Nature Vs. Nurture: A Case Study In “The Big Bang Theory”

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What makes someone an uptight, narcissistic control freak who refuses to admit when they’re wrong and will never let anyone else sit in their spot on the couch?

What makes someone a needy, whiny, emotionally stunted man-child who is chronically insecure and in constant need of approval?

What makes someone an outgoing, overly social free spirit who is also habitually irresponsible, exercises poor judgement, and intellectually dense?

These are all personal questions that have a multitude of answers, none of which are definitive. There are entire fields of study devoted to answering such questions, none of which are perfect. It often comes down to a question of whether someone was born with certain traits or are simply a product of their environment.

It’s the classic nature versus nurture debate and, in almost every case, it’s neither one nor the other. Some people are born with certain traits or personality quirks that physically manifests in their brains. Others are heavily influenced by the people and environment they grow up around. In between all of this is a multitude of other factors that are difficult to quantify.

Figuring people out what makes them tick and how they got that way is challenging, even if you consider yourself a very insightful person. People, in general, tend to be complicated. Human beings might have basic drives to survive, reproduce, and find a tribe, but there are countless variations beyond those drives.

Many of those exaggerations are also pushed to hilarious extremes with fictional characters. Between the Hulk’s anger issues and Lex Luthor’s narcissism, fictional worlds can provide useful insights into the whole nature/nurture dynamic. Whereas someone like Lex Luthor was born with little empathy and way too much ego, the anger issues of the Hulk were a more complicated, as well as disturbing.

These characters, like real people, often have a combination of nature and nurture that helps influence who they, how they got that way, and what they eventually become. It’s often subtle and building a story around it is difficult. However, there’s one group of fictional characters that I believe embody the nature versus nurture dynamic better than most.

Those characters are the cast of “The Big Bang Theory,” a show that recently ended it’s remarkable 12-year run as one of the highest-rated sitcoms of all time. While the show has garnered plenty of criticism and outright hate, there’s no denying that the show struck a chord. No show involving the same group of characters lasts for 12 years without resonating with audiences on some personal level.

While there are certainly parts of the show that I don’t care for, I still consider myself a fan of it. I even admit that I got emotional when I saw the series finale. I thought it was incredibly well done and it marked a fitting end for the journey that Leonard, Howard, Raj, Sheldon, and Penny began 12 years ago. Many other fans of the show agreed with that sentiment.

Love it or hate it, and plenty did hate it, the show had a great deal of appeal outside its cheesy jokes and comical portrayal of geek culture. After seeing the finale and watching a few reruns, I think one of the most endearing appeals was how much the characters grew over the years. Given that it was a sitcom and character growth in sitcoms are notoriously slow, I think it’s one of the show’s biggest accomplishments.

From the beginning, the personalities of each character are established with distinct traits that were heavily exaggerated for comedic effect.

Leonard was needy, insecure, and weak-willed. He was basically the ultimate beta-male nerd from every 80s teen comedy.

Howard was obsessive, selfish, and immature. He also had some stalker-like creepiness baked into his approach towards getting women.

Raj was passive, effeminate, and quirky, but largely defined by his inability to talk to women.

Sheldon was self-centered, stubborn, and egotistical. He might have also been autistic.

Penny was a bubbly, upbeat, lovable free spirit. However, she was also irresponsible and exercised poor judgement, especially when it came to her personal life.

Like every sitcom, every major plot and iconic gag was built off these traits. From Leonard trying desperately to win Penny’s affection to Howard’s efforts to pick up women to Sheldon’s inability to keep a secret, “The Big Bang Theory” had plenty to work with in terms of eccentric personality quirks. I believe a large part of the show’s success is a direct result of how well it made use of those quirks.

As the show progressed and we learned more about these character, we also learn more about where they came from and what influences them. We find out that Leonard’s insecurities might stem from the relationship he had with his mother. He also learn how much living with his loud-mouthed mother has effected Howard. We learn where Penny came from and how that informed her personality.

We learn plenty about Sheldon too, but it would take a long time to go over his many issues. He was, by far, the most eccentric character on the show and one of the most controversial.

For each character, we get a strong sense of their nature. More than most sitcoms, “The Big Bang Theory” belabors and reinforces the core personality of each character. If you watch just a few episodes, you can get a fairly decent feel for their behavior and how they would react in most situations.

At the same time, however, the show also demonstrates how new influences change these characters over time. In fact, the foundation for this change is established in the pilot episode when Penny first moves in to the apartment across from Sheldon and Leonard. She is a very different kind of influence on these two and vice versa. You could even argue that it’s the most important catalyst for the entire show.

It’s only after we learn about the nature of each characters that we appreciate what a critical moment that was in the context of each character’s journey. Before Penny’s arrival, Sheldon and Leonard didn’t have many disrupting influences. They were surrounded in familiar territory. They had nothing prompting them to change or grow in new directions.

The same goes for Penny. Before she arrived, she was just a simple girl from the mid-west who had never lived around hardcore geeks and accomplished scientists. She never even showed much interest in science, geek culture, or anything of the sort. While it didn’t seem to affect her at first, there were signs of their influence as the show progressed.

Both Howard and Raj went through similar transformations. In the early seasons, there were many sub-plots built around both of them trying to get the attention of women, despite Raj not being able to talk to them without being drunk. Most of them fail spectacularly. Some were downright pathetic at times and not in a funny way.

 

Then, new influences came into their lives. Howard met Bernadette, who underwent her own transformation as she became a bigger part of the group. While their relationship had its upheavals, it did more than anything to humanize Howard. It still didn’t fundamentally change him. He was still immature and obnoxious at times, but he also showed that he could be a respectable family man.

Raj’s growth wasn’t quite as dramatic, but he did eventually learn to talk to women without the aid of alcohol. He also went from just wanting to get the attention of women to seeking love, marriage, and family. He even gains more self-confidence and assertiveness as the show went on, some of which was a result of interacting with Penny and the rest of the group.

Then, there’s the growth of Sheldon Cooper. More than any other character, Sheldon demonstrated the value of having quality influences.

His nature is, by far, the most eccentric and extreme. It’s the nurturing forces, however, that I think had the greatest impact on both his character development and the overall progression of the of the show.

There’s no getting around it. In the first few seasons, Sheldon was a stubborn, selfish egotist. For a time, it was even a popular refrain to note that Sheldon was just one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain. Given that most supervillains tend to be petty, eccentric, and self-centered, I think that’s an accurate statement disguised as a joke.

Thankfully, that accident never happened. Instead, Sheldon was frequently nudged and, in a few cases, shoved into being less insufferable. Penny was usually the one to get him out of his comfort zone in the early seasons. Then, Amy Farrah Fowler came along and gave him a nurturing force that seemed almost impossible in the earlier seasons.

Amy brought issues of her own to the table, but like Bernadette did with Howard, she proved to be a stabilizing presence for Sheldon. She didn’t fundamentally change him, nor did she even demand it. She simply provided new influences. Granted, he stubbornly fought them, at first. He fought harder than anyone else in the group. In the end, though, he still embraced these changes and was better because of it.

It was that change that made his Nobel Prize acceptance speech at the end of the show so perfect. In that moment, he achieved something he’d been hoping to achieve since the earliest season. It was the ultimate affirmation of his genius and his abilities, which he’d bragged and boasted about to no end. It could’ve been the ultimate ego trip for him.

Instead, he thanked his friends. He demonstrated humility on a stage in front of a huge crowed of people. For someone who started the show seeming incapable of empathy and nuance, it was a powerful moment. It showed that this weird, colorful character that we loved and hated at times had really grown. He even acknowledged the source of that growth in a genuine, heartfelt gesture.

When you look at that moment in the context of the entire show, you can see just how powerful those influences can be. These chaLracters, all of which were set in their ways to some extent, showed just how much those influences can change. Even for characters with idiosyncrasies like Sheldon Cooper, people can change in positive ways.

Sheldon, Leonard, Howard, Raj, and Penny wouldn’t have undergone those changes without nurturing one another to some stent. At times, that nurturing took the form of annoyance and frustration. That only makes the change more fitting because most people resist that change. Even in the real world, our default reaction is to keep doing what we’re doing and make every excuse along the way.

While many sitcoms have their characters undergo plenty of upheavals, “The Big Bang Theory” goes the extra mile in showing how people can be changed by the people and influences around them. They’ll still stay true to their nature.

Sheldon will always have that distinct Sheldon-like persona, as will Penny, Leonard, Raj, and Howard. However, with the right kind of nurture, they can become endearing characters in their own right. Say what you will about the quality of the show, but its place in TV history has been secured.

Bazinga!

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Christmas 2019 Edition

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I know this is a few days early, but for a holiday like Christmas, I think it’s perfectly fine to be somewhat premature. There are some very dirty jokes I could make about that, but in the spirit of the season, I’ll wait until after New Years. In the meantime, let’s all just take a moment to appreciate one simple fact.

Christmas is finally here!

Regardless of whether you’re a kid, an adult, or a grumpy old fart, there’s no denying the impact of this holiday. Christmas, at least in America, is the holiday of holidays. It’s the culmination of another long, arduous year. Whatever challenges and failures you face don’t matter. You made it to Christmas. It’s time to celebrate.

As I write this, the formal celebrations for my family are about to begin. We have our own share of traditions and activities that help make the holidays special. This year has been full of quite a few upheavals. There are many more that await us in 2020, but that’s for then. This is about now. I’ve got my presents wrapped. I’ve stocked up on eggnog and whiskey. I am ready for Christmas.

To everyone out there preparing their own brand of holiday celebrations, I wish you plenty of love, cheer, and desserts. Christmas is a wonderful holiday that’s worth celebrating with friends, family, and loved ones. It may not be the sexiest holiday, but it’s often the most satisfying. I hope these Sexy Sunday Thoughts can help supplement that satisfaction. Enjoy!


“Our opinion of sluts varies significantly, depending on how lonely and horny we are.”


“The fact that we have hundreds of ways to describe love and our genitals can’t be a coincidence.”


“The boldest teacher in history was whoever first tried to teach teenage boys how to use condoms.”


“To some extent, falling in love also implies stumbling onto someone’s genitals.”


“The world’s greatest spy is also the world’s least trustworthy spouse, by default.”


“When weird things make you horny, then weirder things count as porn.”


“No matter how sexually repressed you are, you still owe your life to an orgasm.”


Once again, I wish everyone a safe, happy, and sexy Christmas. In addition, I’d like to thank everyone who has followed my work and this site for another year. It has been quite a journey and next year promises more changes. For now, take some time to appreciate friends, family, and the holidays. From me to you, Merry Christmas!

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“Early Gift” A Sexy Short (Christmas) Story

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The following is another sexy short story with sexy holiday themes. It’s that time of year. Christmas is almost here! That means the time is right to get together with friends, family, and loved ones to celebrate the season. It’s also a time to share a little festive romance with that special someone. Hopefully, this story gets you in the mood while waiting for Santa. Enjoy!

“Are you ready yet, Richard? The weather isn’t going to get better out there,” said a stressed out and restless Helen Rollins.

“Almost,” answered her equally restless husband, Richard Rollins. “I’m just making sure your parents’ fancy dishes are tightly packed. I don’t need your mom giving crap about me chipping a cup again.”

“I already made her promise she wouldn’t be that petty this year,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean she won’t be. So long as she can piss off my mother through me, she’ll find an excuse.”

Helen rolled her eyes and groaned as she paced restlessly in the living room of the small, suburban house she shared with her husband of two years. She kept going over the list in her head of things they needed to do before heading to her parents’ house for Christmas. What should’ve been a joyous, exciting prospect had been mired in less-than-festive feelings for her and Richard. Many of those feelings pre-dated the holidays.

It had not been an easy year for her and Richard. It might have been the toughest year they’d endured since they got together. She and Richard had been childhood friends, growing up in the same community and coming of age together. He wasn’t the first man she dated, but she still ended up marrying him less than a year after they graduated high school.

However, that was where much of the drama between them and their families started.

Her family had always given Richard a hard time. Her mother once said described him as being good enough to marry, but not great enough to spend the rest of her life with. That was because he came from a broken home, having had a volatile relationship with his father and a less-than-supportive dynamic with his mother. Being the oldest and only girl of her family, her parents had hoped she’d move away and find someone who would lead her to bigger and better opportunities.

On top of that, her mother and Richard’s mother hated each other. Before she and Richard got married, her mother had sued Richard’s because she suspected she stole some rare jewelry that she owned. It got ugly fast, even after she dropped the suit. Nothing was ever proven and nobody went to jail, but that was the catalyst for many more feuds that quickly engulfed their lives.

At one point, Richard’s mother tried to make him enlist in the military in lieu of a baseball scholarship from a nearby college, thinking that would drive them apart. It didn’t work. When his mother tried to plant pot on him to get him expelled, that crossed a line that left scars on Richard’s heart that would never heal.

He could’ve broken up with her, if only to spare himself from more melodrama. Instead, he proposed to her. It showed how much he loved her and how much he wanted to get away from his family. However, it only acted as a catalyst for more melodrama.

“It’s just two days,” Helen kept telling herself as she paced about the living room. “Two days with my parents…two days of them harping on all the crap we went through this past year. We can get through it, right?”

She cursed herself for sounding so unconvincing. She wanted to believe that the holiday spirit would get her parents to overlook the issues surrounding Richard and his family, but even Christmas miracles only went so far.

The past year was a strain on all of them. While she and Richard had graduated college, him distancing himself from his family left him in a financial mess. He needed help and Helen had to convince her parents to assist them. It had not been a pleasant process. Her mother was especially reluctant. Helping Richard, in her mind, meant helping his thieving mother and that disguised her.

They still agreed. To his credit, Richard did his part. He used their money wisely, paying down debts and using the rest to get a business going with his old college teammate. It made for long hours and late nights. Helen did her part, working extra shifts at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. They barely had time for each other, which affected their love life, as well as their holiday spirit.

It didn’t help that her parents constantly pestered her about paying back the loan they gave them. They had fallen behind a few times in recent months, which made things even more volatile. Spending a few days with them, even for the holidays, was sure to bring up plenty of questions and complaints. They just had to endure, which only seemed more daunting with each passing moment.

“Okay, I think they’re ready,” said Richard as he joined her in the living room, looking as restless as him. “I even triple checked to make sure we have every dish.”

“I believe you,” said Helen, “but don’t be surprised if my mother still accuses you of stealing them.”

“I know. And I’ve been practicing my responses,” he said with a sigh. “I’m ready for her scrutiny.”

“Famous last words,” Helen muttered. “You know my mom finds a way and my dad never stops her.”

“I’ll endure. It still beats spending Christmas Eve with my mom and hearing how she pawned my old action figures to make another mortgage payment.”

“And people wonder why we haven’t been in the Christmas spirit all month,” she groaned.

Helen muttered more curses under her breath. She started pacing again, but ended up in Richard’s arms, who tried to ease the tension with an embrace. It helped, but only to a point.

He was as stressed out as her. He didn’t hide how much he resented relying on her family for support. Doing so vindicated their concerns that he somehow held her back, using their resources to rebuild his broken life at their daughter’s expense. It didn’t seem to matter that they loved each other. Helen tried to not let that affect their relationship, but it had only gotten harder this past year.

“We’ll get through this. We’ve gotten through much worse this past year,” Richard told her.

“I believe you,” she said, “but it feels like that’s all we’ve been doing lately.”

“To some extent, we have,” he said sheepishly.

“The extent doesn’t matter. It’s still so wrong!” said Helen, her emotions echoing through her voice. “Every day, it seems, we have to prove ourselves in some absurd way. I somehow have to prove that I made the right choice, marrying someone I loved instead of someone from Estate Hill. And you have to prove you actually know what you’re doing, building a life that your mother tried to destroy.”

“I wouldn’t mind that challenge if we didn’t keep having to prove that to close family members.”

“And that shouldn’t be the case!” she said angrily. “We shouldn’t be in a situation where dealing with family and building our loves needs vindication. You know, when my old roommate married her boyfriend, her family gladly supported them in moving up north for new jobs.”

“I’ll bet that made things nicer around the holidays.”

“That’s just it. I want things to be nice. Hell, I even wrote one of those goofy letters to Santa last week, asking for anything to make Christmas better this year. How pathetic is that?”

“It’s not pathetic, Helen. That’s just where we are right now.”

Now standing in the middle of the living room, Helen fought a round of sobs and buried her face in her husband’s shoulders. He gently embraced her, as he always did. She sensed he was as exhausted as her, unable to muster much strength after everything they’d been through.

It wasn’t right.

It shouldn’t have been this way.

They were young, in love, and building promising lives together. Why wasn’t that enough?

Helen lingered in her husband’s arms, if only to delay the prospect of hitting the road during snowy weather. It would’ve been nice if they could just stay home and spend Christmas in their undersized suburban house. She might have even suggested that if she weren’t convinced her mother wouldn’t use that as an excuse to hate Richard even more.

As they embraced, however, something caught Helen’s eye. She noticed something under their Christmas tree, which was in the corner next to their couch.

“Hey, what’s that?” she asked. “I thought we put all the presents in the trunk of the car.”

“We did,” Richard said as he looked over towards the tree. “I don’t remember that being there.”

Curious, they both made their way over to the tree where Helen retrieved the box. She held it up so Richard could see it too. It wasn’t very big or heavy. There was no tag on it, but it looked like it had been professionally wrapped. Just holding it felt strange.

“Just out of curiosity,” Richard said, “that letter you wrote to Santa…you didn’t send it out, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Richard,” said Helen, rolling her eyes. “It was just some act we did at the hospital. Maybe this just got mixed up in the gift exchange or something.”

“Well, what do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “but there’s only one way to find out.”

They briefly exchanged looks, unable to come up with any reason to leave it unopened. Following their curiosity, Helen unwrapped the present, which revealed a small black box that resembled a jewelry case. Still seeking answers, she opened it to reveal a dazzling, flower-shaped jewel.

“It’s beautiful,” Helen commented.

“That, it is,” said Richard. “I wish I could take credit for buying it, but there’s no way you’d believe me. It’s not like I could afford something that fancy, even if it were a fake.”

“I’m not sure it’s real or fake,” she said as she looked at it closely. “It kind of looks like this gem my grandmother told me about as a kid. There was even this elaborate story about how a magic gem shaped like a flower gave two tired lovers renewed passion.”

“Sounds like quite a story,” he said.

“And one she claimed was a Christmas story, no less,” Helen added. “But it was just a story. There’s no way it could be…”

Her words trailed off as she reached to touch the gem. Richard reached out to touch it too. As soon as their skin made contact with the shining gem, something unexpected hit them. Like touching a hot stove or an exposed wire, a strange surge hit them both like a bolt of lightning.

What happened next defied the laws of physics, logic, and Christmas miracles. In an instant, all the stress that had cumulated over the past few weeks vanished. All the restlessness, anxiousness, and dismay faded like a fleeting memory. In their place, a new feeling washed over them…a very hot, very powerful feeling that filled them with renewed energy.

“Whoa!” Helen exclaimed.

“What the…” Richard gasped.

It was like a shot of adrenaline. Helen’s heart began pounding in her chest. The air around her suddenly felt 10 degrees hotter. Beneath her clothes, she broke out into a light layer of sweat. She looked over to her husband, who had the same intense look on his face. He looked ready to fight a lion with his bare hands.

The effects were strong, but the effects were concentrated in some parts more than others. Everything around her felt hotter, but the areas between her legs were by far the hottest. Helen instinctively rubbed her thighs together to dissipate the heat, but only made it worse. The effects remained the same.

She was aroused.

She was very aroused, more so than she had been in months.

When she looked down at her husband’s lower body, she noticed a large bulge forming in his pants. His demeanor quickly shifted. He soon had the look of a teenage boy who’d walked into class with an awkward boner.

“Richard,” Helen said, her gaze narrowing on her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing profusely, “I…I don’t know what happened. I just…”

“Do me,” she said, cutting him off before he could ramble on.

Richard blinked a few times in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, which was often his first instinct whenever met by an awkward situation. For once, no words came out. He just laughed to himself, smiled at her, and adopted a sense of confidence she hadn’t seen in years.

“Okay, my beautiful wife,” he said. “I’ll do you right here…right now.”

“That might be the most loving, concise thing you’ve ever said,” Helen said.

In a move she hadn’t tried since she was a teenager, Helen jumped her lover’s arms and dared him to catch her. Richard met that dare perfectly, catching her and getting a firm grip on her butt in the process. She rewarded him with the deepest, hottest kiss she’d given him since their wedding day.

Impassioned and motivated like never before, Richard carried her to the couch next to the Christmas tree. Along the way, Helen unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed her pelvis up against the bulge in his pants. That motivated him even more. By the time he set her down on the couch, she’d already gotten his shirt off. From there, he went to work removing her clothes.

“Off! Take them off!” Helen urged him.

Richard heeded her desperate words, pulling her shirt off over her head and practically tearing off her pants. While she unclasped her bra from behind, he removed her panties, rendering her naked in record time.

Usually, getting her clothes off in intimate moments was drawn out. It had to be in order to set the mood and build up her arousal. That wasn’t necessary this time. She was already very aroused. Her inner thighs were so wet that she could’ve melted the falling snow outside. Richard clearly noticed that as well. While he admired her exposed body, she helped him out of his pants.

“Those look tighter than usual,” Helen commented.

“They are,” Richard said, already breathless.

“Then, let’s get them off as well.”

The grin on his face widened as they coordinated to remove those distressingly confined pants. In doing so, it exposed a throbbing erection the likes of which she hadn’t seen since their anniversary. Helen almost forgotten how well-endowed her husband was. Being reminded felt like a gift in and of itself.

“Ooh Richard!” Helen cooed. “Talk about a festive package!”

“Are you talking dirty to me, Helen?” Richard asked.

“Um…sorry?”

“I didn’t say I minded. In fact, I like it!”

As it to convince her, he pounced on her like an alpha male in heat. He quickly pinned her on her back, the worn fabric grinding against her naked skin. She loved that feeling. She loved it even more once Richard began smothering her with hungry kisses and heated foreplay.

They started making out like horny teenagers, fondling and groping one another as though being naked together was a novel concept. She quickly remembered how much she loved it when Richard nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipples. She returned the favor by squeezing that firm butt of his, which filled him with a manly vigor that reminded her why she married him.

Heated foreplay and making out was fun, but it was hardly enough to sate the desire that burned between them. Helen didn’t care that they had to be at her parents’ within the next two hours. She didn’t care that the weather almost guaranteed they would be late and her father wouldn’t accept excuses. She and her husband were going to make love. Nothing short of a Christmas miracle was going to stop them.

“Richard…take me,” Helen whispered into his ear.

Again, he replied with no words. Richard was once again a man of action and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Still looking at her with unparalleled intensity, he rose up off her, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the couch. Her shapely butt now pointed right at him, she could feel the desire in his gaze. He wasn’t just going to take her. He was going to ravage her, as only a loving husband could. Helen hadn’t felt so desired all year.

“Brace yourself, my love,” he said to her. “Consider this an early gift!”

With a strength and bravado that raised the bar for husbands everywhere, Richard grabbed her by the waist and aligned his rigid cock with her wet entrance. There was no hesitation or reservation. As soon as she felt the tip graze her outer folds, he entered her with a firm thrust. The quick and sudden melding of their flesh filled her sensations that might as well have been Christmas magic.

“Ohhh Richard!” Helen cried out.

Following the siren’s song of her cries, her husband proceeded to make love to her with a focused passion that rocked her world, literally and figuratively. She clung to the arm of the couch, feeling it rock in accord with each hard thrust. His hard, masculine member slithered effortlessly within her moist, feminine depths. It was like welcoming her lover back into her body, heart, and soul after months of distress.

Richard was just as welcoming. He was quite animated with their lovemaking. As he moved her body with hers, he leaned over and hungrily kissed along her neck, which evoked more cries. He also reached around and fondled her swaying breasts, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing down her spine. He embraced her with the kind of passion that any lover craved. It reaffirmed that their love was genuine. This was just them expressing it in a physical, tangible way.

It felt incredible.

It felt passionate.

It felt like everything she and Richard had wanted, but denied themselves.

It was just what they needed. The fact they received it on Christmas Eve made it feel like a wondrous, yet overdue gift.

“Helen…my love,” he whispered into her ear.

“Richard…I want this. We need this!” she panted.

The pace of their sex intensified. Richard moved his hips faster. The sound of his pelvis smacking into her butt filled the living room. It sent Helen deeper into a sensual daze. Eventually, that daze morphed into a sensual awakening of her own.

At one point during their ravenous humping, Helen flipped the script. She shifted their position, pinning her husband on his back, with one leg draped over the couch, and pouncing upon him like an animal in heat. From there, she straddled his pelvis and rode his cock with the same vigor as he’d dhown her. It caught Richard by surprise, but he didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, seeing his wife ride him like a Christmas sex goddess was a real turn-n.

“Wow! You’re right, Helen. We did need this!” he said with a beaming grin.

Helen just laughed and kept riding, taking his hands in hers and guiding them to her bouncing breasts. He lovingly squeezed them, evoking more moans to supplement the chorus of blissful gasps and grunts.

This was the kind of love that brought them together.

This was the kind of passion that had eluded them for much of the year.

This was the kind of gift that made Christmas special for years to come.

Together, she and Richard savored that gift. They used every ounce of the passionate energy that had overtaken them, going at it like horny teenagers all over the couch. It wasn’t just about getting off. It was about giving substance to their love. That didn’t stop a powerful orgasm from building in her core. Helen felt it approaching inch by inch, like a looming avalanche that she could see in the distance.

She sensed Richard was close as well. He didn’t usually draw sex out this much. They usually didn’t have the time or energy. That was not an issue this time. In his eyes, she saw both a desire to maximize the feeling, as well as a desire to maximize his approaching climax.

“I’m almost there, Richard! I’m almost…there!” Helen panted.

“I am too, Helen. I’m really…really close!” he said through labored breaths.

As they both neared their destination, their bodies shifted once more. Richard was now in an upright position, leaning back on the middle of the couch where it was the softest. Helen was on his lap, her knees planted firmly at each side while she rode his dick through the last leg of their journey. He kept one hand on her breast and the other on her hips, supplementing her every movement with his arms. Helen clung to his shoulders, holding for dear life as the feeling approached.

Their eyes never diverted from one another. His face remained inches from hers, keeping the love in his gaze at the center of her world. It made that ultimate moment when they climaxed together feel both special and cathartic.

“Oohhh Richard!”

“Ohhh Helen!”

In an instant, their bodies achieved a harmonious release. The movements stopped and the basics of pure ecstasy took over. It might as well have been another Christmas miracle.

Helen dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders. Her inner muscles contracted hard around her lover’s cock as every nerve in her core ignited with pleasure. As the avalanche of sensations washed over her, she sensed her lover get his too. She watched as his face contorted with ecstasy, his grip on her tightening as his manhood throbbed inside her. Hot manly fluids mixed with hot feminine juices as the waves of euphoric warmth flowed through them.

In that moment of raw bliss, born through an act of love on Christmas Eve, Helen and the man she’d so eagerly married kissed. Under the light of their Christmas tree and in wake of such a passionate surge, it might have been the most meaningful kiss they’d shared all year. It reminded her why all the stress, struggle, and melodrama was worth it.

“I love you,” she told him.

“I love you too,” he replied, caressing her face as they caught their breath.

“Thank you for this early gift,” she told him. “I still don’t know who sent it or how this happened so suddenly.”

“Does it matter?”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said without hesitation before embracing him closer. “This is what the holidays are about…connecting with those we love after such a long, hard year.”

“I’d say we got the connection part right,” said Richard. “And while I can’t promise that things will go smoothly with your parents, I can promise you this…I’m going to make things better next year. I’m not going to let the little things get in the way of our love.”

“That, my darling husband, might be the second greatest gift you could get me for Christmas,” Helen replied.

They shared a laugh and kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle as they shared in the feeling. Eventually, they were going to have to get dressed, hit the road, and endure her family’s holiday drama. Now, it didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

She and Richard had something rare and beautiful together. It hadn’t been an easy road for them. They had to overcome forces beyond their control. It was easy to overlook the strength of their love when their lives got stressful. Remembering that strength and embracing it on Christmas Eve felt like more than a great gift. It was a sign that their love could carry them through whatever fate had in store for them.

Even so, Helen still had a thank you note to write. She and Richard might have been too old for toys, but that didn’t stop “Santa” from giving them exactly what they needed for Christmas.

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Christmas As A Kid Vs. Christmas As An Adult

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As adults, we tend to see things very differently than we did when we were kids. There are exceptions, of course. I’m almost certain the look on my face when I re-watch an old episode of “X-Men” or “Spider-Man” is the same now as it was when I was a kid. For most things, though, our thinking and our perceptions evolve.

This tends to manifest a lot during the holidays. As kids, we know why we loved Christmas. We got presents. We got over a week off of school. We got to hang out with friends, show off our toys, and eat whatever sugary treats our parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and neighbors put in front of us. What’s not to love?

As adults, it changes considerably and the extent of that change differs from person to person. I know people who tend to see the holidays as a chore as they get older. They rarely look happy or festive. They just look stressed out and constantly complain about how hard it is to find parking at the mall in the weeks after Thanksgiving. Honestly, I feel bad for these people.

For others, Christmas becomes more a formality. It’s like Thanksgiving, but with more decorations, presents, and eggnog. It means having a few days off work and catching up with family, especially if you didn’t get to over Thanksgiving. I can appreciate this too. Most of the people I know tend to see Christmas this way and I think it’s perfectly appropriate.

For me, however, Christmas has taken on a whole new appeal since I became an adult. While I don’t see it with the kind of wide-eyed excitement I did when I was a kid, I still get giddier about it than most people my age. I know this because other people, including close friends and relatives, have told me this directly.

That appeal still took a while to evolve. When I was in college, there was only so much I could do for the holidays. I was flat broke, in debt, and still dependent on my parents for all things festive. For several years, I had to do most of my shopping in the campus mall. While my family and friends never gave me a hard time about it, it did dampen my holiday spirit for a time.

Then, after I graduated, started making my own money, and moved out of my parents’ house, things changed. Suddenly, I could celebrate Christmas in my own unique way. For the first couple years, I didn’t even know what that entailed. Once I got going, though, I learned quickly.

I bought my own Christmas tree. I put it up in mid-November and put way more lights on it than my parents ever did. I started wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and novelty ties. I began shopping for Christmas gifts with more money than a broke college student. They were exciting times, to say the least. In the process, I learned something important about Christmas as an adult.

As a kid, Christmas is all about getting.

As an adult, Christmas is all about giving and giving with heart.

I know that sounds corny. I’m sure that will evoke some groans among those who love complaining about how Christmas has become so commercialized and materialistic. I feel bad for those people too because I couldn’t disagree more.

As kids, it makes sense for Christmas to be about getting stuff. We’re kids. We can’t get our own stuff yet. We can’t work, earn money, and celebrate on our own accord. We’re dependent on our parents and our family. Say what you will about that dynamic, those are the logistics we have to deal with.

Once we become adults, we learn what it means to be part of a community and a family. In that community, we can’t just obsess over getting stuff and not just so we don’t become a villain in a Charles Dickens novel. In the adult world, to get the things we want, be it love or a new iPad, we need to cooperate and connect with one another.

Sometimes it’s with friends.

Sometimes it’s with total strangers.

Sometimes it’s with co-workers, peers, or employers.

One way or another, we have to give ourselves to others in order to get what we want, regardless of what day of the year it might be. That’s what it means to be in a family, a community, and a society. It doesn’t always involve giving something material or wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. More often, it means giving our time, our attention, our affection, and our passion.

It may sound like a chore for some, but it’s very rewarding in amazing ways that science has documented. We are a social species, after all. Socializing, forming bonds, and making others around us happy makes us happy, in turn. Around the holidays, we just add lights, food, family, and festivities to the mix, which tends to amplify the effect.

I can attest to the power of this effect. As an adult, some of my favorite Christmas memories from the reactions I see on the faces of friends and loved ones when they open my gifts. The joy I see when I manage to get them something that they love is a true sight to behold. Given how I take gift-giving more seriously than most people in my family, they know I don’t take it lightly.

Those efforts help make the holidays more rewarding for me and my family. For me, it’s not about getting presents. I still enjoy that part as much as anyone who enjoys getting gifts, but I’ve become more and more fond of the giving part of the holidays. By making it more enjoyable for my loved ones, whether it’s through a gift, a treat, or me wearing a goofy sweater, I get more enjoyment out of it as well.

Maybe my idea of Christmas will evolve again once I meet that special someone and have kids. Until then, I have a clear plan for the many Christmas festivities to come. I’ve already completed my shopping. I’m preparing treats and activities, as well. I intend to give my family everything they’ve come to love and enjoy about Christmas. I may not top the previous year, but I will make that effort. That much, I can promise.

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How (And Why) Boredom Undermines Gender Equality

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Imagine, for a moment, you’re in relationship of perfect equality. You and your partner are the personification of gender equality. You share equal roles and responsibilities. In terms of who does what, gender doesn’t factor into the equation. You do your part and your partner does theirs. From dishes to child care to paying the bills, it’s as equal as any relationship can be.

In essence, your relationship is the ideal that feminism, egalitarians, and even most Men’s Rights Activists champion when they describe the fair and just society they’re fighting for. In a perfect world, your relationship would be the standard. Even if you can’t imagine your current relationship being that perfect, you can still appreciate the ideal.

As with most ideals, though, there’s a major flaw and it has to do with boredom.

The scenario I just described above isn’t another one of my thought experiments. It was inspired by a story in Pluralist about a woman who is frustratingly bored with her perfect feminist husband. To get an idea of how frustrated she is, here’s a direct quote from the article.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love him and this year we celebrated 17 years together – 13 of them married – but I wish he’d lie, cheat, defame or slander just once, so that I could feel better about my own less-than-perfect character. Simply put, I’m bored of being married to a paragon of virtue.”

Now, I know it’s tempting to roll your eyes at a woman making this kind of complaint about her love life. The idea that a spouse is too perfect is like a billionaire complaining that the seats in their new Lamborghini are too soft. I’ve seen more than a few comments on social media criticizing this woman for being so petty. Some have used her story as proof that women can’t handle nice guys and men just can’t win with women.

I don’t think that criticism is fair. I also don’t think that her story proves or disproves a particular aspect of gender politics. However, I believe it does highlight how boredom can complicate the push for gender equality. It’s a factor that rarely comes up in discussions surrounding feminism, men’s issues, LGBT issues, and the societal factors that exist in between. It still has immense influence.

After reading the Pluralist story, I felt sympathy for the woman. I know it’s hard to feel much for someone in such a perfect relationship, especially for those of us who are single, but I can understand how boredom can undermine a seemingly ideal situation. To some extent, this woman’s story shows how boredom can complicate the otherwise noble efforts to pursue gender equality.

In making sense of the woman’s feelings, I found myself thinking back to the high school. If that sounds like an odd connection, I promise there is a logic to it. Now, I’ve made clear in the past how much I hated high school. To say my experience was not ideal would be a gross understatement. That said, the idea behind high school has some useful parallels to gender politics.

The ideals of high school are simple. You take a large group of teenagers, put them into a structured environment, educate them to a particular standard, and send them out into the world with all the knowledge and skills they need to become functional adults. Again, that’s the ideal. While that effort works fine for some, there are many more for whom it fails.

For this particular woman, she represents the lucky few who ace every test, pass every class, and follow every rule. As a result, she should be perfectly equipped to enter adulthood. By all accounts, she does. There are no surprises or setbacks. Everything goes according to the plan and the ideals behind it.

It’s here where the boredom takes hold. That lack of major upheavals means there’s little in terms of challenge or growth. The path is already set. The obstacles have already been cleared. You just have to walk it and you’ll get to where you’re going. There’s no strain, but there’s no sense of achievement, either. In the grand scheme of things, you didn’t overcome anything.

In the context of gender equality, it’s akin to a clear, unobstructed path that doesn’t test or excite anyone. That directly conflicts with the basic psychology of boredom that craves novelty and seeks more intense sensations. Perfect equality, be it in a relationship or a high school, doesn’t leave much room for any of this.

This isn’t just about people being inherently flawed or needing something to complain about. In practice, true equality means the outcome of every challenge is determined. The woman herself stated that she knew how a situation would play out in her marriage. There’s never any negotiation or exchange. With such clear-cut equality, everything is pre-determined.

“If I told him on Friday I was spending Saturday chilling at a spa, he’d probably drop me there so I didn’t have to drive, then take the kids to their clubs before making sure the house was tidy.”

When everything is that predictable, then boredom is practically unavoidable. When there’s nothing to gain or lose, then it’s only a matter of time before malaise sets in. It’s not the woman’s fault and it’s not her husband’s fault, either. That’s just how boredom works.

The article went onto cite a number of studies that indicate couples in equitable relationships have less sex, but they primarily focus on the symptoms of boredom and not the underlying cause. For the woman in the story, I think her frustration has little to do with her husband sharing in the work and everything to do with how predictable everything is.

If I could talk to this woman, I would caution her against wanting her husband to lie, cheat, or develop a bad attitude with her. That might shake things up for her in the short-term, but would do a great deal of damage to the both of them in the long run. I would advise that she and her husband seek new challenges outside gender roles. Both she and her husband may benefit from shaking things up for a while.

What that may entail depends on the nature of their relationship. The article didn’t get into too many personal details and understandably so. Without getting to know this woman or her husband, I can’t be certain what else might be fostering such boredom. There could be other issues beyond their relationship that are causing these feelings.

Whatever the case, the corrosive power of boredom is difficult to work around. Equality is generally a good thing, but when equality fosters predictability, boredom is an unfortunate byproduct. This woman, whatever her politics, knows this better than anyone.

I still support efforts to improve gender equality, especially within relationships. I think it’s beneficial to everyone when roles and responsibilities are shared in an equitable manner. However, I also believe that human beings need challenges and obstacles. Without that, pursuing a greater good takes a back seat to escaping crippling boredom.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: X-Force #4

There are some people in this world, as well as fictional worlds, who will never be content to let things progress for the better. No amount of mutual benefit, understanding, or sincerity will be enough. They’ll always seek to destroy anything that might change the world they know, even if it’s for the better. They won’t just complain about it on social media, either. They’ll resort to the worst kinds of violence.

These are the people that X-Force deal with. Throughout their history in the X-Men comics, they’ve dealt with the dirty stains of humanity that never wash out, no matter how hard you scrub. They’re the ones tasked with confronting these threats, be they human or mutant, with a level of gratuitous violence that you won’t see outside of “Game of Thrones” reruns.

The need for X-Force, as well as their violent tactics, is one again reaffirmed in “X-Force #4.” At a time when mutants have made genuine progress through Krakoa and a new geopolitical role in the world, they’re still subject to hatred, attacks, and atrocities.

In the first three issues of the series, writer Benjamin Percy demonstrated that, despite having their own nation in the form of a living island and the ability to resurrect dead mutants, they’re still vulnerable.

Charles Xavier got shot. Domino was captured and had half her skin ripped off. The fact that any of this can happen, given all the resources at the X-Men’s disposal, is wake-up call and a reminder as to why X-Force isn’t just necessary. It needs an overhaul.

That overhaul begins to unfold in “X-Force #4” and in the midst of another mysterious attack, no less. While this one didn’t end with anyone getting shot or flayed, it did hit Krakoa in the wallet, which can hurt as much as getting shot. The nature of the attack and who is behind it remains a mystery, but X-Force is put on the front lines.

However, this is not the same X-Force that that Rob Liefeld brought to live during the grunge-fueled heyday of the 1990s. They’re not operating completely in secret as some secret kill-squad that everyone is better off not knowing about. Instead, Percy sets them up to be Krakoa’s version of the CIA, complete with its own Seal Team 6.

It’s somewhat of a shift for what X-Force has historically been in the X-Men comics, but it fits perfectly with the current situation surrounding mutants and Krakoa. Mutants are no longer scattered, isolated, and running from killer robots at least once a week. They have their own nation, language, and emerging culture. Protecting it requires something more organized than a shadowy kill squad.

That means more assistance from those who have traditionally argued against the merits of secret kill squads, such as Beast and Jean Grey. However, after seeing Charles Xavier get shot in the head and Domino get tortured, they’ve become a bit more pragmatic in handling these kinds of threats.

The events of the first three issues caught them off-guard. They try to be much more proactive in “X-Force #4,” investigating the attacks and organizing a response. Naturally, Wolverine is part of that response since many of the threats X-Force deals with require significant stabbing. Now, armed with Krakoan weapons provided by Forge and Kid Omega’s attitude, they’re ready to be a new kind of X-Force.

It may not be the kind of profane, brooding, blood-soaked X-Force we’ve seen in the past, but it feels appropriate for the X-Men’s current situation. Jonathan Hickman set up a very different set of dynamics for the X-Men through “House of X/Powers of X.” Percy just creates a version of X-Force that fits within the context of these dynamics.

Having a team like this doesn’t just feel necessary after the events of the first three issues. It feels personal. These weren’t just angry protests or hate threads on Twitter. Someone managed to attack their home and shoot one of their most powerful figures in the head. However one might feel about X-Force’s violent tactics, there’s no denying that they’re as motivated as they ever were.

For a quality X-Force comic, it’s not enough to just have ample violence and an attitude ripped from mid-90s heavy metal music. There needs to be a greater context to the added violence, preferably one that complements the current status quo of the X-Men comics. With “X-Force #4,” Percy succeeds in creating that context and artist Joshua Cassara gives it the necessary grit.

The overall lineup for X-Force is still somewhat small, but it has plenty of room to grow. After what happens on the final page, it’ll have to for reasons that are as obvious as they are bloody. The threat X-Force has to kill is still somewhat vague. Only a few details have come out thus far, but the only detail that matters is that they can hit Krakoa where it hurts and they’re not inclined to be diplomatic about it.

X-Force has always billed itself as a superhero team that relies on less-than-heroic methods to get the job done. They’re not a team that wears flashy costumes and parades alongside other, more reputable heroes. They do what they do in the shadows and don’t mind incurring some extra bloodstains to do it.

X-Force #4” starts with something bloody, but ends with something bloodier. Given the nature of the emerging threats they face and the wounds they’ve already incurred, it promises to get even bloodier with future issues. It’s everything you want in an X-Force comic and then some.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Opposites Attract (And Seduce)

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We’ve all heard a saying about opposites attracting. It’s very counter-intuitive. When we’re looking for a romantic partner, our first instinct is to find someone with common interests. We seek comfort in the familiar. We intuitively think it’s easier to build a lasting relationship with someone who has as much in common with us as possible.

However, that intuition isn’t always right. Granted, there is some research to indicate that opposites don’t attract as often as those old sayings would have us believe. At the same time, most people know a couple who couldn’t be more different in terms of personality, yet they still manage to make it work. Some end up getting married and staying married for decades.

It’s a strange, but uniquely romantic phenomenon. Sometimes, having someone too similar to you just doesn’t work. Things get boring and predictable. That can be palpable in the short term, but over time, things will get mundane. Human beings are novelty seeking creatures and being with someone different than you opens the door to plenty of novelty and not just in the bedroom.

Nobody knows the traits of the person they fall in love with. I suspect that the love of my life will have more than a few similarities with me with respect to interests and passions, but I also have a feeling they’ll be so different from me in certain areas that it defies all reason. Then again, love is one of those feelings that has been known to defy reason.

It doesn’t have to be logical to work. It just has to be romantic, passionate, sexy, and everything in between. This Daily Sexy Musing should help make that case. Enjoy!

You see the world in a strangely different way.

You carry yourself unlike anyone else.

You have interests, talents, and passions that seem downright alien.

You and I couldn’t be more distant in terms of shared traits.

Despite all that, we’re hopelessly drawn to one another. Like opposite ends of a magnet, an unseen attraction pulls us closer. In sea of similarities, your differences stand out. I can glance throw a crowd of countless faces. I’ll still find you. That’s how distinct you are to me. My brain doesn’t understand, but my heart clearly knows.

By every logical whim, we shouldn’t be together. I don’t do the things you’re inclined to do, nor am I excited by the things that enchant you. I’m not adverse to them, but I’m hardly tempted to try. The unknown and unfamiliarity dissuades me, just as my interests and inclinations dissuade you. How can our love work like this?

First, I dare you to enter my world.

Then, you dare me to enter yours.

At first, we’re reluctant.

The next moment, we’re curious.

Suddenly, we venturing into uncharted territory.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I know I want to share it with you. It’s stressful, but thrilling. The experience hits us in unexpected ways. We’re out of our comfort zone. We now find ourselves a place entirely new, one we can only reach together. It’s in that moment, that logic fails and our love win out.

I am not like you.

You are not like me.

That’s the catalyst the forms our bond.

That’s the journey we gladly share.

In a paradox of nature and passions, opposing forces brought us together. A special passion bring us closer.

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Why Organized Religion Opposes Assisted Suicide (For The Wrong Reasons)

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Most people under the age of 40 are too young to remember the controversy surrounding Dr. Jack Kevorkian, also known as “Dr. Death.” For a time, he was one of the most polarizing figures in the world because he made assisted suicide a major socio-political issue. From 1989 to 1998, he took part in approximately 130 assisted suicides. It’s because of him that every state has a law regarding the practice.

Before I go any further into this very sensitive, exceedingly emotional issue, I want to make one thing clear. I don’t have a strong position on assisted suicide. I’ve had a hard time arguing in either direction. On one hand, I can understand someone in chronic pain wanting to end their life. On the other, I also worry that making such a practice mundane could undermine efforts to treat debilitating conditions.

I have people in my family who have fought debilitating illnesses. Some have lost those fights. Others won out and are stronger because of it. I believe that if you had talked to them on a particularly bad day, they might have seriously considered assisted suicide as an option. It’s a heart-wrenching issue that I’m not qualified to debate.

Despite those qualifications, I believe I’m still capable of scrutinizing certain aspects of the debate. Reasonable people can make reasonable arguments for and against assisted suicide. I’ll leave that part of the debate to people smarter and more informed than me. For the bad arguments made by unreasonable people, however, I think I’m as qualified as anyone.

One of the most vocal opponents of assisted suicide come from organized religion, especially the Catholic Church. Their position is fairly clear. Suicide is an egregious sin and a crime against human dignity. Even if you’re in debilitating pain, it’s not your place to take your own life. Only the all-powerful, all-knowing deity of their faith can do that. Some go so far as to claim that suicide automatically condemns a soul to Hell.

Setting aside, for a moment, the kind of theology that would condemn suffering people to more suffering in the afterlife, it’s worth taking a step back to ask why assisted suicide is an issue for organized religion in the first place. What interest could any religion have for getting involved in such an immensely personal issue?

To answer that question, it’s also necessary to distinguish between organized religion and the personal faith that people have. Your personal faith is personal. It’s between you and your loved ones. When religions get organized, they become impersonal and subject to different influences. As demonstrated by corporations or governments, those influences aren’t always holy, to say the least.

An organized religion, be it a huge institution like the Catholic Church or just a small denomination of churches, temples, and mosques, are driven by the same incentives. They need money, adherents, labor, and support from as many followers as possible. How they go about obtaining those resources varies from faith to faith. When it comes to maintaining those assets, however, things get less varied.

I’ve noted before how religious institutions have used dogma to maintain and reinforce social inequality. Any institution, religious or not, has a strong incentive to keep its followers in a state of ignorance, poverty, and dependence. It also can’t have too many people questioning the dogma, nor can it have people with enough resources or comforts to function without its help.

With religion, those incentives are easier to codify because it can claim that their doctrine doesn’t come from law, money, or brute force. It’s ordained by a powerful deity that is on their side. People can argue against politicians, protest greedy businesses, and question long-standing traditions. They can only do so much against a powerful, invisible deity.

It’s within this context that organized religion clashes with assisted suicide. Like with inequality, assisted suicide directly undermines the manpower and resources of religious institutions. It doesn’t just take from them an adherent or a potential convert. It strikes at the foundation on which organized religion builds its influence on people.

In the same way that a business needs customers with money to spend on their goods, organized religion needs people who feel deficient, impoverished, or desperate. It’s a well-documented phenomenon. Those who are poor, hungry, and suffering tend to gravitate towards organized religion.

Sometimes, this is a good thing because there are religious organizations out there who provide food, comfort, and care. Even if doing so acts as an indirect way to recruit adherents, it still provides tangible help to people who need it. That’s an aspect of organized religion that deserves respect. When it comes to suffering and dying, however, the practices aren’t nearly as commendable.

When people are dealing with a suffering loved one, it’s incredible difficult. It takes an emotional toll on both the individual and their family. It’s heart-breaking on so many levels. It’s also an unscrupulous opportunity for organized religion.

While they won’t outright prey on someone else’s suffering, they’ll often act as a source of relief and comfort. They’ll try to act as a shoulder to cry on, telling both the person suffering and their families everything they want to hear. It earns them points from both them and the larger community. They can claim they’re helping a suffering family, but without actually helping them.

They stop short of paying for an expensive, life-saving procedure. They’ll also stop short of paying medical bills that might have piled up. They’ll sometimes promise to promote scientific research to treat whatever is causing so much pain, but in terms of over-arching incentives, that makes sense in the context that any organization wants to keep its adherents alive.

When assisted suicide enters the equation, the religious organizations miss out on that opportunity. Instead of comfort from a priest, mullah, rabbi, or monk, those suffering can get relief from a simple medical procedure. Their family can also enjoy a sense of closure in that their loved one isn’t suffering anymore. No religious influence is necessary here.

For some, that’s not just a problem. That’s a threat. Anything that subverts the need for the religious organization undermines its ability to maintain and grow its influence. Assisted suicide does all that and then some. However, it goes beyond simply not having the chance to endear themselves to sick people and their families.

From their perspective, assisted suicide sets a dangerous precedent. If too many poor, desperate, suffering people start killing themselves to escape, then they lose one of their best sources of new adherents. It’s the same reason why they discourage abortion and contraception, hoping that adherents produce more adherents for the organization. It all comes back to maintaining and growing the institution.

That usually isn’t the stated purpose. Almost every major religion that discourages assisted suicide will argue from a moral perspective. However, the indirect effect is certainly there. That’s not to say that the heads of these religious organizations secretly meet in dark rooms and craft their dogma with these factors in mind. It’s simply a byproduct of large groups of people responding to incentives.

Even if the implications of opposing assisted suicide are indirect, it’s still not a good reason to oppose the practice. It requires that people overlook the suffering and pain of others while convincing them that they don’t have the right to make important choices in their lives. That effort only leads to more suffering and that can never be justified, no matter how much dogma is applied.

As always, I want to make clear that I’m not calling all religious organizations malicious for opposing assisted suicide. I don’t believe that those within these organizations are out to cause more suffering. Most believe, in their heart of hearts, that they’re doing the right thing. The problem is that dogma, doctrine, and powerful incentives can overshadow those efforts.

There are good, legitimate reasons to oppose assisted suicide. Unfortunately, organized religion rarely relies on those reasons. On top of that, they have one too many incentives not to focus on those reasons.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Fireplace Edition

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It’s getting cold outside. Winter is here and that’s no longer a teaser for a popular HBO show. Fall may not officially end until late December, but if you live in an area outside a tropical climate, it feels like winter. There have already been a few major snowstorms. This is just the beginning. As I write this, it’s freezing outside and I’m clinging to a hot cup of coffee.

There are many ways to stay warm in the winter. Some are a lot sexier than others. While I could definitely name a few, I’d like to focus on one that’s more pragmatic than sex, but still has a sexy connotation. It’s a fireplace. Whether gas powered or wood burning, having a roaring fire in the fireplace is a great way to keep your place warm in the winter. It’s also a grate way to set a sexy mood.

I can say that because the place I currently live at has a gas fireplace. In fact, one of the many reasons I bought my current home is because it has this nice little feature that I’ve always been fond of. A roaring fire in the fireplace isn’t just a nice utility for the winter months. It creates a unique ambiance that I find very intimate.

It’s an ambiance that has all sorts of romantic potential. I can easily imagine having a nice candle-lit dinner, followed by a little snuggling near the fire while it gets cold outside. That helps things get heated. From there, simple passions flare up. It’s a beautiful thing.

Not everyone has a fireplace and even a few who do probably see it as nothing more than a heating tool. I believe it can be more than that. Please use the following edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts as my arguments for the inherent sexiness of fireplaces. Enjoy!


“Women who watch gay porn and men who watch lesbian porn are sending mixed, yet understandable messages.”


“Trashy is just sex appeal made disgusting.”


“We live in an age where we share so much of our lives with total strangers online, but we’re still very protective of our porno stash.”


“How horny do you have to be to consider using a used sex toy?”


“Ignorance may be bliss for an individual, but knowledge is essential for anyone who wants to please their lover.”


“Being bitter that other people are more attractive than you is like being heartbroken that a prostitute slept with someone other than you.”


“A heartwarming gesture is the simplest way to start warming up someone’s loins.”


I hope that warmed everyone’s heart, loins, and everything in between. It’s going to be a long winter. There are many long, cold nights ahead of us. If you have a fireplace and a lover to share the warmth with, this is the perfect time of year to make use of it. There might be easier ways to stay warm, but I doubt few others will be as effective and sexy.

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“A Very Merry Sex Robot” A Sexy Short Story (About Christmas And Sex Robots)

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The following is a sexy short story about Christmas and sex robots. It’s a combination that I don’t think exists enough in this world and I’d like to contribute to it. I hope this story starts a trend. The holidays are a wonderful time of year. Sex robots can only make them more wonderful. I hope this story proves that. Enjoy!

“Tis the season, my ass,” groaned less than jovial Ethan Elder. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy Christmas this year?

That was the tenth time Ethan had asked himself that question in the past hour, but he remained no closer to an answer. He’d contemplated it in various forms for over a year, but had only succeeded in making himself more miserable. Even in the comfort of his parents’ home on Christmas, the disillusion and despair festered. At this point, even a Christmas miracle couldn’t mend his broken spirit.

The past year had left Ethan with little capacity for cheer on the holidays. Since late January, his life had been consumed by a messy and ugly divorce from his now ex-wife, Gina. In hindsight, he should’ve seen the signs.

Ethan and Gina had been high school sweethearts who got married on a whim after graduating, thinking it would solidify their relationship for the long term. It was the antithesis of what their friends and peers did with their significant others, few of which remained together. He and Gina thought they were bucking the trend by taking a giant leap forward with their relationship. He genuinely believed in their love.

Ethan now realized just how wrong he’d been. In fact, he should’ve realized it sooner.

“How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see it coming?” he said, his face still buried in his pillow.

Those were among the many other questions he’d asked himself, even before Gina filed for divorce. The answers seemed obvious now, but they still hurt, especially during the holidays.

Getting married when they were young, inexperienced, and ill-prepared had been a challenge, but it wasn’t what broke their relationship. They’d begun their married life with a shared vision. They were going to go to college together, graduate with business degrees, and start their own company, and chart a bold new path for their family. It seemed so naïve and idealistic, but that only made it more appealing in their eyes.

That idealism started fading as soon as they entered college. That was where their vision started to diverge. While Ethan believed in staying true to that vision, Gina started showing interest in other goals. The more she learned, the more she realized that she didn’t want to start a business. She developed a passion for art, movies, and film production. At first, he thought it was just an elective that she enjoyed. Then, she started dropping hints that this was where her passion resided.

Unfortunately, Ethan didn’t pick up on those hints. Looking back on it, he went out of his way to ignore them.

“I tried to tell you. I really, really tried,” Gina told him the day she filed for divorce, “but you just made it so damn difficult!”

She might have been half-right. Even her lawyer admitted that she waited way too long to tell him that she wanted a life different from the one they’d planned. That didn’t make the heartbreak that followed any less painful.

They still graduated college together.

They still started that business together, which went onto become quite successful.

However, success didn’t make Gina happy and her misery quickly became his. Misery led to many fights and many more arguments. Little came from them, aside from tempering the love and intimacy they once shared. Before long, Gina started showing interest in other men. Ethan even admitted that his eyes began to wander as they became more distant. It got to a point where they started sleeping in separate rooms, becoming colder and more distant along the way.

While there was never any sexual infidelity, Gina admitted to his face that she wanted to. She even admitted that she’d kissed a man who’d been helping her with film projects on the side. She would’ve gone further had she not been wearing her wedding ring, but it was that moment when she realized that she no longer loved him.

“The woman I am…the man you are…we’re just not the same. I’m sorry, Ethan. But I can’t love you like I used to.”

Hearing those words broke his heart. Receiving divorce papers hurt even more. At first, he tried to fight it. He tried to reconcile with her. That only made the process more painful.

Since she still helped build the business they founded, she got half the assets. Since she had no interest in running it, she sold it off. He ended up doing the same, no longer able to pursue a vision that he could no longer share. Ethan still ended up with a sizable amount of money, but he couldn’t have been more miserable.

His parents had been trying to console him for months. His dad even insisted that he stay with them for Christmas, if only to get away from the now-empty house he once shared with Gina. They’d even let him sleep in his old room, as if to reconnect with happier times. Even in the early hours of Christmas morning, it still didn’t work.

“After the year I’ve had, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to enjoy Christmas again,” he groaned.

Ethan buried his face in his pillow again, too miserable to sleep and too restless to think straight. He looked over at the clock. It read two in the morning. He already wished he could skip the holidays this year in hopes of rebuilding his life, his heart, and his soul for the next year.

He was prepared to turn around and force himself back to sleep somehow. Then, he got an unexpected text on his cell phone, which sat atop the dresser next to his bed. It came from an unknown number and conveyed a cryptic message.

“Good morning, Ethan,” it read. “Santa has delivered to you a very special gift. Please come downstairs to receive it.”

Ethan read over the message a few times. He tried to look up the number, but it was blocked. That was unusual, especially after getting a new phone number to distance himself from former business associates. While he remained too miserable to get excited, he was none-the-less curious.

“This better not be a prank by Gina’s sister,” Ethan muttered.

Setting his phone aside, he got out of bed and made his way downstairs to the living room. He didn’t even bother putting on slippers or changing out of his pajamas. He fully expected to be underwhelmed, disappointed, and more jaded than he already was.

As he neared the living room, however, Ethan noticed something odd. The lights to the Christmas tree had been turned on, which was unusual. There were also muddy boot prints in the foyer, hinting that someone had actually entered the house at midnight to deliver something. Whether it was Santa, his dad, or one of his dad’s friends was anyone’s guess, but Ethan doubted it could be anything too elaborate.

Then, he entered the living room and saw something that rendered him shocked and astonished.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Ethan Elder,” said a beautiful female figure. “My name is Merry. I am a sex robot of the highest quality. I have been configured, programmed, and calibrated to give you the love you so desperately need this Christmas.”

For a brief moment, Ethan had to blink a few times and shake his head, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Near as he could tell, this was real.

Standing in front of the Christmas tree that he’d helped his parents decorate was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d been cut from the centerfold of a beauty magazine. Her figure was perfect, from the curve of her hips to the shape of her breasts to the hue of her lips. She had dashing blue eyes, shoulder-length hair that looked glistened like silk, and flawless skin that was either divine or artificial. At that moment, Ethan wasn’t sure which would’ve shocked him more.

On top of that, she wore what appeared to be red lingerie with a matching lace bra and thong. In the center, just between her ample breasts, was a large red bow. It was like someone had wrapped her to be a real present. She even seemed to embrace that role as she stepped forth to greet him.

“Before you ask, my programming requires that I identify myself and my purpose,” she said. “I am Ideal Companions Model 2.89, purchased by special request from David and Martha Elder three weeks ago and delivered by request on Christmas morning. My features include advanced AI interface, fully functional synthetic flesh, and sexual function at or beyond that of a healthy young woman. I am also programmed to seek a mutually intimate bond with Ethan Elder, my pre-determined lover.”

Ethan would’ve laughed if he hadn’t been so shocked. Now, he understood why his parents insisted that he spend Christmas at their house. They’d apparently seen how miserable and lonely he’d been after his divorce. He might have even mentioned a few times how he’d connect with another living woman. His father might have taken that statement literally.

As overwhelmed as he was at her presence, Ethan still found himself approach her, if only to confirm she was real. Once again, he made sure he wasn’t dreaming. He knew sex robots were real. He even knew about Ideal Companions, having done business with them a while back. He just never imagined he’d be in the presence of one of their models, let alone one so beautiful.

“Please, take all the time you need to understand this setup,” Merry continued, as if reading from a script. “Note that my programming and Ideal Companion’s policy permits you to refuse connection, thereby prompting an expedited return and a full refund of your deposit. Based on the data I’ve downloaded from your recent onslaught of heartbreak and distress, I hope you do not make such a choice. But if you so choose, I will honor it.”

Ethan could’ve ended it right then and there. He was tempted to do so, if only to end this craziness and demand an awkward conversation with is parents. However, another part of him was drawn to this woman. Robot or not, she had a presence that captivated him.

Whether it was her presence, the revealing lingerie she wore, or the fact that he hadn’t been intimate with a woman in over a year, Ethan found himself making a snap decision on the spot. It might not have been well thought out, but it felt right.

“I…want you to stay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you please confirm this sentiment directly?” she asked. “Do you wish for me to be your intimate companion?”

Ethan had a chance to second-guess himself. More often than not, he didn’t get that chance and when he did, he rarely went against his gut decision. This time felt different. This time, everything about his first inclination felt right.

“Yes,” he said in a more confident tone. “I’d like that…I think.”

“Wonderful!” Merry said. “You still sound uncertain. Perhaps it will help if I show you the kind of intimate companionship I can offer.”

Without further explanation, the beautiful female figure undressed on the spot. She started by unwrapping the bow over her chest, as if to unwrap a present in the sexiest way possible. She then removed her lingerie, performing a sensual striptease under the light of the Christmas tree. It was both festive and sexy. By the time she was done, Merry stood before him in the middle of the room, fully naked with every feminine feature on full display.

“Come to me, Ethan,” she said with a welcoming gesture. “Embrace my body while I embrace yours.”

Ethan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There was a beautiful naked woman standing in front of him, inviting him into her loving grasp. Every instinct of every healthy heterosexual man urged him to accept that invitation. Had he not been in his parents’ house, wearing unwashed pajama pants and a dirty old T-shirt for the third night in a row, he might have done so.

However, his heart was still raw. On top of that, Ethan hadn’t been intimate with a woman in a long time. A part of him wondered if he could even muster the desire. Such hesitation probably would’ve raised concern for most women, but Merry wasn’t the least bit dissuaded. Instead, she just smiled warmly and approached him.

“Here,” Merry said to him, “let me take your clothes off.”

“I uh…I can manage,” Ethan said anxiously.

“I know you can,” she said, “but if I’m to be your loyal companion, I need plenty of hands on experience.”

“Hands on…right,” he said with a chuckle. “I didn’t know sex robots could make jokes.”

“My abilities go beyond sex. If you give me a chance, I’d be happy to demonstrate.”

He answered only with an awkward smile. Merry interpreted that as affirmation and proceeded accordingly.

She took a step closer, her nude form now perfectly within reach. Ethan still didn’t make a move. He just stood there while Merry took off his shirt, grasping the hem and pulling it up over his head. She then took off his pants, boxers and all. She wasn’t aggressive or intense. She was very gentle and caring, as though she were tending to someone who was wounded. Given what he’d been through over the past six months, it wasn’t that far from the truth.

“You’re a handsome, caring man, Ethan,” Merry said as she took in his nude form. “Any woman, robot or otherwise, would be lucky to have you as their lover.”

“I’m flattered,” Ethan said, blushing somewhat under her gaze. “Is that another part of your demonstration?”

“It can be, if you wish. But a more important part involves helping you feel comfortable around your new lover. So please, if you desire, touch me. Get a feel for my body while I get a feel for yours.”

Again, Ethan fell silent with shock. That might have been for the best. He had a tendency to say dumb things when he was overwhelmed. His ex-wife had reminded him of that more than once during their divorce proceedings. For now, he tried not to think about that. For the first time in years, he was going to enjoy a true, genuine gift.

“Okay. Let’s do this,” was all he said.

Hiding his nervousness behind an awkward smile, he welcomed the attractive feminine figure into his arms. Merry eagerly accepted, still smiling warmly as she pawed his upper body with both hands. Ethan finally let his once-dead passions arise and began exploring her naked body. The feeling of her flesh, synthetic or not, was every bit as overwhelming as her beauty.

He welcomed more of her caring touch as Merry offered more affectionate gestures. She trailed her hands over his chest and arms, as though she’d been programmed with a keen knowledge of how he liked to be touched. If she were as advanced as she claimed, that was likely true to some extent.

Even though she was a robot, Ethan was gentle. He started by caressing her face, lightly touching her cheek and running his finger through her hair. He steadily grew bolder, trailing his hands down her feminine curves, feeling around her hips, thighs, and butt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. Had she not stated that she was a robot, he would’ve thought her to be an angel, coming to grant him mercy on a cold Christmas morning.

It felt so good that he was almost afraid to feel any other part of her body. Merry must have sensed that because she helped guide his touching. As if to reignite his dormant passions, she lightly grasped his wrists and guided one hand to her breasts and the other to her inner thighs.

“Don’t be shy, Ethan,” Merry told him. “Here. Feel my breasts. Feel my vagina. I want you to touch them. I want to be intimate with you.”

Ethan swallowed nervously, but managed to not look too foolish. He was already naked with her in his parents’ living room on Christmas Eve. What else could possibly shock him?

That didn’t make feeling Merry’s breasts and genitals any less overwhelming. It was incredible, grasping her fleshy orbs and caressing her womanhood. His experience with his ex-wife gave him little confidence in his ability to navigate female anatomy, but Merry’s soft purrs of approval reassured him. Unlike Gina, she appreciated soft, loving touch.

“Mmm…that feels good,” she told him. “So soft and caring…I like it. It makes me want to kiss you.”

“I…wouldn’t stop you if you tried,” he said.

That might not have been the best response to a beautiful woman’s overt approval, but she didn’t hold that against him. She still kissed him passionately. Her lips tasted sweeter than any holiday treat. Synthetic flesh or not, it was a wonderful feeling. It also shattered whatever reservation he had left about embracing Merry as his robot lover.

As their lips meshed, the touching continued. He kept fondling her breast with one hand while rubbing her outer folds with the other. He even slipped his fingers inside her, which revealed that her feminine anatomy functioned every bit as well as a non-robot woman. She was very aroused and Ethan was finally sharing that feeling. He felt his manhood become fully erect with more urgency than he’d experienced since his honeymoon.

Merry quickly sensed this and directed her touch to his lower body. The feeling of a beautiful woman’s loving touch on his penis might as well have been a Christmas miracle. It was overwhelming, but for once, Ethan embraced it. Divorce and heartbreak had nearly broken him. Now, he had a chance to rebuild his soul with the aid of a beautiful sex robot on Christmas.

“Ethan,” Merry said, abruptly breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Merry?” Ethan said, replying with his first sliver of confidence.

“Let’s make love,” she said, “right here…in front of the Christmas tree…together.”

The way she said it made it sound daring. Not forgetting they were still in his parents’ house and they were likely still asleep, it was to some extent. Ethan had avoided such daring acts leading up to his divorce. He was officially ready to be bold again.

“Just when I thought this Christmas couldn’t get any better,” he said with a beaming grin.

“Oh it can, my darling. I promise it can!” Merry replied in the most seductive tone he’d ever heard from a woman.

They kissed and embraced again. This time, there was no explorative touching or overwhelming reservations. It was full-fledged foreplay of the most passionate kind.

Ethan twirled his tongue with hers, forgetting completely that she was a robot and her tongue was likely some biosynthetic substitute. He hungrily felt up her naked body, paying close attention to her inner thighs and breasts, evoking plenty of soft gasps from his robot lover. He was turning her on, literally and figuratively. She returned the favor by stroking his cock and clutching his shoulder, communicating a deep desire for his intimate love. With only the light of the Christmas tree filling the living room, they pursued that desire to the utmost.

Ethan took the initiative, something Gina rarely let him do during the latter parts of their marriage. He grasped Merry by the hips, laid her down on the floor just in front of the Christmas tree, and got on top of her. She looked even more beautiful under the festive lighting, her gaze begging him for the full force of his love. Ethan gladly obliged, positioning himself between her legs and aligning their bodies for an intimate union.

“I’m ready, Ethan,” Merry said. “I want this so much.”

“So do I,” Ethan said, his voice dazed with passion.

He took a deep breath.

Then, he tightened his grip on her hips.

Finally, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid manhood into her wet, womanly depths.

It was nothing short of heavenly, feeling that hot flesh surround his cock. It had been a while since he’d had sex, but this felt better than anything he remembered from his ex. It was like reconnecting with a feeling he thought he’d lost forever. Now, thanks to this beautiful female sex robot, he could cherish it again.

“Merry…oh Merry!” Ethan gasped.

“That’s it, my lover,” she said lovingly. “Give it to me. Share this feeling with me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. That unleashed over a year’s worth of passion and desire. Like a man reborn and rejuvenated, he made love to this beautiful woman with every ounce of vigor he could muster.

Ethan was still careful at first, steadily working his hips and torso in a steady motion, allowing their intimate flesh to become acquainted. Once they got a feel for one another, he stepped up the pace. He dug his knees and feet into the shag carpet, driving his manhood into her with greater fervor. Her body rocked along with his, naked skin gliding with naked skin every step of the way. He loved how her breasts pressed against his chest and how her legs tensed every time he thrust into her, as if to embrace him fully and not just sexually.

Once Ethan established a steady pace of lovemaking, the experience opened up in unexpected ways. With Gina, sex had become such a formality. There were only so many ways she would do it with him and he agreed to those because he wanted to please her. At some point, it stopped being fun and passionate. Merry was the complete opposite. She gleefully shared in the spirit, encouraging him to explore the breadth of his passions.

Ethan rolled around with her on the rug, taking her from various positions, including a few Gina never let him try. He turned her over onto all fours and took her from behind, squeezing her butt and nibbling her ear from behind. He laid her on her side, hitched a leg over his shoulder, and thrust into her at an angle, allowing him to tease her feet in ways that made her squeal with delight. He even laid down on his back and she rode him cowgirl style while he fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples in ways that got an even stronger reaction.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” she cried out. “Just like that, Ethan! Just like that!”

It was beautifully chaotic, a true venting of genuine passion. It didn’t matter that it involved a sex robot. The passion felt real. It was every bit as real as the pleasure.

After plenty of chaotic passion, that special gift was about to culminate. Ethan was ready to climax. He had his robot lover on her side with him spooning her from behind. She angled her hips perfectly so that he could thrust into her in just the right way, maximizing the penetration as he neared his peak. It also allowed him to fondle her breast and kiss her neck, evoking more delighted gasps from Merry. She claimed she could climax. He was about to put that ability to the test.

“I’m close, Merry! I’m going to…come…soon!” Ethan said through labored grunts.

“Yes! I…I can feel it!” she said. “My body…and your body…oohhh I feel it!”

It might have been a result of clever programming.

It might even have been a result of special engineering that ensured Merry achieved orgasm at the same time as her lover.

The prelude didn’t matter. Only the culmination mattered and in that fateful moment, he and Merry climaxed together.

It was both intense and cathartic. Ethan closed his eyes and let out a deep gasp, as if to let out a year’s worth of frustration and heartbreak. Hot waves of orgasmic pleasure erupted through his core as his manhood throbbed inside his robot lover’s depths. His release appeared to trigger hers. Merry let an orgasmic cry of her own, taking his hand in hers and giving it a firm squeeze. Regardless of whether robots experienced orgasm the same as humans, there was no denying the results.

The greatest gift Ethan had ever received was complete. This new connection with Merry was sealed.

“Merry…my new robot lover,” Ethan said, still swimming in a sea of euphoria.

“That was my purpose when I was programmed,” she said. “Now, it is my passion.”

“You already know the difference?”

“Of course,” she said playfully. “For a man such as you, Ethan Elder, desire isn’t enough. Even purpose will not do. You are a man of passion. Your former lover may have forgotten that, but I certainly won’t. Consider that a promise and one last Christmas gift.”

“And what a gift it is!”

They shared another joyous laugh. Then, as their bodies parted, Merry rolled over and kissed him again. Still curled under the light of a Christmas tree, it felt like the end of one painful journey and the start of something much more promising. Ethan thought he’d never enjoy this feeling again after Gina broke his heart. Merry had officially proved him wrong and that, in many ways, was the greatest Christmas gift of all.

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