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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only as much as necessary,” she responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, that’s…wow,” he stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was kissing Alice on the lips.

He was grasping her butt with both hands.

He was standing naked with her in his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The air grew hot.

The touching became urgent.

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

“Tom?” she said, still in his arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhh fuck!” he gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what about you?” Tom asked.

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

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

Could a robot feel real affection for a human?

Could he feel just as much affection for a robot?

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

“Tom,” she said longingly, “take me.”

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

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

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

“Yes,” Alice said. “I feel it, Tom.”

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

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

Ecstasy merged with desire.

Primal instincts took over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Alice?” he replied.

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

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

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

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Daydreaming

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We all daydream. Life can be tedious, boring, and uneventful for extended periods. Anyone who has ever had to wait in line at the DMV can attest to that. It’s an inescapable aspect of life and, being the adaptive creatures we are, daydreaming is a common way to get through it. I would even argue it’s universal.

When done right, it can be good for you. There’s even some science to back that up. When it gets sexy, though, things can get complicated and not always in a bad way. For an aspiring erotica/romance writer like me, I often treat sexy daydreaming as typical brainstorming. More than one of my stories has come to me while waiting in line at the grocery store.

Being a man, it can get awkward for reasons I’ve shared before. If you’re a man, sexy daydreaming comes with some unique risks. If it’s too sexy, then you’re going to have a problem that will only get worse if you happen to be wearing extra-tight pants. Even if you’re wearing the loosest pants you have, it’s all too easy to get lost in a sexy daydream.

Those risks aside, I believe the rewards are plenty worth it. Whether you’re single, married, or something in between, a little sexy daydreaming can go a long way towards giving you sexy ideas. Since all great feats start as ideas, I believe they’re worth contemplating. I sincerely hope this Daily Sexy Musing will inspire some seamy ideas. If you have some you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

It’s starts with a thought. Then, desire enters the picture. They start to mingle, exchanging and entwining images and ideas. The end result is the same.

In my mind, my most intimate fantasies become real.

In my mind, I am unbound by restraints and restrictions.

In my mind, I dare to explore the breadth of my passions.

From the outside, there is nothing fanciful about me. I walk through crowded streets, smile at casual acquaintances, and conduct myself like any others. Nobody gives me a second look. I am just living an ordinary, mundane life. It hardly does justice to the extraordinary thoughts racing through my mind.

In that world, I am something greater.

In that world, my desires are within reach.

In that world, my passions are unlimited.

In that world, nothing holds me back.

I can walk down the same street and draw the utmost awe from total strangers. My abilities and talents are superhuman, capable of carrying me to the heavens and beyond. The love and fulfillment I seek is both real and nearby. It comes to me as quickly as I run towards it. When I embrace it, everything comes together.

My heart races.

My skin burns.

My loins reacts.

These thoughts aren’t real, but that doesn’t matter to my body. From these thoughts, my desires become tangible. In these fantasies, I gain a strength that reality denies me. Real or not, they inspire me as much as they arouse me. I now have something to strive for.

Whether it’s possible does not matter.

Whether it’s achievable matters even less.

These are my ideas from my world. Reality may not yield, but I’ll make sure it bends.

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My Top Five Questions/Unresolved Plots For “Rick And Morty” Season 4

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Good things are worth waiting for. Great things are worth agonizing over for weeks, months, and years on end. Being an unapologetic romantic, I tend to put love near the top of the list of things that are worth the agony. However, a new season of “Rick and Morty” is definitely in that upper echelon.

Since Season 3 concluded in October 2017, I think it’s safe to say that the line between patience and agony is somewhat blurred. That said, there are plenty of reasons to endure. Last year, it was announced that “Rick and Morty” had been renewed for 70 episodes. That promised to cut down on the lengthy wait times between seasons that have plagued the show since it gained such a passionate following.

Even after that announcement, news on the status of Season 4 was scarce. We knew it was being worked on, but there was little in terms of certainty and release dates. Finally, it became official. “Rick and Morty” Season 4 is set to debut in November 2019. It still feels like a long wait, but at least we finally know the endpoint.

As someone who loves this show and has written about it more than once, I’m ready to endure the agony of the wait. Knowing there’s a schwifty reward at the end, I’m as excited as many other fans to see how this series and its cosmic eccentricities unfold. After the various events in Season 3, there’s plenty to explore and I’ll be watching with plenty of vodka and pickles in hand.

If you don’t understand that reference, then we’re going to have problems.

While I wait alongside many other anxious fans, I’d like to share a quick list of burning questions I have for Season 4 of “Rick and Morty.” While I don’t doubt many others will emerge along the way, these are the ones that I am eager to see touched on once the show gets going again.

Now, there’s always a risk in getting excited or curious about certain aspects of this show. Both Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland have a knack for twisting plots in quirky, yet creative ways. Given the capabilities of someone like Rick Sanchez, which include using a universe as a car battery and defeating an intergalactic tyrant while drunk, there are infinite possibilities in a very literal sense.

Despite these complications, these are my top questions for this most schwifty of shows. If I had a Meeseeks Box, these are the main objectives I’d want addressed.


Meeseeks #1: What Is Evil Morty’s Plan?

This question is probably the most pressing and I know I’m not the only one contemplating it. Evil Morty has been subject to many fan theories ever since he debuted in Season 1’s “Close Encounters of the Rick Kind.” His story is still a mystery, but his devious nature was solidified in Season 3 when he took over the Citadel of Ricks in “The Ricklantis Mix-Up.”

He has been set up as a looming threat, albeit one who hasn’t implemented his ultimate plan. He’s definitely in a position to do so now. Whether that’ll occur in Season 4 or at a future date is not yet clear, but this is one of the show’s most compelling arcs. What exactly made Evil Morty evil? What are the extent of his capabilities? What’s his connection to Rick C-137, if any?

There are a lot of questions surrounding Evil Morty, but it was made clear in “The Ricklantis Mix-Up” that he has an agenda and it’s only a matter of time before it spreads across the multiverse. It’s one of those stories that has the potential to shake up the entire “Rick and Morty” multiverse, which is why any mention of Evil Morty will be subject to greater scrutiny.


Meeseeks #2: Will We Learn Anything About Diane Sanchez?

Another unresolved and largely unexplored aspect of “Rick and Morty” is the story of Diane Sanchez, Rick’s ex-wife and Beth’s mother. She has been mentioned multiple times, but details about her are scarce and even misleading, as shown in “The Rickshank Redemption.”

Even without those details, Diane has already had an impact. From the very first episode, she is established as someone who has impacted the Sanchez family in major ways. Beth has fond memories of her. While Rick’s views on love aren’t exactly romantic, she clearly influenced him as well.

Whatever happened to Diane could be a major factor in what has driven Rick in the past. She could also be an influence in what drives him in the future, especially if it ties into the ongoing plot with Evil Morty. While it’s still possible that Diane remains one of those esoteric characters who never gets fleshed out, more details could help further add to the web of eccentricities that is Rick Sanchez.


Meeseeks #3: How Will The Family Dynamics Change With Jerry And Beth Getting Back Together?

One of the biggest shake-ups in Season 3 was the disillusion of Beth and Jerry’s marriage. It came as a direct result of the events of “The Rickshank Redemption.” However, this shake-up ultimately came full-circle by the season finale in “The Rickchurian Mortydate” when Beth welcomed Jerry back into the family.

It was a significant upheaval in the Smith family, but Jerry’s return may not be the end of it. Even at their most sentimental, Beth and Jerry’s relationship has never been stable. The subsequent revelations about Beth in “The ABC’s Of Beth” only adds to those complications. Add Rick, Morty, and even Summers’ various antics to the mix and there’s still plenty of family chaos to go around.

Jerry being back doesn’t resolve that fact that he’s still inept, unemployed, and often an obstacle for Rick. It also doesn’t resolve Beth’s own personal issues, the least of which involves her heavy wine consumption. Their chaotic relationship has often impacted Summer, Morty, and Rick on many levels and even if things are better, it’s still going to affect them.

Jerry made some major strides in Season 3. He confronted some of his shortcomings and inadequacies. It was part of what helped him get back with Beth. He’ll never be as capable as Rick, but his ability to grow has opened new doors for him and Beth. Hopefully, Season 4 will give him a chance to grow more, if only to challenge Rick.


Meeseeks #4: How Will Morty’s Character Evolve?

Morty is another one of those characters who underwent some subtle, but significant changes in Season 3. He’s no longer the wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights teenager who exists only to be overwhelmed by Rick’s antics. He’s shown that he can be just as capable, whether it’s helping his mom work one of Rick’s gadgets or disarming neutrino bombs.

At the same time, however, Season 3 revealed and darker undercurrent to Morty. “Rest and Ricklaxation” established that Morty can be pretty devious when he is purged of his shortcomings. It helped reveal that it’s very possible or a version of Morty to become evil and the one that was introduced in Season 1 wasn’t just an anomaly.

Whereas Rick is very exceedingly self-aware, often to the point of misanthropy, Morty seems more inclined to cross lines and become something else. When he gets a taste of power, be it from a disembodied arm or a high-tech suit that allows him to enjoy the Purge, it tends to corrupt him.

Does this mean Morty is destined to walk a darker path? Rick has noted a number of times that a Morty that’s full of himself can be dangerous. Hopefully, Season 4 can provide more insight.


Meeseeks #5: Will We Get Another Interdimensional Cable Or More Morty’s Mind Blowers?

This isn’t so much a question about the plot as it is a celebration of the eclectic humor of “Rick and Morty.” Anyone who wants a true understanding of what makes this show so fun need only watch the two episodes of Interdimensional Cable and Morty’s Mind Blowers.

The plots surrounding these episodes are usually asides. The main draw are the wild and quirky shows and memories that often stem from improvised lines by Justin Roiland. It’s basically unfiltered humor that’s brought to life through Rick Sanchez’s eccentric genius. Whether it takes the form of cable channels from other dimensions or memories purged from Morty’s mind, it’s a beautiful thing.

The only question is whether Season 4 will contain an episode of this nature. It doesn’t have to be part of some larger narrative. It can just be a one-off that’s built for laughs and crude jokes. It can be about salesmen with ants in their eyes or how to make a plumbus. As long as it delivers some memorable memes to go along with Pickle Rick, I’ll be happy.


This is just a basic wish list for now. There’s plenty more I hope to see in future episodes of “Rick and Morty.” There are probably things I didn’t know I wanted that this show will reveal. Honestly, who else knew they wanted to see Rick turn himself into a pickle? That’s just how crazy/fun/obscene a show like “Rick and Morty” can be.

Until then, we can only wait and agonize about the scwhiftiness to come. Wubba lubba dub dub!

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: House of X #2

What would you do if you could live your entire life over again with all the memories of your previous life? What if you could do that more than once and come into the world with knowledge and experience equivalent to multiple lives? Movies like “Groundhog Day” and “Edge of Tomorrow” attempted to answer that question in part. Jonathan Hickman tries to answer that question more fully in “House of X #2.”

As someone who has been reading comics for a sizable chunk of his life, I know how rare it is to see a single issue come along that both redefines a character and explores a host of new, exciting concepts. I thought “House of X #1” was one of those once-in-a-decade comics that wasn’t going to be matched for a good long while. I was wrong.

I’m glad I was wrong too because what Hickman accomplishes in “House of X #2” is as remarkable as it is engaging. It doesn’t just give context to the previous events that were revealed in both “House of X #1” and “Powers of X #1.” It completely redefines the entire history of the X-Men.

For a series that includes multiple time travel plots and multiple dystopian timelines, that’s quite an accomplishment. It’s how Hickman and artist Pepe Larraz go about it that makes “House of X #2” so impactful. It begins and ends with how the story rewrites the role of Moira MacTaggart.

It’s not hyperbole to say that this single issue makes Moira the most important character in the history of the X-Men, the mutant race, and their future. For a character who was either a love interest for Charles Xavier or a side-character who often got overshadowed by other mutants, that’s quite an accomplishment.

This is not the same Moira from the “X-Men First Class” movie. This version of Moira is a mutant with a very unique power. It doesn’t involve shooting lasers out of her eyes, reading minds, or shape-shifting. Her power is basically a more complete version of the abilities that Bill Murray and Tom Cruise enjoyed in the aforementioned movies.

In essence, Moira lives her entire life, dies, and is reborn with all her memories and experiences intact. It’s not restricted to a single day. It’s not indefinite, either. Like an old Mario game, she has a limit to the number of lives she can live. What she does with them is up to her. Knowing what happens to mutants, humans, the X-Men, and Charles Xavier informs her choices.

It raises many profound questions about Moira’s role in the history of the X-Men and the Marvel universe in general. It also expands on how Moira came to influence the events of “House of X #1” and “Powers of X #1.”

The story, itself, is built around the multiple lives that Moira has lived. I won’t spoil the details, since this is one of those comics that needs to be read to appreciate the impact. I’ll simply confirm that she tries multiple approaches to averting yet another dystopian future for the X-Men, mutants, and humanity as a whole.

Some of those approaches involve working with Charles Xavier. Others involve actively opposing him. In all the lives leading up to her tenth, there are a few common themes. When two competing species inhabit the same world, there’s bound to be conflict. Efforts to escape or preemptively win that conflict rarely pan out.

Like Phil Connors constantly waking up on Groundhog Day, no matter what he does, Moira keeps hitting a proverbial wall. No matter what she attempts, there doesn’t seem to be a way around this conflict. It’s not until her 10th life that she comes to the realization that leads to “House of X #1.”

It’s hard to overstate how much “House of X #2” changes the overall context of the X-Men comic. Suddenly, Moira MacTaggart is the most influential character in the history of the X-Men, mutants, and everything in between. What she does, why she does it, and how she goes about it changes how we see the past, as well as the present.

The benefits of hindsight make it seem simple, but it isn’t. It also raises a great many questions. If Moira has all this knowledge, why didn’t she use it to achieve more? What made her choose the path that led to the most recent events for the X-Men and the Marvel universe, as a whole? Most of these questions go unanswered, but there are some telling clues that add even more intrigue.

Hickman and Larraz achieve something truly uncanny with “House of X #2.” I know I said the same thing about “House of X #1,” but that comic now has a greater meaning thanks to this one. The stakes for every other X-Men story that unfolds after this has a new meaning as well. Few comics can boast that kind of impact without being written by Jack Kirby, but “House of X #2” is definitely one of them.

Even for those unfamiliar with the convoluted history of the X-Men can appreciate the concepts this comic explores. We see someone who has lived multiple lives, cursed with knowing how things play out for those she cares for. She wants to make that life better for herself and the world as a whole. She’s in a unique position to pursue that change, but it’s fraught with more complications than any “Groundhog Day” rip-off could convey.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Hot Tub Sexy Time

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I don’t care who you, where you come from, or what you believe about human nature. A dip in a hot tub feels fantastic. You could be having an awful day or even a string of awful days. If you get a chance to submerge yourself in the sweet bubbly warmth of a hot tub, then your day isn’t going to feel so bad.

I can personally attest to the therapeutic effects of hot tubs. I can also attest to the inherent sexiness they offer. That’s not just because hot tubs have inspired both pornos and time travel movies. By design, they help relax us. Naturally, we’re less uptight when we’re relaxed. We’re more open to all things intimate and sexy. That’s the power of a good hot tub.

It also helps that being in a hot tub usually requires that people not be fully clothed. That certainly helps. While getting frisky in a hot tub is prone to certain complications, there’s no denying its ability to inspire sexy feelings in us all. I’ve witnessed it in others. While I never got a chance to enjoy a hot tub privately with my ex-girlfriends, it’s still a sexy effort worth striving for.

Not everyone has access to a hot tub. Even fewer have access to one they can enjoy in private with a special someone. However, I feel that only adds to its appeal. Whether you’re a romance fan or not, you can find something sexy about a good dip in a hot tub. If not, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps convince you. Enjoy!

The jets turn on.

The motor starts humming.

The bubbles start forming.

The steam starts rising.

It feels like the perfect reward for an arduous journey, an act of mercy granted to us for all our efforts. We work hard and struggle harder, building a life for each other and a love worthy of such strife. Finally, we taste the fruits of our labor. However, this particular fruit can only be enjoyed together.

We ditch our clothes.

We forget our swimsuits.

We jump in together.

We soak in this sweet, succulent reward.

Immediately, our naked bodies are surrounded by the bubbling water. It’s like being embraced by utter contentment in liquid form. Its magic heals and soothes away the strains and rigors that dampened our spirits. A wave of wonderous relaxation comes over us. Through it, our bodies and spirits are born anew.

In this therapeutic domain, we still find each other. Through the bubbling water, my flesh seeks yours. Unburdened and unencumbered, we answer the call. We find one another, daring to pursue even greater bliss. Our wet skin is so smooth, invigorated and energized by this feeling. We let it guide our passion and the fruit only gets sweeter.

We share a hot kiss.

We exchange a hot gesture.

We caress our hot flesh.

Everything is so hot and lively. In this steamy domain, our passions are ignited while our souls are soothed. What could be more relaxing?

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Why Heaven Is As Unjust As Hell

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There are many aspects of religion that warrant criticism. I’ve certainly levied a few, from how it intensifies inequality to how it fosters a form of morality akin to the mafia. I always try to preface those criticism by acknowledging that most religious people are decent, honorable human beings. I also have close relatives who are religious and that doesn’t detract from their character whatsoever.

Even with that in mind, I believe that religion deserves a special kind of scrutiny. It’s a huge influence on people, society, and also government. Something that influential deserves no immunity, especially when certain tenants have serious implications. I’ve pointed out how the concept of Hell is rendered moot by boredom and undermines pro-life ideology. Now, I’m going to give similar scrutiny to the concept of Heaven.

While the problem of Hell and eternal punishment for finite transgressions have been discussed by people far smarter than I’ll ever be, there are far less criticisms levied against Heaven. That makes sense. Heaven, whatever form it takes, is one of those ideas that’s pleasant to contemplate. Even if you’re an atheist, imaging a blissful afterlife won’t inspire dread or outrage.

However, I would argue that the concept of Heaven is as immoral and unjust as Hell. While I don’t deny infinite torture is more deplorable than infinite bliss, I submit that the implications are just as damning, if that’s not too loaded a term.

Most people know the basics of Heaven. Their particular religion, sect, or denomination might not call it that, but the premise is simple. Those who are righteous, moral, and pious to a particular standard, as determined by a deity or doctrine, are rewarded after death with passage to an eternal paradise.

What makes this place paradise is often vague. Some see it as a place without suffering or sin. Others see it as a place of endless indulgence. Whereas Hell is the ultimate punishment, Heaven is the ultimate reward. Whatever form that reward takes, the attributes that make it unjust are the same.

To illustrate, consider two individuals who lived good lives. One is just a typical, every-day adherent. Most of us know someone like them. They’re kind, decent, and upstanding. They live their lives ethically and responsibly. They go to whatever church, temple, or mosque their religion requires. They play by the rules and do all the right things, but that’s it. They don’t have much impact beyond their community.

Then, consider an individual like Dr. Norman Borlaug. I’ve mentioned him before, but the good this man did for the world is worth belaboring. This isn’t just a man who lived a good, upstanding life. This is a man who saved millions of lives because of the work he did. His contributions to the green revolution are a big reason why countless people don’t go hungry at night.

The face of a real life hero.

If ever there was an individual who deserved a reward in the afterlife, it’s Norman Borlaug. Even those of differing faiths wouldn’t argue that a man like him deserves to go to a place like Heaven. That’s where the chief problem of Heaven comes in and, much like Hell, it has to do with its eternal nature.

Whenever eternity enters the equation, absurdities usually follow. In the case of Heaven, the implication is that a man like Norman Borlaug gets the same reward as the other person who didn’t save a billion lives and win a Nobel Prize. There’s nothing extra for someone who really goes the extra mile for humanity. With eternity, that’s just not possible.

It’s not unlike a group project where one person does most of the work, but everyone still gets the same grade. Most reasonable people would call that unfair. Human beings, like other animals, have an innate sense of fairness. When a reward or punishment is exceedingly disproportionate, it tends to cause distress, guilt, and resentment.

With Heaven, however, people make an exception. There’s no uneasiness or distress about someone like Norman Borlaug getting the same reward as some random person who just went to church every Sunday. Some of that might be due to an inability to process concepts like eternity, but I think the problem runs deeper than that.

On top of the reward being disproportionate, there’s also the issue of the standards for determining those who get it. For those who adhere to a dogmatic faith, including those of the Abrahamic traditions, it doesn’t matter how many lives men like Norman Borlaug save. It also doesn’t matter how little the typical adherent does. What matters, ultimately, is whether they believe the tenants of the faith.

It’s an issue that also comes up when discussing problem of Hell. Within the core of these theologies, the works they do in life don’t matter as much as what they believe. If they die believing the right deities for the right reason, then that’s enough. They get to go to Heaven. If they’re wrong, yet still do all sorts of objective good, then they still go to Hell to face eternal torment.

That’s not just unfair. That’s infinitely unjust. It’s infinitely immoral. It completely devalues the action, intentions, and sincerity of those doing their best to live their lives. If the only thing that matters in the end is what deity and doctrine they believe, then where’s the incentive to make life worth living for those alive today and those yet to be born?

It still gets worse than that. What about those who lived in a different time and place in which they only knew the particular theology of their community? There are still places in the world that violently resist any intrusion or visitation from the outside world. These people love their families and friends as much as anyone. Are they still denied eternal bliss and doomed to eternal suffering?

If even one person who lived a good, honorable life is condemned to infinite suffering because of what they believe, then that, by default, is infinitely unjust. By the same token, one person who gains infinite bliss just because of what they believe and nothing more, then that is every bit as unjust.

Heaven may be a pleasant, comforting thought for most people. It offers a tantalizing promise for adherents and their loved ones that death is not the end. There’s a better existence waiting for everyone, but only if they believe a certain set of tenants in accord with a specific deity. Having dealt with the death of close loved ones, I understand why that’s so appealing.

At the same time, it’s difficult to get around the problems that arise when infinite concepts are applied to finite lives. Regardless of what deity you believe, the very concept of eternal rewards alongside eternal punishments ensure that divine justice can only ever be infinitely unjust.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Jazz Edition

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What people find sexy may very from person to person, but there are some things that are just inherently sexier than others. Things like thong underwear, hot tubs, and beautiful women licking Popsicle come to mind. In a sense, sexiness is a lot like art. You know what you like and you know it when you see it.

Within that spectrum, music holds a unique position. There are any number of songs with intensely sensual undertones. There are just as many songs that have no business being sexy or romantic and I’m not talking about death metal, either. Some forms of music are simply sexier than others and jazz is one of them.

My tastes in music have always been diverse. Scroll through my collection and you’ll find everything from rap to classic rock to even a few country songs. I like a little of everything, but when it comes to setting a sexy mood, jazz is often my first selection. A smooth, rhythmic, jazzy song often sets the perfect mood. It’s both relaxing and energizing. When you want to be romantic, it checks all the right boxes.

There are many ways to create some sexy ambiance. Everyone has their own unique tastes. Sexy jazz music is one of the few universal tools that can get the job done in most situations. Even if you’re not a jazz fan, your love life can only benefit by mixing it into your romantic repertoire. Consider this round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts in celebration of sexy jazz music an added bonus. Enjoy!


“Sometimes, finding love is just a matter of finding someone as horny as you.”


“Good relationships require hard work for the same reason good orgasms require great effort.”


“Romantic conversations are basically the prequel to foreplay.”


“It’s amazing to think that ways we use our tongue determine whether a kiss is sweet or sexy.”


“If a little sugar makes romance sweet, then hot sauce makes it kinky.”


“An orgasm probably wasn’t the first gift, but it was likely among the first favors.”


“Stupidity is one of the few things that can both hinder and help population growth.”


I hope that inspired everyone to do a quick search for some nice jazz songs to spice up your love life. It may not be as elaborate as a bed of rose petals, but it’s simple, sensual, and doesn’t require an extra load of laundry. Music is a powerful force, in and of itself. Some of us are alive because our parents loved sexy music. Some forms are simply sexier than others and for all the right reasons.

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“Hard Loving” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about couples who are so sweet in public, but very rough in private. We usually don’t know who they are. You probably know a few without realizing it. That’s what makes it both special and sexy. Enjoy!

It was a common refrain for Haylee Syble. Anyone who’d ever met her boyfriend, Tyler Markson, came away with the same glowing sentiment.

“He’s such a sweet and gentle soul. You’re so lucky to have him!”

Haylee had lost count of how many people told her that over the years in some form or another. It became so common that she could practically pre-record her responses. Sometimes, she just smiled and nod. Other times, she’d make a comment about how that tender soul of his was what made her fall in love with him. It was both corny and repetitive, but she always replied with a glowing smile.

However, she knew better than anyone that Tyler’s tender nature was only half the story. The notion that she’d fallen in love with him because of those qualities was also only half-true. The whole truth was complicated, but profound. There was, in fact, a side of her lover that few knew, but it was a side of him that truly cemented their love.

That side of him only ever emerged during certain times and in certain situations, most of which were private and intimate. As it just so happened, a storm had rolled in earlier that evening. It was also late on a Friday night. Neither of them had work or plans the next day. Haylee couldn’t have picked a better night to stir that special side of him. Just thinking about it was enough to make her inner thighs feel moist.

“Hey Tyler?” she said as she laid on their bed while her lover was busy in the bathroom.

“Yes, my darling?” he replied, sounding like he’d just finished brushing his teeth.

“If you’re not too tired…I’m up for a little something extra tonight.”

“Oh? What kind of something?” he asked, as though her seductive tone hadn’t made that obvious enough.

“You know the kind, Tyler,” Haylee said. “Not the gentle kind. And if you think I’m playing dumb, come see what I’m wearing.”

A brief silence followed. The faucet in the bathroom stopped running. The air in the master bedroom became hot and tense. Haylee could already picture her lover, gazing in the mirror, daring to let that other side of him come out.

Already breathing in anticipation, Haylee set her phone aside and awaited her lover’s arrival. He was the one who broke the silence, turning off the light to their bathroom and entering the room, wearing only those black pajama pants he rarely washed. In the casual light of their bedroom, he still looked like that same gentle soul that everyone praised. His tall, slim stature was so unthreatening and unimposing. His handsome, baby-face complexion seemed to put everyone at ease.

However, Haylee knew the truth behind that unassuming face. She also knew that her choice of sleeping attire, which consisted of an old gray shirt she’d promised to throw away and a pair of cheap white panties that she’d bought on sale, sent a not-so-subtle message.

In an instant, Tyler’s demeanor changed. He turned from a gentle lamb to a hungry wolf. A wide, mischievous grin formed on his face and his gaze on her narrowed. To anyone else, it would’ve been shocking and even a little scary. To Haylee, it got her feminine juices flowing in all the right ways.

“You never play dumb, do you?” said Tyler in a deep, masculine tone that defied his stature.

“No, I don’t,” Haylee replied.

“You know what that means, right?” he said, his grin widening with every word.

Tyler approached the bed. Every step he took might as well have been that of a titan. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder echoed in the distance, giving an ominous aura to his presence.

He was never that imposing. The man worked with animals and volunteered at charity events. Since high school, people knew him as the kind, soft-spoken man who never picked a fight and never raised his voice in anger. As Tyler’s gaze narrowed on her, she saw in him the capabilities that few imagined. The fact that he shared them with so few people only made it more intimate.

“It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to gentle, either,” Tyler said intently. “It’s going to be hard…very, very hard.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for. That’s what I want,” she said to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, always giving her an out.

“I’m sure…damn sure!”

That sealed it. Being a former Catholic School Girl, she didn’t curse unless she was serious. Tyler knew that. It was also the final confirmation he needed to let loose that hidden, yet powerful side of him that drove her so wild.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

“Believe me, my love. It’s what I want,” Haylee said intently.

The choice had been made. There was no going back for either of them. It was going to happen. Haylee was about to experience the harder side of Tyler Markson.

Like a predator pouncing on its trapped prey, he crawled up onto the bed and got on top of her. He wasn’t careful or considerate about it, either. He just hovered over her, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her hands to the side, leaving her both vulnerable and open to him. On a primal level, it was scary. At the same time, though, it was incredibly arousing.

“I believe you, Haylee,” he told to her in a deep, almost-menacing voice. “I also believe that what you want is only part of what you desire.”

What he said and how he said it sent shivers down her spine…exciting, exhilarating shivers that made her legs quiver from the growing arousal. Adding more fuel to the fire, Tyler hungrily kissed her.

It was not a soft, romantic kind of kiss, either. It was hard, complete with him shoving his tongue into her mouth and biting on her upper lip. It sent the clear message that he wasn’t just going to make love to her. He was going to ravage her and she was going to love every second of it. That was his promise and, even when that hidden side of his came out, Tyler was a man of his word.

After rendering her breathless by such heated kissing, he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“Let’s get you naked,” he said to her.

Haylee just nodded, laying flat on her back as her ravenous lover did the rest. Like a beast unleashed, he ripped off her clothes, tearing through the oversized shirt she’d been wearing and ripping off her panties. The sound of shredded fabric filled the room, echoing over the sounds of the storm outside. It was ominous, yet uniquely stimulating.

Now fully naked, still lying under her lover’s domineering gaze, she shivered as the fresh air grazed over her exposed skin. At the same time, the growing warmth from her lover’s body mixed with hers, adding a sense of intimacy to such a heated mood.

“Stripped and exposed,” Tyler said as his scrutinized her nude form. “It’s already making you wet, isn’t it?”

As if to affirm his claim, he reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy with his hand. It sent another shiver up through her body, but one that had little to do with the cold air.

“Yeah, you’re definitely wet,” said Tyler with a lecherous grin, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give you my cock. You’re going to have to earn it!”

“I know,” Haylee said, still breathless, “and I will. I promise.”

“You better!”

In another act of controlling passion, Tyler grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. From there, he led her to the center of their king-sized bed, pushed her down so that she was on all-fours like a dog, and shoved her head towards his crotch, which now had a growing bulge. In the same way his more assertive side aroused her, being able to exercise that side had a similar effect on him.

“Do it. Suck me!” he ordered.

“Yes, my love,” Haylee said obediently.

With trembling hands, she grasped the side of his sweatpants and pulled them down to free his growing manhood. Once free, Tyler grabbed the side of her head and shoved it into her face, forcing her to take his length into her mouth. It was his way of telling her not to take it slow. They were not making sweet, passionate love tonight. What they were about to do was more basic and raw.

“Mmf!” Haylee gasped upon feeling his member between her lips.

“Yeah! That’s right,” Tyler said intently. “Suck my dick! Suck it hard!”

He set the tone, as he often did during acts of such heated intimacy. While keeping a firm grip on her head, he guided her into giving him the kind of hard, sloppy blowjob that few would’ve expected from a well-mannered, straight-A student who regularly volunteered at her local church.

Haylee volunteered just as eagerly to give her lover the kind of hardcore oral sex that he loved. Rising to the challenge, she sucked him hard and fast, really using her tongue to stimulate the most sensitive parts of her lover’s cock. She let it get messy and sloppy, not hiding the gagging and slobbering that such heated acts often incurred. She also knew how much he liked that. It even got him harder.

“Ohhh yes! Like that! Just like that!” Tyler grunted as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Harder and harder, she sucked him off. Beyond just setting the tone for their sex, it got him very erect. She could actually feel the veins in his manhood throbbing around her lips, aching for her sex.

She felt it in her own arousal, the burning heat between her thighs becoming unbearable. At one point, she reached between her legs and fingered her vagina, which got all the necessary juices flowing in preparation for the next step.

An extra-loud round of thunder followed. Looking up at her lover, she saw that Tyler had entered that state of mind in which the kind, gentle man became something far greater. Neither man nor beast, Tyler became a true embodiment of raw, masculine prowess.

In a perfect exercise of that prowess, Tyler commenced that next critical step. Having both achieved peak arousal, the time had come to turn their focused passion into something real.

“Enough!” bark Tyler, pulling her by the hair again to cease her oral sex. “I’m ready.”

“So am I,” she said, still panting heavily as saliva dripped down her chin.

“Then turn around and hold on. This is going to be harder than usual.”

It sounded more like a promise than a warning, as though the desire for a rougher brand of lovemaking extended deeper than the want for simple intimacy. Haylee didn’t have time to scrutinize it. Dazed by her arousal, she turned around and grabbed onto the headboard of their bed, still on all fours as her lover positioned himself behind her.

“Haylee…my beautiful, sexy love,” Tyler said as he shed his pants and threw them across the room.

“Tyler…take me!” she urged him.

Not needing more motivation at that point, Haylee braced herself as her lover positioned himself behind her. She really felt it when he grabbed her by the waist, his nails digging deep into her naked flesh as he aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. At that point, her heart raced and her lower body was fully ablaze with arousal.

Finally, he did it. With one fervent thrust of his hips, he entered her with his masculine flesh. Her world shook, but it was only the beginning.

“Oohhh Tyler!” she cried out.

Lust, passion, and that most primal urge to indulge in sensual delights took over from there. Like a man possessed by a beastie spirit, Tyler hammered away into her pussy, working his hips and pumping his cock within her tight folds. More thunder from the storm outside followed, but the commotion was easily overshadowed by the sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt. It was so hot and sensual while also being so raw and physical.

The bed rocked hard.

Her body rocked hard with it.

Everything about their sex was so hard and unhindered.

On top of all that, she loved it. Just as her love had promised, Haylee loved every second of it.

“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes! Harder, Tyler! Fuck me harder!” she loudly proclaimed.

“You mean…like this!” he grunted.

He thrust into her with extra force, penetrating deeper, stimulating parts of her body that few dared stimulate. It was intense. She could only respond with louder moans of ecstasy. That was all the confirmation that Tyler needed.

He kept ravaging her, humping and pumping her with unfiltered lust. As he unleashed such immense energy, he leaned over and nibbled around her neck and ear. At one point, he even reached around and grasped her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with that, either. He flat out squeezed it, pinching her nipples and sending a different surge of sensations coursing through her body.

Haylee could only respond with more squeals of delight. It quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm, but such rough, energetic sex made it difficult to process. She always came quicker and harder whenever she and Tyler pursued a less romantic brand of lovemaking. That didn’t make the pleasure any less enjoyable or intimate.

“Tyler…so hard! Coming…so hard!” was all Haylee managed to get out.

Her lover clearly didn’t hear her because he didn’t let up. He just kept humping away, even as she climaxed in the midst of their sex. Even as her body shuddered and her inner muscles contracted, he kept at it, indulging and immersing himself in her depths.

“Mmm…Tyler,” she said as he nibbled on her ear.

“Yeah…you like it like that!” he said. “I knew it!”

Once again vindicated, he kept at it, rocking her body and her world with his sex. At one point, the headboard started to dent parts of the wall. Tyler didn’t care and neither did she. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d left a mark or two from their ravenous lovemaking.

She just kept holding on and indulging, soaking in more sensations as the experience unfolded. Somewhere along the way, Tyler shifted their bodies and turned her over so that she was on her back again. From there, he got on top of her and resumed their heated sex, humping her missionary style while she held onto his shoulders and kept her legs fully spread.

Such a position also allowed her to see the shifting expression on his face. It morphed from one of manly grit to passionate desperation. It was a rare and beautiful sight to her, seeing Tyler go through that range of passions. He was capable of both loving tenderness and intense lust. That kind of range captured the full essence of who Tyler was, as a man. It also reminded her why she fell in love with him.

As he experienced the breadth of those passions, Haylee sensed him getting close to his peak. She’d had more than her share of ecstasy at that point. It was his turn.

“Please…don’t stop,” Haylee urged him.

“I won’t,” Tyler said strongly. “I’m so…so close. I…won’t…stop!”

With one final push, he delivered the last round of hard humping. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, he had pushed himself hard. That final barrier to complete ecstasy was so close. Now clinging to his neck, gazing into his eyes with equal determination, she guided him into that blissful world.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“That’s it, Tyler! That’s it!” she said to him.

She doubted he heard her. That didn’t stop her from admiring the orgasmic spectacle that followed.

In one final thrust, he drove his manhood into her depths as much as he could before getting his releasing. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, Haylee eagerly accepted his manly load, allowing it to mix with her moist depths. She maintained her hold on him every step of the way, feeling his body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

It was a unique kind of ecstasy. It was not the kind that could be gained through slow, gentle lovemaking. They did plenty of that and while satisfying in its own right, there was something profound about the feeling they experienced when they expressed their love in its hard, unhindered glory.

“Haylee…” her lover said breathlessly as he soaked in the feeling.

“Shhh…take it easy, my love. I’m here,” Haylee said lovingly.

Like magic, the softer side of love that the rest of the world saw with them returned. As the rush of their sexual release subsided, they returned to that more tender mindset. Despite his exhaustion, Tyler kissed her again. Unlike before, it was as caring and affectionate as any lover could ask for.

The rain kept pouring outside, but the thunder had ceased. It was as though nature had let them know that they had done enough to exercise their most intense passions. Taking that to heart, Tyler withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Before long, they were just another loving couple, cuddling together in a naked heap atop their bed.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Tyler mused as he caressed the side of her face.

“What is?” she asked with a warm smile.

“How we can make sweet, beautiful love one night and fuck like animals the next,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. It kind of overwhelms me at times.”

“It shouldn’t,” Haylee assured him. “In case those orgasmic cries weren’t clear enough, I love both. And you do them so well!”

“That also overwhelms me,” he said in a more serious tone. “The fact that I have this side of me…this side that loves that harder, rougher brand of sex…what does that say about me?”

“You mean other than being a man of diverse sexual tastes?” she said coyly. “Well, as someone who loves you to no end, I think it also says you’re a man of immense passions. Some are harder to express than others. But when you do, it makes me feel special…knowing we can share those passions together.”

 

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Daily Sexy Musing: Happy Friday Edition

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Greetings and Happy Friday, everybody! I know it’s somewhat inane, especially if you have to work on the weekends. Trust me, I understand that sentiment. For a good chunk of my 20s, I worked at a company that required me to work on Saturdays. That meant anyone who greeted me with a Happy Friday was just rubbing salt in the wound, albeit unknowingly.

I no longer have that job anymore. I’m now in a position where I can appreciate someone who greets me with a Happy Friday. For most people with a regular work schedule, Fridays are among the best days of the week. Whether you’re in school or working, it’s the end of a rigorous work week and the start of the weekend. What’s not to love about that?

Fridays are the days when most people try to go out and have some fun. Sometimes, that fun involves something sexy. A lot of date nights are on Friday. A lot of celebratory lovemaking occurs on Fridays. I lived in a co-ed dorm in college. I remember how active Friday nights were.

It’s still somewhat cliched, treating the end of the week as though it’s a full-blown holiday. However, I think that’s exactly the kind of spirit we need in our lives. We don’t have to reserve that spirit for a few days out of the year. Why can’t we channel some of that passion on a weekly basis? If so, what better day to do so than Fridays?

To those working this weekend, I apologize if this comes off as empty rhetoric. Again, I’ve been there. I know how you feel. To you and those looking to enjoy their Friday, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps. Enjoy!

The week is over.

The journey is complete.

The blood, sweat, and toil have ceased.

Friday has come and I’m ready to enjoy it. Like anything, though, it’s easier to appreciate when you have someone to enjoy it with. That’s where you come in.

For five days, we’ve rolled out of bed, worked hard, and earned our keep. Our passions, energy, and focus had to go in many different directions. Few were sexy and even fewer were memorable. Like so many others, we put in the time to do our part. Once again, we followed the rules and paid our dues. Now, it’s time to collect our reward.

Tomorrow, the burdens are lifted.

Tonight, we celebrate as we undo the locks.

The sun goes down and our paths cross. Much of the stress, anxiety, and concern of the past five days. I take you in my arms and you take me in yours. Like a breath of fresh air, it leaves us elevated and energized. I don’t know what I’ll do over the weekend, but I know what I want now.

Being with you, no longer encumbered by thoughts of another early morning, pent up passions come pouring out. We can finally shed the clothes, demeanor, and formalities that have stifled us all week. There’s no need for anything elaborate. We just need each other, our love, and a bed that and support our bodies.

It’s Friday.

We’re home.

We’re together.

That’s all we need.

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Feminism, Men’s Issues, And How Legalizing Prostitution Could Affect Both

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Politics, in general, are contentious enough. Gender politics, and the identity politics they invite, often escalate in ways that bring out the ugliest side in people. Every time I’ve talked about these sensitive issues, be they the sources of slut shaming or the implications of double standards, I’ve tried to be fair and understanding to all sides.

In addition, I’ve tried to focus on the bigger picture. That’s often necessary because debating gender politics can get frustratingly personal. I can make a perfectly reasonable argument on an issue like abortion, but that argument will get overshadowed by the fact that I’m a straight male. When it comes to something so divisive, the big picture is often the only one you can scrutinize.

I’m going to try talk about gender politics again and I’m going to get into a few specifics. I understand that’s risky. I also expect more than one person to disagree with my point, if not outright resent it. I’ll take that chance because I feel like this is a point worth making within the current political climate.

On top of gender politics, which covers a great many areas from media depictions to social issues, I’m going to explore it in the context of prostitution. It’s another issue I’ve scrutinized on both a legal and societal level. In this case, they’re intertwined in certain aspects that have major implications.

Even before gender politics entered its current state of contention, there was somewhat of a divide within feminism over prostitution and sex work. I’ve discussed it before, citing the different approaches of sex positive and sex negative ideologies. One sees it as inherently exploitative towards women. The other sees it as an exercise of agency and freedom.

For those concerned with men’s issues, the issue rarely comes up. When I’ve asked about it on places like Reddit, most adopt the libertarian stance. It shouldn’t be illegal and it’s not the business of the government to prosecute consensual sexual behavior. There are a few who oppose it for other reasons, but there isn’t the same divide as there is in other men’s issues.

That could change very soon and, unlike other recent controversies involving gender, it could have serious legal implications. That’s because for the first time in generations, the legality of prostitution is a serious issue during a major election cycle. More than four presidential candidates have gone on record as saying they favor decriminalization of sex work. For such a taboo issue, that’s pretty remarkable.

Some have likened it to the recent successes surrounding the decriminalization of marijuana. Others contend that recent crackdowns on sex workers have added greater urgency to confront this issue. Whatever the source, prostitution is finally becoming a relevant issue and gender politics is sure to be part of it. Unfortunately, that may not be a good thing.

To understand why, it’s necessary to understand what happens when lawyers and the law enter a debate. This isn’t like the anti-harassment movement that seeks to help victims of exploitation in the entertainment industry. This deals in real-world legal issues that have decades of complicated precedent. Changing the law is going to have impacts that go far beyond any trending hashtags.

Gender politics is sure to affect these issues. It already has, to some extent. In recent years, prostitution has become intertwined with transgender rights because it’s not uncommon for transgender women resort to sex work for survival. Keeping prostitution illegal puts an already-vulnerable population at even greater risk of exploitation.

It was also a certain subset of feminists, which includes the likes of Gloria Steinem, who favored the recent laws that cracked down against prostitution online. This is already an issue that strikes many chords within gender politics and it could certainly escalate as more legal challenges come to the forefront.

Just this past year, several states have proposed legislation that would decriminalize sex work. In addition, efforts to close the small number of legal brothels operating in Nevada failed in 2018. While there hasn’t been much tangible change in the courts yet, there is some momentum for this issue. It will only take one state to take the leap and, like marijuana before it, that could start a trend.

This is where the gender politics surrounding prostitution could either get slightly better or significantly worse. In a perfect exchange, the dynamics are simple. Two consenting adults agree on an exchange of money for sex. They carry out the act, exchange the money, and that’s the end of it. Both are satisfied, relatively speaking. There’s no further need for conflict.

Unfortunately, we don’t live in a perfect world. Even in a world where prostitution laws are as equitable as possible, there are plenty of complications. Say, for instance, the two consenting adults agree to the exchange, but one fails or refuses to deliver on their part. Maybe a prostitute could suddenly change her mind about a client. Maybe a client feels the service did not warrant the payment.

How is this resolved?

What happens when someone tries to take a sex worker to court or vice versa?

How does the court or the police go about handling these issues in a way that protects the privacy and welfare of both parties? Is it even possible?

These are all relevant questions and gender politics can only complicate the answer. At the moment, most sex workers cannot go to the police or seek legal recourse when a client becomes abusive or uncooperative. If prostitution is decriminalized, then not only do they have recourse. They have leverage. To appreciate that leverage, consider the following scenario.

A married man with a steady job and several children is going through some serious issues with his wife. As a result, he seeks the intimate comfort with a female sex worker. They engage in multiple exchanges and, by the letter of the law, their actions are legal.

Then, one day, the sex worker incurs an unexpected debt she can’t pay. As a result, she finds out the married man is wealthy and asks for help. When he refuses, she threatens to go the police and claim that he was violent with her during one of their encounters. It’s not true, but filing a report will expose his activities to his family and likely ruin his life.

Very little in this scenario is outright illegal. The sex worker could get into a lot of trouble for filing a false report, but even if she cannot prove her case, the law allows her to pursue a recourse for a client who wrongs her and even if she doesn’t prevail, the client could still suffer incur significant damages.

It’s not just men who are vulnerable, either. Even if sex work is completely decriminalized and those who participate are safe from prosecution, it can still be used against them in entirely legal ways. To illustrate, consider this scenario.

A young woman gets accepted into a prestigious university, but is unable to pay all her expenses, despite having taken out multiple loans. She decides to get into sex work to make extra money, which helps her pay her way through college. She ultimately graduates with honors, gets a great job at a good company, and leaves sex work altogether.

Years later, someone she knew from college joins the company. They knew she did sex work on the side, but don’t bring it up. Then, they’re both up for a promotion and to get an edge, her associate reveals to the whole office that she did sex work. To prove it, this person provides an ad she used that they just happened to have saved.

The woman is humiliated and outraged. On top of that, she doesn’t get the promotion. She is so angry that she tries to sue the company and the person who revealed her past for damages. She also threatens to quit, but knowledge of her past is already public and even though her work was completely legal, it dissuades others from hiring her.

This issue isn’t entirely fictitious. In 2013, a California woman was fired from her teaching job after it was discovered that she’d worked in porn years ago. Even though what she did was perfectly legal, she lost her job and the appeal to get it back. With decriminalized sex work, this could become even more common.

In a world of decriminalized prostitution, those who seek the services of prostitutes are suddenly vulnerable in entirely new ways. A sex worker who need not fear arrest for their activities has a greater ability to expose their activities and use it against them. It doesn’t matter if it’s out of desperation or spite. The leverage is there.

The same applies to those who participate in sex work. Like it or not, there is still a heavy stigma for anyone who works in the sex industry. Even if prostitution is decriminalized, the stigma may still linger. If clients no longer fear arrest, then what’s to stop them from using that stigma against sex workers?

Whether you’re a man, woman, or transgender, these are major complications that have significant implications for everyone. They could ultimately widen the many divides within gender politics. Sex workers and clients alike could face significant, unwanted scrutiny that could trigger a whole host of new debates that nobody is ready for.

These issues aside, I’m still of the opinion that decriminalizing prostitution is preferable to prohibition. History shows time and again that prohibition does more harm than good. We cannot completely remove the harm, but at the very least, we can mitigate it.

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