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Daily Sexy Musing: Cooking and Sexy Chefs

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A nice, romantic meal has plenty of sex appeal. Most people don’t deny that. It’s the foundation of many quality dates that often result in memorable lovemaking. I certainly appreciate it, but there’s also something to be said about the act of cooking itself. I strongly believe that too can have a unique bit of sex appeal.

Now, I’m somewhat bias when I say this because cooking is kind of a big deal in my family. My father is a great cook. My mother is a great cook. Many of my close relatives approach cooking with a passion that you don’t often see outside of a syndicated cooking show. There are more than a few stories about how cooking served as a foundation for a relationship.

Those stories are private and not for me to share. I’ll only note that cooking skills probably played a role in some very memorable nights and for good reason. It’s one thing to have all the right ingredients. Being able to put them together into something delicious takes a mix of skill and talent. When done right, it can be a very sexy combination.

It’s one thing to pay someone else to cook your food. When someone you love cooks it for you, the simple act of sharing a meal gains a more intimate meaning. It helps fill one basic need while acting as a catalyst for another. In terms of overall sex appeal, it’s a perfect two-for-one deal. As such, don’t be surprised if this Daily Sexy Musing makes you both hungry and horny. Enjoy!

The water is boiling.

The ingredients are mixed.

The meat is searing.

The oven is hot.

Everywhere around you, there is a growing heat. It’s a tasty heat, one that lingers with every breath I take. I can taste your labor from afar, but they are just samples of the feast to come. Watching you, my hunger grows. However, that is not the only need I seek to sate.

Before, there was just a collection of food and ingredients. On their own, they were nothing more than food. In your hands, they become something more. With the right preparation and care, it becomes more than just a meal. It stands as a work of art, albeit one we consume. For once, my stomach, my heart, and my loins all conspire to spark my desire.

You mix it all together.

You present it in perfect proportions.

You serve it and yourself in a single dish.

The heat from the kitchen follows us to the table. From the first bite to the last, I taste your amorous effort. It’s as though you injected your passion for me in every scrap. Like the rarest spice mixed in with the rarest fruits, I savor every last morsel. Every sound I make echoes with my loving approval.

As you look at me, I let you know that I am fed. However, I am not satisfied. Even after my stomach is full, there are other appetites that have not yet quenched. To do so requires a different kind of heat, but you need not worry.

You cooked the perfect meal.

I shall serve the perfect desert.

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Helga Pataki: Profile Of A Tragic Love Story (From A 90s Kids Cartoon)

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I was lucky to be a kid in the 1990s. Talk to most people my age and they’ll agree. The 1990s was a golden age for cartoons. That may seem somewhat egocentric, but I’ve yet to hear a convincing counter-argument. This was the era that brought us the animated classes for “X-Men,” “Batman,” “Daria,” “Animaniacs,” and so much more.

As a kid during that era, there were many great shows that I still hold dear to my heart. I’ve mentioned a few of them in the past. A few of these shows hold up, even by today’s standards. I contend that the “Batman” animated series only gets better with age. One show, however, has taken on a very different meaning over the years the air and, being an aspiring romance writer, it still resonates with me.

That show is “Hey Arnold!” and for most cartoon-loving kids in the 1990s, this was one of the best shows that didn’t involve talking babies. It was a unique show that followed a diverse cast of characters, each with their own unique connection to the titular Arnold. By almost any measure, Arnold was a lovable, relateable idealist who you just can’t help but root for.

How can you not love that football shaped head?

He’s loyal, altruistic, friendly, compassionate, and empathetic. Even as a 4th grader, he’s the kind of kid you want to be friends with. He’ll go to bat for you. He’ll stand by you when the chips are down. When the whole world around him is wrong, he’ll stand for what’s right. Whether it’s the 90s or today, there’s a lot to like about a character like that.

However, the best part of “Hey Arnold!” isn’t how inherently likable Arnold is. In fact, one of the most endearing sub-plots of the show is built around a character who, on paper, couldn’t be more different. That character is Helga Pataki, the short-tempered, overly hostile, overly dramatic girl who often threatens others with her fists.

She’s also secretly in love with Arnold. It’s not just a childish crush, either. She’s really in love with Arnold.

When I watched this show as a kid, I thought that crush was kind of odd. It’s not that I didn’t care for romantic sub-plots. Even as a kid, I enjoyed romance, even in cartoons. It was one of the reasons I loved the 90s Marvel cartoons so much. I just didn’t understand the romance in “Hey Arnold!” Then, when I watched it with a more refined perspective, it gained a whole new context.

In essence, the love story of Helga and Arnold is built around tragedy, but somehow manages to feel sincere and genuine. It’s a love story that initially comes off as obsessive and unhealthy. However, as we learn more about each character, they gain more complexity. With each subsequent refinement, it becomes clear just how much these two complement each other.

It’s worth reiterating that this is a kids show from the 1990s. Things like tragedy, romance, and chemistry are things that usually don’t fit into a show within the pre-Spongebob Nickelodeon era. Even within those limitations, the complicated love story between Helga and Arnold is surprisingly mature.

To appreciate the depth of that story, it’s necessary to understand some of Helga’s story. Even by the skewed standards of a kids cartoon, it’s pretty sad. Helga does not come from a nurturing, supportive environment. Her parents are a wreck. Her father is a self-centered blowhard who cares more about his business than his family. Her mother is a dazed alcoholic who always seems hung over.

Then, there’s her older sister, Olga. She’s basically the perfect daughter who sucks up all the attention in her family. She’s sweet, successful, kind, and an overachiever. She sets the bar so high that Helga has no chance of ever matching it, so she doesn’t even try. As such, her parents barely notice her. Her father often forgets her name. Most of the time, she just calls her “the girl.”

This pretty much sums it up.

This is not a happy home life for anyone, let a lone a 4th grade kid. Nobody pays attention to her. Nobody shows her any semblance of affection or love. Nobody is even nice to her. Then, she meets Arnold. He’s the first person to show her real, sincere kindness. It’s not out of pity, either. That’s just the kind of person Arnold is. Naturally, it makes an impression.

It’s a tragic foundation for any love story, but it’s one that isn’t fully fleshed out until later seasons. If there’s one episode that defines Helga’s character, it’s Season 4, Episode 78, entitled “Helga on the Couch.” This is the episode that lays bare just how tragic her life was and still is. It also puts all the obsessive feelings she has for Arnold into a larger context.

It’s almost disturbing how sad things were for her. As early as pre-school, we see just how neglected she was. We also see just how big an influence Arnold was for her at that moment.

Again, it’s worth reiterating that this is a kids show. If there were a story about a pre-school kid who was that neglected by her family, it would make headlines and stir plenty of outrage on social media. However, “Hey Arnold!” managed to make this distressing story feel genuine and heartfelt.

The romance isn’t entirely one-sided, either. In the early seasons of the show, Arnold mostly saw Helga as his bully. He rarely saw her as anything more than that. However, as the show went on, he starts noticing her complexities. He even manages to get through her tough, hostile exterior on a few occasions.

While there are more than a few occasions when she comes close to confessing her feelings for him, it’s not until the series finale/movie that they actually become an item, at least as much as a couple of 4th graders can be. The way they go about is part of what makes the romance feel genuine.

It doesn’t just revolve around Helga finally coming clean. Without getting too heavy into spoilers, Arnold gets to see first-hand just how far Helga is willing to go for him. She shows him with her actions how much she cares. It’s not something she could ever put into words and not just because she’s a kid. Remember, she comes from a home where she never got a shred of affection from anyone.

This moment, which was a culmination of many hints and sub-plots that developed over many seasons, is incredibly cathartic. Even my inner 90s kid could appreciate it. It effectively completed a journey that started with the first episode. Helga starts off as this obsessive, stalker-like bully. Then, over time, we understand why she feels the way she does and why Arnold reacts to it so strongly.

It’s still tragic on many levels. As a foundation for romance, Helga and Arnold don’t start off on the right foot. This is a relationship that could’ve easily become a one-sided affair that quickly devolved into stalking. Somehow, “Hey Arnold!” managed to make it work. It even managed to make it feel sweet.

The fact that such a complicated, yet genuine romance could manifest in a kids show is further evidence that the 1990s truly was a golden age for cartoons. For that reason, and many others, “Hey Arnold!” and the unique love story it told will have a special place in my heart.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Captain Marvel #9

If you want to know the true character of a superhero, then just look at how they handle themselves when their powers are weakened or removed. The heroes with the strongest character won’t change in the slightest. They’ll keep being a hero. They just have to adapt to their limitations. The lousy ones tend to cower and whine like a kid who lost their binkie.

Carol Danvers has a history of losing her powers, her identity, and her bodily autonomy. Her character has been tested more than most and, through many setbacks and losses, she never stops being the hero she strives to be. Now, Kelly Thompson and Carmen Carnero are testing her again in “Captain Marvel #9,” but it’s a different test of character.

For the past few issues, Carol has been having issues with both her powers and her public image. She couldn’t handle a standard tentacle monster that seems to attack New York every other day in the Marvel universe. On top of that, news got out of her Kree Heritage, as revealed in “The Life of Captain Marvel.” Now, her status in the Air Force and the public trust she’s worked so hard to earn is in question.

If that weren’t challenging enough, there’s a new female hero in town named Star who may or may not be tied to her recent issues, but is already becoming more popular. That’s a lot of challenges, to say the least.

However, “Captain Marvel #9” does not devolve into another story about a superhero becoming paralyzed by vulnerability and self-doubt. It certainly has all the right ingredients for that kind of struggle, but that’s not the direction that Thompson goes and that’s refreshing. There are enough stories about superheroes losing their powers and whining about it. Carol Danvers doesn’t whine. She confronts that shit.

She even finds time to squeeze in a little sexy time with her boyfriend, James “War Machine” Rhodes. Powers and reputation are important, but so is spending quality time with her significant other. Say what you want about Carol, but she knows how to prioritize. That, alone, is a strong measure of her character.

It also establishes that Carol isn’t going to deal with these challenges alone. She accepts help from the likes of Rhodes, Tony Stark, and her long-time friend, Jessica “Spider-Woman” Drew. She doesn’t always accept it immediately, but she does accept it in the spirit of finding answers.

That’s not to say she does so without an attitude. She’s still Carol Danvers. She has an attitude, regardless of what’s going on with her powers and reputation. She may lose her strength, but she doesn’t lose her edge. Thompson makes it a point to demonstrate that on many occasions and not all of them involve a shirtless James Rhodes.

There’s a bigger mystery at work and it’s not just about Carol’s powers. There are issues surrounding the tentacle monster that Carol fought, as well as the recent appearance of Star. Some of those issues are explored more than others, but they all seem to have a common link.

Carol is still trying to be the same Carol she’s always been, but that’s just not possible anymore. She’s half-Kree. She knows this and now the entire world knows this. In a perfect world, that wouldn’t matter. She would still be the same person she’s always been and the people who adore her would just shrug it off.

However, the Marvel Universe is not a perfect world. It may have Deadpool and Squirrel Girl, but it’s far from perfect. People are still paranoid and untrusting for all the wrong reasons. It’s the same world that takes J. Jonah Jameson seriously. It has many flaws and they do put a strain on Carol’s efforts.

That’s what helps give “Captain Marvel #9” the necessary impact. Carol doesn’t lament or whine about the declining state of her powers, but she does show moments of frustration. It’s a fitting reminder that she still has a human side. It still bothers her when a part of her identity is taken because the public is uncomfortable with her heritage. It also bothers her that a new hero is in town to show her up in her weakened state.

She could whine about it like a teenage Peter Parker. She could use it as an excuse to be an asshole to her friends, as well. Plenty of other A-list superheroes have made similar excuses for less valid reasons. That’s not what she does, though. Thompson and Carnero don’t let Carol fall into that same trap. It’s a reflection of the kind of hero she is.

Beyond just providing Carol with a test of character, “Captain Marvel #9” also deepens the mystery surrounding her new Kree heritage. There are a few unexpected twists that add both complications and intrigue. For a story that could’ve easily become a predictable diatribe about a hero losing their powers, it’s both relieving and refreshing.

If nothing else, “Captain Marvel #9” proves that Carol Danvers has the character of a hero, regardless of superpowers or public perception. Having all those traits and still finding time to get sexy with James Rhodes further affirms that she deserves our admiration and respect.

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Sex Robots And Sexy Short Stories: A (Big) Response And New Ideas

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Whenever I write one of my Sexy Short Stories, I do so not knowing whether it’ll resonate with audiences. Like any other media or genre, it really is a crap shoot. You have no idea what’s going to hit and most of the time, the stuff you think will hit ends up missing.

Well, in the past couple days, I’m dealing with the biggest hit I’ve had since I started writing these Sexy Short Stories. Fittingly enough, it’s all thanks to sex robots.

It’s kind of fitting. I write articles about them. Now, my most successful short story in terms of traffic and upvotes on Reddit is built around them. To date, I’ve written three short stories involving sex robots.

Eva One’s First Test

Adam One’s First Test

My First Sex Robot

Just this past week, “My First Sex Robot” became the most successful to date. It received over 60 upvotes on Reddit and garnered more positive comments than any other story to date. On top of that, I got a considerable spike in traffic on this website, thanks to that story.

I don’t know if it’s just timing or a fluke, but there seems to be a market and an appetite for stories featuring sex robots. Since writing sexy short stories is one of my passions, I’d like to fill that need.

With that in mind, I’d like to use this opportunity to solicit input. Sex robots are an emerging technology. It’s something that most still see as curiosity or a peculiarity. I suspect they’re going to be much more than that in the coming years. I’d like to get ahead of that curve, as much as possible.

To do so, there are many questions to contemplate. This is a new technology and an emerging genre. What do you, the readers, want in a story about sex robots? I’m not just talking about sex robots being a minor plot detail. What kind of story do you want to read when sex robots are the center of the story?

Do you want to read a story that’s told completely from the point of view of the sex robot?

Do you want to read about how people and users react to sex robots?

Do you want to read about the emotional connections that these robots form with their lovers?

Do you want to read about new and unique sex acts that are only possible with a sex robot?

Do you to read about the artificial intelligence aspect of sex robots?

Do you want to read about how sex robots change or subvert romance?

Do you want to read about robots falling in love when they’re not supposed to?

I’m sure I’m missing a few questions, but that’s exactly why I’m making this post. Please, if you can, take the time to let me know what kind of stories you want me to write on this topic. I’ve already got a few other stories in the works, but I’d like to focus more on sex robots for future stories. I want to see if I can break new ground in this genre.

To those who helped make “My First Sex Robot” such an unexpected success, I thank you. Now, let’s build on it!

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When Sex Is Divorced From Reproduction: The Possibilities And Implications

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Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago in humanity’s history when finding food was a matter of survival. It wasn’t as simple as walking into the nearest grocery store and buying whatever was on sale. Individuals, governments, and societies dedicated a good chunk of their time and energy into securing a stable food source. Those who didn’t were usually the first victims of the next famine.

These days, getting a meal is less about survival and more about logistics. Thanks to major advances in agricultural science, including those of the late Norman Borlaug, we have so much abundant food that overeating is now a bigger problem than famine. Hunger is still a major issue for certain parts of the world, but it’s more a logistical issue than a resource issue.

Once food was divorced from famine and survival, it changed the way society approached it. Most people don’t even think about where they’re going to get their next meal. Their main concern is whether it’ll be a tasty meal.

With this critical need met, we can focus more time and energy on other matters. Even before science gave us abundant food, sex and reproduction was usually our second most pressing focus. It’s the other powerful drive that unites us all as a species. As a result, it’s subject to all sorts of taboos and has been central to multiple revolutions.

There’s no question that technology has impacted sexuality every bit as much as it impacted food production. Even advances unrelated to sex, especially anti-biotics, affected various attitudes and norms. However, even with these advances, sex maintains much of its primary function in that it’s still necessary for reproduction.

With that in mind, what happens when that’s no longer the case?

What happens to sex when it’s completely divorced from reproduction?

This isn’t another speculative thought experiment. This process is already unfolding. I would argue that it started on July 25, 1978 when the first baby was born from in vitro fertilization. Since then, over 8 million babies have been born through this technology. That is not a trivial number when we’re dealing with human lives.

Just take a step back to appreciate the implications of these lives. They were all conceived and birthed without sex. In centuries past, this was grounds for a miracle that could serve as a basis for a major religion. These days, it’s so routine that it never makes the news. Most people don’t think about it. It helps that these people are just as healthy and prosperous as those who were conceived with sex.

In the near future, this could change as well. Late last year, our technology went a step further beyond conceiving babies through in vitro fertilization with the birth of the first genetically edited babies in China. Now, it’s not just normal babies being born through this technology. Thanks to tools like CRISPR, children born without sex could be healthier and stronger than those conceived through sex.

Again, that is not a trivial detail. It’s one thing for technology to simply match a natural process, especially one as critical as human reproduction. Once it starts doing it better than nature, then that’s a huge paradigm shift. It might even be a point of no return. Having babies through sex is still a thing, but it’s no longer the most effective way to have healthy, strong children.

While this has generated plenty of controversy around topics like designer babies, there hasn’t been as much discussion about what this means for sex. If sex is no longer the primary method for reproduction, or the safest for that matter, what happens to our society? What happens to centuries of taboos, attitudes, traditions, and gender roles?

It’s difficult to speculate, but some have tried. In a recent article with the BBC, author Henry T. Greely laid out a general timeline. It doesn’t rely entirely on huge leaps in reproductive technology. It simply follows the trends that began with in vitro fertilization. In the interview, these are just a few thoughts he shared.

In 20 to 40 years, most people all over the world with good health coverage will choose to conceive in a lab. Like most things, there will be a fair amount of visceral negative reaction initially, but as time goes on and kids prove not to have two heads and a tail, the public will come not only to tolerate but to prefer reproducing non-sexually.

From a logistic and public health standpoint, this makes sense. Any healthy and prosperous society would want to promote the birth of healthy children in a manner that preserves the health of the mother. With technology like in vitro and CRISPR, it might very well be preferable because it means fewer diseases, lower health care costs, and fewer burdens on parents.

That doesn’t even begin to factor in the impact of more advanced reproductive technologies. With advances like artificial wombs in development, sex wouldn’t just be divorced from reproduction. Reproduction might not require any intimate connection whatsoever. At that point, sex for reproduction is akin to drinking unpasteurized milk.

Will people still have sex at that point? I believe they will. Unless we radically change our bodies all at once, the hardware for sex will still be present. The drive to do it will still be there as well, although some might opt to turn it off if that were an option. Regardless of any lingering attitudes and taboos, there’s no getting around it. Sex still feels good. It’s still a profoundly intimate act with many health benefits.

How people go about it will likely change. A great many taboos about sex stem from its role in reproduction. Much of the stigma surrounding promiscuity and traditional gender roles have a basis in highlighting the importance of sex in the propagation of our society and species. If are reckless about it, then that can spread disease, destabilize families, and create unhealthy environments for children.

Going back to the parallels with food, the same logic was once used to discourage gluttony. For much of human history, we had to be careful with how we consumed our food. If people consumed too much and were reckless with our eating habits, then they were ill-prepared for the next famine that inevitably came.

While sex and reproduction are still very different from consuming food, the influence of technology had a major impact on collective attitudes. We don’t look at people who overeat the same way we look at people who have lots of sex. Both may still draw scorn, but few will worry for the survival of the future of their community if a handful of people overeat.

At the moment, there are very real concerns surrounding falling birth rates and people having less sex than ever before. In some countries, the low birth rates are seen as an outright crisis that has also fueled ongoing debates surrounding immigration. Crisis or not, this situation is adding more urgency to the development of reproductive technologies. That, along with the decline in sex, could hasten this pending divorce.

Once it’s finalized, what form will sex take? It could simply become an act of intimacy or recreation. Humans might ultimately treat it the same way Bonobo monkeys treat it. It’s just an intimate activity that people do. Reproduction never even enters the conversation. People save that for when they want to design their baby.

It could also gain another purpose entirely. Maybe sex becomes less an act of intimacy and more an elaborate handshake, of sorts. It could be seen as a way of establishing trust or differentiating between casual acquaintances and close friends. In that world, friends with benefits are just friends. The benefits are implied by the friendship.

There’s also the very real possibility that people will just lose interest in sex. If there’s no reason to do it and it has no bearing on the growth of a society, then it just might be an afterthought. People might still do it, but those who do would be like the people who still have their own gardens in the backyard. It’s a quaint echo of our past that most have moved past.

These are possibilities. For now, there are no inevitabilities with respect to how we’ll approach sex once it’s no longer necessary for reproduction. It’ll likely be several decades before reproductive technology gets to a point where it’s preferable to sex, both for individuals and societies at large. Until then, this lengthy divorce is already at the early stages. It’s just a matter of how messy it’ll get in the coming years.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Good Sexting Edition

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Sexting tends to get a bad rap and for good reason. Whether you call it sexting or sexy texting, there’s an inherent risk to transmitting your sexiest data through the dense web of connections that make up the internet. You don’t have to look far to find a sexting scandal, especially if it involves teenagers or a congressperson.

At times, it feels like a full-blown moral panic. Like most moral panics, though, the danger is mostly in the headlines. The truth is often less lurid than we’re led to believe, but on the issue of sexting, I believe there’s an intimacy that goes beyond the scandals.

We live in an increasingly connected world. More and more people build their lives around their smartphones. You can have opinions on whether or not that’s a good thing, but like it or not, this is how people are communicating. This is just one of the many ways they exchange intimacy. It doesn’t have to be scandalous. It can be as sincere is giving someone a gift.

If you’re a decent, consenting adult sharing intimate words or images, then sexting isn’t much different from dirty phone calls. For couples who can’t always be close enough to get frisky, it can provide a level of intimacy that wasn’t possible until recently. For this round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts, I’d like to celebrate the positive side of sexting. It is there. You just have to look beyond the scandal. Enjoy!


“A good partner knows how to earn an orgasm, but a good lover knows how to give one.”


“If a date is basically an oral exam, then quality lovemaking counts as a A-plus.”


“Genital piercings say as much about the people who like them as they do about the people who get them.”


“Being rich and beautiful will give you options in matters of sex, but it cannot give you prowess.”


“There’s a good chance that you exist because one of your ancestors was a slut.”


“Winning isn’t everything, but it’s considerably harder to get laid when you lose.”


“A mistress is a basically a prostitute that someone convinces to work for free.”


Again, and I wish I didn’t have to make this disclaimer, but sexting does carry risks. Doing it with someone you don’t trust is like having unsafe sex. It can have major consequences for you and all your future lovers. When done right, it can convey intimacy at a distance. With that, I urge any one who sends sexy texts to be safe, smart, and loving.

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“My First Sex Robot” A Sexy Short Story (About Sex Robots)

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The following is a sexy short story about sex robots, the near future, and what it may do for birthday presents moving forward. I’ve written a lot about the potential and controversies surrounding sex robots, but there will always be room for the sexy stories they inspire. This is just one of them. Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday, son! Hope she gives you the joy you deserve.”

That was the sentimental message that Tom Woolf read on the birthday card his father left him just before leaving on a business trip. While it wasn’t the first time his dad had been gone on his birthday, he’d never left such an unexpected gift. Tom was usually content with a gift card or cash, but his father went the extra mile this year. He might have even gone too far.

“Greetings, Thomas Alford Woolf,” said a strong, feminine voice. “My name is Alice, Version 2.8. I am a Romantix Companions sex robot. I specialize in providing intimate company to teenage boys.”

Tom stood in the middle of his bedroom, his mouth hung open in shock. He blinked a few times in disbelief, wanting to make sure this was real. Near as he could tell, it was no elaborate fantasy. His father had bought him – his teenage son who never had a girlfriend – a sex robot.

It had been waiting for him in some oversized crate that stood next to his bed. As soon as he entered his room, it opened automatically and a very shapely, very naked female figure emerged from it. Tom tried to approach it, but froze halfway. He wasn’t sure whether he should be ecstatic or appalled.

“Um…hi?” was all Tom managed to get out.

“Hello,” Alice replied in her robotic, yet feminine tone. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tom. I look forward to satisfying your sexual needs.”

Those words were the basis of so many sexual fantasies. Hearing them out loud, even from a robot, sent Tom’s mind and genitals into overdrive. Having just gotten home from school, expecting to enjoy an empty basement for the afternoon, he needed several moments to make sense of it all.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been that surprised. His father, after all, was an executive at Piermann Robotics. Romantix Companions was a subsidy of that company and one his Uncle James joked about every chance he got. He could only imagine what his Uncle would say about this, but he might not have been surprised, either. As Tom approached the stunning female figure, he surmised his father’s twisted logic.

“You’ve really done it now, Dad,” he said distantly. “You’re as eccentric as everyone says you are…just not in the way they think.”

Tom might have been young, but he wasn’t stupid. Everyone thought his dad was off, even before he divorced his first wife. However, he often sold himself as a radical pragmatist. He liked coming up with crazy solutions that made too much sense. Getting his teenage son a sex robot after moving to a new town definitely counted.

It wasn’t like Tom hid his disdain for moving. This new town was over 800 miles from the place he’d grown up. All those friends he’d made at his old school were now in another time zone. Among those friends was Alana Fairchild, a girl he’d been seeing since freshman year. She’d been his first kiss. For a while, Tom thought she’d be his first lover. Then, his dad told him they had to pack up and move because he’d gotten a major promotion at the company.

That was over a year ago and Tom still hadn’t recovered. His new school was decent, but he struggled to make friends. He struggled even more with girls. He and Alana hadn’t parted under friendly terms. After he told her he was moving, she pretended they were never a thing. It broke his heart. Getting over his parents’ divorce was easier. At least that happened before he was a teenager.

His father must have thought, with that quirky brain of his, that a sex robot could help. As it just so happened, he was in a position to get one. Sex robots were still new, but only rich people could afford them. Tom had yet to hear a case of some teenager’s rich father buying him one for his birthday. For all he knew, he was the first.

“Alice,” Tom said, finally breaking the silence. “Just out of curiosity, how much personal info did my father give you?”

“Only as much as necessary,” she responded.

“And that entails what, exactly?” he asked anxiously.

“Nothing he could not readily obtain from personal memory, social media, and basic knowledge of a teenage male. While I cannot divulge my source code, I can confirm that your father customized me to serve you and only you. My physical appearance, my personality, and even my emotional core was designed with you in mind.”

“Your emotional core? So…you have feelings?”

“Of course, I do,” she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She smiled at him. It was not some pre-recorded response. Now standing right in front of her, he could sense how real those feelings were.

Alice was definitely not the clunky robots from his father’s youth. She looked very real. If she were to walk down the street, nobody would’ve suspected she was a robot. They just would’ve seen a beautiful young woman with a beautiful feminine figure. Being so close to her, he nervously reached out to touch her. He was so overwhelmed that he trembled.

“It’s okay, Tom. Go on. Touch me,” Alice told him, still smiling.

She gently grasped his wrists and guided his hands onto her face. Much to his amazement, it felt real. There was nothing fake or plastic about it. Alice’s skin felt like real human flesh, warmth and all.

With his hands on her face, Tom scrutinized the rest of her body. In addition to feeling real, her beauty was every bit as real. She looked like a mash-up of every female pop star, porn star, and actress. There wasn’t a single blemish on her skin. She had an incredibly feminine physique, complete with shapely hips and ample breasts.

At the same time, her beauty wasn’t overdone. She had the figure of a model, but the overall looks of some cute girl who lived down the street. Given his father’s connections, she could’ve looked like something out of this world. Tom was glad that wasn’t the case. Alice looking and feeling so life-like made the whole idea easier to process.

Then, there were the more intimate features of Alice’s body. Near as he could tell, her breasts, butt, and genitals were just as real. He’d seen enough porn and R-rated movies to know how they look. However, he was still hesitant to confirm that.

“Your hands are soft,” she said. “Here. Feel my breasts and pussy.”

Alice didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Still gripping her wrists, she guided one hand to her breast and the other between her legs. Tom almost fell over himself. He must have looked foolish because he swore Alice snickered at him.

Despite blushing profusely, he maintained his composure. He also affirmed that Romantix Companions knew the intricacies of female anatomy. Her soft, fleshy breast felt as real as her face. The features of her genitalia were just as life-like. Tom had passed health class in high school. He knew the difference between a vagina, a labia, and a vulva. However, knowing the difference was not the same as feeling the difference.

“Wow, that’s…wow,” he stammered.

“That’s it. Don’t be shy,” said Alice. “I want you to touch my body. It feels good.”

“It feels good?” he asked, not forgetting that she was a robot.

“Yes, it does,” she said with a humored laugh. “My body is laden with tactile sensors. Touching stimulates them. The data they generate is akin to pleasure. Some elicit more data than others.”

She made her point by encouraging more touch. He urged him to squeeze her breast, pinch her nipples, and finger her vagina. Again, it took him by surprise. At the same time, it reassured him that Alice was more than just a sex toy.

Her breasts didn’t just feel real. She reacted to how he fondled them. Her reactions were even stronger with how he touched her pussy. Tom might have known the basic of female anatomy, but he had little direct experience with it. He and his ex-girlfriend never got that far in their relationship. She’d showed him her breasts, but he’d never seen her naked, let alone touched her genitals.

Despite his lack of familiarity, Tom learned quickly from her reactions. Through fondling and fingering, he got a feel for how Alice liked to be touched. He couldn’t be sure whether a woman’s pussy functioned the same, but Alice’s favorable moans gave him certainty. It also revealed that not every feature was purely mechanical.

“Alice, you’re uh…wet,” Tom said, smiling awkwardly.

“I know. That’s because I’m sexually aroused,” said Alice. “That means I’m horny.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of a given,” he laughed, “it’s just…”

“I understand. My synthetic flesh takes some getting used to, but my physiological response is designed to closely mirror that of a biological woman. That means I secrete fluids. That also means I can have real orgasms.”

“Real orgasms?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“If you consider an orgasm to be a release of pleasure and pleasure to be stimulus and stimulus to be data…then yes, my orgasms are as real.”

Tom removed his hand from her inner thighs. His fingers dripped with viscous fluid. He didn’t know how close it mirrored a woman. For all he knew, there was a miniature tank inside Alice and the fluid was discount baby oil.

He looked at his fingers and then back at Alice. Robot or not, she conveyed an affectionate sentiment. In her, he didn’t just see a robot. He saw someone who genuinely wanted him. Having touched her naked body and affirmed her sentience, Tom wanted her too.

“Now that you know my features, would you like to have sex with me, Tom?” she asked him.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He was a lonely, horny teenager. Robot or not, a beautiful woman just offered him sex. It was still his birthday, after all. He couldn’t think of a better gift.

“Yes. Yes, I would,” he said, no longer stammering with his words.

“Wonderful!” Alice said with uncanny excitement. “Do you need assistance in getting undressed?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind. This is uh…my first time, after all.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. My protocols have prepared me for just such a scenario.”

Those words raised all sorts of questions. Did his father specifically program Alice to help him lose his virginity? Did Romantix Companions make robots that specialized in helping inexperienced teenagers? Tom would’ve loved to ponder the implications, but he had more pressing matters before him.

With his heart racing and his hands trembling, he removed his shirt and undid his pants. He was so excited that he fumbled somewhat with his belt. Alice, still smiling with affection and desire, helped him take it off and remove his pants. It was a bit of a challenge with raging semi in his boxers. She still got them off with tact and care. Those preparations she mentioned really showed their worth.

It was still nerve-racking. He almost tripped over his feet when he stepped out of his shoes and socks. Being naked in front of a beautiful woman was a new, exciting experience. If he were making a fool of himself, Alice didn’t hold it against him. As soon as he kicked his clothes aside, she drew him into a naked embrace.

“You’re a handsome young man, Tom,” Alice said to him. “You have a nice endowment, as well.”

“Um…thanks,” Tom said, blushing profusely. “You don’t have to lie.”

“It’s not a lie,” she replied. “My database includes knowledge on the average size of male genitalia. I can confirm that your penis is above average, in terms of length.”

Tom had to stop himself from laughing. As lifelike as Alice looked and felt, she was still a robot…a beautiful, sexy robot that wanted him as much as he wanted her.

In her embrace, naked skin touched naked skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing up against his bare chest. His hands still trembling, Tom explored more of her figure, feeling up her hips, thighs, and butt. It felt so warm, her flesh radiating with sensual energy. She was so beautiful and sexy that he was somewhat paralyzed in her grasp.

“Tom, would you like to kiss me?” Alice asked.

“Yes. I’d like that,” said Tom, having regained his focus.

This part felt less daunting. He’d kissed a girl before. It wasn’t too intense, but it was no peck on the cheek. He felt a bit more confident when he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

Even with that confidence, what unfolded after was uncharted territory. Her lips felt as real as her breasts and pussy. Even her tongue had the same consistency as a real woman. He still wasn’t sure on the inner workings, but he was beyond caring.

He was kissing Alice on the lips.

He was grasping her butt with both hands.

He was standing naked with her in his bedroom.

It was a scene right out of a cheesy romance movie and a porno. They kissed, gasped, and explored one another’s naked bodies with their hands. It was so overwhelming that his knees almost buckled. The idea of having sex with a beautiful woman, robot or not, sent his hormones into overdrive.

“Your body feels so nice,” Alice told him.

“So does yours,” he replied. “If you’re ready, I’d like to get in bed with you.”

“I’d like that too, Tom. Please, lead the way.”

She broke the embrace and took his hand, urging him to guide her with her amorous gaze. Tom had never been much of a leader. Even before he moved, he rarely sought that role. It might have been the byproduct of having a naked woman in his arms, but he’d never felt so empowered.

Despite so much nervousness and excitement, he led Alice to his bed. It marked the first time in his life that he wished he’d made it earlier that morning, but she didn’t hold it against him. She willingly and eagerly joined him atop the ruffled sheets.

From there, they kissed again. This time, Tom didn’t have to worry about his legs giving out. He kissed, fondled, and caressed the naked sex robot with more passion. Raging hormones and effective programming intensified their gestures. They were making out like a couple of horny, unsupervised teenagers.

The air grew hot.

The touching became urgent.

Tom was almost fully erect. The only thing that held him back was lingering nervousness. He was about to have sex for the first time. His teenage body wasn’t entirely on the same page as his brain. Alice must have sensed this and ceased the make-out session.

“Tom?” she said, still in his arms.

“Yes, Alice,” he replied, trying to hide his breathlessness.

“I’d like to suck your dick,” she said. “It will ensure that you are fully aroused for intercourse.”

“That’s uh…practical,” Tom said with an awkward grin.

“Is that a yes? I have other methods of stimulating your genitals.”

“That’s okay,” he said quickly. “A blowjob will do.”

“Very well,” she said with a smile and a nod.

She treated it so casually. For a sex robot, giving oral was probably a pre-programmed feature. It was further proof that Alice had been designed with awkward teenagers in mind.

Tom didn’t mind the awkwardness. He just laid on his back, rested his head on a pillow, and watched Alice do her thing. She might have been casual with her words, but she was sensual with her gestures. Like a sex goddess from his wildest dreams, she trailed her lips down his chest, torso, and waist. Every time her lips touched a part of his body, it burned with a special sensation. It both kept his heart racing and relaxed him.

“I think you’ll find I’m very skilled in handling male anatomy,” Alice said upon reaching his cock.

“I trust your capabilities, Alice,” said Tom with a grin.

She smiled back. She almost seemed playful. That might have been part of her programming too. For the both of them, it could only help.

With the same soft lips she’d used to kiss him, Alice took the full length of his cock into her mouth. She was careful, but thorough. Tom grabbed the sheets of his bed and moaned. It felt even better than he thought it would.

“Ohhh fuck!” he gasped.

Having voiced his approval, Alice began sucking. For all he knew, her mouth had a fleet of sensors that scanned every bit of his cock. She knew all the sensitive areas and how to stimulate them. If that were the case, she made good use of that data.

Slowly and steadily, she worked her lips and tongue along the length of his manhood. It wasn’t like the oral sex he’d seen in porn. There was nothing sloppy or crude about it. This was more intimate. Alice wasn’t trying to put on a show. She was trying to maximize his arousal. It didn’t take long for her efforts to bear fruit.

Every sensual motion flooded Tom with blissful sensations. He let out more moans that filled the room. That soft, warm feeling around his member felt amazing. It also get even more blood flowing to his lower body. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it did. It was so intense that he came close to blowing his load prematurely. Thankfully, Alice sensed that and ceased her oral sex at just the right moment.

“Did you enjoy that, Tom?” she asked, still holding his dick with both hands.

“Hell yes! That was fucking great!” Tom exclaimed, his teenage hormones really showing.

“You’re very hard,” Alice said. “Would you like to proceed with full intercourse?”

“I’ll say it again…hell yes,” he said, already short of breath. “For the record, though, I’m uh…inexperienced.”

“I understand. We’ll keep things simple. You can be on top. Don’t worry a thing. You need not hold back or pull out. I want you to enjoy this. I want it to feel good for you.”

“And what about you?” Tom asked.

“I assure you. I’ll enjoy it too. My body may consist of female flesh, but I also have a few supplemental features…including some that bring me pleasure that I’m happy to share.”

Tom could only begin to make sense of that. He was no expert in robots or what gave them pleasure. With Alice, he didn’t need to be. In her eyes, he saw more than just a machine or a sexual outlet.

Could a robot feel real affection for a human?

Could he feel just as much affection for a robot?

Those were heavy questions and his brain did not have enough blood to contemplate it. He and Alice were ready for sex. As far as he was concerned, the line between human and synthetic didn’t exist. Alice rendered it a total afterthought as she let go of his dick and got back on top of him.

“Tom,” she said longingly, “take me.”

That sealed it. Like a reflex, he took her in his arms and kissed her. As their lips were entwined, he rolled her over onto her back. Once under him, she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Following his most basic instincts, he adjusted his hips so that his hardened penis was aligned with her pussy.

Now perfectly positioned, Tom broke the kiss to take in the moment. He was really going to do it. He was going to have sex with this beautiful woman. He locked eyes with her, caressing her face with one hand while holding onto her thigh with another. In anticipation, he expunged the last bit of uncertainty from his mind. With nothing else to hold him back, Tom thrust his hips forward and entered her.

“It’s in!” he gasped. “Alice…I’m inside you.”

“Yes,” Alice said. “I feel it, Tom.”

At first, he just took in the feeling. Hot, wet, tight flesh surrounded his penis. It was ecstasy at its most pure. He didn’t know how it compared to sex with a biological woman, but Tom couldn’t believe it felt much better.

After savoring the moment, he began moving his hips. Back and forth, his member slithered inside her tight folds. He felt her inner muscles tighten every time he thrust into her, adding greater intensity to an already-profound feeling.

Ecstasy merged with desire.

Primal instincts took over.

Robot or not, Tom was making love to Alice. A powerful, basic need was being fulfilled.

“Alice! Ohhh God, Alice!” he grunted. “So hot! So tight!”

“Yes, Tom! Ohhh Yes!” Alice moaned. “We’re…we’re doing it! We’re making love!”

She sounded so human. Looking her in the eye, even as the pace of their sex intensified, he saw more than just a machine. She could’ve been faking. It could’ve been part of a program meant to make him feel like a stud. Every ounce of inner passion told him otherwise.

The way she raked her nails down his back, worked her hips, and tightened her embrace on him conveyed affection. Even if it was just data, how was that different from the chemicals in his brain? This feeling was as real to her as it was to him. If her expression were any indication, it felt just as good.

It led him to focus less on vigorous humping and more on intimate gestures. He slowed the rhythm and kissed her. He treated her the same way he’d treat his dream girl on their prom night. Tom had never been the romantic type, but Alice inspired something in him. It was always there, but never awakened. Being her, making love to her, and feeling their bodies entwined so closely gave romance an incredible appeal.

“Alice…my lover,” Tom said at one point.

He didn’t call her a robot. He didn’t call her human, either. She was something else entirely. What it was had no words, but Tom knew it was real.

As he lost himself in that realization, he soon realized how close he was to climaxing. He fought for a while to hold back, if only to draw out the excitement of his first sexual experience. He doubted he’d lasted as long as an experienced lover, but that didn’t matter. He could work on his sexual stamina later. Right now, he had an onslaught of ecstasy approaching.

“Alice, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come soon,” he said, grunting and humping with greater urgency.

“Do it, Tom. Come!” Alice urged. “Ejaculate inside me…my lover.”

Her verbiage was still mechanical, but the sentiment in her voice sent him over the edge. As he crossed his orgasmic threshold, he grabbed onto her hips and delivered a final series of thrusts. Alice, her expression still awash with passion and affection, clung onto his shoulders as if to guide him to ecstasy.

“Ohhh Alice!” he cried out when the feeling it.

The rush that followed set a high bar for sex robots. Tom dug his feet into the bed, threw his head back, and let out a deep moan as orgasmic sensations coursed through his body. He felt his member burn with bliss as he released his load into Alice’s depths. He didn’t know if there was some repository or container for his cum inside her, but the logistics didn’t matter. For his first sexual encounter, it was deeply satisfying.

Even as he achieved his release, Tom sensed Alice reacting as well. She let out a moan that sounded orgasmic. While she said that she could have orgasms, she didn’t say it worked the same as it did for biological women. He was no expert in the female orgasm, but the way her body shuddered under his embrace was a telling sign.

“Inside me…I feel you,” she said through her moans. “You come…and so do I.”

That settled it. She climaxed too. Perhaps those features she mentioned included other methods for achieving orgasm. He’d have to explore those features thoroughly to get the specifics, but for the moment, he just soaked in the feeling.

Along with that feeling came a brilliant afterglow. Still panting heavily, Tom withdrew from her and rolled onto his side. Their naked bodies remained entwined. He shifted his grip from her hips to her face. As he caressed her lovingly, he smiled affectionately at the figure before him. Robot or not, Alice was his first lover.

“Tom, my lover?” said Alice as she smiled back lovingly.

“Yes, Alice?” he replied.

“Are you satisfied with me? Did I fulfill my purpose for you?”

“You definitely did,” Tom said without hesitation. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I am programmed to please my lover. You are my lover. For me, a sex robot of the utmost quality, there is no greater pleasure.”

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