tears start to flow and I reach, touching the window and feeling
its slick coldness.  I ignore that and lean to press my cheek against
the glass.

The cold slowly changes, becoming a warmth that flows through me, just
as her touch warms me when we lie together.  

Memories supply the fingers, the feathery touch that glides over me
and reminds us both that we really are one person now.

I know she's awake.  

Neither one of us dreams now.

I step away and settle on the bed.  My hands flow over my body but
they aren't my hands.  They are hers, just as I feel my hands stroking
her, gently helping her awaken to a new day.

I see our bedroom.  I see her as I lie with her and tease her body
alive.

Both of us are fully awake now.

We share the start of a new day in the same way we always do.

So far apart, yet complete, just as I know she feels complete again.

* * *

I'll love you always, wherever you'll be.

* * *

We've talked about how we feel when we are apart like this.  There's a
hunger in both of us that refuses to be denied when we see each other
again, even if we've only been apart a day.

Special.

Oh, so special to each other.  How did we manage so long, without each
other?

So few years, but it feels like I've known her, been in love with her,
all my life.

My life...  our lives, began when we met.

It's so simple to say.

Yet it's so complex to feel--and know.

* * *

Oceans away, go where you may
And love will be with you, oceans away
And love will be with you, oceans away

* * *

I lie here, aware of only one thing, my love for her.  I know I'm in
another hotel room.  I know I can't touch her.  I can't feel her next
to me.

It doesn't matter.

She's there anyway, her warmth keeping the darkness at bay.  Her love
for me, for who we are together, is all that keeps me from quitting
and running away from this job.  

We hurt.

Oh, how we hurt when I have to travel.

But we've already survived worse than this.  We know we can go on.

We know we will always be together in a way the miles and days can't
take away.

In all the transience in so many things, we found stability.

We rediscovered love.

* * *

The night is cold, but day is certain.

* * *

Oh, how I know those long cold nights.  I remember too well the fear,
the despair that would seek to shatter my soul.

Mostly, I survived.

Survived, yes, but the price I paid, and paid again and again, left me
scarred deeply.  

She changed that.  

I shiver when I remember the tears she shed when she learned about the
price I paid so many times, just to be myself.

She gathered me into her arms and said 'Give me your pain.  ALL of it.
Let me be strong for you while you heal.'

And she did it, not once, but many times, until I returned to being
the man I should have always been.

Certain of her love for me?

Of course I am.

I am just as certain of my love for her.

We both know it with a sureness that can question the truth of our
love and always hear the answer that never needs to be said, but is
spoken anyway.

* * *

No twilight zone can last very long.

* * *

During the first wondering months we both had our fears.  We shared
them, no matter how much they hurt us.

We started with trust, and kept trusting each other, ourselves.

To our friends, sometimes we seem brutal, uncaringly honest.  Yet,
that very honesty is what we need between us to keep us together. 

Great love, and great pain.

It's the love that gives us the knowledge that we will be together,
always.

* * *

Darkness my friend, I'll hide in your curtain.

* * *

The lonely cry of who I used to be no longer taps me on the shoulder
and whispers in my ear that 'this love, too, shall pass'.

I no longer huddle, looking inward, convinced I shall never find
someone who cares for me, as I am.  I no longer hide from the world,
secure in my untouchableness, content to live untouched and
untouching.

Now, I reach out to touch others, yes, sometimes with fear, but always
with the certain knowledge that even on those darkest of nights, when
I hurt the most, I can blindly reach in one direction and find the
center of my soul.

Once my center is found, I become whole again, complete and once again
secure enough to reach out again, no matter how much pain I might get
in return.

Darkness, once my truest friend, is now something I reject.

I hear its siren song...

And ignore it at long last, 

In favor of her love.

* * *

If you're not here with me, please let me dream on.

* * *

Dream?

I see no need to dream, now.

I know.

I remember.

What need do I have of dreams, when I have reality?

Her touch, easily remembered, is what lets me sleep at last, when I am
far from home.

I fall asleep feeling her presence beside me.

I hear her voice whispering in my ear.

I speak the words aloud, now, and I know she speaks them with me.

"I love you, MY miracle."

* * *

Oceans away, go where you may.
And love will be with you, oceans away.
Love will be with you, oceans away.

* * *

Thousands of miles between us.  

Hours, days, or weeks spent alone until we are together again.

We are one.

Joy.  Pain.

Shared, ALL of it.

Love.

* * *

Oceans away, go where you may.
Love will be with you, oceans away.

Love will be with you, oceans away.

* * *

I'll be home again, my love.

Of that, WE will never doubt.
~~~

Have an Old Fashioned
---

They'd stripped after they got to the little clearing by the creek,
and then settled on the old blanket so they could watch the leaves
float past.

"Cattails are bigger.  Looks like there's more water this year."

He hugged her gently before he pointed.  "Frogs are bigger, too, looks
like."

She sighed and leaned into him.  "Doesn't seem like it's been that
long."

"Yep.  Has though.  Sixty years, Love."

She giggled, and he pulled back enough he could watch her
suspiciously. "What caused that?"

"Get a Coke, but don't open it yet."

He chuckled and turned slightly, then reached and lifted one of the
plastic bottles out of the ice chest and handed it to her.

She smiled as she took it from him and carefully opened it.  "You
thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Probably."

She eyed the open bottle critically.  "I miss the rounded edges.
Always reminded me of when I sucked you off.  These plastic bottles
with their sharp edges...."  

She grimaced and sipped daintily.  "No warmth to them.  Another sign
that people are afraid to care."

"Uh huh.  Screw caps are easier to open, though.  Can't remember the
last time I worried about making sure we packed a church key."

She nodded and stared at the water, not really seeing it.  "Church
keys. God's home never needed locks.  Didn't matter how much trouble
you got into the rest of the week, you NEVER stole from the collection
plates when you passed them on.  You put in something, even if it was
only a penny, or a shiny pebble, 'cause you knew that God knew it was
special to you, so it was special to him.  A promise that when you
could, you'd someday put money in."

He smiled.  "Bottle caps.  Remember the caps drive when Jerri's dad
needed dialysis?   One cap got him a minute of time on the machine.
Uncle Mike couldn't keep his shelves stocked and they had to bring in
special truckloads of bottled soft drinks and beer.  Nobody would buy
anything drinkable in a can."

She looked at her wrist.  "Pull tab bracelets.  Peace symbols and all
the arguments with our parents about how wrong discrimination really
was."

She giggled and looked from under demurely lowered eyelashes.  "Free
love."

He laughed and deliberately touched one of her breasts.  "Virginity.
Not knowing what it was we wanted.  Scared because we knew what could
happen, and we weren't ready to face the responsibilities of being
parents."

She sipped again and then held the bottle out for him.  "Look about
right to you?"

He eyed it critically.  "Should be.  Warmer anyway, so I don't see why
it won't work."

They both shook their heads, then he took it and carefully covered the
opening with his thumb before he shook it vigorously.

She giggled again as they heard the co2 start to hiss past the
blockage, then she leaned back and spread her legs.  "Do it."

He smiled and brought the hissing bottle down until his thumb was
between her labia.  He looked in her eyes with love.  "You sure?  It's
gonna be messy."

She tried to stay sober, but now she laughed softly.  "You forgot the
condoms.  We don't have a choice."

He nodded, then suddenly removed his thumb and shoved firmly as the
bottle tried to empty itself.

She closed her eyes and moaned a little while the Coke sizzled into
her, then, when it was over, she opened them and settled on her back.

He touched between her legs lightly.  "Didn't work then, but how we
were to know, eh?"

She opened her arms.  "Yes it did.  When I found out I was pregnant
with Agatha, we learned how much we loved each other.  And now..."

He lowered himself and she helped him insert his penis.

His hips started moving slowly, and each stroke was a memory shared,
and treasured

"Thank you, for all of it, Jennifer.  Wouldn't change a thing."

She smiled.  "I would, William.  We should have used the root beer the
first time.  Sweeter, gentler, more like our love."

He thrust deeply as he chortled, then emptied himself in his wife of
many years while she quivered in response as the dying embers were
briefly stirred into new flames.

* * *

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to pay tribute to William and
Jennifer Smith.  They were deeply loved, and their passing will leave
a void in many lives.

"Let no man, or woman, forget the lesson of their passing.

"We begin our lives with an act of love, and it is given to few of us
to end our lives likewise.

"May they rest peacefully in the arms of God, as they did in each
other's.

"Amen."
~~~

Boredom mixed with whimsy is always a dangerous combination, when you
also have a Muse who has her *own* rather odd sense of what it means,
to be a proper Muse...

It's short, not my usual output, and officially adds to my total
posted word count.

The only other thing that needs saying, is of course...

"I hope you enjoy it, neighbors!"
---

A Story of Completion
---

The two of them had been dating for years, of course, so their love
wasn't really new, nor was it that old.

Actually, it was rather Plutonic...

Well, no, it wasn't that cold, but it *was* what can be called
'platonic', if one was inclined to be charitable about it.

She wasn't, of course, and she eventually made it clear that their
orbits had better intersect with each other, nay, even collide, and
soon.

You see, it wasn't she, but he, who for some obscure and never to be
sufficiently explained reason, nay again, not even a weak
justification, that he refused, as the more traditional folks will
express such lack of physical congress and intimacy, to consummate
their otherwise normal intimacy with the insertion of his tab, into
her clearly defined and well lubricated receptacle.

On the day in question, she, having put up with he's evasions again,
expressed 'the ultimatum' and he realized the seriousness of his now
clearly offensive behavior, which in truth, hadn't been, and accepted
that his lack of use of his root, was at the root of their
disagreements.

So, he stripped, and displayed his manly attributes for her
inspection, aye, her pleased inspection and savoring, for she, having
long ago become used to his lack of offensive behavior, had found
other men, and even a few forthright women, who were quite willing to
be offensive in her presence. Indeed, they were most often daringly
offensive in their attentions, and she, of course, had learned much
that she otherwise might not have.

But, knowing his gentle ways, she merely admitted her experience by
uttering a pleased murmur to let him know she found his unusually
ordinary appendage and the orbs beneath it, as quite satisfactory and
capable of performing as both of them wished, provided he allowed her
to manipulate them in a mutually agreed upon and intimacy encouraging
manner.

He did allow, and they spent many hours, to include the rest of that
day, and most of the following night, in which they at last pleasured
each other in all ways except, by agreement, until they felt the time
was right, his placing of his pole in her lower hole.

This act, they agreed, would be the clear admission to each other that
all was well in their new world, and they would spend many more days
and nights together, indeed, as she made clear, and he finally agreed,
it was likely they would live together as happily ever after as
circumstances would allow.

Eventually, when she knew, (based on her many years of experience, of
course), that he was only capable of one or two more orgasms, she lay
back and offered him her traditional charms, and he took them from her
eagerly, never stopping to realize that they were indeed, not as fresh
and perhaps as comfortably welcoming as they could have been. For,
after all, hadn't he been using his fingers and tongue to explore,
nay, even many fingers, to bring pleasure to his reasonably fair Lady?

So, he dipped deep, and plunged even deeper, until, of course, his
body betrayed his mind, and his muscles spasmed, not violently because
of his fatigue, but strongly enough that she knew he truly was giving
her his love, even if, she had noted rather clinically to herself
earlier, it was thin and watery, and not really as turgidly masculine
as she now preferred, based of course, on her experience.

But it would do, of course, and who is to say that perhaps exercise to
strengthen his ardor, would not someday improve the texture of his
fluid? Perhaps, she thought in the way of all females, there would be
subtle things she might learn about, and do to him, to help him become
a man more suited for the life she envisioned them sharing.

Still, it didn't really matter yet, and she knew she had many, many
years in which to improve him, and maybe even refine herself a little,
although at the moment she knew she wasn't really thinking too
clearly, and should postpone any such personally risky decisions until
she was able to properly evaluate their appropriateness.

So she cooed, and crooned tenderly and passionately, as the situation
called for, and found the eventual result to be quite satisfying, on a
personal level, and when she recovered she hugged him and pulled him
close to murmur her appreciation for the gift of what he had withheld
for so many years.

Then, much to her surprise, he smiled tenderly and murmured his own
appreciation for her persistence, and that while they had savored
almost every experience there was to share with each other, they had
still not shared the joys of his plunging attack on her last,
untouched hole.

He had tasted it, of course, and even probed with his tongue and a
finger, but now, he wished to do more.

She, of course, stared at him in shock, unable to believe that in
spite of his previous vows, he would ask her for this sacrifice, but
through her tears she found the courage to nod her head and agree to
allow him to ravish her in this way.

Still, however, she cried great tears of sadness when she rolled to
her stomach, then raised herself to present her body for his use.

It was after she was ready, that she looked over her shoulder at him
and whispered sadly.

"You do realize, My Love, that what you ask for...

"Is...

 "The End."
~~~

It's oddly appropriate that Uther should bring up the subject of
cliches in writing, just as I finished this one.

I've never denied that I spend time reading the spam, and sometimes
find a pretty decent story buried in it.

Mostly, though, it's the usual stuff that's been posted and reposted
for years, in which everyone is all happy, and horny, with no problems
along the way, unless they are token ones, quickly solved, of course,
with no lasting effects.

Porn, after all, has its own version of HEA, that most authors tend to
honor.

Be that as it may, in a world of guys with throbbing, always
functional and larger than average dicks, that get placed into wet and
willing women, I decided to go a different direction, once again.

'Stubby', is a tale of a first time, one that doesn't resolve itself
quite the way the young man and young woman wished it to.
---

Stubby
---

Dorris and I had been seeing each other for years, and finally, she'd
decided that she was tired of copping feels, and wanted to see my
prick 'in the flesh', and spend the night together as we gave each
other our virginity.

It was all very cliche'd, and old fashioned, but then, we'd been
raised that way, and seen no reason not to show some patience about
sex, until we were pretty sure we were going to be a long term couple.

Oh, sure, we'd done a lot of exploration together, but it had all
been, as they say, mostly innocent, and we'd never been completely
naked around each other.

So, yes, we were a little breathless and excited, but we were also
nervous about taking this major step in our lives.

I was more nervous than she was, for a reason we'd skirted around all
these years, and never spoken of in a really serious way.

Maybe we should have, but the few times the subject had come up, we
had both quickly dismissed it as relatively unimportant.

Yeah, right.

Well, now we'd find out.

We were both down to undergarments, and naturally, I had a full
erection, which, I suppose, had been the point of giving each other
the slight tease of disrobing separately.
 
We looked at each other, and I knew what she wanted, so I nodded
slightly and started sliding my shorts down, when I realized the usual
banter and comments had been replaced by silence.

I paused, looked up and then, waited.

Dorris was staring at my crotch, a reaction that I wasn't sure that I
should say anything about, so I kept waiting until she raised her head
to stare into my eyes.

She didn't need to say anything, so I just sighed and pulled my shorts
back up, then started getting dressed.

After I finished she still hadn't said anything so I just took a deep
breath and watched her face while I spoke quietly, and tried to hide
my bitterness.

"I tried to tell you, and you always shrugged it off as unimportant.
Guess it really isn't unimportant, is it?"

She looked stricken at my bluntness, but she gulped and nodded.  "It's
so..."

I sighed. and finished her sentence when she stopped.  "Yeah.  I got a
small dick.  Works fine, and you had to know how small it is when I'm
hard, because you've felt me up enough over the years."

She ducked her head and blushed without saying anything.

I sighed again.  "Well, when you finally decide how important size is
to you, or if it isn't, you have my number.  No hard feelings, ok?
It's not like there aren't other women in the world, and some of them
have already made it clear that size doesn't matter to them, and
they've been ready to prove it to me.  I've put them off because of
you, but I'm pretty sure that by the time you call me with your
decision, I won't be a virgin.  I won't get upset if you aren't,
either."

I leaned forward and raised her head until I could bend and kiss her
lightly, on the lips, before I pulled away.  "Love you, Dorris."

Then I turned away and walked out, before either of us could make an
obviously bad situation, far, far, worse.

* * *

I hadn't been extremely popular in school, but I hadn't been a
recluse, either.  Neither had Dorris, so we had friends scattered all
over town that we usually saw at least once a week when we went
shopping or otherwise wanted to get out and about as individuals or as
a couple.

Since there was a Starbuck's that was close to Dorris' apartment, and
it was within walking distance, yet another cliche' took place when I
settled after getting my coffee.

I was sipping it while it cooled, and a woman's voice brought me back
to the world.  "Hello, Henry.  Bit early, aren't you?  I thought this
was 'The Night'."

"Hullo, Mary.  It was, until I got my shorts around my lower hips.
Dorris' silence was a pretty loud shout, so I got dressed and left.
Don't know what she'll do now.  No hard feelings, really..."

Mary sighed and reached to touch my hand lightly after she looked
around to see how private we were, which wasn't very, considering this
Starbuck's was inside a store, the one she just happened to work in as
a cashier.

Like I said, most of my life consisted of cliche's, and this was just
another one we'd learned to ignore.

"You've told me, of course, and she's mentioned it in passing, but
nobody has ever given me a measurement.  Maybe it's time I heard one."

I chuckled, then sobered.  "I've never told her.  She's felt me up, of
course, but it was pretty obvious she never really had a good
visualization of what she felt."

"You're ducking."

"Of course I am.  It's not something a guy likes to talk about.  But,
we've known each other since grade school, and I guess you know most
of my dark secrets anyway.  What's one more?  Four inches, if I pull
hard while I measure it, and maybe something between an inch and an
inch and a half in diameter.  Wanna see sometime and find out for
yourself?  I'm still a virgin, and still more than a bit horny right
now, even though I'm pretty bitter, too."

She sighed and looked away.  "I'm not going to name a name, but
someone we both know is smaller than you.  A little thought might tell
you who it is, because I spent a lot of time with him before we split
up.  It wasn't over his size, either.  I had other reasons for telling
him to take a hike, and he didn't take it that hard, because I also
knew someone who probably wouldn't have a problem with him, and I was
right.  She doesn't."

She turned back and smiled slightly.  "Never been a secret between us,
about how I feel about you.  You were always the one who said 'no',
and I've respected that because I knew how much it meant to the two of
you..  I've always said yes, so the decision is yours, and can happen
as soon as I go off shift and we can get somewhere private."

I stared into my cup.  "You know something?  I told Dorris I probably
wouldn't be a virgin by the time she decided how important size is to
her, or not.  That wasn't why I came here, though.  I needed a
familiar place to think about things, and this was the closest place I
could think of, that was within walking distance."

She smiled a little, then surprised me.  "This is my break.  Be
another hour before I can clock out.  You going to last that long? You
aren't going to be doing any sort of depressed male thing and start
thinking about suicide or something almost as drastic, like 'removing'
the problem or avoiding it entirely, by turning into a bottom?"

By the time she finished I was staring at her in shock.  When I
recovered and started thinking again, I shook my head.  "Never even
thought about those options.  I told Dorris that it was a big world,
and there were women who had already told me that they were willing to
prove size doesn't matter to them.  I'm willing, but you have to know
that I don't know how I'm going to react if she calls and wants us
back together.  Can you deal with that?"

She stood and shrugged.  "I don't think the two of you are going to
get back together.  I'm not the most experienced girl in the world,
but I do see a lot of people go through here, and there have been a
lot of little things I've noticed but never mentioned, because one
thing I had to learn the hard way is that people have to make their
own mistakes, and earn their own rewards."

Her meaning was clear enough, so I smiled.  "So.  Which one us has
earned their reward, and which one is the reward?  I already know who
made his mistakes, and I think he's going to learn something because
of it, even if it is too early to find out what those lessons are."

She matched my smile, then nodded.  "See you in an hour or so?"

"I'll be here, Mary."

"Thanks."

"Mutual."

She walked away without looking back, but her step was certainly
springier than it had any right to be, this late in her shift.

It made her easy to look at, too, and I suddenly realized it had
something in it that Dorris' movements had never shown.

I'd have to remember to ask Mary about that.  Maybe she'd know what I
was talking about.

* * *

I finished my coffee, but even though I'd made it last longer than
usual, I still had lots of time on my hands.  So, I did something I
hadn't done in ages, which was take the time to wander up and down
each of the aisles, working my way across the store from one side to
the other.

I wasn't really looking for anything more than something to do, but by
the time I was halfway done I was enjoying myself as I rediscovered
just how much variety there was, if you took the time to look for more
than the necessities.

Mary must have been keeping track of me because she found me before I
finished my trek, then smiled and grabbed my right hand.  "Come on.
I'm done for the day, and didn't have any plans for this evening other
than a lingering bath and a DVD of some sort.  Your car anywhere
nearby, or was this one of those 'take the bus things'?"

I laughed.  "Neither, actually.  Dorris picked me up because we
figured I could take the bus home, sometime tomorrow.  Our original
plan was for me to spend the night, and probably most of the day
either at her place, or going out for breakfast or lunch."

Mary was silent until we got out of the store, then she paused and
turned me to face her.  "You ok?"

I sighed.  This was Mary, after all.  "You know I'm not.  I sorta
expected her reaction, but it hit me a lot harder than I believed it
could."

She kissed me.  "Come on.  Been a long time, but I don't remember you
ever complaining about my cooking, so let's have dinner at my place,
then we'll see what happens."

Then she giggled and grinned at me.  "I'm not going to bother asking
you if you're body shy, 'cause I know you are.  So, to help things
along, once I get the food started, I'm going to strip you, then you
can strip me.  That way it will all be in the open and over with so we
can relax together."

I was shaking my head but I knew she was deliberately ignoring my
unspoken protest when she hugged me.  "Relax, Henry.  We women have
our own problems we don't like talking about, and I had my share of
them before I got out on my own and had a chance to learn a bit about
who I am."

She blushed, then looked down, at her chest.  "I got a normal problem
of my own, that I only tell my lovers about so they don't freak on
me."

"You?"

"Yeah."  She touched her breasts lightly.  "These."

I looked closer, since it was obvious it was what she wanted.  "I
don't see anything obviously wrong with them."

"You're not supposed to.  Costs me a lot to get bras that help hide my
problem."

I nodded, then smiled a bit wryly.  "Sounds like you're ducking.
Familiar?"

She blushed.  "I am, huh?  Didn't mean to, it's just...  It's you.  I
think I've always sorta loved you, and now I know you're gonna see me
naked..."

She took a deep breath.  "My left one is about two inches lower than
my right one.  It doesn't sag or anything, it's just...  Attached
lower, that's all.  I used to get teased a lot in PE, ya know?"

I sighed.  "Yeah.  I think I do.  'When ya gonna grow a real dick,
Henry?'  That sort of thing, right?  Kids are cruel, weren't we?"

She blushed.  "Let's get out of here.  If you still want to lose your
virginity to a freak of nature."

I sighed, because it was pretty obvious she was as defensive about her
'deformity' as I was mine.  "So that's the reason you didn't do any
serious dating until after you graduated?"

She sighed.  "Part of it.  Mostly, though, I had a crush on someone,
but I was afraid to tell him about it.  Grown up since then, and
suddenly he's standing in front of me.  The crush never went away,
unfortunately, even though he was always honest about seeing me as
'just a close friend, more like a sister than someone he'd ever get
serious about'."

I blushed.  "Oh."

I looked around and realized we were at her car, and holding hands
like a couple of well...  Silly teenagers who have just discovered
love.  I decided to squeeze hers and she squeezed back.

I shook my head.  "No promises, Mary, but I have to admit that when I
watched you walk away and go back to work, I wasn't thinking of you as
my sister.   Matter of fact, there was something in your walk that
I've never seen in...  Dorris', and I liked it, a lot."

I looked down, at myself, then at her face.  "What little I have, was
impressed, too."

She blushed, giggled, then let go of my hands and let one of hers
casually drift down the front of my pants.  "Do you realize you have
an advantage most guys don't have?  You can keep a woman guessing
during the game because she can never tell for certain how you feel.
Makes it more...  Satisfying, sometimes, when she finds out you've
been telling the truth all along.  A normal sized guy can't hide how
he feels, and most of them don't realize it because most women usually
focus on his butt."

She dug in her purse for her keys and unlocked her car.  "Let's go."

I laughed after I got in and settled.  "How come you were never this
open around me back then?"

She sighed.  "Believe it or not, I'm as old fashioned as you and
Dorris.  You were spoken for, and I wasn't going to screw that up,
just because I was horny and in love with you."

She suddenly ducked her head.  "Oops.  I wasn't planning on admitting
that.  Lots of us were in love with you, but Dorris got there first,
that's all, so most of us went out and found other guys who were
enough like you we felt comfortable with them."

I sighed.  "Ok, Mary.  I guess this is rebound.  I've heard about it,
but never expected to..."

I turned away.  "I hurt pretty bad, and all I can think of is what I
might have lost.  A lot of me wants it back, but yeah, some of me
wants it to be over, too.  That look on her face was pretty..."  I
searched for a word while she got us on the road, then, after she went
through the traffic at the intersection, I decided on the word I
wanted to use.

"Disappointed."

She sighed.  "Relationship killing, 'disappointed'?"

"She did manage two words before she couldn't say any more."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  'It's so...'  Then she shut up and I had to say it for her.  'I
got a small dick, and she must have known, since she's copped enough
feels when I've been hard, over the years'.  She never said another
word while I dressed, kissed her goodbye, and told her I still loved
her, then left because I didn't want to do anything stupid and make it
worse than it already was."

"Huh.  I'm pretty sure I just went past the point where I should have
shut up, so if you need to change the subject, you can."

"Thanks, Mary.  "What's for dinner?  That should be safe enough for
now."

"Mind something from our past?  Vegetable stew, and grilled fish?"

I found the energy to laugh.  "Grill the mushrooms and onions?"

She giggled.  "I can do that.  I have lots of butter.  Still use it a
lot when I cook at home."

"Thanks.  Sounds good to me.  What do you have to drink?"

"Milk.  Herbal tea.  Some really, really bitter and nasty tasting
cooking sherry that actually works pretty good when you cook with it
instead of trying to drink it."

"I know better than to drink alcohol right now, so I'll just let you
figure things out.  I'm feeling pretty unsure of myself, and passive."

"I understand.   I'm floating, but nervous as hell, of course.  Never
dreamed this could actually happen to me, and I haven't come to terms
with it yet."

I ducked my head briefly without trying to look at her.  "Makes two of
us with that problem, Mary.  Be gentle, huh?  And I'm not only talking
about any sex that happens."

"Right.  Gentle it will be, but expect a lot of that sisterly concern
to get mixed in.  I've never stopped caring for you and I'm not going
to hide something we both need to have in the open."

"Thanks."

* * *

We got to her duplex, she parked her car in her garage, then we went
inside and she had me settle at the divider while she chopped stuff
and started the stew in the slow cooker.

Then we looked at each other and she took a real deep breath before
she came around and hugged me.  "Can you trust me after what happened
between you and Dorris?"

"I think so.  Been doing my best to see you, and not...  Earlier."

"Good.  Save it for the afterglow.  I won't mind if you make
comparisons then, even if I come out second, ok?"

"You're weird, Mary."

"Practical.  Everyone makes comparisons, so it's stupid to pretend we
don't."

She held on to my hand and tugged me off the stool.  "Stay put and
let's get this over with."

She took my shirt off first, and slowly rubbed my chest and back
before she knelt and undid my belt.

Then she surprised me by simply unsnapping my pants and with a quick
movement had my pants and shorts down my legs to my ankles.  I
blushed, she looked up and smiled at me, then leaned forward and
kissed my totally limp and buried penis before she stood and hugged me
again.

"See?  That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She must have sensed my confusion because she grabbed my hands and
placed them both on her tits.  "It's ok.  Just unbutton my blouse like
you would a shirt, then lift my bra without trying to unfasten it, and
take it off over my head while I raise my arms.  Don't worry about
having to dig them out the bottom, ok?"

I nodded, then did as she requested until she stood in front of me,
bare from the waist up.

"Go ahead and look for awhile.  I'm used to it, now, and the
difference is obvious anyway, when I'm naked."

I shook my head at her casual seriousness, and managed to step back a
little.  I almost tripped and looked down.  "Mind if I finish
undressing, before I fall over?"

She blushed and giggled.  "Go ahead.  While you're down there, it's ok
if you want to figure out how to get the rest of my clothes off."

I decided to laugh.  "I'm not totally ignorant.  I've helped Dorris
enough that I know most of the little tricks women need to use."

She blushed again.  "Oops.  Hadn't thought about that.  Sorry."

"It's ok."

I got my shoes and socks off, then stepped out of the pile my pants
made.  After I was free of my clothing, I decided to run my hands up
Mary's legs before I moved them outside her skirt so I could find the
snap and lower the zipper so I could get it loose enough it would fall
down her legs.

She had panties on instead of hose, so pulling them down was a simple
operation, and I found myself watching her pussy while I raised her
feet and got her shoes and socks off.

Impulsively, I reached and placed a hand on her stomach before I slid
it lower and ran a finger between her thighs.

"Smooth.  Shave or naturally light haired?"

Incredibly, her whole body blushed before she answered.  "Both.
Shaving depends on my mood.  Probably would have done it during my
bath.  It's...  erotic."

It was my turn to blush again.  "Oh."

I stood, and she stepped away from her clothing.  "Well?"

I made the required study, and I must have frowned because she reacted
almost immediately.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, really.  I'm a guy, ok?  And I like to look at
pictures when I masturbate."

She giggled.  "Typical guy.  Sounds normal enough."

"Yeah.  I'm sure it does.  So, anyway, I've seen a lot of pictures
over the years, and a lot of pictures of naked tits, ok?"

"Ok."

"Right.  This is gonna sound weird, but I don't think your left one is
lower.  I think your right one is higher than normal."

It was her turn to frown slightly.  "Be hard to check, wouldn't it?"

I winced.  "Not really.  I know a way we can do it right now."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  You said you wanted to save the comparisons for later, though.
And there's another problem.  We have to be standing up."

She took a deep breath.  "What kind of comparison is it?  I've never
had a guy tell me what you just did."

"Uh huh.  I can believe that.  Your tits are perfect as far as I'm
concerned.  But what I'm thinking is that you and Dorris are almost
exactly the same size.  Never really noticed that before.  So I know
where her tits were in relation to mine when we hugged.  All you and I
have to do is hug, and based on where your tits hit me, I can tell,
that's all."

She didn't answer, she simply stepped forward and wrapped her arms
around me in a hug, and for good measure, kissed me firmly before she
pulled away enough to speak.  "Well?"

I smiled.  "No brainer.  Definitely higher.  Her nipples always made
contact below mine.  One of yours does, and the other is higher than
my nipple.  Not the sort of difference a guy can ignore, I think."

She looked at me oddly.  "What happened to your body shyness?"

I sighed.  "You managed to distract me.  You forget I like to solve
puzzles?"

She giggled again.  "Like?  You used to get obsessed with them.
Thought that would have changed by now."

I sighed.  "Guess it hasn't.  What next?"

She slid a hand between us, then fondled me gently.  "We got lots of
time while the stew simmers, so it's time we did something to let you
know size isn't as important as most folks think."

She kissed me again.  "Size can be nice, but there's such a thing as
'too big', and a lot of guys with normal sized dicks never take the
time to learn there's more to making love than friction and depth."

She milked me for a few strokes, then let go.  "I know you're ready to
fuck someone, so lets get that out of the way so you know what it can
feel like.  Don't worry about me, just worry about you this time. That
means you get to choose the position, too."

Now that I was actually going to get laid, I managed to remember
something.  "I need to get one of my condoms."

She shrugged.  "No, you don't.  I use birth control, and I don't want
your first time to feel anything less than the best, ok?"

"But?..."

"Hush.  Sounds silly, but trust me, ok?  Later, if you still want to
use a condom, you can.  But not tonight.  What's going to happen
between us is too special to spoil that way."

I nodded slowly, and tried to get rid of my worry.  "Might be a
problem, because thinking about unprotected sex always gets rid of my
erection."

"We'll worry about that if it happens."

"Thanks, Mary."

"Come on.  Bedroom."

* * *

As many times over the years as Dorris and I had visited Mary, I'd
never been in her bedroom, so the frilly, definitely feminine look it
had surprised me a little, since the rest of her house was so clean
and practical, instead of obviously personalized with little touches
the way Dorris had knick knacks and other small stuff scattered
around, according to some vision she had.

Even my apartment had more personalization than Mary's house.

She must have expected my pause because she waited patiently while I
looked around.

Finally I turned slightly.  "Not what I expected.  Used to the rest of
your place, and this...  Surprised me.  Don't take me wrong but I know
you're a woman, and one I like being around.  You know that.  This
reminds me of when we were little, and how frilly your room was all
the time."

I chuckled suddenly.  "Is it still 'don't touch'?"

She giggled.  "No, it's not 'don't touch'.  If someone gets this far,
they can handle anything they see, including me."

I choked.  "You've changed."

"So have you."

She pulled gently.  "Bed."

We settled next to each other, and then she sighed.  "Something you
said makes me wonder.  The two of you never fucked each other, but
were you ever naked together?"

I sighed.  "We never were completely naked around each other, but we
got pretty casual about being in our underclothes, and used to looking
at each other.  Still don't understand why she freaked when she
finally got to see my dick.  Not like we haven't felt each other up,
and that sort of stuff."

"Huh.  Maybe it wasn't your size."

"Huh?  She was looking right at me when she froze up."

"Just thinking out loud.  Both of you are virgins, and that's... Tough
to get past.  Was for me during our first time.  We did though."

Suddenly she reached and put one of my hands on her tit.  "Come on.  I
know it's late, and the way you're feeling, you might have problems,
but lets see what happens, ok?  Touch me, feel me, explore me, and
then fuck me.  Or you can fuck me and explore or do whatever.  Just do
whatever you want, ok?"

I sighed and watched her face.  "Live my fantasies?  You be upset if I
think of Dorris sometimes?"

She sighed.  "That sort of stuff is more normal than they want us to
believe.  Whatever gets you off, Henry.  I won't mind.  Sex is sex,
but love is a lot more honest, and..."

She lowered her eyes from mine and whispered.  "I've never stopped
loving you, ok?  Be nice to be thinking about the same man who's
fucking me, for a change."

"Yeah.  I hear what you're saying.  I've always had the feeling a lot
of my old friends from school haven't stopped thinking about me like
that."

Her head came up.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  Nothing extremely physical, but when I've been alone, and
happened to meet them, some of them have been pretty 'honest' about
how they'd like a chance to prove size isn't important, and other
things."

She nodded, then touched my hand and pushed it sideways gently.

I got the hint, and started exploring her body in ways I'd never dared
to touch Dorris.

After I tasted her higher nipple I pulled back slightly and laughed.
"You know, I bet this one will be easy to suck on when we're fucking."

She giggled.  "Every guy has figured that one out.  Sometimes I wonder
why that breast isn't stretched until it's the same height as the
other one."

I chuckled, and went back to exploring her body.

One of the first things I noticed was that Mary responded a lot faster
than Dorris ever had.  Her movements were never tentative, as if she
didn't know how she should react.

That spoke to me on a level I hadn't known was there, and after awhile
I was using one hand to slowly work my erection.

I knew it was a bit silly, but eventually I decided I wanted to try
fucking her, so I helped her lie on her back, then I curled her legs
up until she was exposed to me and all I had to do was lean forward
and put myself inside her.

She quickly realized what I wanted to do and without saying anything,
wrapped her arms around her legs and held them so I could focus.

We smiled at each other, and her barely noticeable nod told me she was
ready for whatever I wanted.

I looked down. wiped my tip on her a few times, then wiggled it until
I felt it find a hole...

And pushed myself into her easily, since she was already quite wet.

Something in me took over and I pumped a few strokes without thinking,
then, suddenly...

I wilted and my dick fell out of her.

Disbelieving, I leaned back and stared at my dick in horror, then
raised my eyes to stare at Mary's face.

She didn't really have an expression I could label, and eventually it
changed enough that I could tell she was only concerned, not upset,
when she let go of her legs and opened her arms.

"C'Mere.  Just lie on me.  It's ok.  Stuff like that happens, ok?"

I sighed and let myself collapse on her as she lowered her legs.  "I
feel like shit, you know?"

"I do, but it's ok, Henry.  I've never told anyone how many times I
let the guy who took my cherry get ready to start, then I fought him
off.  Don't know where he got the patience from, but eventually I
relaxed enough, and let him fuck me.  Took weeks, though."

I sighed and let the tears of frustration flow, since this was Mary,
the girl who was more my sister than a friend, and we'd confided in
each other a lot, until I'd met Dorris and transferred all that to
her.

"Weird, huh?  Until I met Dorris, I always fantasized about giving you
my cherry, and now that I can, I lost it and can't do anything."

"Hush.  I think all guys go through something like this at some point.
We can work past it."

"You sure?"

She kissed me tenderly.  "No.  But we have lots of time, and fucking
isn't the only way to make love.  Maybe we moved to fast for your
head, and there's something we should have done, that you
unconsciously expected to happen, so it would be right for you."

I studied her for a long time, then nodded a little.  "Kinda makes
sense.  What now?"

She smiled, kissed me again, then tightened her arms.  "We cuddle.  I
like having a man on top like this, and just because we haven't
fucked, doesn't mean we can't share the afterglow, now that I've
admitted I love you."

We lay like that for awhile, and eventually I sighed.  "I don't think
Dorris would have let me be on top like this.  You sure you're ok with
it?  I'm not overweight, but I have to be heavy."

She stroked my face.  "Everybody says it's a female thing, but I don't
think it is, because a lot of guys like to lie there with the woman on
top.  You ever think about holding her on top of you?"

I knew I blushed.  "Yeah, but it was because I read that a guy can get
as deep as possible that way."

She giggled.  "That wasn't what I was talking about."

"I know, really.  I dunno.  We've cuddled on blankets and stuff, but
never with one of us on top.  Can't say why, we just never did it that
way."

"So what do you think, now?"

"I like it, but I can't stop worrying that I'll hurt you somehow."

"That's why I like it.  I gotta really, really trust a guy before I'll
let him lie like this with me.  But I need to feel...  Totally owned,
sometimes.  It's awesome when a guy fucks me in this position, then
collapses on me and I feel all of his weight pressing me down.  It's
like he's saying 'You're mine, all mine, and I'm not going to let you
hide from that fact'."

She sobered even more.  "I'll show you.  Let's roll over so I'm on
top.  You said you felt passive, and that's gonna help you understand
this.  Although...  Maybe it's something you gotta feel instead of
understand."

We shifted, and lay there for a few minutes with her on top.  I had my
arms around her, and she felt...  A lot lighter than I expected, once
we settled into a position that let me breathe easily.

I knew I blushed when she moved her hips slightly and I felt my prick
slide in her crotch.  It stiffened, but she acted like she didn't
notice, just kept moving slowly and using her hands to rub along my
body while she talked to me softly.

"Just lie there and let it happen, Love.  There's no hurry, we can
explore each other, talk, do whatever.  When the time is right, and it
doesn't have to be soon, it could be weeks, things will just sorta
happen, and we'll fuck, because we both know we're supposed to."

She sounded so confident and relaxed, I found myself relaxing to the
point I felt like I was going to fall asleep, and she must have
noticed because she kissed my lips lightly.  "I'm going to get silly.
The food can simmer for hours if it has to, just like our love has
simmered for years.  I think we both would have spent more time with
each other, but something happened, and Dorris happened to be there
when it did.  No, I don't remember what caused us to split, and it
doesn't matter, now.  We're back together, and I know it could have
been someone else with you right now.  A lot of women felt like they
loved you, but we knew, even then, that we wanted what was right for
you, and Dorris was right for you.  That was obvious."

She pulled away slightly.  "I'm not going to ask you to forget her, or
try and force you to stop hurting.  You wouldn't be a man I could
love, if you were able to turn off your feelings like that."

"Thanks, Mary.  I'm not sure what love is, any more, and maybe I made
a mistake when I walked out, but I really think it wasn't, because
when I tried to talk to her before, she...  Didn't really brush me
off, but she got skittish, sorta and brushed it off without ever
committing herself to an answer."

Mary had been watching me, and she nodded a little.  "I don't think
all of her problem was your lack of size.  That first time is scary,
because we know that if we haven't already found a way to break our
cherry, it's going to hurt, especially if the guy doesn't know enough
to help us get past our fear of the pain."

She blushed.  "I broke my own.  I wasn't planning on it, but I got
really passionate when I was masturbating, and it happened.  The pain
wasn't anything much, but what really frightened me was the way I bled
for so long.  That was my problem when I decided to finally let a guy
fuck me.  I knew I'd healed, and I knew I could handle his size, but
something in me was scared that we'd do something to start me bleeding
again, and I'd have to go see a Doctor.  I was pretty hot and cold,
until it finally happened.  Once it had, and he orgasmed inside me and
I was ok, I was able to relax and enjoy the experience the next time.
I was so tense I didn't orgasm during sex until we'd been doing it for
weeks, and one day, we'd both learned enough my orgasm snuck up on
me."

She stroked my chest again.  "Sure, it feels good, and lots of people
think you both should orgasm when you fuck, but to tell you the truth,
I like it better when we both worry about one of us at a time."

She suddenly slid down my body enough she could kiss each of my
nipples, and then she started licking me all over while her hand went
between my thighs and she was feeling me up, and doing the things I
usually did to myself when I masturbated.

It all happened suddenly, but she made me feel like it was natural,
and I didn't freeze, just relaxed and let her do whatever she wanted
to do while I tried to stay relaxed and just react when it felt good.

It was weird in a way, because I knew she was experienced and had
fucked a lot, but at the same time I was grateful for her experience
because I trusted her to be able to help me past the awkwardness I
felt, after all the years of only thinking about Dorris.

It was like all those years since we'd been kids together hadn't
happened, and we were picking up where we left off, instead of trying
to start a new relationship.

I needed that, and she must have figured it out because before I knew
what she was doing, she slid past my stomach and suddenly I felt the
shock of her mouth on my dick, and I was already so charged from her
casual tenderness that it was enough to make my hips arch, driving me
into her mouth, and I orgasmed.

I'd never felt anything like that orgasm, and when it was over she
kept me inside her mouth without moving, and held me there while I
recovered.

Eventually she came off, and licked me some, then she slid back up my
body and settled again.  "There!  See?  No more performance worries,
huh?  Now that you know, it will get easier, I promise."

I couldn't believe how exhausted and languid I felt.  "Uh huh. Before,
I was feeling like I was going to sleep, now I feel like I'm going to
pass out.  I think I'm totally limp.  Masturbation was never like
this."

She giggled, and snuggled.  "Good!  Maybe I can get you to obsess
about fucking instead of problem solving!"

I laughed, then let myself relax and I closed my eyes to help me savor
what had happened, and so I could try and separate and remember all
the new things I was feeling.

One thing I already knew.

It hadn't happened the way I had expected it to, but I knew it had
been far better and more intense than any of the dreams I'd dared to
let myself have, and if I ever had any regrets, about it not being
with Dorris, the gratitude and *rightness* of losing my virginity to
Mary would let me keep those regrets where they belonged, and in a
perspective that would let me remember that it was the feelings that
were most important, not the physical sensations.

And for *those*, I suddenly realized, you didn't need sex, or a prick,
at all.
~~~

December is a time of remembering, and appreciation of life, for many.

It is also, a time of gift giving.

The gods are reported to be wiser than we.  

Are they?

Perhaps so, perhaps not.
---

Messenger
---

"Your morning Ambrosia, Sir."

I rolled to my back, stretched, then opened my eyes to see who had
spoken.

You see, I lived alone--and body servants had never been part of my
life.

I studied the woman who stood beside my bed, her calm face watching me
with the sort of patience that proclaimed she took pride in her job,
and would wait forever for me to react, if she had to.

Since it was obvious it was expected of me, I took the time to examine
her before I let myself react.

She wore a female version of an old fashioned man servant's uniform,
complete with a bowler hat.

My first clue to her true identity came from her silver eyebrows,
followed by the realization that her chin, while decidedly feminine,
was still most emphatically Roman.

My examination moved lower, and I let a slight smile form on my lips
when I realized that of course, she wore no bra beneath her glossy
white silk blouse, which was decorously tucked into a tweed skirt.

Her legs were muscular, but not so muscular they detracted from her
obvious femininity.

The final clues to her identity were the delicate wings that poked
through the red balls that adorned the hi-top sneakers she wore.

I let my smile grow the slightest bit more obvious and returned my
eyes to her face.  "Hello, Mercury.  Red Ball sneakers?"

Her eyes hinted at the mirth she suppressed so she could maintain her
calm pose.  "They provide ankle support, and they make me fly faster."

I chuckled.  "Who am I, a mere mortal, to question the reality of the
Gods?"

I threw the covers to one side and rolled until I sat on the edge of
my bed, unconcerned that I was naked in front of a woman I'd never met
before.

The tray she held lowered until I could reach and accept the fluted
glass it held.  I sipped, nodded my appreciation,  then set it back on
the tray and stood.

"Excellent, as I trusted it would be, once I knew who served me."

"Thank you, Sir.  Will you require assistance getting dressed for the
day, or should I see to your usual breakfast?"

I paused my walk to the wardrobe and turned so I could study her
again, since I was able to recognize a leading question when I heard
it.

Until she'd died, my 'usual breakfast' had been my wife, before we'd
made love to each other.

I decided to break characterization.  "Even for a dream, I find the
scenario quite...  Unusual."

Mercury nodded, then she lost her calm 'no expression' and replaced it
with one of amusement.  "Dreams are a reality we are unwilling to
accept when we are fully conscious.  Your own words, Sir."

"That's not an answer I'm willing to accept."

"Would you deny the truth your own senses reveal to you?"

"Easily.  Denial is an essential part of being mortal."

She nodded seriously.  "Very good, Sir.  Messengers, being who they
are, travel in many directions and thusly, see many realities.  Gods,
being who they are, know only their reality.  Mortals, by their
nature, live in one reality but are capable of formulating and
understanding many realities even though, under normal conditions,
they never travel in them."

I knew my eyebrows went up, but I managed to confine myself to a
slight gesture of encouragement before I resettled on the bed.

"Very good, Sir.  This 'scenario', as you call it, has a purpose.  It
can be summed up as:  What message would you send the Gods, if you
were allowed to send one?"

"If I choose not to send one?"

"Is that the message you wish to send?"

"Point.  No.  How long do I have to formulate this 'message'?"

"Until you send it."

"I see.  Thank you.  See to my usual breakfast, then I will allow you
to dress me in clothing appropriate for the day ahead, which I'm
certain you know more about than I do."

She giggled, stripped, then stood before me and waited.  "Do you find
your breakfast offering adequate?  And Sir?  I know more about your
day only in the sense that I know I will be in your service.  The
details are yours to decide."

I stretched out on the bed and gestured for her to join me.  "My
breakfast appears to be well done.  I will have to eat it, of course,
before I can pass judgment on its adequacy."

She joined me on the bed, we explored each other briefly, then we
became intimate in many ways.

When it was over, I knew I wore a satiated smile to match hers. "I
found my breakfast to be far more than 'adequate'.  The memory of this
repast is one I will treasure for the rest of my life."

We kissed, she pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, then she
resnuggled to share the afterglow.  "Thank you."

"Welcome.  Do you sleep?"

"Of course."

I chuckled.  "Well, it doesn't really matter if you do, or not.  I
find myself feeling the need for a nap, and I would appreciate it if
you remained to share it with me so I may wake up with you next to
me."

Her lips touched my cheek lightly.  "I am here to be your body servant
while you decide on the message you would send to the Gods.  Your
desires are my commands."

I winced, then let myself kiss her lips before I settled for my nap.
"I will try to keep my desires mortal."

She giggled.  "Much money will change hands as a result of your
understanding and the way you expressed it.  Most who have an interest
in you, felt you would ignore the responsibilities inherent in this
'scenario'."

* * *

I woke, felt a missed heat spooned against my back, and turned to
embrace my companion.  "Thank you."

She lightly rubbed my chest.  "You're welcome.  I should be thanking
you. Few can separate the message from the messenger enough to treat
me as their equal."

I chuckled.  "Perhaps it's easier for me because I have been 'Muse
Touched', and internalized the fact you truly are 'created in our
image', and thusly, have our needs and desires, magnified."

She giggled.  "Perceptive."

I laughed.  "Pragmatic. To better understand the human condition, I
quickly learned I needed to understand the divine one, as best I
could."

"Point."

I kissed my way from her upper lips to her lower, then looked at her
face. "Female?  The tales of the Greeks always insist you were male,
obviously so."

"I was.  I used the form best suited to get, and keep, their
attention."

I let a finger trail lightly around her clit while I thought about her
words. Eventually I stopped and slid along her body until I could hug
her.  I did so, then pulled back slightly so I could watch her
eyebrows, which, I had noticed, moved independently of her head's
motions, as if they were being blown by a wind only she could feel.

I reached, and slid my finger over them to see if I could feel any
difference.

I couldn't, and smiled at the arrogance that had made me feel the
possibility I could.  Then, I laughed.  "Oh arrogant human, that you
think you might feel the winds that touch the Gods."

Her eyebrows rose, asking the question she chose not to speak openly.

"The hairs of your eyebrows move, as if stirred by a wind I cannot
feel.  I thought to explore, and see if I could feel that breeze.  A
bit of whimsy--and wonder that the histories do not, as far as I know,
mention that detail."

"Do you wish the reaction stopped?"

"No, it adds to your presence and reminds me you are not a mortal,
like myself."

"Very good, Sir.  Do you wish that observation included in your
message?"

My eyebrows rose in mild inquiry.  "I assumed we are always being
watched."

"We are, of course.  When this interlude in your life is over, it will
be studied by those with the desire to do so."

"If so, then explain the need for a 'message' from my lips."

"Those who study it will see everything, and will hear your words as
you speak them.  But, mind reading is not one of the powers we were
given.  Your message can be anything of course, but it should be
obvious that no matter what it is, it will say a great deal about what
you feel is your place in the world, and how you view the things that
are important to you."

I had sobered by the time she'd finished.  "I see.  Do you, then, seek
better understanding of yourselves, by attempting to better understand
the ones who believe in you, and help keep you alive past your
original time?"

She froze with a stillness that spoke of intense concentration, so I
refrained from disturbing it, while I continued to wonder about the
circumstances I'd been placed in.

Eventually she relaxed, and stroked my forehead with a fingertip.
"Please forgive me.  It is seldom that I allow myself to travel
between planes where a mortal may see me do so.  The action is
considered rude, by our standards."

I smiled.  "There was need?"

"Extreme need.  I am only the messenger.  Your insight forced me to
reevaluate my original message, and seek clarification.  Would you
hear the message I bear for you?"

"I have a choice?"

"Yes."

"Then I will hear it, and you are forgiven your seeming rudeness this
time, and in the future."

"It is one word, from the one who rules us all:  'Yes'.  And I thank
you."

"You're welcome.  Do the conditions of this scenario allow me to ask
questions, to help me better formulate my message?"

"Of course."

I sighed and closed my eyes.  "Then my question is this:  Do the Gods
wish to hear my message, if they also know it will give them the power
to choose to be mortal?"

I felt the subtle pressures of a body next to mine vanish, and was
unsurprised when I opened my eyes and saw my own bedroom.

I lay there, carefully remembered my dream, and chuckled before I got
up and settled at the always on computer to enter the words that would
let me remember the insight that had awakened me:

"The Gods, being creations of man's mind, are accepted to share man's
attitudes, and magnify them.  Because of that magnification, they
would fear death even more than men do, and if they were informed they
could choose to be mortal, would most likely make every effort
possible to avoid gaining that knowledge."

I studied the words, then smiled and spoke out loud.  "Someday, I'll
find a way to work that into a story."
---

Afterword, the unsent message to the Gods:

"The Gods are manifested concepts, and thus immortal as long as man's
basic nature does not change.  He may change the emphasis of his basic
concepts, or suppress them, but they still exist, and as long as they
do, the Gods who are their manifestations will continue to exist.

"For a God or Gods to die, they must forget about their creator,
mankind.  As long as they remember mankind, they will also remember
his glories and his faults, which form the concepts they represent,
and thus they will remain alive.  Forget mankind, and they will forget
the concepts they represent, and thusly, since there is no longer a
need for them, they will cease to exist."
~~~

Show Me That You Love Me
---

I'd been seeing Beverly for about six months before she hit me between
the eyes with the usual female crap.

We were walking along the sidewalk and window browsing when she got
that weird look woman get when they know they shouldn't be pushing
things, but they just gotta.  

"Nate?  Do you think I'm pretty?"

I'd been there before, so she got the answer I'd learned worked best,
most of the time.  "What?  You're not asking if I think you're
beautiful?"

She shrugged and her unsupported tits did things that got my erection
started, even though we'd fucked a few hours earlier, and both
collapsed afterwards.

"I know I'm not beautiful, so I'll settle for 'pretty'."

"Yeah, you're pretty.  If you weren't, I wouldn't have hit on you in
the first place.  You know that."

"I guess so.  Thanks."

"Welcome."

"Do you love me?"

"Sorta, I guess.  I care enough to have stayed faithful instead of
looking for my old girlfriends when we get mad at each other.  I know
you've been checking.  I still get along with most of them, ya know?
Just like you still get along with most of your ex-lovers."

She was female enough she blushed, but we both knew that I knew it was
one of those controlled ones women are so good at.

"Will you show me how much you love me?"

At that I stopped, which forced her to stop.

"Bev?  I don't think I want to know what brought this on.  I thought
we had all this sorted out a long time ago.  How the hell can I show
you I care a lot for you, if what we do together almost every night
isn't working?"

She bent her head.  "It's not enough."

Oh, Lord.  One of those.  I'd better head that off real fast.

"No, Bev.  I don't love you enough to ask you to marry me.  I'm not
ready for that, and you know damn well I'd make a lousy husband, with
my usual attitudes.  Never mind the way I hate society enough to say
the hell with the rules if I was ever a father."

"Stupid male.  You haven't been listening.  I want you to show me you
love me, I don't want you to marry me.  Sometimes I hate you enough I
want to castrate you while you're fucking me.  I'll never get married
to a man who lets me feel that way about him."

My thinking froze at that point, because she was using a script I'd
never encountered.  When I started thinking again, or at least what
usually passed for thinking in my head, I decided to keep up the
attack.

"What the HELL do you want from me?"

She grabbed my hand and tugged me back the way we'd come, until we
were facing a display.  "There.  Bondage.  Tie me up.  Make me pay for
hating you so much, until I'm yours completely.  Make me do whatever
you think I should."

She gazed into the window for awhile then turned to face me with
something in her eyes that I didn't recognize.  "Show me how much you
love me."

I studied the display, then faced her again.  "You want me to act like
I'm forcing you, so you'll know I'm in love with you?  You're
deliberately provoking me?"

"Uh huh.  You get so angry sometimes.  I want you to give that anger
to me.  Don't act.  Let it happen for real."

My eyebrows shot up, then came down.

"You're saying that if I get angry enough with you to force you to
ignore how you feel, you'll know I love you?"

"Yes."

"Where the hell is your head, you mixed up bitch?  You were there when
I lost it and nearly killed that guy."

"So?  Do it to me before it builds up that far again."

I sighed.  "Bev, as male and violent as I am with guys, I'm not into
abuse, real or pretend, with women.  Guys...  Well, it's part of who
we are, if that makes sense to you, and we go into the fights knowing
it's on equal terms, at least.  I don't go out looking for wimps when
I'm that mad.

"I know.  I'm not a wimp.  I can handle whatever you do to me."

"You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes."

I sighed again.  "Ok.  Fine.  Let's go in and I'll pay for whatever
you think we should have for this adventure."

Her eyes lit up with a glow I'd never seen before, and she pranced
into that store.  I wasn't that far behind her but by the time I found
her, she was having an animated discussion with one of the clerks and
they already had a small pile of stuff on the counter.

When she spotted me she was damn near flying, she was so happy.
"You'll pay for *anything*, Nate?"

I glanced at a few of the price tags, winced, and decided maybe I'd
better start practicing my attitude.  "Within reason.  Keep it under
one thousand dollars.  That's all I can afford to turn loose right
now."

She nodded and must have seen that I was serious, so she sobered a
little and turned back to the clerk.  "Starter kit, for sure, then we
can talk about specialty stuff."

The clerk looked at me and I shrugged.  "I'm totally new to this
scene.  The bitch wants it pretty bad, so make sure it all comes with
instructions, ok?"

She studied me, nodded slightly and spoke in a low, breathy voice that
had a slight rasp to it.  "Whatever you wish, Master."

My eyebrows went up, then I studied her more carefully.  She was
wearing a collar, but it and the makeup couldn't hide that she had
some serious bruises around her throat.

I sighed.  "Don't play games with me, ok?  That thousand is an
absolute limit.  Fuck up and I won't take it out on either of you,
I'll sue the owner of the store for fraud, ok?"

She blanched, nodded, and was a little more subdued when she turned
back to Beverly.  Interestingly, before she turned away, I could tell
there was real fear in her eyes, and it wasn't tinged with sexual
excitement, the way it had been earlier.

I wandered the store, just to see what there was, because I'd never
been into bondage games, and I was curious about it, now.

Most of the stuff made me shiver and shake my head wearily, because I
couldn't figure out why anyone would let it be used on them.

Eventually the pile stopped growing and I was called over to melt the
plastic.

Bev must have regained some of her usual sensibility because the total
was only a little over five hundred dollars, and the prices matched
what I remembered seeing on the display items, so I didn't worry about
there having been some sort of quiet discounting going on.

After I signed off I looked at Bev, who was radiant.

"I have money left.  Sure you have everything we'll need?"

"Yes."

I smiled hungrily.  "Good."

Then I turned and started walking away.

I didn't bother to glance backwards as I pushed on the door.

"What you do with it all is your problem, Bitch.  I want NOTHING to do
with any of it, or you, ever again."

The bells tinkled merrily as I let the door close behind me.

Then I took the time to put the day, and Beverly, out of my mind
before I walked away.
~~~

A Valentine Quickie
----------

I was scratching my balls and idly thinking about masturbating, just
for something totally useless to do, when she walked in and stared at
me.

"Are you crazy?"

"No."

"Then why on earth are you scratching your balls?"

"You want a fancy answer, or the truth?"

She laughed.  "Do something different.  Tell me the truth."

"Got it.  I'm bored, want to do something totally useless, and so I
decided I might get around to masturbating, maybe.  Hadn't made up my
mind, yet."

"Huh.  Be right back."

Before I could say anything, she left.

About a minute later I heard a very loud 'Goddamnit!  Why now?!'.

Some drawers slid and slammed shut, accompanied by some elaborate
cursing, before she shouted 'Ah hah!'.

When she came back, she was naked, and was carrying one of her
favorite dildos as if it were a sword.

I gazed at her, then shook my head slowly.  "And what was all the
cussing about?"

"Dead batteries.  I stole yours, for now."

"Ok.  I assume you have a plan?

"Yes.  If you're going to waste an orgasm, I get to waste one, too."

Then she settled on the floor in front of me and started masturbating.

Eventually she looked up.  "Well?  Go back to doing something
useless."

I laughed.  "Right.  The rules say I can't turn away so we can't watch
each other?"

"Got it.  I won't tell anyone you got something right...  *If* you
quit jacking your jaws and start jacking your prick."

I laughed, and went back to playing with myself while I watched her
focus on her own activities.

Hell, maybe I'd learn another way to keep her happy.

Then I remembered...

"Hey, sloppy cunt."

"Yeah?  You're bothering me, limp dick."

"Before I forget...

"Happy Valentine's Day."
~~~

Codes:  Christmas 2010, MF, ED, oral, piv, anal
---

Dinky
----

It had been another routine emergency business trip, followed by an
equally routine late dinner in the small town's only open restaurant.

I'd lingered over my coffee, not really enthused about going back to
my lonely motel room.  The place was empty, and the middle aged
waitress had closed off the majority of the dining area.  She finally
started stacking chairs on the tables, so I knew it was time to pay my
bill and let her and the cook call it a night.

She must have been keeping an eye on me, because she met me at the
cash register with a smile.  "Everything ok?"

I smiled back and didn't try to hide my weariness.  "It was fine.
Sorry about sticking around and making you waste your time on
Christmas Eve."

I handed her my credit card and she smiled while she shook her head.
"I get paid if there are customers, or not.  You weren't wasting my
time.  I like this shift.  Get to meet people and have time to get to
know them as more than a credit card."

She swiped it, then glanced at it.  "Hope to see you again Mr..."

She stopped, stared at my card, then at me so she could intently study
my face.  "Leon?!  It is *really* you?"

I studied her carefully, then sighed.  "I'm Leon, but you knew that.
I'm sorry.  Should I recognize you?"

She sighed.  "Probably not.  It's been almost thirty years since we
last saw each other."

"We must have been kids, if I'm this Leon you remember."

"I think you are.  Can't be too many red headed Leon Konapekis around.
I was about eight at the time."

I had to think about it.  "Almost thirty years?  I would have been
around eleven or so.  Don't remember a lot from that far back."

"It's ok.  Does it help, if I remind you that you used to call me
'Dinky'?"

The memories surged through me, and I know my lower jaw would have hit
the floor if it hadn't been attached.  "Lynnette?!"

She smiled.  "I always wondered if you remembered me.  I had a crush
on you, but you never noticed."

"You did?  All I remember is you hanging around all the time and
getting in our way when Clyde and I wanted to be by ourselves.
Gods..."

I looked again, and finally I found the little blonde tomboy who'd
made herself such a pest.  "Every once in awhile, when I remembered
those days, I wondered what happened to you."

She handed me back my card and the receipt I needed to sign.

I signed it, she handed me my copy, then we sort of stood there
awkwardly while we looked at each other.

She finally seemed to make up her mind about something, and she
gestured vaguely.  "Man doesn't linger over his coffee on Christmas
Eve, unless he's got nowhere better to go.  I already know you don't
live nearby, so that means you're probably in one of those impersonal
rooms at the motel."

"Right.  Leading somewhere?"

"Of course.  Late night waitresses learn to read body language.  It's
something to do, and in a small town, they get treated more like
family, than faceless public servants.  Like you, I'm not going back
to anything I haven't seen too many times over the years.  You're away
from home, wherever that is, and we both know all we had planned for,
was another lonely Christmas, right?"

I put my card away, then slumped.  "Yeah.  I guess you do know how to
read people.  Nothing back home, so I volunteered to head out here to
fix a problem that had to be taken care of as soon as possible.  Rest
of the field people have families.  I get a rep for being generous,
and the holiday pay is good, too."

She laughed.  "Nothing I haven't heard before.  It's not much, but
nobody will raise their eyebrows when they find out I've offered an
old friend the chance to stay in a real home, Christmas Eve, and have
a home cooked meal on Christmas Day.  Since it's me you'd be staying
with, you'll be able to get back any money you've already paid for
your room, if you spend the night at my place.  Interested?"

My eyebrows went up.  "No gossip?"

She laughed.  "Plenty of it, but none of it will be malicious. Mostly,
folks will wonder what made you so special, and start wondering if
we're serious about each other.  I'm not celibate, but I'm not round
healed, either.   Most folks are realistic enough to ignore what
happens behind closed doors, as long as consent is involved."

"I accept.  Would have taken you to dinner, but..."  I shrugged and
she nodded.

"No problem.  I have a small turkey, and enough to fix a traditional
Christmas meal for two, tomorrow, as long as the portions are small."

"Fine with me.  Been a long time since I had someone offer me a
genuine Christmas dinner.  Everything is still in my car, so what's
next?"

"Stick around until I have to close up, then I can take care of what
has to be done while Roy cleans up the kitchen.  Once we finish, it
will be out the door, and you can follow me home."

"Sounds good.  Thanks, Lynnette.  Means a lot to me."

She reached and touched my face lightly.  "You're welcome, Leon. Means
a lot to me, too.  Thanks."

Then she came around the counter, wrapped me in a tight hug, and gave
me an open mouthed kiss that made me start thinking about more than
conversation.

She noticed my change from a mutual hug to something more intimate,
and giggled.  "Good!  I can tell you know what to do, so I'll expect
the proper followup, eventually."

I sighed and held her off slightly.  "Only fair to let you know I've
had ED for several years.  Everything else works.  I use a ring
instead of any of the fancy drugs, or an implant.  Gives us a time
limit of sorts, for the main event."

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes, maximum, before I have to take the ring off for five
minutes or so."

"Smart man.  I have a kitchen timer we can set.  Is it possible for a
woman to keep you erect enough you can penetrate her, then share the
afterglow?"

"Easily.  If we're careful, the ring can be removed while I'm still
inserted.  The ED is mild, not severe."

"Good!  Go resettle, then I'll do what has to be done."

* * *

They shut down, and then I followed her home.

'Home' was a small house on a tree lined street with old fashioned
street lights that used modern, low energy bulbs.  When I commented on
that, she laughed.  "Two reasons we have the new bulbs.  Energy
efficient, and the light is warmer.  A lot of us spend a lot of time
outside in the evenings, when the weather is warm enough.  Some of the
younger kids started calling them 'Lover's Lights', and the name
stuck."

I laughed.  "So this is 'Lover's Lane'?"

She giggled and wrapped her arms around me after we got on her porch.
"No.  That's a different street near the edge of town.  Most everyone
is realistic, so all the cops and parents do is quietly keep an eye on
things and leave people alone when they park for the evening."

I laughed and kissed her lightly.  "I never admitted this to many, but
after you moved away, I missed you and Clyde.  Some adventures weren't
the same, without 'Dinky' tagging along with me and whoever I was
with."

She pulled back and I could see her smile.  "Well, since we're trying
to be honest with each other, I was too traumatized to worry about
missing you.  Anybody ever find out why we moved so suddenly?"

"No.  We wondered, but most of us decided it had something to do with
your dad's work.  If anyone knew, they never said anything to us
kids."

She sighed.  "Come on in.  It's too cold to be out here.  I'll get the
fireplace going, then we can settle on the couch or the hearth rug,
and catch up."

She got the fire going, then offered me some hot chocolate, which I
accepted, before we decided to settle with her spooned in front of me,
on the rug.

We both sipped for awhile, and finally she leaned into me and sighed.
"Remember Brutus?"

"How could I forget that guy?  I honestly don't remember which of you
was able to get muddier when it rained.  That guy really loved the
water, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did.  He liked all of us, too, but for some reason, when he
was a puppy, he adopted me instead of being Clyde's dog, like he was
supposed to be."

"Maybe it was because you spoiled him."

She laughed.  "I've never doubted that was part of it.  Anyway, I got
to keep him when we moved, and that helped, a lot."

"You're shivering."

"Memories, Lee."

"Bad ones, right?"

"Yes.  Happy ending, mostly.  Could have been worse, but Brutus was
there."

"Oh?"

"Dad and one of his friends got drunk one night, and mom cut him off.
He decided to do something about it, and I was his solution.  He and
his friend snuck in my room, but when they grabbed me and I screamed,
Brutus got in their faces and stood them off so I could call the
police."

"So you folks just....  Moved out?"

"More or less.  They weren't officially charged with anything except
nudity in front of a minor, since they hadn't done anything sexual.
Mom decided to just toss a few essentials, plus me, Clyde and Brutus,
in the car as soon as she had given her statement and the police had
hauled dad and his friend off to jail."

"So you guys just vanished into the night after your dad tried to
molest you?"

"Rape, Lee.  Call it what it really was."

"Ok.  Rape.  I don't understand why all that never hit the papers or
got talked about, but maybe I was still too young to pay attention to
that stuff."

"I guess they wrote it up as just another belligerent drunk, because I
was just a kid, and couldn't have known what he was really going to
do.  I think dad sobered up and denied the attempted rape charges.
'Drunk and got carried away while wishing his daughter good night', I
think is how he and his lawyer got him off."

"Sounds like everyone else knew the truth, though."

"Maybe.  Mom was never sure what had happened.  It wasn't unusual for
dad to get drunk and forget his robe after a shower.  He'd never come
into my room naked, before, but it was something that sounded logical,
considering his past forgetfulness."

She shivered and touched my hands, then pressed them into her.  "His
erection was huge, and his smile...  I knew what they were there for,
and it wasn't just a good night kiss."

"You ok?"

"Mostly.  It helps, to have you holding me like this.  You always
called me 'Dinky', and a pest, but you never acted like you saw me as
'just a girl'.  I always felt like we were friends, of sorts.  I
wanted to tell you we were leaving, and confide in you, but mom hauled
us out that same night, then made sure we 'forgot' about everything,
because it was a past we didn't need to remember."

I moved her hair off her neck, then paused.  "You ok with me wanting
to love you, right now?  It's not because all that stuff turned me on.
I want to hold you and give you a man's comfort."

She twisted her head so she could look at my face.  "You love me?"

"Yeah.  I guess I do, even though it's been thirty years.  Maybe this
is the real reason I never completely forgot Dinky.  She was a real
pest sometimes, but we always seemed to get back together for more fun
together.  Would have been nice to see if that lasted through the rest
of school, wouldn't it?"

"I need you, Lee.  Now.  Man and woman."

I smiled and bent to kiss her neck.  This time, when she pressed
backwards, it was with an easily recognizable sexual hunger.

We held it like that, then she shivered again and managed to twist in
my arms so we were face to face.  We looked at each other some more,
then she reached and started undoing my belt and pants.  "I've dreamed
of this time, Lee.  I never thought it would happen on Christmas Eve."

I was smiling.  "Only gift I have to give you, is myself, if you want
me."

Her eyes widened.  "Want you?  Does that mean what I think it means?"

"I've never been an Indian Giver, Dinky.  I give someone a gift, they
get to keep it for the rest of their lives, if they want."

"That's..."   She giggled suddenly.  "Listen to us.  Last time I tried
to be serious around you, you called me a pest and tried to run away
and hide from me.  Guess that's changed?"

"A little.  Few years after you moved, I quit hiding from girls and
started hiding from guys, instead."

She laughed.  "If I show you mine, will you show me yours?"

"Feels like you're working on seeing mine first.  You always were
pushy."

"Shut up, and let's get serious about this.  I'll finish stripping
you, then you can strip me and we'll figure out what to do next."

"Don't throw my pants so far we can't reach them when we need a condom
and one of my rings."

"What if I want kids?"

"In or out of marriage?"

"Silly man.  I'll be a country bride.  I'm allowed to have the first
one sooner than normal."

"I think we're a little old to be having kids, but...  Ok.  Let's take
the chance.  Boy or girl?"

"Doesn't matter, as long as it's ours, right?"

"Good point."

"I don't keep score when I'm in love.  Shut up, and let's focus on
making this an unwrapping party we can't tell anyone about, unless
they're past the age of consent."

She got serious about removing my clothing, then, before she moved it
all out of our way, she let me dig in my pants so I could get out the
emergency 'kit' I'd put together.

"You're kidding!  I've never seen a guy as prepared as you are."

"High sex drive when I was a teen, and even though I'm not married, I
get laid on a regular basis, without paying for it, other than a meal
out, sometimes.  These days, payment has been things like relaxed BBQs
or one of us cooking the food at home."

She took the baggie from me and looked at it thoughtfully.  "Four
condoms I can understand.  By the time they get used up, both of you
will need to take a break, no matter how young you are.  I don't
understand having several cock rings available."

I knew I blushed, but she ignored it by not commenting while she
waited for an answer.

"Remember that I said we can remove it when I'm inserted?"

"Yes."

"Combine that with a fairly active sex life, and it's inevitable that
the connectors wear out.  When that happens, I can't use it any more,
which means no erection I can use.  Got the picture, yet?"

She looked at he baggie, at my face, then looked at my flaccid penis
and giggled.  "Well, at least with a ring, if you go limp for some
reason, it's an easily fixable problem, instead of being something
that can last the night, or longer.  I bet it reduces the performance
anxiety to zero, right?"

"More or less.  There still the time limit, but that's something that
can be adapted to.  Since I spend my time with women close to my own
age, the snuggling is often more important then the physical sex,
anyway.  Blowjobs and cunnilingus are a fact of life for us, and if
she wants the semi permanent erection from drugs, or that permanent
but mushy one from an implant, there are plenty of men out there who
can satisfy her."

She touched my penis and squeezed gently.  "Speaking of mushy, is that
as hard as you get.?"

"Yes.  I don't extend much when hard, so what you see is pretty much
the same all the time.  As long as we don't move much once the ring is
off, I won't slip out."

She slowly stroked me until I was as hard as I could be, then she
shifted and suckled me briefly before she came off.  "I guess this is
my stupid question, ok?"

"Go."

"Since you can't get real stiff, does that change things so it takes
more stimulation before you orgasm?"

"It can vary, but generally, yes."

"That might be a good thing.  I enjoy sucking dick, and always hate it
when I have to slow down or stop right after the man's orgasm, which
usually happens too soon for me,  the first time I suck him off."

"I still get too sensitive for a few seconds, but as long as you don't
actually work my glans, you can work my shaft right through my orgasm,
then after, for as long as you want."

"Can I keep working you into multiples?"

I laughed.  "What are you, a cum slut who drains her man's balls?"

"Yes.  Love the taste and can't get enough."

"Go for it.  You wouldn't be the first woman who drained me during the
night, while I was asleep."

"You saying you can fall asleep during a blow job?!"

"Yep.  As long as you don't leave me raw, I'm ok with you keeping
going until you're finished."

She laughed.  "Maybe some other night.  What about you?  Ever give a
woman multiples?"

"Of course.  Before the ED, I was able to do it with just my penis,
with the right woman.  Now, I have to use my mouth, fingers, and
sometimes a sex toy, too.  If she can get off within the twenty
minutes, she can have as many orgasms as possible with my penis. After
that, sometimes when things are right, we can treat the change of pace
like a fairly fast recovery time on my part, and go again after I've
kept working her."

"Twenty on, five off, for as long as you can maintain the pace?"

"Yes, but don't expect a lot of orgasms from me, after the first one."

"Strip me, then I'll go get the kitchen timer.  In spite of my lust
for semen, tonight I want the closeness more."

I started with her shoes and socks, and looked at her questioningly
when I realized she wasn't wearing hose.  "No panty hose?"

"Still a tomboy.  Usually in pants instead of a dress or skirt, so
they'd be a waste of money."

"Ok."

I unfastened her pants, worked them off her hips, and my surprise made
me stop and stare at her.

"What is it now?"

"Umm...  Pink flowers and red hearts?"

"Oh.  That.  I was being whimsical when I got dressed for work.  I
wasn't planning on anyone seeing them, so I decided they'd make me
feel better than plain panties would."

"Whimsical.  Nice to know I'll be marrying a woman who still has the
heart and dreams of a little girl.  Makes unwrapping my gift more
special, too."

She blushed and smiled, then shifted slightly to help me get her pants
off, then her panties.

Since she was exposed and available, it was my turn to shift so I
could take a real close look at her pubic area before I covered her
with my mouth and touched my tongue to her clit.

She arched into me, then I pulled back and grinned.  "I don't have to
ask if you're hot blooded."

"Mmm!"

"Right.  The rest of your clothing has to come off first."

I undid her blouse, then helped her face away from me so I could work
it off the rest of the way before I worked on her bra.

"I see you're a modern woman and wear a bra that unfastens in the
front.  Handy, but it takes away an excuse to wrap you in a hug and
feel your tits against me while I undo it."

"I've grown up, Lee.  I don't need an excuse to let a man wrap his
arms around me.  If you want to feel my tits when I'm naked, or at any
other time when it wouldn't get us in trouble, you can hug me all you
want."

I laughed, got the bra off, then had her turn so I could press us
together while I ran my hands down her spine and over her buttocks.

When I hit the fleshy part of her buttocks, I stopped moving my hands
and she noticed.

"Something wrong?"

"No.  It may be right.  Is what I feel the result of you enjoying anal
sex--a lot?"

"I should have figured you'd be experienced enough to notice.  It's
another reason I wear pants when I'm not wearing a long dress or long
skirt.  Yes, I enjoy it, and have almost since the first time I let a
guy fuck me."

I chuckled.  "I'm glad.  If we learn to do the right moves, and you're
tight enough, your sphincter should keep me hard enough I can fuck you
without using a ring."

"I like that idea.  Let's be normal for now.  Tomorrow, I'll give
myself an enema, and we'll start practicing."

We snuggled for awhile, until she noticed the fire needed a new log.
"Don't install anything until I get back.  I've never seen a man use a
cock ring, so I want to know how you do it.  I know enough to think
you need a vacuum pump, but that must be a myth, right?"

"Not a myth.  It can speed things up, but for me, it's just as quick
if I install the ring, and then work the blood into my penis.  Feels
better, too."

"Ok.  Well, put another log on, and after I get back with the timer, I
want to watch, this time, so I can do it right, later."

I was still arranging the new log on the pile when she came back with
one of those old mechanical timers.

I smiled when she held it up.  "Mechanical?  I didn't know you could
still buy them."

She laughed.  "It was my mother's.  I don't know if they are still
available.  I like it because it's easy to use.  Twist and it's set. I
also like it because if the bell doesn't ding, it stops ticking and I
notice that."

"Got it.  Well, don't set it until I get myself fully erect.  It's
cheating, a little, but not much on the time."

We resettled, then she looked at the rings.  "I guess I'm slow.
Different sizes and...  Styles?"

"Yeah. That's a basic set.  You should see the collection I have at
home."

"Not sure I want to, yet.  Exotic?"

"Umm...  I guess you could say 'lots of options.  Mainly I have a
choice between rings that go on my penis and ones that go under my
scrotum, too in some way."

She sighed.  "I feel like a virgin for asking, but why under your
scrotum?"

I laughed.  "The object is to keep the ring at the base of my dick.
Under the right conditions, it can work its way up until only part of
me is firm.  Straight fucking isn't bad, but when lots of bending over
is involved, it can wind up halfway to the tip.  Makes it awkward to
get carried away."

"Oh.  Got it."

I chuckled.  "I didn't, at first, and the cheaper ones didn't have
real good instructions for use.  Pick one.  Since you want to risk
getting pregnant, let's use one of the rings that's designed to let
semen get past."

"Hold it!  Are you saying a tight ring acts like a condom?"

"Yes.  I wouldn't trust it completely, but it isn't very often natural
pressure forces it past, when the ring is tight enough and I
masturbate."

I don't *want* kids.  I'm just open to the possibility, since it's
you.  Would a tighter one affect the time limit?"

"No."

"Easy choice."

She handed the smallest ring, then grinned.  "I gotta see this."

I chuckled and stretched my penis with one hand, then managed to get
the ring on and closed.  After I worked it down as far as I could
while pulling the loose skin through it, I leaned back. "Installation
complete.  Now, the part that's hard for some women to do, because
they aren't used to applying the pressure it takes to work the blood
into place.

She giggled.  "Maybe I should take a video someday."

"If you want.  Lots of them out there, now that ED isn't something
that's kept in the closet."

I put my right thumb at the junction of the top of my penis, then
pressed it down, along my penis as far as it would go.  After that I
used the other fingers to press under my scrotum, near my asshole,
then milked upwards to force the blood past the ring.

Each stroke produced a small pulse and after a while, the skin was
stretched and my dick was a bright red.  I stroked a few more times,
to really get the skin tight, then I let go and grinned.  "Start the
timer, and it's all yours."

She set the timer, then leaned in close.  "That is...  Odd looking.
You have the hardest erection I've ever seen, yet it just..."   She
reached and moved my dick around.  "Flops around.  Neat.  I can
already think of some things I'd like to try that a real erection
makes difficult or painful for the guy, if not impossible."

"Glad you see it that way.  Most women only think of what can't be
done."

"Well, since we don't have to worry about you going soft, lie on your
back and let me see if I can use you to get myself off, this time.
I've never ridden a live dildo before, and I'm thinking that even if I
get you off, I can keep going and get myself off, too.  Twenty minutes
is long enough for multiples."

I stretched out on my back, she straddled me, and she smiled a little
dreamily before she started working my chest and moving herself
around.

It wasn't long before my body took over and I lurched upwards as I
orgasmed.    She moaned, then whispered something that surprised me.

"Oh.  Wow.  That was...  Incredible.  I could tell you orgasmed, but
you didn't ejaculate anything.  Never felt anything like it."

She started working herself on me real vigorously, and I lost track of
time, until she slammed herself down and froze, then shuddered as her
own orgasm hit her.

After it was over, she went back to using me again, and it wasn't long
before she shuddered again and her walls fluttered less intensely than
they had the first time.

She sighed deeply, then let herself fall forward.

Once she settled, she kissed me and pulled back so we could see each
other.  "Well?"

I knew what she was asking, so I smiled back.  "You had the look.
Still do.  I'm happy for you.  Not many women have had it after their
first experience with the ring in place."

The bell dinged and we both laughed.

She kissed me again.  "Can you work it off without making us lose the
connection?"

"Yes.  Gotta warn you that my semen is going to escape into you."

"Delayed ejaculation?  I like it already.  I bet, with some practice,
you can take the ring off when I'm most sensitive."

"I'll repeat it. You're as adventurous as I remembered you.  Maybe
worse, now that you have choices we didn't have as kids."

I removed the ring and she was silent for awhile, then she giggled.
"It's a shame you missed my puberty.  The adventures weren't as
exciting after we moved, but I had a couple of Clyde's friends that I
tagged along after, if I could get away with it.  Clyde wasn't a
virgin by the time I decided I wanted to find out what it was like, so
he stood watch after I finally convinced one of his friends he was
going to be 'The One'.  I was thirteen when it happened, and his
friend was fifteen."

"How was it?"

"A little painful, but not bad enough I wasn't willing to try it again
in a few days.  After a bunch more times over the next few months, he
managed to get me off while he was fucking me, and I was hooked even
worse than I already was.  He was pretty ordinary, though.  It wasn't
until a couple years later I met a guy who was 'kinkier' and willing
to lick me off or fuck my ass.

"I already knew I could have multiples when I could convince my
boyfriend to keep working me with his fingers after my first one.  But
the ones triggered by that guy's tongue...  Oh, man...  He spoiled
me!"

"Sounds like a small miracle you aren't married and with a houseful of
kids."

She shivered.  "I did marry him.  We had almost six years together,
then that big flu epidemic went through here and killed a lot of
people.  He and our daughters were three of the people it killed.  For
some reason, I was immune and never caught it.  That was about...
Fifteen years ago."

"Gods, Lynnette.  I'm sorry."

I hugged her while she shivered some more.

"It's ok.  You couldn't have known.  I guess I'm mostly over it, since
I'm ready to haul you to an altar as soon as possible.  What about
you?  You sound experienced enough there must have been at least a few
women in your life who you were serious enough about."

"Several.  We like our freedom too much to settle into being a married
couple.  Things have changed quite a bit, back home, so nobody worries
about the fact a few of the women and I have been seeing each other
since high school, and still aren't married.  I guess we kind of
became our own club over the years.  I don't think about it any more.
Nobody gets jealous, and there are enough men involved that if one of
us isn't available, someone else is, usually.  Most relationships last
a year or so, then we switch to someone else.  It's mutual and just
seems to happen without much discussion.  Men and women drop out of
the swapping, but there are always others who get invited in.  Can
take years before any of us feel comfortable asking someone if they
want to join us, and it isn't unusual for all of us to get together
for a weekend so we can be together, and talk about people we'd like
to invite."

"So where would I fit in?  Any married couples in this 'club'?"

"Folks have gotten married, and stuck around as friends, but nobody
has done much swapping and they usually drop it within the first year.
This is going to sound real weird, but as far as I know, once anyone
gets married after being in the club, they don't get divorced.  Couple
of deaths have happened, and been a few marriages by the survivors."

"You're right.  That's weird.  I never expected serious swappers would
turn monogamous like that."

I stroked her face.  "Makes perfect sense to us.  We don't get married
until we're both pretty sure about each other, and in some cases we've
known each other all our adult lives.  It's like getting laid and
having temporary relationships satisfies us until we're ready to
settle into a permanent relationship.  Since we already know we can
work past problems when they happen, they aren't relationship
breaking.  They might cause a temporary breakup, but eventually we get
back together."

"Sounds more like a huge line marriage, than it does a swap club."

I laughed.  "Probably is.  Selective swap clubs are more acceptable
than line marriages.  If we started thinking we were all married to
each other, it would add tensions we don't need, that's all.  All I
can say is that it's worked, and I'm not going to think about why I
feel so right about dropping out to get married to you.  It's
something that was impulsive, but..."

She kissed me.  "it's ok.  I listen to my emotions, too.  Someday I'd
like to meet all these people.  Would any of them come to our
wedding?"

"With some warning, I think all of them would show up, or even plan it
for us."

She sighed.  "That sounds nice, but we'd better get married locally.
I've lived here ever since we moved in when I was a kid, and people
would feel cheated if I didn't have it here.  I'm not the only flu
widow, either.  We sort of banded together like you and that club,
except it started as more of a shared pain thing to help each other.
Most of my sex partners are from that group.  Nothing serious, though.
Maybe the memories keep us apart, more than make us want to get
married or get real serious again."

She rolled off me and snuggled next to me.  "Enough gloomy stuff.  You
said five minutes, and we've used that and more, up, but I'm more
interested in sharing the afterglow so we make this a Christmas Eve we
want to remember, and repeat.  You want to spend the night in front of
the fireplace, or in bed?"

"It was a long, stressful day.  I was paying attention, but it was a
struggle to stay awake, so I'm fine if we just stay where we are.
Thanks...  Is it ok if I call you 'Lynne'?"

"That's fine.  We'd better wait a little before you call me 'Dinky' in
public."

"Yeah.  When you grew up, you *really* grew up, and out, didn't you.
Bet it surprised people."

She laughed.  "It upset Clyde.  I'm taller than he is and sometimes I
tease him by calling him my 'little brother'."

"I bet he got a lot of friends because they wanted to get to you and
have a chance at your tits, right?"

"Definitely.  I don't think his friends ever figured out that I knew
what was going on when he charged them for a chance to see me naked. I
think mom knew what was going on, but she never said anything about
it, except she once mentioned she'd paid for some of her party dresses
by making her brothers and their friends pay her if they wanted to see
her naked when she was a teen."

"Sounds like exhibitionism runs in the family, on the female side."

"Yes.  Way mom was, I never would have guessed she'd done that sort of
stuff."

"All I remember is that she treated me like I was family when I was
around.  Food was good, too, but looking back, I can't tell you if it
really was, or if I thought it was because it wasn't stuff I got at
home."

"Probably both reasons.  She worked here as a cook until she met 'Mr.
Right', married him, then moved away.  Last I heard, a couple years
ago, they're still together and doing fine."

"Couple years?"

"We were close, but never real close.  Same for me and Clyde.  It's
sort of a 'no news is good news' thing.  We all have our own lives,
and it takes something serious to get us together again.  Our wedding
will probably do it."

"Sounds like we'd better have it in a pretty large place.  I don't
know the exact count, but if you add the people I work with, there
must be at least fifty to one hundred people who would show up if I
invited them all."

"And you'd like to?"

"Yes."

"Would it be easier if we had two ceremonies?  One here, and one
there?"

"I doubt it.  Create a lot of bad feelings if we did."

"Ok.  Let go so I can get some blankets and pillows, then we'll
snuggle and call it a night."

I let go, she got up, and when she started walking away I laughed,
which stopped her.  She looked over her shoulder at me.  "So?"

"I'm sorry!  I couldn't stop myself when I got a good look at your
ass.  It's like it's telling the world 'Fuck me!', because anyone with
any sort of experience is going to know you must be some sort of anal
erotic, and have a size fetish, too.  No wonder I could feel it
through your pants."

"Ok.  Now that you've seen mine, do I get to see yours?"

I grinned and rolled over, then waited.

She finally laughed.  "Bad case of taking one to know one.  Which are
you?  Bi, or have an anal fetish, yourself?"

I rolled back.  "I'm pure het, but I like toys in my ass when I
masturbate, sometimes.  Been doing it long enough that I can't hide it
when I'm naked"

"Got your own collection?"

"Of course, including a strap on for any woman I trust enough."

"What about using it for a double penetration?"

"Yes, I have a special harness for that, and I managed to find a
special double dong that fits in a harness, then goes in your ass to
anchor it.  I've been told that it's a lot different than using one of
the standard ones that goes in your cunt."

"Sounds like we'll be busy for a few years.  Be right back.  Take a
bathroom break if you need it, because I plan on anchoring you for the
rest of the night."

I chuckled.  "Don't take this wrong, Lynne.  You were never a
masturbation fantasy of mine.  Had too many other girls that were
available for that, and once I started fucking them, I guess I did it
right, because I can't remember ever having a wet dream because I
wasn't getting laid.

"Anyway. I've heard about that 'know you're right for each other'
stuff, and I've had the 'know we're going to fuck like rabbits the
first time we met' happen to me, but I never dreamed I'd have the 'I'm
in love and I know we're right for each other' stuff happen to me.
Sounds crazy, but after all these years, I know I want to be
monogamous, with you.  I'm not saying you have to be."

"Umm...  Tell you what I feel about that when I figure it out.
Bathroom is second door on the right as you go down the hallway.
Master bedroom is first door on the left, and it has its own bathroom.
Your choice.  I'll be in  the garage, digging out some of the extra
stuff from storage."

I got done before she returned, so I went looking for her, and wound
up helping her dig things out and carry them back and lay them out.

After she was satisfied with the sleeping arrangements she took her
break.

We talked it over, she installed a condom, just in case, then we
snuggled and went to sleep.

Sometime later I woke up when a hand started working me, then I felt
her butt press against me and I entered what had to be her asshole.
She squirmed a little, then let go and shoved backwards, hard, before
I went limp, then she sighed and spoke softly.

"Merry Christmas, Lee."

I put an arm over her to help hold us together, then I kissed the back
of her neck and whispered...

"Merry Christmas, Dinky."
---

End, 'Dinky'
---

Author's comment:

On December 23 I woke up from a very intense dream that ended with a
vivid sexual encounter, and since it stayed with me after I woke up, I
decided to see about turning it into a Christmas story.

All I kept was her name and nick name, the fact she had an older
brother who had been a friend of the main character, and the idea of
their reunion being the result of a chance encounter many years later

My intention was to write a simple story about a chance encounter
between friends who had lost track of each other, and some intense
slammy-bammy, then end it with the usual HEA stuff, since it's written
for Christmas.

I wrote the story I wanted to write, but it wasn't the short and
simple one I expected.
~~~

Domestic Partner
---

My husband found me in the kitchen, with my head bowed.

"Honey?"

I gestured at the table, and the green envelope that was on it.  "Our
request to have a child of our own has been approved."

He hugged me fiercely.  "Great!"

When I didn't respond with my usual ardor, I felt him stiffen, then he
let go and raised my head so he could look in my eyes.  "What's wrong?
I thought you'd be...  Happy.  We've waited so long..."

I jerked myself out of his arms and turned away.  "Yes.  I'm ecstatic.
Read the damn letter."

I knew when he finished, because I heard a chair slide, then a thump
as he dropped into it.  "Shit.  I never dreamed they wouldn't want any
of my genes passed on.  That's so rare..."

I sat across from him and waited for him to recover.  After he looked
at me I tried to smile, and knew I failed.  "I'm scared.  Honey?
What's it like?"

"They'll have to stop your shots."

"I *know* that much.  Can we get a loan or something, so I can be a
donor, instead of...  You know."

He shook his head wearily.  "I'm sorry, honey.  It will be another
five years before we can get another loan, and they want this baby as
soon as you can have it."

"I was hoping..."

I sighed.  "Ok.  I read the letter, and I hoped you'd see a way for me
to avoid this.  You know how I feel about...  Domestic partners."

"I know, Honey.  It will only be until the pregnancy is confirmed, and
the baby is born, then we can shove whoever it is, out of our lives so
we can raise the baby the way we want to raise it."

I looked at the wall, out the window...  Anywhere except at my
husband, while I thought about Fate's cruel trick.

He waited for me to make the decision that we both knew wasn't one.

Finally I smiled bitterly and spoke gently.

"If we're lucky, she'll only be in our lives for nine months and a
little extra.  I'm not a good judge, so you pick her for me, and...
When I'm trying to get her pregnant, I want you to fuck my ass like
you're making the baby that we *really* want."
~~~

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