Daily Sexy Musing: First Crush

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Who doesn’t remember their first crush? I ask that question knowing that some people cringe at the memory of who they used to pine for. At the same time, there are some people who ended up marrying their first crush. Some of them are still together. For romantically-minded people, it can be both beautiful and sobering.

Growing up, I was a socially awkward kid with little confidence and an acne problem. However, that same awkwardness made the attraction I felt to girls seem more intense. I think some of it played a part in me becoming such a romance fan. That was especially true of my first crush.

I’ve talked about it before and while nothing came of it, I still remember it fondly on many levels. It marked the first time I sought to connect with someone on a level deeper than friendship. It also helped remind me that I wasn’t a kid anymore. These were mature, adult feelings. They were overwhelming and stressful, but they were also exciting and new.

Regardless of who our first crush was and what came of it, if anything, it’s often one of those pivotal moments that sticks out whenever we look back on our lives. We don’t always appreciate those moments, especially if they’re embarrassing. It’s still a major milestone. It’s the moment we start seeking love, sex, and everything that goes with it. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing makes those moments more memorable. Enjoy!

It starts with an idea.

It turns into a spark.

It grows into a flame.

It becomes a defining moment.

In my young, inexperienced mind, everything is so new and mysterious. The world seems so daunting, but my desires are so basic. I long to embrace, connect, and love. I just don’t know how or why. The child in me has become more silent. A new voice is emerging and it’s drawing me to you.

In a sea of many others, you somehow stand out. When I look at you, I don’t just see another figure navigating the boundless chaos. I see a beacon of light through dark, choppy waters. The mere sound of your voice draws me in with hypnotic allure. I don’t understand it, but I feel its power.

I’m scored, but excited.

I’m confused, but focused.

I’m lost, but driven.

This feels so strange, but it seems so right. I don’t call it love. I’m too young for that. The lingering child in me clings to a simpler understanding. Love is for mommies and daddies. It’s for children and their parents. I’m not ready for it. I don’t want to be ready. However, it’s too late.

I think I want to be with you.

I think I want to embrace you.

I think I want to love you.

Thoughts and feelings clash. Hormones and influences add fuel to the fire. Just being near you renders me short of breath. I cannot hope to process it. I have no idea how to act. I don’t even know if you feel the same.

The unknowns are many and the certainties are few. Within those select few, I realize one important truth.

I have a crush.

I know love.

No matter how overwhelming or mysterious it may feel, I like it and I hope to love it.

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The (Surprising) Sources And Implications Of Slut Shaming

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As a fan of romance and people exploring their sexy side, I’m generally opposed to slut shaming. I understand why it exists, to some extent. Nearly every society in history has had certain hang-ups about sex. Considering its role in propagating the species, it’s understandable that people give it extra scrutiny.

That said, I consider slut shaming a misguided form of scrutiny. The definition, itself, has some ugly implications that go far beyond the inherent risks associated with being reckless, promiscuous, and irresponsible.

For one, it’s almost entirely heaped upon women. James Bond never gets called a slut for his promiscuous behavior. Instead, he gets to be a masculine icon. A woman who has just as much sex gets called a slut and is often painted as deviant. Look no further than legendary Bond girls like Xania Onatopp and Pussy Galore for proof of that.

While it can be pretty overt in popular media, it’s even more pernicious in real life. From women who choose wear revealing clothing to those who actively attempt to confront sexual stigma, there’s no shortage of shaming from multiple directions. It’s frustrating in that it amounts to incessant whining about how other people choose to live their lives, but recent research has cast slut shaming in a new light.

A study published in the Journal of Evolution and Human Behavior attempted to analyze how behaviors associated with slut shaming differed among genders. The popular narrative is that men do most of the slut shaming. The logic is that men see beautiful women having a lot of sex. That bothers them because those women aren’t having sex with them.

Granted, that’s a gross generalization that I’m sure many men and even a few women find offensive. Despite the details, that is the common narrative and it tends to play out in one too many teen comedies. However, science has a way of disrupting those narratives in unexpected ways.

The study revealed that while men and women were equally likely to not trust promiscuous women, women who were more likely to favor punishing those women. In a comprehensive summary conducted by PsyPost, the differences were pretty striking.

“In the study, participants played one of three kinds of economic decision-making games. The participants were led to believe they were playing against a female opponent in real-time, but were actually only interacting with computerized responses.

The opponents varied in whether they appeared to be sexually accessible or sexually restricted. For some participants, the opponent was depicted as a woman wearing a tight, red outfit and an abundance of makeup. For others, the opponent was depicted as a woman wearing loose-fitting clothing with less makeup.

The researchers found that both male and female participants were less willing to share money with a woman wearing the tight outfit. The participants also trusted sexually-accessible opponents with a financial investment less than sexually-restrictive opponents.

Women, but not men, were also willing to inflict punishments on a sexually-accessible female opponent who made an unfair offer, even though it left them empty-handed as well.

Given the choice between receiving a small sum of money while their opponent took a large sum or having neither player receive any money at all, women tended to pick the latter option.”

Take a moment to comprehend what this does to the slut shaming narrative. For those who idealize that 1950s sitcom family life that never truly existed, it’s an aberration. While those women make for good one-night-stands, they hardly make for quality long-term relationships.

Why, then, would men be reluctant to punish those women? I’ve noted before how society tends to micromanage women’s bodies. Slut shaming is only a half-measure because it offers no tangible punishment. While certain societies don’t mind punishing promiscuous women, it doesn’t appear to be entirely predicated on male attitudes.

This study shows that women are just as mistrustful of promiscuous women and are willing to go further in terms of punishing their behavior. The reasons for this are difficult to surmise. The researchers hypothesized that men were primarily concerned with avoiding investment in a child that wasn’t theirs. From an evolutionary standpoint, that’s something to avoid, but not punish.

Conversely, women may be more concerned with the bigger picture. The researchers surmised that women had an evolutionary imperative to keep the cost of sex high to improve their value as potential partners. Actively punishing potential rivals further served that purpose.

From a logistical standpoint, it makes sense. They see beautiful, promiscuous women as people who use cheat codes in video games. They have an unfair advantage when it comes to attracting potential partners and that has significant consequences, especially to those who aren’t beautiful or sexually flexible.

Beyond distracting partners who might otherwise be interested in them, it lowers the value of the sex they have to offer. Why would men be as interested in having sex with them when there are promiscuous women who were willing to give it to them for a lower cost with fewer strings?

While I believe this may be a factor for some women, it’s also another broad generalization that would offend more than a few women. It assumes too much about how they think and feel. Believing women slut shame because it hinders their own sexual value is as absurd as blaming all misogyny on some vast patriarchal conspiracy.

Like all research, the study is limited and can only reveal so much about the complexities of human behavior. The researchers themselves freely admitted this, but that’s exactly why it warrants further study. Like it or not, slut shaming is still prominent in most modern societies. I would argue that the internet and social media are making it worse.

At the same time, I also believe that slut shaming is something we should confront. It causes real harm to real people. It damages our love lives, our sex lives, and everything in between. There are instances in which someone’s irresponsible sexual behavior genuinely warrants scrutiny, but shaming can only serve to make things worse, even for people who aren’t sluts.

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“Rick and Morty” Season 4 Is Coming In November!

We’ve all been waiting so patiently.

It feels like it’s been forever since we saw a new episode of “Rick and Morty.”

Now, we can all take an extra shot of whiskey.

Season 4 is on its way, starting in November 2019!

Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: War Of The Realms #4

Once a week, the benevolent lords of the comic book world and the corporations they serve grace us with a new stack of comics. At a time when only the headlines of The Onion don’t make you cringe, this world needs the joy they offer. As such, I make it a point to single out one comic from that stack that offers the most value for the joy it conveys.

Some comics succeed by focusing on character development, as is often the case in most X-Men comics. Some succeed by subverting or stretching common superhero tropes, as we often see in comics like Kick-Ass, Invincible, or The Punisher. However, a book need not be overly creative to qualify as an awesome comic. It just needs to take everything we love and turn the volume up to 11.

That’s exactly what “War Of The Realms #4” does and then some. It’s one of those books where you need only real the title to know the scope and scale of the story within. This is not just superheroes in flashy costumes battling killer robots on the streets of a big city. This is a war that spans multiple realms involving gods, demigods, evil elves, and frost giants. If you can’t be entertained by that, then you’re just being difficult.

That said, “War Of The Realms #4” is not just several dozen pages of flashy action scenes. There have been plenty of those moments since this event began, but the action was mostly a means of conveying the sheer breadth of this war. Now, the writer of this Marvel main event, Jason Aaron, has raised the stakes even more by making it personal and turning the tide of the battle.

While you don’t have to know too much about the mythos surrounding Asgard and the 10 realms, it certainly helps in this case. Even if you’ve only seen “Thor: The Dark World,” you’ll have enough insight to know why this war is so massive. Malekith the Accursed might have been an afterthought in that movie, but make no mistake. He’s a devious, scheming, evil badass that requires a fully assembled team of Avengers to combat.

For the past three issues, Malekith and forces that include Frost Giants, Angels, Fire Demons, and Dark Elves have led a massive invasion of Earth. It’s not just in New York City, either. Malekith has bigger ambitions than simply disrupting traffic on Broadway. His forces hit every continent.

To this point, there has been no stopping him. Despite the Avengers fighting back on every front, teaming up with the likes of Spider-Man, Blade, Wolverine, Daredevil, Punisher, and Ghost Rider, it still isn’t enough. They still find themselves pushed back, beleaguered, and overwhelmed.

As a result, there have been casualties in this war. Some have already hit certain characters harder than others. Thor, the one usually tasked with beating the unholy shit out of Malekith before he can launch an invasion, is effectively subdued before he hammer back the threat. It is, by far, the most successful attack Malekith has ever launched against his Asgardian nemesis.

That means winning the war won’t come from Thor swinging his hammer around and hitting anything that looks like an evil elf. The Avengers and heroes from across the Marvel landscape have to join in the battle. They’ve managed to fight back, if only to keep the battle going. However, they haven’t made much progress in terms of ending it.

That changes in “War Of The Realms #4” and in some incredibly satisfying ways. Aaron, with the help of the divine artwork of Russel Dauterman, shifts the course of the battle by giving Odin and Freyja an overdue moment that has been years in the making. It’s a moment that marks an emotional high point for this event and for Thor’s overall story.

For the past several years, some of Thor’s biggest battles involve his parents. Odin and Freyja may have come off as only somewhat overbearing in the movies, but things are far more dysfunctional in the comics. There have been times when they’ve actively opposed one another. At one point, Odin even fought Jane Foster when she was wielding Thor’s hammer.

He is a divine blow-hard who most fluent language is arrogance. Freyja has managed to temper his tendencies in the past, but those moments have become few and far between. For a while, they were the godly equivalent of a married couple attempting a trial separation and making everything worse. They still see each other as husband and wife, but it seems like a formality at this point.

Finally, they share a moment in “War Of The Realms #4” that affirms why they got married in the first place. It’s a moment that will likely define the course of this realm-spanning war and have major implications for Thor, Asgard, the Avengers, and every other creature that has tasted an Uru hammer.

I won’t spoil the details of that moment. I’ll just say that it’s a culmination that has been in the works since before the war began. Every big battle, whether it’s in a comic book, a movie, or a TV show with a massive budget, needs a moment like that to give the conflict some emotional weight. That weight has been somewhat lacking since this event began, but “War Of The Realms #4” delivers in a way that feels satisfying and thrilling.

There are other moments in between. Aaron never lets the plot become too chaotic and Dauterman makes sure there’s always a spectacle to admire. Many characters manage to shine through the fog of war, including Ghost Rider, the Punisher, and Jane Foster.

It’s still a big, flashy war featuring superheroes, gods, and monsters from every corner of the Marvel universe. It has all the flashy style to make this realm-spanning war feel like a major event, but “War Of The Realms #4” gives it the necessary substance to give it weight.

It has spectacle, drama, action, and adventure. It also has gods, demigods, superheroes, and evil armies that can overrun continents. What more could you want from a comic book?

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Daily Sexy Musing: Stormy Night Passion

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What goes into setting up a sexy mood? The answer varies from person to person. I don’t doubt for a second that a setting I might find sexy would be a huge turn-off for others. I happen to think candle-lit comic book stores are an intimate setting. I imagine I’m in the minority in feeling that way.

However, I believe that some sexy settings have a more universal appeal. One such setting involves stormy nights. I’m not just talking about rainy days or a light drizzle at sunset. I’m talking about the kind of storms that roll in late at night and bring plenty of thunder with it.

For some, it can be scary, especially if you have pets or kids. Then again, it’s not unusual for our brains to misinterpret fear for something sexy. I can easily imagine our hunter/gatherer ancestors huddling together on a stormy night, trying to stay warm. I don’t think it would take much for that sort of scenario to get sexy.

Howling winds, pouring rain, and flashy lightning is one of nature’s most basic spectacles. It’s only fitting that such a special could trigger some of our most basic instincts as well, including the sexy ones. With that in mind, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing gives you and your lover something to contemplate the next time you’re at home on a stormy night. Enjoy!

The rain pours harder.

The wind howls faster.

The lightning flashes brighter.

The thunder echoes louder.

In the darkest hours of the night, we find ourselves in the center of a storm. There is no peaceful quiet under the night sky. Nature is at its most volatile, reminding us we are under its whim and at its mercy. Within that chaos, we huddle together closer.

Only four walls and a roof protect us from such harsh elements. A few inches of material stand between us and nature’s wrath. We can do nothing to temper it. Our only hope is to wait it out. Under darkened skies, however, hope clashes with other feelings.

Out of fear, we huddle closer.

Seeking comfort, we embrace.

Feeling restless, we offer support.

From support, we evoke another reaction.

Nature won’t let us rest. If night affords us no serenity, then why should we offer ours? The world bellows with primal forces. Why not tap into our own? Together, behind these walls, and surrounded by danger, the heavens are daring us to start a storm of our own.

We answer the call.

We shed our clothes.

We slip under the covers.

We unleash a torrent of passion.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, we make our own commotion in the latest hours of the night. Like the winds and rain outside, we are neither gentle nor peaceful. We dare to be loud and reckless, not caring what peace we may shatter. Our love is a product of nature, but our lust is the storm that helped forge it. This time, we let the storm rage.

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Revealing (And Deconstructing) A Theological Journey In “Lucifer” Season 4

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In a world where Heaven and Hell are real, celestial beings exist, and the devil has Tom Ellis’ sex appeal, how do you know what is holy and unholy?

How can you be sure that everything you think you know about divinity, sin, and tradition is true?

How can you even be sure that your beliefs are true?

These are just some of the questions that come up in the first three seasons of “Lucifer.” Most of those questions were explored, but unresolved. For a while, it seemed like they would go unanswered after Fox canceled the show. Then, Netflix performed and unholy miracle and saved it, releasing a fourth season that continued this devilishly journey.

Having been a fan of the show since it debuted, I set aside large swaths of my weekend to binge-watch all 10 episodes and follow Lucifer Morningstar through the next round of hellish endeavors. Through three seasons, “Lucifer” has crafted a uniquely polished theology that emphasizes individual freedom, personal responsibility, and pursuing desires. I had lofty expectations, to say the least.

Lofty expectations personified.

Considering the overt sex appeal in some of the promos, I was more than a little skeptical that it could measure up. Without getting into all the juicy details, some of which includes clear shots of Tom Ellis’ butt, I’ll say without hesitation that Season 4 of “Lucifer” raised the bar for just how divinely great this show can be. I’ll also say it succeeded masterfully in expanding both the drama and the theology of the show.

Through 10 episodes these characters that have undergone so much upheaval take huge in their respective story arcs. In doing so, the overall world and the divine machinations that drive it expand. I could write multiple articles about each character, from Lucifer to Chloe to Amenadiel to Ella Lopez, and how they evolved as characters.

However, after watching every episode and taking the time to process it all, I believe that the biggest success of this season of “Lucifer” is in how it refines its devilish theology while deconstructing others. From the first episode to the tenth, the divine and not-so-divine forces guiding these characters acts as the catalyst that makes every other part of this show work.

By far, the biggest upheaval of Season 4, if not the entire show, is Chloe Decker accepting that Lucifer really is the devil. It took three seasons to get to that point. For a while, it was a running gag in that Lucifer was so overt about his identity. Chloe, like everyone else, just didn’t believe him. Now, having seen his devil face and his wings, she can’t avoid the truth.

This hits Lucifer almost as hard as Chloe. It adds a huge complication to their relationship, which had been growing deeper since the latter part of Season 3. It changes the dynamics between them considerably. They can’t be as coy or playful as they were with Lucifer’s devilish persona as they were in previous seasons. At some point, the truth must seep in.

Chloe’s initial reaction and eventual acceptance of that persona is incredibly revealing, both in terms of how it impacts her character and how it impacts the theology of the show. After seeing Lucifer’s true face, she faces a daunting challenge. This man, who she has grown so very close to, is the literal devil. How can she possibly process that?

All she has to go on are all the stories people tell about the devil. Many cultures offer various histories of this unholy figure. In some, he’s a fallen angel. In others, he’s evil personified. Whatever his heritage, they all have a similar theme. Lucifer is not one of the good guys. If anything, he’s the standard on which all evil is measured.

None of those stories completely mesh with the Lucifer that Chole knows. While she has seen him act in selfish, narcissistic ways, she has also witnessed his capacity for good. He will go out of his way to pursue justice, ensuring nobody escapes righteous punishment. He also has an admirable code of honor. He doesn’t lie. He doesn’t betray the trust of others. He also makes good on his deals.

These personal experiences do not fit the caricature that generations of mythology and folklore have espoused. It leaves Chloe incredibly conflicted. On one hand, she has all these texts and traditions telling her one thing about the devil. On the other, she has her own personal experiences that she has witnessed first-hand. What is she supposed to believe?

It presents an indirect, but powerful criticism about how others perceive God, Satan, and divinity in general. In many respects, it strikes at the foundation of everything anyone ever assumed about the devil. Most of us only ever have these time-tested traditions to go on when we imagine the persona of the devil. How can we be sure any of them are true?

For most people, it’s impossible to know. As a result, they live their lives thinking they have a clear understanding of who the devil is and where he fits in any divine plan. The fact that so many of these ancient stories agree that the devil is evil comes off as legitimate proof that he cannot be trusted.

This is where Chloe’s work as a detective really pays off. She knows better than most that it is possible for commonly-accepted stories to be wrong. Even before she saw Lucifer’s true face, she demonstrates time and again that even the most comprehensive anecdotes can be flawed. That’s why she always pursues actual, verifiable evidence.

In the first three seasons of “Lucifer,” she sees ample evidence that Lucifer is not evil incarnate. He has plenty of opportunities to do deplorable things and get away with it. He ultimately chooses not to. He even gives understandable reasons, every step of the way. In essence, he gives Chloe his side of the story, which never gets told in religious texts.

It’s true that he rebelled against God. It’s also true that he ruled Hell and oversaw the punishment and torture of countless souls. However, is that enough to make him evil? Is punishing those who deserve it an evil act? He even made clear in one episode that the punishment isn’t technically eternal. People simply endure whatever torment their guilt conjures in a repetitive time loop.

What makes this so revealing, both for Chloe’s story and the overall theology of the show, is how it deconstructs traditional notions of evil, the devil, and how people navigate right and wrong. Chloe has to process all these influences, many of which give her conflicting information. Some tell her Lucifer is evil. Some tell her he’s not. She’s genuinely torn, right up until the final episode.

In the end, the determining factor in “Lucifer” comes back the individual. In both this show and the comic that inspired it, the individual is ultimately responsible for making that choice and shouldering the responsibility. It reflects the heart of Lucifer’s rebellious persona. From the first episode to the dramatic climax of Season 4, it’s all about what an individual chooses.

There’s no divine will to choose for us.

There’s no divine plan that guides us.

There’s only what each individual chooses to do and the consequences of those choices.

The way Lucifer goes about it seems selfish, at times. He and others like him freely pursue their desires, unconcerned with how they offend traditional notions of civility or decency. When there are consequences, they don’t avoid them. It effectively builds an entire theology around individual empowerment and personal desire.

For most of the show, Lucifer is the embodiment of that theology. In Season 4, it’s Chloe who best reflects this sentiment. She is the one who decides whether to accept Lucifer for who he is. She has to sift through all the competing traditions, assumptions, and influences to decide for herself. On top of that, Lucifer must make similar choices about who he is and his place in the world.

By the end of Season 4, both Lucifer and Chloe make critical decisions that have a truly heart-wrenching impact. They’re each perfect personifications of a theological journey centered around the individual. Whether that individual is human or a celestial being doesn’t matter. Their choices are still the most powerful acts they can ever perform.

There are plenty of other ways in which this theology manifests. The parallel story surrounding Amenadiel and Dr. Linda involve some very weighty choices, as well. Ella Lopez and Dan “Detective Douche” Espinoza face their share of touch decisions as well. There are also the choices made by Eve, who is by far the most colorful addition to Season 4.

Then, there’s Mazikeen. She’s just awesome all around and has been since Season 1.

There are many other plots, concepts, complexities to explore with “Lucifer.” Season 4 does more in 10 episodes than the past two seasons, combined. It doubles down on notions of individuals charting their own spiritual path, pursuing their own desires, and taking responsibility for their actions. The results are dramatic in both a holy and unholy context.

There’s still plenty to build upon. While I won’t spoil the end of the final episode, I will note that it lays a solid foundation for Season 5. At the moment, it’s not clear whether Netflix will pick it up again. However, Tom Ellis himself has stated that there’s still more story to tell. Given the rich mythology the show has conjured in four seasons, I totally believe him.

Fittingly enough, the devil is in the details and there are still plenty of details to explore.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Mother’s Day 2019 Edition

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Where would we be without our moms? That’s a question with many answers. Practically speaking, none of us would be anywhere without our mothers. They carried us for months on end inside their wombs. They cared for us when we were frail, little infants. It’s impossible to overstate the value and love of mothers.

Now, I know most people don’t like thinking about it, but our mothers wouldn’t be our mothers without having a sexy side. They felt the powerful desire to get frisky and intimate with our fathers. As a result, we were created and we should all hope they made that process fun. Even if we don’t like to pictures our parents getting sexy, I think a part of us hopes our conception was a joyous one.

I’m lucky because I have two awesome parents. I know I’m horribly bias, but my mother is the absolute best. I like to think I got my passionate, sexy side from her. She’s such a loving person who never hesitates to embrace others when they need it. I’ve always felt like I can talk to her about anything, including personal stuff. It’s because of her I feel comfortable discussing sexy issues, be they personal or sensitive.

I know my mother often reads this site so there’s a good chance she’ll read this. To her and every other mother out there, thank you for being so awesome. We exist because of your sexiness. For that, I thank you and dedicate this edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to Mother’s Day 2019. Enjoy!


“In the right situations, oral sex can be both an appetizer and a desert.”


“Logistically speaking, there’s no such thing as an awkward erection with nymphomaniacs.”


“In a perfect world, honesty would get you laid as much as any rock star.”


“Technically, a stripper is a mood stabilizer that can be taken with alcohol.”


“Orgasm were the first anti-depressants and are still the best.”


“Legally, marriage is basically a restraining order for your genitals.”


“If foreplay is an investment in lovemaking, then afterglow is the dividend.”


I hope that made all the wonderful mothers out there feel a little more appreciated, among other things. I also hope it inspires others to honor their mothers in their own special way. I know I said it already, but I’ll say it again. We exist because of our mothers and they’re our mothers because they had a sexy side. If that’s not worth celebrating, I don’t know what is.

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A Personal Story About Mother’s Day And My (Awesome) Mom

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For many people, Mother’s Day is only a holiday for greeting card companies and florists. I understand that, to some extent. It can feel contrived, needing a holiday and an assortment of commercial products to celebrate the heroics of motherhood. It’s still worth celebrating, especially when you happen to have an awesome mother like mine.

I’ve gone out of my way to brag about how great my mom is on this site. I don’t just do that because she’s a regular reader. She really is that awesome. She was my first superhero. She brought me into this world, cared for me, nurtured me, and taught me the value of channeling your passions. It’s not an exaggeration to say that her love helped me become the man I am now.

I haven’t always made it easy on her, but she has always gone the extra mile. She always shows me love, even when I’m being difficult. She always tells me what I need to hear, even when I don’t want to hear it. I could be having a terrible day, lashing out at anyone and everyone around me for no reason. My mother would still show me love, no matter what.

I could tell story upon story that demonstrate why my mother is so wonderful, but in the spirit of Mother’s Day, I’d like to share one in particular that I feel gets the point across better than any card or flower. It’s a memory that she knows very well and one I know she also cherishes. In many ways, it reflects how difficult and how meaningful mothers can be.

This particular moment occurred on Mother’s Day years ago. I was still a kid in Elementary School, but I was at an age where I could do more for my mother than just give her a card. We’d made plans a week earlier about how we were going to spend Mother’s Day. I made her many promises. I was going to be the one to take care of her for once.

Then, on that fateful Sunday, I woke up feeling horribly sick. I’m not talking about a headache or one too many bowls of ice cream sick. I was running a 101-degree fever and throwing up. It was bad and on the worst possible day. Instead of me taking care of her on Mother’s Day, she ended up having to go the extra mile again, caring for a sick child.

By any measure, it’s not how a mother wants to spend Mother’s Day. Instead of cards and breakfast in bed, she had to take me to the doctors and clean up after me when I threw up. It could’ve been the worst Mother’s Day either of us had ever experienced. Instead, it ended up being one of the best.

That’s because, on that day, I gained a new appreciation for everything my mother did for me. This was supposed to be her day, but here she was, caring for me as any loving mother would. At no point did she ever show any frustration, anger, or resentment. She still tended to me with unconditional love, never hesitating to smile or do whatever she could to make me feel better.

It says a lot about her and about motherhood, in general. There are times when a mother has to step up, throw away her plans, and focus all her energy on her ailing child. It’s rarely convenient. It can even happen during the times when you most need a reprieve. Between me and my siblings, my mom certainly needed plenty. She still never hesitated to do right by her kids.

That fateful Mother’s Day was a disappointment on every level. In time, though, it became an oddly fond memory for both of us. I remember it because my mom was at her best during that day. The holiday didn’t matter. Caring for me when I was sick became her top priority and she did it as well as any grateful son could ask.

Even when she brings it up, she often smiles at the memory. I think she understands why that Mother’s Day stands out among the many that came before it. Instead of a celebration, she got a chance to vindicate the value of loving moms and she did so masterfully. She has every right to be proud of how she handled that day and I’m sure she is, even after all these years.

I don’t remember how long it took me to recover from whatever illness I had that day. What I do remember, though, is how important Mother’s Day became in the years that followed. Before, it had been a formality, of sorts. After that, I felt like I had to go the extra mile as well to show my mother how much I loved her and how much I appreciated her.

This year is no different. She knows I have plans to make this Mother’s Day as special as it should be. She also knows that I’ll always treasure that fateful Mother’s Day from years ago when everything went so wrong, but ultimately revealed just how much lover a mother can give to her child. It’s a beautiful thing and something for which I’m eternally grateful.

I hope this personal story inspires others out there to show their moms some extra love tomorrow. To my own mother, who I hope reads this at some point, you deserve all the love a son can give and then some.

Thank you for being so awesome.

Thank you for being the best mom a guy like me can hope for.

To all you other mother’s out there, thank you for filling this world with your love.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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“Intimacy Test 69” A Sexy Short Story (Involving Aliens)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote involving aliens, abductions, and sexy science experiments. I used to be big into UFOs and I’ve read a lot about stories involving alien abductions. While I believe most of those stories have more terrestrial explanations, I always felt they had some sexy potential. This is just one story built on that idea. Enjoy!

Most people who gazed up at the stars could only wonder and contemplate what alien life might be like. The sheer size, breadth, and beauty of the night sky was enough to make anyone’s imagination run wild. For Olivia Allen, she didn’t have to wonder. She knew the truth. Humanity was not alone, but that profound truth didn’t change the way she looked up at the stars. If anything, it gave the cosmos a very intimate kind of intrigue.

“Another crisp, clear night in the middle of the month,” Olivia said with a beaming grin as she gazed up at the night sky, “my favorite kind of night during my favorite time of month.”

Standing on the balcony of her undersized apartment on the outskirts of the city, she admired the stars above in a way few understood. Anyone who knew her often got the sense that she saw the world in a profoundly different. More than one person, including multiple family members, had commented on her unique outlook on life. She often smiled for no reason. She saw amazing beauty in mundane things. She rarely got upset over anything. Even when she had her car towed by a vindictive neighbor, she just shrugged it off.

To the rest of the world, Olivia was a mystery that nobody could seem to crack. She was young and beautiful, but never dated anyone, much to the chagrin of her family and friends. She was often alone, but never seemed lonely. She worked an unglamorous job at a local planetarium, but treated it like the best job in the world. They had no idea what she knew and how she’d come to know it. Most people wouldn’t have believed her, but that didn’t matter.

Olivia knew the intimate truth about the universe and humanity’s unique place within it. She embraced that truth in all its intimate grandeur.

“We’re not alone. We’re never alone,” Olivia said to the stars. “But that’s only part of the journey. The rest requires a different process…one that goes beyond any one species or planet.”

Armed with such profound insight, she re-entered her apartment and made her way to the bedroom. Along the way, she removed the bath robe she’d been wearing since she finished her bath an hour ago. She didn’t bother with clothes. She hadn’t worn clothes to bed in years and for good reasons.

Having completed her usual bedtime rituals, Olivia turned out the lights and slipped under the freshly-washed sheets of her bed. As she laid her head on the pillow and got comfortable, the beaming grin she’d cast towards the stars never faded. She wasn’t tired, but already knew that rest wasn’t the reason she’d turned in early on a Friday night.

“I know you’re out there,” she said into the darkened room. “You know I’m here. I’m ready.”

At first, there was only silence. Had anyone heard her utter those words in such a tone, they would’ve thought she was crazy. For a time, she thought she might have been. That was a lifetime ago. Since then, Olivia embraced a new kind of life…one that set her apart from much of the human race.

Finally, after a few moments of lying in bed with her eyes closed in silence, she felt it. The visitors she’d been expecting had arrived.

“Olivia Allen,” said a calm, peaceful, yet non-human voice inside her head. “This is a message from, Erotos of the Zetania Cluster. It is time.”

Olivia didn’t say a word. She just kept smiling and kept her eyes closed, knowing exactly what she was in for.

It started like many other stories attributed to alien abductions. First, there was a blinding column of light that apparently came from nowhere. Next, she felt paralyzed and unable to move. Then, she felt herself lifted into mid-air, as though gravity had been nullified. At that point, though, the stories about encountering real aliens diverted from the intimate truth.

In a flash, her surroundings changed, even though it felt like her body hadn’t moved. It used to make her dizzy and disoriented. Now, she enjoyed it, treating it like a ride at an amusement park. She opened her eyes just in time to see the light fade, revealing that she was no longer in her bedroom.

“That never stops being amazing,” Olivia said to herself.

She didn’t know what the technical term was. She’d been told that it wasn’t teleportation or a wormhole or some other phenomenon she could relate to common sci-fi movies. She just knew it worked. One minute, she was lying in bed within her ordinary, well-populated apartment. The next, she was aboard and alien ship in orbit around the Earth.

“Welcome back, Olivia,” said Erotos, the voice still coming from within her head. “You appear healthy, content, and well-nourished.”

“Thank you, Erotos. Are you going to scan every molecule of my body again?” she replied, knowing with certainty that she’d be heard.

“That will not be necessary. I’ve come to trust your word, as well as general observation.”

“I think that counts as progress by human standards.”

“It counts in other ways too…more than you think.”

That was something else Olivia never tired of, hearing the voice of a real-life alien in her head. It had once been so scary. Now, it was so comforting, having another presence in her mind. She’d come to see it as another kind of intimacy, one that connected her to a much larger universe.

As she reoriented herself, Olivia took in the very alien, yet very familiar surroundings. She once again stood in the arrival bay, as it had been called. It was small room that felt much bigger than it was. It didn’t contain much other than a large, alien-looking machine that she couldn’t begin to understand. She often called it her special transporter because no matter where she was on Earth, it could transport her onto the ship.

The ship itself was much bigger. She knew it was in orbit because there were screens in the wall that showed the Earth outside. It was a beautiful, majestic sight. However, it wasn’t the spectacle she admired most when encountering the alien being who called itself Erotos.

“Please, step forward,” Erotos told her. “We’ve prepared the next Intimacy Test for you. I believe you’ll be quite pleased with our latest refinements.”

“I look forward to seeing for myself. I always do,” said Olivia.

“As do we,” the alien told her. “Your data tends to be more useful than most.”

She laughed to herself as she stepped forward towards what looked like a blank wall, but created its own door for her, as if it were magic. Olivia tried not to think of it like that. Everything on the alien ship only seemed magical. In reality, it was just technology so advanced that her human mind couldn’t see it any other way. It was humbling, but it also reminded her of the role she’d come to play in Erotos’ alien agenda.

Upon passing through the doorway, a group of familiar beings awaited her. They weren’t the little green men of old movies, nor were they the big-headed gray aliens that others claimed to encounter. They were tall, slender, silver-skinned humanoid beings with no face, modest muscle features, and little traces of Earthly heritage.

However, Olivia had been told on her first encounter that the silver-skinned beings weren’t actually the bodies the aliens came from. They were just constructs that housed their consciousness. Their humanoid form was meant to provide some familiarity to humans they encountered. While their lack of a face was somewhat strange, Olivia had grown more comfortable with them over the years.

“I know the drill,” she said to them. “Do what you need to do.”

Without fear or concern, she approached them and held out her arms. She was still fully naked, but not the least bit uncomfortable. If anything, being around aliens who saw human bodies in such a unique, comprehensive context had made her more comfortable with nudity. She barely flinched as the beings felt around parts of her body, the soft tingles of their fingertips a sign of them gathering data.

They were gentle, but thorough, starting with her face, feet, and arms before working their way to her torso. At times, their touch was somewhat cold. At others, it was downright tickles. She even laughed somewhat when one grazed her upper shoulders a certain way.

“Are you still sensitive in the cluster of muscles around your sternocleidomastoid,” Erotos asked her. “If necessary, we can apply a treatment.”

“That’s okay, Erotos,” Olivia replied. “You know how I feel about treatments. If it’s for part of my body that I can’t pronounce, I’ll deal with it.”

“We are simply being thorough and considerate. Such courtesy is critical for harmonious among sentient life.”

It was so fitting and sobering, knowing there were universal constants for how life treated one another, regardless of where it came from. Just learning that had profoundly changed how Olivia had come to see humanity’s place in the cosmos, as well as her own. Every alien encounter seemed to affirm that perspective even more.

That perspective gained greater relevance as the alien humanoids finished their analysis. They’d felt around every part of her body, but saved one particular area for last…namely the intimate parts located between her thighs.

“Analysis indicates that your genitals are becoming aroused,” said one of the humanoids in a mechanical tone. “Is this in error?”

“No,” Olivia said with a chuckle, “it most certainly is not.”

“My apologies, Olivia,” said Erotos. “That particular individual is new to our crew and hasn’t fully assimilated your tendencies.”

“That’s okay, Erotos. I don’t mind aliens learning what a horny woman feels like.”

She laughed to herself as the silver-skinned humanoids finished their analysis. They always spent extra time on the areas in and around her vagina. She often wondered why they were so fascinated by those parts of human anatomy. She didn’t mind, though. She’d come to enjoy their soft, analytical touch on her most intimate areas. It had a strange way of turning her on, which often came in handy for the upcoming test.

“Analysis complete,” said one of the humanoids. “Please proceed into the testing area, Olivia Allen.”

“Thanks,” she said, casting the faceless being a kind smile. “Also, you can just call me Olivia.”

“Your request has been acknowledged and noted.”

That was another thing that took some getting used to, the overly-analytical nature of the aliens. They were capable of showing some range of emotion. While Erotos had told her that they were part machine, she also sensed greater feeling in them, albeit not in a way that most humans would understand.

Over time, she’d come to appreciate it. In addition, it reminded her of why Erotos’ tests were so critical and why her role in them was so much larger than raw data.

“The greatest wonders of the universe await once more,” she said to herself.

As she stepped forward, another door in the metal wall opened, leading to another familiar area. It was part lab, part bedroom. In the center was a large, king-sized bed that looked like it had been copied from some fancy hotel in the city. Given Erotos’ resources, it probably had been. In addition to the bed, there was a large console on the other side of the room consisting of computers and monitors, albeit of a very alien variety.

Sitting at the head of that console was Erotos himself – or itself, as Olivia had never surmised if they had an actual gender. Unlike the silver-skinned beings from earlier, Erotos had a more distinctly-alien form. It was not humanoid, nor was it purely biological. It had a half-dozen limbs, some functioning as arms while other functioned as legs. It had a body, but one that was shaped more like an orb rather than a typical torso. It had a face, but one with several eyes, no discernable nose, and a small mouth.

It was as alien as a creature could get, having no resemblance to anything from Earth. Olivia remembered how terrified she’d been when she first saw it, but Erotos had done much to calm her fears. She quickly learned that Erotos’ species was very empathetic, able to sense distress in others and alleviate it through means that seemed psychic, in nature. She’d even come to see beauty in Erotos’ form, although it made clear more than once that its species had evolved beyond their initial bodies millennia ago.

“You are looking very well, Olivia,” Erotos greeted.

“Thanks,” she replied with a friendly smile. “You have no idea how rare it is for a naked woman to hear that and not be put off.”

“I could likely calculate that within 2.3 minutes, but I prefer to commence with the test. I believe we’ve fully optimized the intimate potential of the subject. We are all very curious to see what sort of intimate data you’ll extrapolate from it.”

“Believe me, Erotos, I’m curious too…among other things.”

With growing anticipation, Olivia approached the bed and awaited Erotos’ latest test. It claimed such tests had major implications for humanity, the Zetania Cluster, and sentient life throughout the cosmos. As such, she took those tests as seriously as any intelligent life could.

After a brief wait, which included Erotos entering commands on the computers with its many arms, another door formed in the wall across the room. From it, a new being emerged. It was very human man and, like her, he was completely naked. However, Olivia had done enough tests to know that he was no ordinary man.

“Olivia, meet Adam Mark 69,” Erotos announced, “the latest in optimized human intimacy.”

“Mark 69, huh?” Olivia said with a snicker. “If only you knew the connotations associated with that number. Then again, you’re an intelligent alien. You definitely know and it already shows!”

Already excited about the data Erotos sought, she approached the subject that she intended to call Adam 69 for the rest of the test. Before she even got within reaching distance, she could smell the intense, masculine musk emanating from his body. It was such an alluring scent, most likely a product of pheromones specifically crafted to make human women horny. Olivia certainly felt those effects, but she didn’t need a manly smell to make her want to test Adam 69.

He looked like something out a lurid female fantasy. He had the physique of a male model, his upper body covered in chiseled, masculine muscles. He reminded her of an Olympic swimmer or track star. He also had a face that radiated sex appeal, from his short, well-groomed hair to a slight bit of facial hair to reflect his masculine features.

Then, there was that endowment hanging between his legs. Olivia couldn’t help but notice that as she got closer. She’d seen more than her share of male genitalia, even before she encountered Erotos. What Adam 69 had looked was the male anatomical equivalent of a masterpiece.

“Wow,” she said as she reached out to touch the chest of the male figure, “of all the alien technology I’ve seen, this may still be the most impressive.”

“I’m glad I am making a good impression,” said Adam in a mechanical, yet manly tone.

“You’re doing more than that, handsome…much more.”

Now standing within the heart of his intimate presence, she affectionately embraced the beautiful naked man before her. His smooth skin, bulging muscles, and polished physique felt so good with every touch, like an impossible fantasy made real.

As if by pure instinct, Adam smiled at her and embraced her as well. Upon feeling those powerful, muscular arms around her naked body, every sexual instinct went into overdrive. Her inner thighs became wet with feminine juices. Her heart raced, her face became flushed, and her skin grew extra-sensitive to his touch.

Along with her arousal, she sensed Adam’s male anatomy respond as well. The instant her thigh made contact with his penis, it began to swell to a state of arousal. It affirmed that, like the other subjects Erotos had her test before, Adam’s biology operated by different rules.

“Like others before him, Adam 69’s male physiology has been optimized by a combination of refined human genetics, bionic implants, and synthetic augmentations,” Erotos stated, still focused on the computer console. “We’ve compiled data from previous subjects to optimize both the physical and emotive features of the subject. We are confident that this is the closest we’ve come to date in creating the perfect intimate companion.”

“I already share much of that confidence,” said Olivia, “but I’d like to be sure.”

“As would I, Olivia Allen,” said Adam 69.

“Please…call me Olivia,” she said to him. “And while you’re at it…kiss me.”

“As you wish, Olivia.”

Without hesitation, the handsome male figure granted her request and captured her lips in a deep, affectionate kiss. In that moment, the overwhelming notion that she was on an alien ship, naked and surrounded by actual aliens, became an afterthought. As far as she was concerned, she and Adam were the only two beings in the universe that mattered.

It wasn’t the first time Erotos had presented her with a handsome male test subject for her to embrace. Since her first introduction to Erotos’ project, he’d presented her with all sorts of subjects. Not all of them were as attractive or welcoming as Adam 69. In fact, most of the earlier subjects were clumsy, functioning less like actual human and more like glorified sex robots with pre-programmed responses. They made for plenty of sexy fun, but offered little in terms of intimacy.

Kissing Adam 69 showed that Erotos had learned a great deal from all those previous tests. It didn’t feel like she was just kissing an attractive man. There were deeper connections at work, passions that went beyond physical gestures and basic desires. It really felt like she was kissing the love of her life and that only made her want to make love to him even more.

She managed to contain herself in order to draw out the kiss, if only so she and Adam could explore each other’s bodies with their hands. It also helped Erotos gather data, which was often treated like the most valuable currency in the universe. It might have been difficult for a human to understand, but Olivia had come to appreciate certain kinds of intimate data.

“Soft lips, tender hands, and eyes that touch a woman’s soul,” Olivia said upon briefly parting their lips.

“All good things, I hope,” Adam 69 said.

“There’s still room for improvement,” Olivia said coyly. “Here…touch my pussy. Feel for yourself just how much you’re affecting me.”

In the interest of keeping the data flowing, she gently guided his hand down between her legs. As soon as his fingers made contact with her moist outer folds, Olivia let out a soft gasp. Adam 69, encouraged by her reaction, employed that skilled touch of his into exploring her most intimate anatomy. Erotos seemed to approve.

“Such a strong reaction,” the alien being said, “much stronger than any before it.”

“Mmm…no need to crunch the numbers. I feel it too!” Olivia said.

While Adam 69 caressed and probed her womanhood with his hand, she re-captured his lips in another kiss. She was much more direct than before, twirling her tongue with his and deepening their embrace. She made it a point to press her breasts up against his chest, maximizing the skin-on-skin contact. She also demonstrated her skill at touching intimate anatomy, reaching down and stroking his perfectly-shaped penis, which was already semi-erect.

At that point, the kissing, the embracing, and the groping ceased being purely affectionate. It was now full-fledged foreplay. Each gesture now had a singular goal in maximizing sexual arousal. They achieved that goal quickly, much more so than previous tests. Olivia could barely stand, her legs weak from the burning heat between her legs. She could also sense the escalating desire in Adam 69 and not just in terms of the rock-hard flesh in her hand.

He wanted to make love to her.

She wanted to make love to him.

Beyond the simple desire for sex, Olivia felt a deeper intimate connection with Adam 69. It was very different from other test subjects, which gave her all the more incentive to complete the test.

“The data is getting erratic,” Erotos said, “but in a statistically relevant manner. I must gather more!”

The advanced alien creature entered several commands on the console. The lights in the area around the bed dimmed, taking on a very sensual undertone. It felt less like an alien ship and more like the honeymoon suite at a fancy resort. While Olivia didn’t need extra setup to make love to the handsome man before her, it certainly helped.

“Please proceed, Olivia,” Erotos told her. “If you are ready, take Adam Mark 69 to the bed and engage in sexual intercourse. Be as thorough and passionate as you wish. Remember, every bit of data is precious.”

“Don’t worry, Erotos. I’ll make it count!” Olivia said intently.

The kiss ended. For a brief moment, she and Adam 69 just stood there in a deep embrace, their naked bodies pressing together in a growing heat of passion. She could feel his fully-erect penis pressing against her. She was just as certain he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Gazing into his eyes, exchanging with him a seductive grin, the next phase of the test had arrived.

“Adam 69,” she said in a deep, affectionate voice, “take me to the bed.”

“Yes, my darling,” Adam 69 responded.

It didn’t come off as a pre-recorded response, like so many others. When Olivia heard it, she believed it. That belief became stronger as Adam 69 picked her up with his powerful arms, prompting her to throw her legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders. As he carried her over to the bed, he kissed her with loving affection, not letting the passion of the moment wane for an instant.

Olivia knew that Adam 69 was more than human. She understood that Erotos had engineered him like every other model. However, from her perspective, he was still a man. She sensed in him a deeper feeling that went beyond the latest model of an experiment. She sought to explore that feeling with him in the most intimate way possible.

Upon arriving at the bed, Adam 69 laid her down in the center and got on top of her. The impossibly soft sheets felt like a cloud cradling her naked body. Still kissing her passionately, he followed more of those inborn instincts and prepared to enter her. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, the balls of her feet digging right into his lower back. She felt him adjust and align their bodies so that his manhood was perfectly aligned with the entrance to her womanly depths.

“Please,” Olivia said with a mix of desperation and desire, “I want to feel you inside me.”

“I want to feel it to…Olivia,” Adam 69 said.

With their desires and bodies now perfectly in line, the impossibly handsome man thrust his hips forward and entered her. Immediately, Olivia let out a gasp that echoed throughout the cosmos.

“Ooh yes!” she cried out.

It was like a missing piece of her soul had finally found her. The way his masculine flesh filled her feminine depths was akin to two matched puzzle pieces coming together, perfectly matched and ideally molded for one another. The hot, intense sensations the followed filled her mind and body with a special kind of bliss. For all Olivia knew, she was the first woman to ever experience such a feeling.

In Adam 69’s reaction, she saw more than just a man enjoying the sensations of a hot vagina surrounding his dick. As he looked at her and she looked back at him, she saw someone who had achieved his ultimate purpose. Who he was and what he strived to be had culminated in that moment, evoking a pleasure that went beyond flesh.

“Olivia…my love,” Adam said in a passionate daze.

“Adam,” she gasped, “make love to me.”

No further instructions were necessary. Instinct, desire, and affection took over. The impassioned look in his eyes remained strong as he drew her into another kiss as their naked bodies began moving to the rhythm of sexual bliss.

Together, they navigated their passions into a perfectly balanced pace. With his knees and feet digging into the bed, Adam 69 laterally worked his masculine form along hers, his manly sinews meshing perfectly with her feminine curves. Olivia complemented those motions, shifting her hips and tensing her legs so that every motion maximized their fleshly entwinement. If there was such a thing as a perfect blend of love and sex, she and Adam 69 had definitely achieved it.

“The data…so raw and complete,” Erotos said over the sounds of various grunts and moans. “It’s beautiful!”

That sentiment seemed fitting, an alien intelligence finding beauty in such an intimate act. Olivia kept the data flowing, kissing her advanced lover passionately while raking her fingers over his back. She shared with him all the grunts and gasps of their sex, affectionately clinging to onto one another as they pushed the limits of intimate bliss.

Olivia quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm. It might have been the quickest, most efficient ascension to the ultimate ecstasy in the history of the female body. Simple, missionary-style sex wasn’t supposed to be that effective, at least under ordinary circumstances. However, there was nothing ordinary about what she was experiencing. The love she and Adam 69 were making was set to redefine the limits of sex, love, and everything in between.

“Adam! Oh Adam! I’m close! I’m…I’m so close!” she panted as the feeling closed in.

“Yes…I feel it too!” Adam gasped. “I…I want to come with you.”

“Me too! Let’s…share this together!”

The rhythm of their love intensified. Their naked bodies moved faster and with greater urgency. While the kissing ceased, the touching and caressing intensified. Her eyes were locked with his, taking in every detail of his loving expression. There was so much passion radiating from his eyes…passions that were both very human and distinctly alien. The feeling they were creating together was more than just an orgasm. It was an intimate connection on a cosmic scale.

“Oohhh Adam!”

“Ohhh Olivia!”

In a moment where the line between two bodies body and two souls disappeared, she and Adam climaxed. It might not have been the first time in human history that two lovers achieved simultaneous orgasm, but Olivia believed what they’d just achieved was the most profound.

Their bodies were perfectly synchronized every step of the way, her inner folds contracting around his rigid member as his manly fluids mixed with her feminine juices. Through the blissful process, her toes curled, his back arched, and their grip on one another intensified. Together, they bathed in the ecstasy of such an intense release. As the ripples of pleasure coursed through their naked bodies, their eyes never diverted. As far as Olivia was concerned, Adam 69 was the center of her universe, just as she was the center of hers.

Through that strong feeling, it was easy to forget that the love they’d just made was still a test and one directed by an alien, no less. In the heat of such a powerful moment, it was an afterthought. That didn’t make the results of the test any less conclusive.

“This is it. After so many tests, analysis, and alterations, I believe we’ve done it,” said Erotos from his console. “The perfect manifestation of physical and intimate bonding, represented in both raw data and abstract ideals…it’s very real, observed and documented.”

“Mmm…real indeed,” Olivia said with a satisfied purr.

“I don’t think you understand, Olivia,” Erotos went on. “Millennia ago, my kind sought to transcend biology and all its limited experiences. When we succeeded, we could evolve even faster, venturing to the stars and beyond. However, to do through mere mechanistic means was…unfulfilling.”

Olivia already knew that part of the Zetania Cluster’s history. Erotos had shared much of it during their first encounter. Knowing that history was a major factor in her choosing to help Erotos with his tests. Now, that fateful choice had gained even greater significance.

“For too long, my people have been in conflict,” Erotos went on. “Some seek to reconnect with our biological roots and the intimate nature of its many forms. Others seek to merely copy it into a mechanical form, as if it were another tool. What I just observed…what you’ve helped me conclude, Olivia Allen…is proof that there’s a way to synthesize the two. We can evolve our bodies while also forging close, intimate connections.”

“That, we can,” Olivia said, almost humored that so many tests were needed to reach such a conclusion.

“The implications are vast,” Erotos said, “both for my kind and yours. More tests are likely necessary to replicate the results, but I suspect both you and Adam Mark 69 won’t mind indulging such scientific rigor.”

“No, we won’t,” said Adam 69 with a wide grin.

“Not in the slightest,” Olivia said.

As if to prove themselves to Erotos, they shared a loving kiss to cap off their sex. Their intimate flesh parted in the process, but they remained entwined in their passionate embrace. Data or no data, the feeling they’d created was still strong.

“Officially, this test is over,” Erotos said. “There is much to compile. Adam Mark 69 will remain intact, preserved, and stored comfortably for future efforts.”

“That’s good to know,” said Olivia while caressing his manly face. “I don’t see how you’ll be able to improve on this.”

“I’m glad you like this form. It is, by far, my favorite compared to all the others,” said Adam 69.

That was another unique aspect of alien tech. Adam 69 was a unique consciousness, but he’d been in multiple bodies. Erotos explained on their first encounter that his race knew how to store, preserve, and transfer consciousness the same way she transferred text messages on her phone. Over time, that consciousness had evolved to a point where it could function with or without a body. Having just made love to him, Olivia definitely preferred that he keep the body.

“If you wish, I can end this test now,” Erotos said. “I can put Adam Mark 69 in stasis. I can send you back. You’ll wake up in your bed, rested and with a complete memory of what you experienced.”

“Or…you could let us stay for a couple more hours,” Olivia suggested, already gazing seductively at Adam 69, “you know, to make more love and capture more data.”

“I would certainly not be opposed to that,” said Adam 69.

Olivia wasn’t sure if Erotos had a sense of humor. Their kind might not even have a concept of humor. However, they did seem to understand innuendo.

“I see no reason to deny such a request,” said Erotos. “Feel free to make love as many times as you wish. I can always use some extra data.”

“So could we,” said Olivia, “so much data.”

“Data, intimacy, and love,” Adam 69 said distantly. “I cannot think of a more worthy purpose!”

Olivia still didn’t know how to read the face of an advanced alien, but she swore she saw a smile. Test or no test, she’d found something special and uniquely human on an alien ship. In her arms, upon a bed made of materials that might not have been from Earth, she had the perfect lover with which to share an intimate connection.

Armed with that connection, they shared another kiss before making love again, letting their bodies and passions run free with desire. However many times they made love and however many positions they utilized, one crucial piece of data made every sensation more satisfying.

Life, no matter where it came from or what form it took, could venture to the farthest reaches of the cosmos through sheer will and resolve. However, when it came to forging purpose in every endeavor, large or small, having an intimate connection made the journey more satisfying.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Make-Up Sex

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I’ve always had mixed feelings about make-up sex. That’s not to say I’m against it. I know that in certain situations, it can work for certain couples. It can even be good for certain relationships. If a couple can find a way to get something meaningful out of it, then more power to them. Being a romantic, though, it often leaves me conflicted.

I’ve known couples who treat make-up sex as a bandage, of sorts. They fight, bicker, and argue to no end, only to use sex as a way to mend whatever wounds they impart. Now, I’m all for using sexy activities to make a bad day feel better, but as a remedy for major issues, it’s a risky treatment option that is prone to all sorts of complications.

I should probably disclose that I don’t have much direct experience with make-up sex. It just doesn’t appeal to me, personally. In all the relationships I’ve had, it hasn’t been part of the romance. While I doubt it’ll ever be part of a future romance, I don’t necessarily rule out the possibility.

That said, I don’t doubt the potential value it may have in our collective love lives. I’ve seen other couples successfully use it. I even see the logic to it, using something sexy to counter conflict. When properly applied, it can do more than just temper hostility. This Daily Sexy Musing is my own little exploration into how ambitious lovers can go about it. Enjoy!

I’m so upset with you.

You’re so upset with me.

We vent our anger.

We share the dismay.

How did it go so wrong? On any other day, our love carries us through. Together, we find a way to work it out. We need not raise our voice or bicker needlessly. We’re supposed to be stronger, but on this day, our passions get the better of us. The frustration boils over and we show our worst selves.

I hate this feeling as much as you. Everything about it feels wrong. I want nothing more than to put it behind us. You want the same. It shows in your tears of anguish. I’m ready to make amends, but I don’t know how.

We can’t stand each other, but we can’t walk away.

We resent each other, but we love each other.

We annoy each other, but we console one another.

I can’t stand it anymore. This isn’t who we are. All the heart, soul, and energy we put into our love cannot be so easily subverted. There has to be a way to fix this. I promise to myself and to you that I will make everything right. The bitterness is strong, but our love is stronger. I need only find a way to channel it.

Finally, the feeling boils over. The anger turns to resignation. All the hate becomes a realization. The intensity of what we feel manifests in a new way. Suddenly, the resentment seems petty. Everything that seemed so wrong now seems trivial. To right our strained hearts becomes obvious. The same passion that caused us pain is re-purposed and reversed.

Together, we vent a new wave of emotions.

Together, we tear into each other once more.

Together, we unleash our most heated feelings.

Together, we turn hate into love.

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