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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: New York Comic Con 2019 Edition

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The last day of the New York Comic Con is a day of extended afterglow for life-long comic book fans. We’ve read the big headlines. We’ve taken in the spectacle. We’ve immersed ourselves in this wondrous celebration of comics, pop culture, and fandom. Our minds and bodies can only process so much joy. We need some time to soak it all in.

I hope that provides some appropriate context for my feelings at the moment. Having returned from another successful New York Comic Con, I can only do so much to put my sentiments into words. Every year I go, I worry that it won’t exceed the experience that I enjoyed in previous years. Every year, it still finds a way to get better.

This year gave me a fresh batch of treasured memories. I met some amazing people. I attended some awesome panels. I also got to spend some time in New York City, which is a treat in and of itself. There was so much to see and experience, but only a finite time to take it all in. Based on my experience, I like to think I got everything I could out of it.

Once again, I thank and celebrate the New York Comic Con for affirming my love of comics, superheroes, and the fans who help make it special. I also thank the amazing cos-players who give so much character and charisma to the event. You are all more than deserving of recognition for an edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts, and then some. Enjoy!


“Every popular sex act started as an act of deviance.”


“Even the most passionate act of lovemaking began with a dirty thought.”


“Orgasms are nature’s all-purpose anti-depressant.”


“Anyone who can fix a car, computer, or toilet is going to have some level of sex appeal to someone with little patience.”


“Masturbation isn’t something you learn as much as it is something you figure out.”


“A good night’s sleep is both a side-effect and a bonus of post-coital afterglow.”


“Technically, an orgy is the simplest manifestation of democracy if you count orgasms as votes.”


Another New York Comic Con is in the books. Between the upcoming slate of superhero movies and new upheavals in the comics, there’s plenty to look forward to. Expect me to appreciate, celebrate, and write about it all in the coming months. Thanks again, New York Comic Con! You make my year feel special.

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Five Places Where I’ll Likely Meet The Love Of My Life

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I’m a romantic at heart. Between the sexy stories I’ve written and the sexy topics I’ve discussed, I think I’ve made that abundantly clear. Love, in all its wondrous forms, is something worth pursuing, channeling, and embracing. It’s one of the few forces that can be as powerful in the real world as it is in fictional words.

It may be corny, but love is a wonderful thing. It’s easy to be cynical and jaded, especially if you’ve had your heart broken or been in one too many bad relationships. It’s just as easy to find yourself overwhelmed by all the joy and fulfillment it brings to your life. The hardest part is finding it, but finding it often requires vulnerability, dedication, and even a little blind luck.

At the moment, I’m single. I’ve been single for a number of years now, but I’m always on the lookout for love. I’ve tried online dating. It didn’t work for me. I’ve also tried having a family member set me up with someone. That didn’t work, either. I haven’t lost hope. I still believe that one day, I’ll find the love of my life. It’s just a matter of when and where.

While it’s impossible to predict the when, I know myself well enough to have a general idea of where I might find that special someone. Everyone in my family says it’ll happen when I least expect it, but a few have said I probably won’t be surprised where it happens.

With that in mind, I’d like to take a moment to speculate on where that magical moment might happen for me. I know myself. I know where I hang out and where I tend to meet new friends. If I’m going to fall in love, it’s probably going to happen at a place like that.

Granted, I could be wrong. It could happen somewhere completely unexpected. Love is unpredictable and erratic like that. That’s part of what makes it so amazing. In terms of sheer probability, these are the locales where I’m most likely to meet the love of my life.


#1: A Comic Book Convention

This is probably the most obvious. I’ve been very transparent with my love of comic books and superhero movies. It’s also one that has a track record. I met my last girlfriend on an online comic book forum. Having a shared interest is a great catalyst for love and comic conventions are the epicenter of it all.

I’ve met good friends and a few cute girls at comic conventions. I’ve documented my trips to the New York Comic Con multiple times. I’ve every intention of attending the New York Comic Con this year and for years to come. If I’m going to fall in love, it’ll likely be with someone who shares the same interests.

Maybe they’ll be a cos-player dressing up as one of my favorite characters. Maybe they’ll be someone I’m sitting next to during a panel. Maybe they’ll just happen to be stuck in line with me, waiting to get an autograph from one of my favorite writers or celebrities. Comic conventions offer all sorts of opportunities for fans and lovers alike.

If I fall in love with someone, I’d like them to share my interest. If I meet the love of my life at a comic book convention, then that’ll only give us more reasons to go every year. I can’t think of a better way for a romance to blossom.


#2: A Football Game

Like comic conventions, football games are a perfect celebration of something I love. I’ve been a football fan all my life. During the season, I schedule every Sunday around watching games and cheering on my favorite teams. Some of my favorite memories as a kid involved watching football with my dad and siblings. I hope to make similar memories with the love of my life.

I don’t go to as many football games anymore, but when I do, I encounter women who are just as passionate about the game as any man. That can be difficult to find in other walks of life. Football is often seen as a male-centric interest, but that has been steadily changing in recent years.

As with comics, I believe I’ll fall in love with someone who shares my passions. If I find a woman who can drink, cuss, and cheer during games as much as me, I have a feeling we’ll share an amazing romance. Through hard losses and major victories, we can give each other yet another reason to look forward to football season. Love has that power, even for things you already love.


#3: A Book Store/Library

This might be a bit trickier with respect to finding love, but I think it’s possible for the same reason as comic conventions and football games. Book stores and libraries may not be big events or gatherings, but they’re where I go to celebrate and further my love for great stories. Whether it’s romance or sci-fi, book stores and libraries are almost a necessary hub for a guy like me.

I’m the kind of person who could spend an hour in a book store, sifting through everything from the latest comic books to cheesy romance novels. The people you meet aren’t always in the mood to talk, let alone fall in love. However, it’s a lot easier to strike up a conversation with someone, especially when they’re picking out the same books you enjoy.

One day, I could be hanging out in the graphic novel or romance section of a book store. Then, a woman could just show up, start looking at the same books as me, and that’s all it would take. If we happen to share the same passion for the same stories, then it could lead to sharing passions of other kinds. It can start small, but grow rapidly. Like all great romance, it takes a little spark to trigger a great love story.


#4: A Sports Bar

This one has similar factors to that of a football game and a comic book convention. It’s a gathering spot for events, albeit on a smaller scale. It’s not flashy or elaborate, but that’s exactly why I think it’s a good place for a guy like me to find love.

I love sports. I also love good food and good beer. I go to sports bars to do more than just drink and eat, though. I like to hang out, watch whatever game is on, and strike up random conversations with people. It’s a great experience that has helped me develop the social skills that I didn’t have in my youth.

In the same way I can talk for hours about sports and comics, I’d like to find a special someone who can share in those conversations. We can share a few beers, a batch of buffalo wings, and an extensive discussion about playoff scenarios and draft picks. If I’m going to fall in love someone, it’s probably going to happen with someone I love talking to.

Sports bars aren’t known for being romantic. As a date, it’s probably not the first place you want to go with your lover. In terms of meeting that lover, though, I think a sports bar is one of the places where our paths may first cross.


#5: A Strip Club

I know. I can already sense the judgement pouring in through certain corners of the internet. Yes, I’m aware that strip clubs have a dirty, lurid reputation. I know it’s not the first place anyone goes when looking for a spouse. I also know most strippers aren’t looking to find love. I don’t care. I think there’s plenty of room for romance.

Strippers, be they male or female, seek love just as much as anyone else. It may not be the kind of epic romance that inspires Shakespearean plays or chick flicks, but it can be just as sincere. As someone who appreciates nudity and celebrating sex appeal, I think I’d connect with women at a strip club.

I don’t deny that there would be unique challenges. I’m aware that most strippers only pretend to like the men who go to clubs so they can extract money for their company. It’s part of the job. There’s also life beyond the job. Sometimes, you connect with people in unexpected ways over the course of their work. That’s the entire premise behind workplace romances.

Whether the person I fall for is a stripper or just someone who works there, I can imagine something starting out as a simple exchange that blossoms into something unexpectedly. I’ve been in my share of strip clubs. The women who work there are as varied as the women you find any another occupation. If they appreciate nudity and all things sexy like I do, I can see that as being a good foundation for love.


For now, these places are just educated guesses. Whenever or wherever I meet the love of my life, I probably won’t realize it at first. When I do, I hope the moment is as special as the location. Romance can blossom in many different places. For certain people, some are just more fertile than others.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Elaborate Seduction Edition

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Being a romantic, I’m a sucker for exceedingly elaborate acts of seduction. Whether it’s on Valentine’s Day, an anniversary, or even a first date, I think the power of romance is on full display when ambitious people go all out. It’s a beautiful thing, even when it’s overdone. As long as someone’s heart is in the right place romantically, seduction can be quite a spectacle.

You don’t have to look too hard to find stories that are romantic, extreme, or just plain hilarious. I once worked with a guy who turned his entire bathroom into something that looked like a high roller suite in Las Vegas. I also knew a girl who set up this elaborate sound system in her husband’s bedroom to play sounds of the beach in the middle of winter. They weren’t crazy stunts, but they conveyed the same sentiment.

Putting time, energy, and resources into intimacy doesn’t just show how much you care about someone. It shows how much you’re willing to invest in love. It tells your lover, and the world as a whole, that you have a large capacity for love. If you have the means and the opportunity, you’ll demonstrate it to the utmost. To lovers and romantics alike, it’s a powerful message.

I certainly have my own ideas for how elaborate I’d get if I had a lover to seduce. I won’t share them here or hint at what it might involve. That’s for me and my future lover to know, whoever they may be. Until that time comes, here are some Sexy Sunday Thoughts to celebrate those who go the extra mile when it comes to seduction.


“The sexiness of underwear is directly linked to how easy it is to take off.”


“Does it really count as seduction if the person you’re trying to seduce is already horny?”


“When you think about it, babies are living orgasms.”


“The extent of someone’s love is directly proportional to how much of their lover’s body their lips have touched.”


“If there really is that special someone for everyone, then bisexuals are really hedging their bets.”


“Depending on your attitudes towards nudity, strip poker is the only form of gambling that has no losers.”


“Having sex with a pregnant woman is the only act of redundancy that leads to orgasms.”


I hope these musings inspire others to go a little further the next time they want to seduce their lover. There’s a time and place for a grand, over-the-top gesture to show how much you want to get frisky with your lover. They don’t come along often, but whenever you have the opportunity, I encourage everyone to take it.

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“Stay With You” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story mixed in with some heavy dramatic elements. It’s a sad fact of life and romance. Sometimes, things get rough. You seek comfort with someone, even if it means breaking a few rules to get it. Please note that this story is a bit more intense than some of the others I’ve written, but I wanted to mix it up a bit. I hope it’s still enjoyable.

“This is all your fault, Jason!”

“Of course, you’d say that! How could it not be? Please, tell me in your stupefying wisdom how it’s my fault we’re getting sued!”

“It’s your goddamn name on the summons! What, did you forget how to fucking read?”

“And it’s your goddamn name on the police report, Lana! Which do you think the lawyers will care about?”

“I was protecting my oldest daughter. What was I supposed to do?”

“You had a kitchen knife and a baseball bat with you! You were the one who picked that fight. You’re the one at fault!”

The shouting, bickering, and anger echoed through wall of what used to be a peaceful suburban home. Tanya Griswold could hear it, even in the basement where she’d moved her bedroom two years ago. She’d thought the extra space would provide a badly-needed buffer between her and her parents. Unfortunately, she underestimated how loud they could be.

Lying on her bed, curled up in a fetal position while holding a pillow to her head, Tanya tried to shut it out. That was easier said than done. Her parents had a knack for making their voices heard, but for all the wrong reasons. When they got into arguments, they did not hold anything back. They often skipped the part where tensions escalated slowly and let everything erupt into a rage-filled shouting match. In fact, shouting might as well have been second nature to them.

Tanya should’ve been numb to it by now. She’d heard her parents fight all her life. She and her older sisters, Maggie and Patricia, grew used to it to some extent. Her parents were stubborn, combative people, by nature. Most everyone in the neighborhood knew that. It was only in the past several years that things got bad to a point that tore at her heart.

“That asshole husband of hers was going to hurt her. It was self-defense!” her mother shouted as the argument continued.

“They were hurting each other. We both saw the bruises. You made it worse by getting involved!” her father shouted back.

“Is that the story you’re buying into? You really don’t believe your own daughter?”

“I’m a lawyer. I believe what witnesses and the official police reports say. Trust me, this is not a case of self-defense!”

Tanya squeezed the pillow against her head harder, closing her eyes and trying to shut it out. It was no use. The argument continued and showed no signs of abating.

It was enough to make her regret being the youngest of three girls. Even as a senior in high school, she’d been counting down the days, hours, and minutes to when she could graduate and move out of the house. That way, her parents could yell at each other all they wanted. At the moment, it felt like a distant pipe dream.

“Four months, two weeks, and five days,” Tanya said to herself. “Just hold out for another four months, two weeks, and five days.”

She repeated that mantra again and again, if only to drown out the shouting. Her parents never needed much reason to raise their voice, but they’d had more than usual, thanks to her older sisters. They’d both gotten married fairly young. Maggie even managed to get pregnant in college, forcing an impromptu wedding that nobody had been ready for.

Whether by bad luck or poor choices, both her sisters had married men they never should’ve married. Tanya’s Uncle Maxwell once joked that they’d fallen in love with great boys, but married lousy men. In hindsight, it was no joke. Tanya had seen first-hand how her sisters dated certain boys in their youth, but chose to marry certain types of men once they got older. It was like they’d experienced real love that fulfilled them emotionally, but preferred a rigid partnership that benefited them socially and financially.

It was so shallow, even by the standards of their affluent community. The men her sisters married were successful and well-connected, but had next to no chemistry with them. Anyone with functioning eyes and ears could see that. That was why it didn’t surprise her in the slightest when both marriages faced trouble. Patricia had already gone through a messy divorce that ripped holes through the family, but Maggie’s promised to be worse, especially after her mother paid her soon-to-be ex a visit.

Tanya still didn’t know all the details. She didn’t even want to know the details. Her father, being the skilled lawyer he was, had been throwing the details in her mother’s face ever since it happened. It was so bad that she purposefully stayed late at school, hoping it would abate by the time she got home. She ended up being wrong. It was so bad they barely noticed when she came home soaked from the rain after a storm rolled in.

“I’m fine. School’s going great, by the way. I’m so excited to go to college out-of-state,” Tanya had said while her parents were arguing in the living room. “By the way, aliens invaded this afternoon and unleashed a swarm of killer robots. We all have three hours to live.”

They hadn’t heard her. They didn’t even react. Her parents just waved to acknowledge her presence before they continued fighting. She doubted they heard her storm downstairs to her room and slam the door shut.

“I’m starting to wish those killer robots were real,” Tanya muttered to herself. “I’d rather face them than an entire night of this shit.”

She pressed her face harder into her pillow, but it was no use. She could still hear the shouting, the arguing, and the profanity. She even heard some dishes breaking and chairs being knocked over. It was enough to make the floor shutter.

It was too much. She had to get away.

“Fuck this!” she cried angrily. “I can’t stay here tonight!”

With tears in her eyes and anguish in her heart, she stormed out of her bedroom, not even bothering to grab her purse or phone. She hadn’t even changed out of the wet clothes she’d worn to school. Anything that didn’t involve getting out of the house would’ve taken too much time and the arguing was just getting worse.

“MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T ACTED LIKE A PSYCHOTIC BITCH, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS!”

“DON’T CALL ME A BITCH YOU VINDICTIVE ASSHOLE! I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T SIDE WITH YOUR DAUGHTER ON THIS, I’LL…”

That was as much as Tanya heard before slipping out the basement door that led into the back yard, just under the deck. She didn’t want to hear another word at that point. Even as she stepped out into the pouring rain, she could still hear her parents angrily storming about the living room. If she wanted to get away, she’d have to run farther.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll run through the fucking rain!”

Not caring at all about the rain, the cold, and the wind, Tanya sprinted out into the storm. She didn’t care which direction she ran at first, focusing only on getting through the door in the fence and into the cul-de-sac behind the house. That involved trekking through mud, leaves, and rain that just kept falling harder. She didn’t care, though. All that mattered was getting away from the arguing.

“This is what I have to go through…what I have to endure, just to get away from the fighting,” Tanya cried as she ran down the street. “It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair!”

She kept running as fast as her legs would take her. By then, she was soaked from head to toe, her shirt, jeans, and shoes a mess of water and mud. Cold winds swept through the streets, causing the rain to hit her face like dozens of needles. It stung, but did little to slow her down. Tanya didn’t care if she had to run through a hurricane. If that was what she had to endure to get away from the chaos, then so be it.

“Keep going. Don’t stop,” Tanya told herself. “Find somewhere…anywhere.”

She pushed through strain and fatigue, enduring more gusts of wind and rain. Near as she could tell, she’d run several blocks to the south end of her neighborhood. Another block to the north and she’d hit the parkway, which was always treacherous in stormy weather. She knew in the back of her mind there was only so far she could run before her body gave out. Thankfully, there was one option that she hadn’t forgotten.

“I didn’t want to put you through this, Nick…bringing my family drama into your life,” she said to herself. “We just started dating. I’ve been giving you my best self. Now, you’ll have to…”

Before she could finish her thought, a round of thunder erupted from the sky. More lightning followed as the winds picked up. It was like Mother Nature herself telling her that she was out of options. If she wanted any kind of sanctuary from her family’s fighting, she could only get it from her boyfriend.

Having little time or energy to remember why it was a bad idea, Tanya made the fateful choice and changed direction. Now running to the west side of the neighborhood where Nick lived, she prayed with what little faith she had that she wasn’t making a mistake.

Nicholas Cyrus Rhodes was the latest of Tanya’s string of short-lived romances. Since her freshman year, she’d been with a handful of boys. Some were more serious than others, but only to a point. Having seen how bad relationships could get, she often cut things off at the slightest hint of trouble. Her friends once described her approach to relationships as only ever wanting the first date and the honeymoon with nothing in between. It was distressingly accurate.

Nick was the first boy she tried to pursue seriously. They’d been dating since Halloween, having met at neighborhood barbecue. He was sweet, understanding, and attractive, thanks largely to his role on the school track team. He also wasn’t afraid to disagree or argue, but he never raised his voice like her parents did. His entire family was similar, opting to listen rather than yell. It might as well have been alien to her.

However, she needed something like that. She needed it more than she needed to get out of the cold. As Nick’s house came into view, she tapped what remained of her strength and sprinted the rest of the way.

“Please be home! Please be home! Please, Nick, be home tonight!” Tanya found herself repeating.

Nearing the house, she saw that the lights were on, but his parents’ car wasn’t in the driveway. For all she knew, they’d gone out to dinner to have a nice, family meal that didn’t involve anyone yelling at each other. She wouldn’t have blamed Nick for a second if that were the case.

However, the lights being on meant someone had to be home. Knowing Nick, he was either in the basement watching TV or in the garage working out. Since the garage was closed, Tanya opted to try the basement. That meant hopping another fence, wading through a patch of mud along the side of the house, and hoping the neighbors didn’t call the cops on her.

“Please…if there’s any glimmer of hope in this god-awful night…let it be this. Let it be with Nick,” she said upon stepping through the mud.

Already gasping for air and fighting heavy fatigue, she made her way through the back yard and up to the sliding door entrance. She could see light emanating from the curtains. She also noticed the flicker of a TV. Someone was home. Hoping it was Nick, she frantically knocked on the glass.

“Nick! Nick, are you there? It’s me!” she said over the rain and thunder.

Having finally stopped running, her body nearly gave out. Her legs burned. Her face was numb from the cold. She was already shivering steadily, having to hug her shoulders just to maintain what little body heat she had left. The storm showed little sign of letting up. If Nick didn’t answer, then she could just succumb to hypothermia, for all she cared.

Then, just as Tanya dared contemplate that morbid thought, the door to the basement opened and very surprised Nick Rhodes stood before her.

“Tanya!” he gasped. “My God, what happened?”

“Nick…”

That was all she got out. Like a reflex, she threw her arms around her and embraced him as though he were the edge of a cliff. She was cold, soaked, and half-crazy from her family’s drama. Nick would’ve been totally justified in shoving her away, but he didn’t. He just embraced her back.

It was the first dose of warmth and comfort she’d felt all day. She could barely support herself, physically or emotionally, but a boy who she’d just started dating was there to help her. If her spirit weren’t so wounded, she would’ve called that a miracle.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he told her in that calm, caring tone of his. “Come inside. Get out of the storm.”

He didn’t mention the mud she had on her shoes and pants. He didn’t point out that she’d gotten his sweat-shirt and jeans all wet. He just welcomed her into his house. That said a lot about the kind of man Nick was.

Him leading her inside with his arm around his shoulder was like an angel carrying her out of the darkness and into a welcoming warmth. Tanya kept shivering, but felt some strength return to her. She’d been in Nick’s basement before. It used to be his older brother’s man cave, so to speak, but Nick turned it into his cozy little refuge after her moved out. After what she’d left behind, it was just the haven she needed.

“Here, sit down,” said Nick as he guided her to the couch on the far side of the room. “I’ll get you some towels and a blanket.”

“Thank you,” Tanya said, hesitating to break their embrace.

“You need me to call my folks?” he offered. “They’re stuck working overtime at the hospital, but if I call my dad’s cell, I’m sure he can…”

“No!” she said quickly. “I…I don’t need a doctor. I just need…God, I don’t know what I need. But I want to be here right now…with you.”

She continued clinging to him, dirtying his clothes even more. Still, he did not push her away. He continued holding her, his warmth directly countering the cold anguish that had driven her out into the storm.

She could tell his first instinct was to call his parents. Unlike her family, their first instinct was to help one another rather than yell at one another. It was another strange concept to her that shouldn’t have been that way. Nick still didn’t hold it against her. He just cast her an understanding smile and nodded.

“Okay,” he told her. “If they show up, I’ll just tell them I needed your help with a history project.”

“And they’ll buy that?” Tanya said with a humored scoff.

“They know I’m a terrible liar,” Nick replied, “but they also know I only lie for the right reasons. I’d say this qualifies.”

Despite her wet clothes and steady shivering, she laughed. That was another thing about Nick she’d come to appreciate. Even when a situation was heavy, he found a way to balance it out. He didn’t ignore it or overreact. He stayed calm, collected, and measured. It was so different compared to everyone else in her family. It might have been Nick’s most attractive quality.

It helped settle her enough to finally break the embrace. Then, just as he’d promised, he slipped into the adjacent laundry room and retrieved some towels and blankets. He also turned off the movie he’d been watching, filling the basement with a welcomed calm.

“Peace and quiet…finally,” she said under her breath.

It was exactly what she needed, more so than the towels that Nick wrapped around her. That feeling of being in a quiet, peaceful house absent of hostility and yelling was nothing short of therapeutic. It was like a reminder that the way her parents confronted issues was not normal, nor was it the best way to deal with them. For once, her ears didn’t ring with the echoes of her parents’ shouting. It created a strange serenity that felt every bit as comforting as Nick’s embrace.

Nick, for his part, did nothing to disrupt it. As soon as she wrapped herself in a bath towel, he sat down next to her and slipped his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to share his body heat and rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t ask why she’d randomly showed up, nor did he make a big deal about barging in on him in a heap of distressed. He was just there for her.

They must have sat in silence for a good twenty minutes, giving her a chance to warm up and catch her breath. At some point, Tanya kicked her muddy shoes and socks off so she could warm her feet up, as well. Nick even helped, using one of the blankets to help dry them. He was doing everything possible to make her feel loved and welcome.

At some point, she had to give him an explanation. However, that meant venturing into uncharted territory in terms of relationships. Her rule about never sharing her family drama with others had to give. For comforting her in her darkest hour, Nick deserved as such.

“I can’t keep avoiding it, Nick,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “All the fighting, the yelling, the anger over everyone else’s mistakes…it’s like my entire family won’t stop until everyone’s voice gives out.”

“I’m…sorry you have to deal with that,” Nick replied. “You know, you don’t have to talk about these things if you don’t want to.”

“No, I should talk about them. I’ve been avoiding that too. Every friend I’ve had…every boy I’ve dated…I always try to shut out that part of my life. I don’t tell anyone how my parents’ marriage was built on anger, arguments, and shouting. I don’t tell anyone how my sisters used the same approach to deal with everything from youth soccer league to divorce court. I don’t even tell them how I’ve tried desperately to just disappear in my own house, wanting nothing more than the arguing to stop.”

“My God, Tanya.”

“I know! I’m such fucking wreck!” she cried. “I’m a pretty girl living in a nice house, but can’t deal with parents and siblings who fight over everything. Never mind it’s only gotten worse over the years. Never mind it’s tearing the family apart bit by bit…day by day…even when no one else wants to admit it.”

She almost broke down on the spot. She probably would have had Nick not been there to hold her closer, letting her lean into his warmth. Tanya ended up burying her face in his shoulder, trying and failing to hide her sobs. He still didn’t hold it against her. He just kept supporting her with that calm, caring demeanor that was the antithesis of her family melodrama.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” Nick told her softly.

“I don’t know how you can say that with a straight face,” she scoffed, still hiding her sobs.

“Too late. I just did.”

“And I just told you my family is a fucking shit storm and I can’t deal with it. I doubt you signed up for that when we started dating.”

“Tanya, that’s exactly what a guy signs up for when he starts dating someone. When their lover’s life is a mess, they try to be there for them. Now, I don’t know squat about your family’s issues. It’s not even my business. But you are my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“You’re a way better boyfriend than I deserve.”

“That doesn’t matter. The fact that you came here on this cold, stormy night proves something important to me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, now more curious than upset.

“Think about it,” he said to her in a more serious tone. “You’re upset, vulnerable, and lost. Finally, you decide to stop enduring it and escape it. And the first place you come to…the first person you confide in…it’s me. You say you don’t deserve a guy like me. Hell, I’m not sure I deserve a girl willing to bear her soul like that.”

Another heavy silence fell over the room. The weight of his words hung over Tanya like an echo, one that resonated more than any amount of yelling from her parents. Still resting her head on his shoulder, she dared to contemplate the implications.

She’d tried burying her problems.

She’d tried hiding them from others, including boyfriends.

She’d tried coping with all the strain on her own.

Ultimately, it didn’t work. It tore at her soul, bit by bit, until it became too much. In that overwhelming moment that drove her out into a raging storm, she ended up running into the arms of a young man who she’d kept at arm’s length. In doing so, she didn’t just find out how much she needed someone else’s support. She also learned that Nick really cared for her. He was willing to be there for her in her most vulnerable moments.

As she looked up from his shoulder, Tanya saw more than a boyfriend. In him, there was genuine love. It wasn’t the kind of teenage puppy love she’d experienced with other boys. It was something deeper. Being in his arms, despite the wet clothes and over-the-top hysterics, she knew that feeling was real.

In sensing it, a new wave of emotions came over her. Unlike before, she didn’t avoid them. Instead, she embraced them.

“Nick?” she said, now caressing his unshaven face.

“Yes, Tanya?” he said.

“I want you to do something for me…something I know I need right now.”

“Sure,” Nick said without hesitation. “What do you want me to do?”

She paused briefly. Then, in another act that further dirtied his clothes, she got onto his lap and straddled his hips. Still caressing his face, she watched his expression shift as a different mood filled the quiet basement.

“Make love to me,” Tanya said intently.

“Really? Are…are you sure?” Nick asked with a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Believe me. I’m sure,” he said, her tone leaving no room for ambiguity. “In my family, I’ve seen love expressed in all the wrong ways for all the wrong reasons. If there’s really love between us…real love and not the kind I just ran away from…I want to feel it.”

Her voice strained, trying to put such intimate desires into words. She almost broke down again, but the intensity and strength in Nick’s eyes helped her keep it together. He already had his hands on her hips, his body already reacting to her intimate touch. Beyond the extra tightness in his pants, though, she saw something else.

They might have been teenagers with a limited understanding of love. Just processing the emotions that drove her to him were too much. However, that didn’t make the feelings emerging between them any less real. Tanya had tried running from them and managing them. For once, she was going to embrace them. She just needed Nick to embrace them with her.

“You don’t have to run this time,” Nick said to her. “I want to feel it too.”

“Assuming it’s there,” she pointed out.

“Tanya, I think we know what’s there. We just have to tap into it.”

Those were wise words from a guy who barely passed algebra class last semester. What he lacked in math skills, though, he made up for with his lips. As she straddled his waist, he wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. Tanya eagerly accepted, ready to see where the blossoming feeling led them.

It started small, like a spark igniting a flame. While in his arms, they kissed with escalating passion, lips and tongues interacting with more energy than they had dared in all the time they’d been dating. They also began feeling each other up, hands roaming their upper bodies. At one point, she slipped her hand up his shirt to paw his chest. At another, he reached up hers and undid the clasp of her bra from behind. It showed that he was serious. He really was going to make love to her on a stormy night while her parents fought several blocks away.

“Nick,” she gasped, “I want this…need this…so much.”

Having convinced him of her desire, her boyfriend lifted her up in his arms. Their lips never parting, he laid her down on the shag carpet in front of the couch. He even managed to grab one of the blankets he’d brought for her and lay it under her. From there, he went to work removing her wet clothes.

There was something uniquely intimate about it, him stripping her of the muddied attire that the storm had done much to sully. The feeling of him taking off her wet shirt and removing her muddied jeans, leaving her in just a pair of panties, was akin to an angel removing a heavy burden. The way Nick touched her cold, clammy skin filled her with such warmth and not just the kind she felt between her legs. That warm, comforting feeling helped establish a deeper connection.

Following it in conjunction with her emerging desires, Tanya helped her boyfriend in getting out of his clothes as well. He made quick work of his pants while she pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. When he embraced her again, the exposed flesh of their upper bodies touched, unleashing between them a special kind of warmth.

Within that warmth, a heated make-out session followed, along with heavy foreplay. Now on her back, Tanya wrapped her arms and legs around her half-naked boyfriend, kissing and pawing his masculine sinews with desperate affection. He returned the favor, exploring her exposed upper body with those warm, loving hands in his. When they made contact with her breasts, she felt shivers of pleasure that turned the bitter cold she’d endured earlier into a passionate heat.

“So warm…so strong,” Tanya gasped in between the kissing and touching.

“Tayna…so beautiful,” Nick replied, his voice echoing with the burgeoning passion.

“Please, Nick…take me.”

The desperation in her tone meant stepping up the timetables of their intimacy. Tanya had some sexual experience. Some of those experiences included Nick. During those intimate moments, she often emphasized the foreplay more than the sex. Given how stressed out she often got, it took a while to get her into that state of intense arousal. In the moment unfolding before her, that was not the case.

She was very much aroused.

She was very much in need of her boyfriend’s love.

That need, however, went beyond a simple desire for satisfying adolescent hormones.

Nick must have sensed that because he ceased the fervent make-out session. For a moment, he just hovered over her, caressing her face and gazing at her with an intensity Tanya had never seen in a man. She’d seen plenty of boys admire her body, especially when half-naked. Nobody had ever looked at her with such intimate affection.

“I want this too, Tanya. God, I want this,” Nick said to her.

The implications of those words and the way in which he said them were profound. Tanya would’ve loved to contemplate at least part of it, but she and her lover had more pressing priorities.

After saying those words, he affectionately trailed his lips down her neck, steadily making his way over her breasts and core. As she took in the intimate sensations, he grasped the sides of her panties and removed them, exposing to him her moist womanhood. Shortly after, he removed his boxers, revealing that he’d worked up some intense arousal in the form of a fully-erect manhood.

Now fully naked, impassioned by forces more powerful than teenage hormones, they came together once more. Tanya spread her legs and welcomed him into another embrace. Nick eagerly accepted the invitation, laying on top of her and aligning his body with hers. That feeling of hard, masculine muscles pressing up against smooth feminine curves set the stage for their intimate act. It only required her lover to make that one, fateful move.

While gazing into her eyes, still bearing that distinct glint of deeper passion, Nick made that move. Lying on the floor, the rain still pouring outside with thunder echoing from the havens, he entered her.

“Ooh Nick!” Tanya cried out, her voice echoing over a booming chorus of thunder.

He was careful, like always. However, unlike the other times they’d had sex, Nick was intensely focused and it showed in the passionate sex that followed. When he began moving his body, turning intense desire into sensual rhythms, a steady flow of hot sensations followed.

The merging of their flesh was so seamless, as though his body had been uniquely forged to complement hers in every way. She felt it in the way her moist depths perfectly embraced his hardened member, stimulating nerves and evoking sensations that filled her with a wonderous kind of warmth. After running through a cold, stormy night, Tanya couldn’t imagine anything more soothing.

“Tanya…my love,” Nick said in his deepening daze.

“My love,” Tanya found herself repeating.

Those were heavy words, especially for a couple of teenagers having sex. That didn’t make them feel any less real. As Nick made love to her, skillfully thrusting his hips and working his body along hers, the extent of that feeling only grew. Rather than run from it, she embraced it with him.

Throwing her arms around his nick and hooking her arms around his waist, Tanya captured her boyfriend’s lips in another kiss. He eagerly returned the favor, not letting up the intimate rhythm of their sex in the slightest. In fact, he stepped up the pace, rocking her body with more fervor as the intimate feeling escalated.

Teenage hormones complemented the blossoming connection they’d forged, creating a perfect blend of lust and love. As their naked bodies moved together in perfect harmony, rolling around on the blanket as they kissed and touched without reservation, the line between the two disappeared.

It felt like something that had to happen.

It felt like a moment that fate or destiny had ordained.

Tanya had only known love that manifested in conflict, anger, and yelling. Now, she knew love in a different form and it felt so beautifully right.

“Nick! Oh Nick!” she moaned. “I love it! I…I love you!”

“Tanya…I love you too,” Nick said intently.

Between their words and their actions, Tanya didn’t see how love could possibly take a more powerful form. Flushed with energy and passion, they stepped up the intensity of their sex. Nick thrust into her faster while she raked her fingers down his back. Together, they rolled around on the floor atop the blanket, moments of playfulness finding their way into moments of passion.

It all built up towards a powerful culmination of sensations. However, the promise of a good orgasm was secondary, for once. What she and Nick created together had to be greater than that. Moreover, she wanted to share it with him. It was the only way to do justice to such a moment.

As part of that effort, she shifted their position. They finally stopped rolling around, their bodies settling into a new alignment. They were both upright, her legs hooked around his waist with his arms wrapped securely around hers. In such a state, she could gyrate her hips in accord with Nick’s movements. He also took full advantage of those muscular arms of his, supplementing each gyration with some added vigor.

With lightning still flashing outside, their naked bodies moved and danced together. It was strength supporting strength with passion fueling passion. The ultimate ecstasy was near. They just had to seize it.

“Close…I’m so close,” Tanya gasped as the feeling approached.

“Me too, Tanya. Just…a little bit more,” Nick said through determined grit.

“Together…let’s share it together.”

Their desires now every bit as aligned as their bodies, she and Nick made the final push. Harder and faster, their lovemaking intensified. Bit by bit, they approached that threshold, following the subtle cues of one another’s bodies to ensure they crossed it together. When they did, it was like diving off a cliff and into an ocean of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Tanya!”

In that fateful moment, no amount of thunder or heavy rain could drown out their cries. It wasn’t clear whether their climax was simultaneously, but it must have been close. Whatever the gap, Tanya embraced the feeling with her lover, sensing that profound connection she felt earlier blossom into something so much more.

Their sexual rhythm ceased. Under the weight of the sensations that followed, they clung go one another. She dug her nails into his shoulders while he grasped her hips. Her inner contracted while his manhood throbbed in accord with their blissful release, hot fluids mixing in a perfect manifestation of passion and desire. As she took in the feeling, Tanya locked eyes with her lover, matching the same intensity he’d shown her.

“Nick,” Tanya said, still breathless in her daze. “What you did for me…what we just…”

However, her ability to form words failed her. There was so much she wanted to tell him. She wanted so desperately to put the extent of what they’d done into words.

Before she could try, though, Nick just smiled and placed his finger over her lips. Still in his embrace, his expression told the story.

“It’s okay, Tanya,” he said to her in that calm, loving tone of his. “You don’t need to say it. I already know.”

That might have been the best thing he could’ve said. If Tanya had any doubts about being in love with Nicholas Rhodes, then they were long gone. When words became unnecessary and feelings became so clear, there was nothing left to doubt.

Without saying another word, she just smiled back and kissed him. That told him everything he needed to know, as well. Now exhausted, physically and emotionally, they each collapsed onto the floor together. Their bodies parting, Tanya laid down on top of him, soaking in his warmth and the intimate bond they’d just formed.

The rain kept pouring and the thunder kept roaring outside. It was loud, but peaceful. In her darkest hour, Tanya came to her boyfriend looking for shelter and comfort. He ended up giving her something far greater. It didn’t take any heated debate, either. On a stormy night full of so much commotion, Tanya and her lover proved that actions truly spoke louder than any amount of yelling.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Nerd Girl Edition

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I love comics, video games, and superhero movies. Two decades ago, I would’ve been labeled a nerd or a geek for admitting that out loud. Go back a few more decades and there wasn’t just a stigma to it. There was a full-blown moral panic that’s almost too absurd to put into words.

Then, superhero movies began making billions at the box office. Say what you will about the genre, and plenty have, but nothing makes that much money without having a wide appeal to a wide variety of people. Among those people are the sexy nerd girls and, having dated at least one in the past, they have a special place in my heart.

These days, girls who admit to liking the same things as boys is still somewhat taboo, but there was a time when it was downright surprising. There was this one girl in middle school I knew who loved all things Nintendo. She could talk for hours about Nintendo games and Nintendo characters. If you just saw a picture of her, you probably wouldn’t have guessed that as being her passion.

She was a fun girl to hang out with. I’ve met other girls like her. They carry themselves with a special kind of sex appeal that any nerdy guy can appreciate. They completely counter the idea that being nerdy means having no sex appeal. For that, they have a special place in my heart and are deserving of some Sexy Sunday Thoughts. Enjoy!


“Thinking things through may save lives, but acting on impulses creates them.”


“Having a lover enjoys rough sex also tends to reveal how out of shape you are.”


“Whoever first developed a spanking fetish must have had confused parents.”


“Broken hearts take an emotional toll, but broken condoms take a financial toll.”


“When you think about it, a refractory period is basically your genitals on low battery.”


“It’s very likely that ideas on why women fake orgasms led to the first conspiracy theories.”


“Practically speaking, whoever said variety was the spice of life was probably a slut.”


To all the sexy nerd girls out there who blend their sexiness with their nerdiness, I sincerely thank you. I know it’s not easy participating in these things that are primarily dominated by men, some of which are socially awkward. Trust me when I say that your presence makes things better.

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“Wall To Wall” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about unexpected reunions. Every now and then, it’s good to surprise your lover in an unexpected way. If done right, it can make for some of the sweetest, most romantic moments of your relationship. Hopefully, this story inspires other lovers out there to make that effort. Enjoy!

“Three months,” mused a restless, but excited Leslie Mayfield, “it’s been three whole months since I felt Rod’s loving touch.”

She’d been repeating that mantra since her plane landed an hour ago. Even though the flight had only been a couple hours, it might as well have been the longest trip of her life. Her time away from home and the man she loved had been strenuous, to say the least. Now, it was almost over and the cab driver couldn’t move fast enough.

Leslie fought the urge to yell at him, but it was already past midnight and Rod’s apartment wasn’t going anywhere. She just watched and waited anxiously, recounting how much distance and time had tested her relationship with her long-time love, Roddy Evans. So far, they’d passed with flying colors.

“Almost home,” Leslie said under her breath. “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wait just a few more minutes for me.”

It still sounded daunting. In many ways, it was. She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, having met in second grade when her family moved to the area. They started off as friends, but she knew she loved him before most girls got over their fear of cooties.

The romance that blossomed had been a passionate one. Since he lived only a couple blocks from her parents’ house, there was a lot of sneaking over and slipping into one another’s bedrooms. It happened so often during their senior year of high school that her mother gave up trying to stop her. Rod’s father even left a latter under his bedroom. The whole neighborhood knew how much they loved each other and they didn’t mind expressing it.

That was a big part of what made their first year of college so difficult. Leslie had gotten a scholarship to a prominent all-girls school in another state. She would’ve loved to go with Rod to the big state university that was less than an hour from their hometown, but the opportunity was too great. He was the one who ultimately convinced her to accept the scholarship, believing they could continue their romance over a distance.

She shared that belief. Despite seeing many female friends break up with boyfriends due to distance and direction, she and Rod fought to make it work. It hadn’t been easy. There were many lonely nights in cold beds, exchanging loving texts, some of which got very heated. Leslie didn’t realize how much a lack of sex would affect her until she went an entire month without making love to her boyfriend. Since then, it had been a test in patience and restraint.

“I hope you’re still awake,” Leslie said while anxiously shifting her legs. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain myself once I see you.”

She was getting wet just thinking about his touch. She almost regretted wearing clean panties. It was strange, but telling. She hadn’t been all that sexual growing up, especially compared to her free-spirited older sisters. However, after that fateful first time when she and Rod made love, it awakened a part of her that she didn’t know was there.

It might have just been a byproduct of being so in love with someone.

It might have been Rod’s knowledge of the female body, thanks to having a doctor for a father.

It might have just been the fact that she was hornier than most female college freshman.

Whatever the reason, a lack of sex had been one of the hardest parts of their long-distance relationship. Even the aid of a vibrator only did so much. She still needed to feel Ron’s body against hers. That was the only way that three months of desire could be satiated.

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver finally said. “Do you need help with your bags?”

“That’s okay. I’ve got it!” Leslie assured him.

She managed to stop thinking about Rod touching her body long enough to pay the driver and remove her bags from the trunk. She hadn’t packed much. She didn’t need much because Rod was taking her home for Thanksgiving in about a week. He didn’t know she’d finished classes early and flown out ahead of time. She hoped to surprise him, knowing he was a night owl, especially on Friday nights.

“I know you’re awake,” she said, staring up at the second-floor apartment located a block from his campus. “If you can see me from that window, I hope you’re as eager as I am.”

As the cab driver rode off, Leslie made her way to into the apartment building, moving with more urgency than she had when she booked an early flight. Her heart raced. Emotions ran higher. The touch she so desperately craved was almost within reach. The line between wanting Rod’s love and just wanting to have sex with him blurred.

Upon reaching the second floor, she practically ran down the hall towards the entrance of his apartment. The lights were on from the outside. He was definitely awake, probably doing some last-minute homework. She was prepared to bang on the door to get the attention.

Before she even reached it, though, it opened. At that moment, the man she loved and the touch she craved was no longer a feeling or a memory. He was real and standing before her wearing only black sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Oh my…Leslie?” he gasped in disbelief.

“Yep! It’s me, babe!” she said proudly. “I caught an early flight and paid extra for first class. I missed you that much.”

Rod was still in shock. He blinked a few times, as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She decided to convince him, tossing aside her bags and jumping up into his arms. As soon as he felt his loving warmth, she kissed him. If that didn’t convince him she was real, then nothing would.

“Leslie…it’s you. It’s really you!” Rod exclaimed upon tasting her lips. “I missed you! You have no idea how much I missed you!”

“Trust me,” Leslie said, “I know.”

She kissed him again to make her point. Again, it seemed to convince him. Once the shock wore off, he began kissing back. In fact, he kissed back hard, twirling his tongue with hers while deepening their embrace. Finally, the touch that they hadn’t felt for three long months was there for them to savor.

However, it wasn’t enough. Even in the late hour of the night, after a two-hour flight, that hot feeling between her legs didn’t wane. If anything, it intensified.

“Inside,” she said to him, breaking the kiss upon realizing they were still in the doorway.

“Right,” Rod said sheepishly.

Already short of breath, he led her into his mid-sized apartment. He even carried one of her bags, a reminder that distance hadn’t made him any less a gentleman. As soon as they were inside and he closed the door behind him, she looked around to see if they were alone.

The apartment was typical of off-campus college housing. It didn’t have much, aside from two bedrooms and a single bathroom. It wasn’t very neat, which Leslie expected. Rod had a lot of great qualities, but keeping a room clean wasn’t one of them. There was multiple empty pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen counter.

The mess didn’t bother her, though. If anything, it was a welcome change of pace from her uptight roommate, who got upset every time she didn’t fold her bed sheets. It was not unlike his room back home in which they’d shared plenty of passionate nights. Just seeing it was enough to keep her blood flowing in all the right directions.

“Please tell me your roommate is out tonight,” Leslie said intently as she took her coat off.

“It’s Friday night. You know Mike always spends Friday’s at his girlfriend’s place,” Rod pointed out, his voice quickly taking a playful undertone.

“Just making sure,” said Leslie, “because I’ve missed you so damn much these past three months. I don’t think I can go a second longer without your love.”

She didn’t bother finding a place for her bag, nor did she wait for Rod to sweet talk her, as he so often did in their private moments. Instead, Leslie opted to skip several steps by stripping down right there in the foyer, taking off her sweater and shirt in one motion while slipping out of her jeans with another.

Now in just her bra and panties, Rod’s eyes widened at the sight. It was as though he hadn’t even seen a half-naked woman in three months. For a man with an internet connection going to a state school, it revealed a lot about him. It affirmed that he had eyes only for her and he’d missed using them to admire her naked body.

“Whoa,” Rod said in a daze, “just when I thought it was going to be another lonely night with a bottle of lube.”

“We can still use that lube if you want,” she said seductively.

“Let’s…keep that optional for now. I just hope you’re not too jet lagged.”

“It was only a two-hour flight,” she chuckled. “I’m as alert as any horny woman can possibly be at this hour.”

“Good, because I just lost all interest in my biology report.”

He spoke with the intensity of a man who’d been forced to cap his libido for one too many lonely nights. Seeing her in her underwear was all it took to blow the lid off that cap. Leslie goaded him with her seductive gaze. He needed no further incentive.

Like a man possessed with passion, he threw his arms around her and kissed her again. That sweet feeling of his hands making contact with the bare skin of her back and thighs triggered a fresh firestorm of sensations that Leslie hadn’t felt in too long. It firmly established that there would be no catching up or small talk. She and Rod were going to make love. Moreover, they were going to make up for lost time.

“The bedroom,” was all he got out in between the swirling lips.

“Lead the way!” Leslie purred.

With a strength befitting of his stature, Rod cupped her butt with both hands and lifted her up off the floor. Instinctively, she threw her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders so he could carry her down the hall and into his bedroom. He must have been working out because he practically sprinted to the end of the hall.

As soon as they entered the messy bedroom, she went to work tearing off his clothes. His shirt was the first to go. The sweatpants quickly followed, along with his boxers. He was already semi-hard, his dick looking every bit as happy to see her.

“Ooh! Looks like some parts of you missed me more than others,” Leslie teased.

“Says the woman with noticeably wet panties,” he quipped.

They laughed and kissed some more, quickly making their way to the unmade bed that was still covered in dirty laundry. It was only a few feet away, but still ended up being too far. As soon as he shut the door, he set her down so, freeing his hands to remove her bra.

As soon as her breasts came tumbling out, he attacked them with his lips and hands, evoking the kind of deep moans that Leslie hadn’t made since their senior prom. While he reacquainted himself with her breasts, she slipped out of her panties, leaving her as naked as him.

“Mmm…that’s better,” Leslie said upon kicking off her panties, “naked and alone with my boyfriend on a Friday night.”

“Hearing you say it out loud still sounds like a dream…a very sexy dream,” Rod said, both hands still on her breasts.

“Then, I guess you better make love to me before you wake up.”

What happened next was a testament to how horny two lovers could be after three months apart. She and Rod kissed again, diving deep into a naked embrace, her exposed skin pressing up against his manly sinews. Almost immediately, hands wildly roamed. Hers navigated the sinews of his back, shoulders, and arms. His found their way to her hips, butt, and inner thighs. At one point, his fingers grazed the outer folds of her pussy. That dispensed any further need for foreplay.

After three months of exchanging love only through words and pictures, they needed something more overt. That meant having sex with the passion of two lovers denied. It also meant they didn’t even make it to the bed.

“Rod…I’m so hot for you,” she gasped. “Please, do me!”

Her lover responded with actions rather than words, turning her around and pinning her up against the wall next to the door. There was nothing subtle about the nature of their passion. There was an appropriate time for elaborate romance and games. It was definitely not that time.

“I missed this amazing ass,” said Rod, giving her butt a light swat as he positioned himself behind her, “almost as much as your pussy.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Leslie beckoned. “Another three months of celibacy?”

“Fuck no!”

Drunk on lust and full of pent-up arousal, he grabbed hold of her waist with one hand and guided his member to her wet entrance with the other. She could already feel how hard and erect he was, his manhood practically aching for her intimate depth. In the past, she and Rod liked to tease each other, really drawing out the foreplay. Then again, in the past they hadn’t gone months on end without sex.

With a hard grunt in a firm thrust, her lover entered her depths with his throbbing member. At last, their flesh was united once more. It had been so long, but worth the wait.

“Oohhh Rod!” Leslie cried out. “This…need this…so bad!”

“You and me both…my love,” he whispered into her ear.

That deep, masculine voice of his sent her deeper into a daze of lust. She pressed harder against the wall, elevating her right leg slightly so that Rod could get in as deep as he needed and at just the right angle. From there, an outpouring of sexual energy ensued.

Like a man possessed – or a man who just hadn’t been laid for too long – Rod pumped his cock into her throbbing folds, his hardened flesh sliding and slithering within her moist depths. Their naked bodies moved and clashed together, hot skin rubbing against hot skin after months of relying on old memories of loving touch. It was passion and ecstasy at its most pure.

It felt so good. Leslie hadn’t felt sex that good since her last birthday when Rod took her to her parents’ beach house. He hadn’t forgotten how she liked to be fucked. He remembered how to fondle her clit while humping her from behind. He also remembered she loved when he nibbled on her neck. When he held up her leg and pushed her up against the wall even harder, so much so her breasts mashed against the cold masonry, it was enough to send her to the brink of orgasm.

“Ooh fuck! Rod, I…I’m coming!” Leslie cried out.

“Already? Good!” he said with a grunt and a grin.

It wasn’t the fastest she’d ever achieved orgasm during sex, but it was close. When the feeling struck, it was like an old dam finally bursting, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that crashed over her from head to toe.

It was incredible. She raked her nails down the wall, arching her back and gasping for air as her inner muscles contracted in accord with her release. Her vibrator might have given her plenty of orgasms over the past few months, but none made her feel so loved and fulfilled. Only Rod could do that.

To show her love and appreciation, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss, which helped steady the pace of their loving, albeit temporarily.

“Rod,” she whispered to him, “keep going.”

He got the message, fleshing her a playful grin. Still possessed with desire and very much in need of his own release, he briefly withdrew his cock from her so he could turn her around and pin her up against the wall once more. As soon as she felt the cold painted brick against her back, he lifted her up in his arms, hitched them over his elbows, and entered her still-throbbing pussy.

From there, the sex resumed. He was more urgent than before, grunting and thrusting with determined grit, his expression awash in bliss and passion. She clung to his shoulders, encouraging him with her loving gaze and occasionally kissing down his unshaven face, as if to guide him to his own taste of ecstasy.

“Go on, my love,” Leslie told him in her most seductive voice. “Get yours!”

“Oohhh Leslie!” he exclaimed.

That must have been the trigger he needed. After a few more cycles of heated thrusting, her lover crossed that magical threshold. She felt his member tense as his entire body shuddered under the weight of his release. She smiled and caressed his face as he released his manly juices up into her depths, clinging to him as he soaked in the ecstasy with her.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing her lover so impassioned and satisfied. He was already breathing heavily, but it couldn’t just be from the rigors of sex. He was an athlete who could run a couple miles without breaking a sweat. Making love to her after a month of having no intimate contact required a special level of exertion.

“I love you,” Rod said through his orgasmic daze.

“I love you too,” she told him.

“Not being with you…was so hard.”

“I know,” Leslie said, “but I’m here now.”

She kissed him again, the outburst of lust briefly giving way to more tender sentiments. It gave their bodies and hearts a chance to settle. Rod finally loosened his grip, withdrawing from her and letting her stand on her own two feet again. She still needed to lean on him and the wall for leverage. Her lower body was still reeling from their sex, albeit in the best possible way.

They lingered in each other’s arms, just kissing and holding one another, enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies. However, Leslie didn’t get the sense that her lover was tired, let alone satisfied. She certainly wasn’t inclined to sleep and not just because she took a nap during her flight.

“You’re here. You’re really here,” he said after their lips finally parted.

“Do you really need more convincing?” Leslie said, dazed and half-jokingly.

“No. I just never realized how hard it would be…us being apart for so long,” Rod said in a more serious tone.

“Three months wasn’t that long.”

“Maybe so,” he said, “but it sure felt like it.”

“Never said it didn’t.”

They kissed again, letting their naked bodies enmesh once more. Her legs remained weak, but she managed to stay upright. The bed was looking more and more inviting, but the way Rod touched her hinted he had more strength to spare. The feeling of his semi-hard cock pressing up against her thigh hinted at something other than strength.

“Mmm…how are you still hard?” Leslie asked, still holding onto his shoulders.

“I missed you,” he said with a half-grin.

“That’s a half-answer, Rod.”

“You want me to give you the other half? Or do you want to make love again?”

“Well, we do have a lot of catching up to do so…”

She let her words trail off into a seductive fade. At the same time, she slipped a hand down to his member and stroked it, keeping it hard and communicating her want for more sex. Parts of her body were still reeling, but her desires overshadowed any reticence she might have felt.

“Between now and my class tomorrow…we’ve got time!” said Rod.

“Then, let’s use it, my love.”

Seizing the moment, showing her impassioned side as well, Leslie summoned more strength and took charge. She kissed her lover again, still stroking his cock and guiding him towards his bed. However, they missed again. She ended up pinning him against the other wall next to his dresser, right next to where he kept a stack of textbooks. Rather than navigate the mess, she made use of it.

“I missed a lot of things in college,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “The taste of your cock was one of them.”

Needing no further details, Rod leaned back against the wall, just as she’d done moments ago, and watched as she dropped to her knees. Then, while looking up at him with her seductive gaze, she hungrily engulfed his cock with her lips and tongue.

It tasted every bit as good as she’d remembered, his throbbing male flesh in her mouth. Still bathing in the afterglow of her first orgasm with Rod in months, Leslie proceeded to give him the most thorough oral sex she’d ever attempted. After his first release, he was somewhat sensitive, but that didn’t stop her from pleasing her lover, as only she could.

“Oohhh Leslie!” he gasped, grabbing onto her head as it bobbed back and forth along his length. “I missed your amazing blowjobs, too!”

Encouraged, Leslie shot him more seductive gases as she sucked and slurped along his length, rebuilding his arousal and getting him fully erect. Along the way, she fondled her still-moist pussy with her hand. She and Rod were no stranger to extensive act lovemaking. They’d learned early on that they had more stamina than most, going multiple rounds and exploring multiple acts. At that moment, they needed all the sexual endurance they could muster.

“Mmm! Ready to go again?” Leslie asked after giving his shaft a thorough lick.

“I’m ready!” Rod said intently. “And we’re not stopping until I’ve pinned up against every wall!”

“Every wall? Is that your thing now?”

“When I’m through with you…it just might be!”

Leslie wasn’t sure where that was coming from. Rod had always been more adventurous than her when it came to expanding their sex life. He wasn’t one to just curl up in bed in a darkened room. He liked to push the sexual envelope. More often than not, it made for better sex and deeper intimacy. Having not had any of that for months, Leslie didn’t complain.

Drawing on the energy and passion she’d built up for their overdue reunion, she returned to her feet and re-entered her lover’s arms. He took it from there, crashing his lips against hers again and leading her to the adjacent wall next to his closet. Just as before, he pinned her up against the hard surface, lifting her leg and angling his pelvis perfectly with hers. With another hard thrust and a firm hold on her thighs, he entered her again. The next round of their wall-to-wall lovemaking had begun.

“Ooh Rod! I love it! Ooh I fucking love it!” Leslie moaned.

“I thought you would,” he grinned before grasping her breasts and kissing her.

It wasn’t as desperate or urgent as before. Their sex took on a steadier rhythm, but it was still plenty heated. He worked his hips with just the right fervor, pumping his manhood into her depths and stimulating her most intimate areas every step of the way. He was also more tender with his kissing and more affectionate with his touching, caressing her breasts and cupping her face.

They went at it in that position, testing both their stamina and their balance. It took a bit longer than before to get to the brink of orgasm, but she still got there, thanks to her lover’s dedication. When she came again, Leslie made it a point to rake her nails down his back, leaving the kinds of marks she hoped would turn their overdue reunion into a fond, sexy memory.

“Rod…my love,” she said in her orgasmic daze. “More! Give me more!”

Her lover replied with a grunt and a grin, kissing her neck and letting her moan through the rest of her orgasm. With her body still reeling, he lifted her up in his arms again and carried her over to the last wall that hadn’t supported their naked bodies.

As it just so happened, his desk was located along that wall. Rod took full advantage of it, setting her down atop it with her back leaned up against it. That worked out perfectly. Her legs were weak from multiple orgasms and from so much exertion. She was all too eager to rest her butt on the desk, hook her legs around his waist, and let her lover have at it.

He certainly did so and with even more vigor than before. Without having to support her body in his arms, he was free to channel his remaining strength into his humping. That ultimately benefited the both of them.

As she held onto the desk, Leslie locked her eyes with that of her lover, encouraging him with her gaze. She watched as he became more determined, holding onto her waist and hammering away with his hips, working his member within her still-throbbing depths. He rocked her body harder with each motion, making her breasts bounce along the way, a sight he always admired.

He kept pushing himself and she kept matching him, thrust for thrust. It wasn’t just an act of love or lust. She and Rod had dealt with distance and loneliness. It was still new to them, going extended periods without their loving touch. It could’ve strained or even broken their love. Instead, it just made it stronger when they finally got a chance to reunite.

“So much!” Rod gasped with increasing desperation. “Missed you…so much!”

“Me too, Rod. Me too,” Leslie said to him, caressing his face with both hands.

Her loving gaze and sweet touch helped balance the lurid undulations of their naked bodies. It also helped guide Rod to another peak. She could sense he was close. She was close again too. She didn’t need another sexual release to remind herself how much she’d loved and missed her boyfriend. It was still a welcome and refreshing feeling.

“Leslie…I’m close!” he said through labored movements.

“So am I, my love,” Leslie said.

They clung to one another harder, his nails digging into her naked skin while she held onto his face. It took just a few more thrusts to get her to that special plateau again. She made sure he joined her, digging her feet into his lower back and tensing her inner muscles to help unleash that magical wave of bliss.

“Oohhh Rod!”

“Ohhh Leslie!”

It was a sweet, sensuous culmination. Once again, Leslie curled her toes and arched her body in accord with the surges of pleasure that followed. Rod did the same, letting out a deep moan as he achieved his release, another round of his manly fluids mixing in with her feminine juices.

Their shared orgasm marked the last wall in Rod’s undersized bedroom. He’d done what he promised to do, making love to her against every wall. In the process, they’d vented all the pent-up longing and desire. Distance and time had created new obstacles for their love. However, it also gave them a new appreciation for wall-to-wall lovemaking.

“So…is this what we’re going to do from now on?” asked Leslie, still panting heavily. “Make love from wall-to-wall…after being apart for months on end?”

“It…could be,” said Rod, clinging to her waist and pulling her closer. “It would make the wait…easier.”

“And more worthwhile,” she added.

“That too,” he said. “When you miss someone that much…you find new ways to show how much you love them.”

“And fuck them, for that matter,” she said with a chuckle.

“That too!”

They both laughed before sharing another kiss. At some point, their naked bodies finally parted and they made their way to the bed for some much needed rest. After three long months, neither she nor Rod had to endure another lonely night. They could fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling each other’s loving warmth.

It felt like the end of a journey. Their love had been tested. For the first time in their young lives, they had to live apart from one another, hoping distance and the college experience didn’t push them apart. Leslie liked to think they had passed with flying colors. If absence really was supposed to make the heart grow fonder, then she and Rod were living proof of it.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Perfect Marriage Proposal Edition

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A marriage proposal usually the climatic moment of a blossoming romance. It’s the core ingredient for a happy ending in a fairy tale. It’s also glorified, commercialized, and idealized in the minds of romantics and marketing executives who sell diamond rings. That doesn’t take away from its romantic essence.

Now, I’m not married yet. I’m currently single and have been for quite a while now. However, I recently had a close family member of mine get engaged in a way that triggered every one of my romantic sentiments. It was beautiful. I saw the pictures and recounted the moment. I’m not going to lie. I almost overdosed on feels and joy.

Out of respect for my family’s privacy, I won’t share too many personal details. I just know that any close family member who reads this knows who I’m referring to. That proposal is a big deal for our family. For the next several months, we’ll be planning a wedding for the ages and I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about it along the way.

In the meantime, I’d like to dedicate this week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to the apex of romantic gestures. It takes a lot of love, desire, and dedication to propose to someone. It reflects a level of love and commitment that goes beyond basic attraction. Love like that is worth celebrating. It starts with a proposal, but ends with something greater. That inspires more than just sexy thoughts.


“No matter how sexy you are, an adorable pet will always get more foreplay in the long run.”


“A blind date was very likely the first form of gambling and good sex was the first true jackpot.”


“Impressing a woman won’t always turn her on, but it will often guide her towards sexier thoughts.”


“The primary difference between a mistress and a prostitute is mistresses make long-term investments in lieu short-term benefits.”


“For rich people, a prenuptial agreement is tantamount to illicit orgasm insurance.”


“BDSM is the only form of micromanagement that leads to orgasms.”


“If you believe in fate, then can any orgasm ever be premature?”


For those lucky enough to have witnessed or taken part in a marriage proposal, I hope this inspired some fond memories. I hope I can one day have a chance to propose to someone, as well. Until then, I have plenty of eventful moments to look forward to. My family couldn’t be more excited. I share in that excitement and I hope it inspires more than just sexy thoughts in the long run.

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“My Robot Boyfriend” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring Sex Robots)

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The following is  another sexy short story featuring a sex robot. I came up with this one shortly after completing “My First Sex Robot,” which got such a great response. This story has some different themes, but I think those themes are both relevant and sexy.

Again, if you want to see more stories about sex robots, please let me know. Post your feedback in the comments section. If you have suggestions or ideas you’d like to share, please let me know. I’d be happy to flesh them out with you. Hopefully, this one inspires some new ideas, among other things. Enjoy!

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Don’t let anyone derail it.”

Those were the serious, yet sincere words of Kelia Aden’s mother. She’d first heard them in junior high. It came shortly after she brought home her another straight-A report card and a letter from her guidance counselor saying that she was gifted. More than one teacher had told her that she had a great chance of getting into an Ivy League university if she maintained her current path.

It was a challenge, but Kelia always rose to the occasion. Even as she progressed into high school, getting top grades and high test scores, her mother kept belaboring that fateful message. At first, she thought she was just being an obsessive parent. Then, she suspected there might have been other motivations. That became obvious whenever cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends saw her.

“Kelia is growing into quite the babe,” they would often say. “Pretty soon, she’ll be beating the boys back with a stick.”

Kelia often took that as a compliment. Even her two older sisters, Rachel and Sarina, had told her that more than a few boys had asked about her. Her standard response was to just smile and tell them she didn’t have time for relationships. She was too focused on school, extracurricular activities, and charting her future.

Her mother, however, treated it as a more serious issue. She even cringed at times whenever someone pointed out how attractive her youngest daughter had become. Kelia understood her concerns to some extent. She had promising future. Any caring parent would be concerned about protecting their child’s future. Even if she was overbearing at times, Kelia never doubted that her mother’s heart was in the right place.

At the moment, however, Kelia questioned the extent of her mother’s concerns. Whether out of love, concern, or something else entirely, her mother’s efforts to safeguard her future just manifested in an extreme way.

“Good evening, Kelia Aden. My name is John Bliss. I am your new robot boyfriend. Your mother, Carla, has instructed me to greet you.”

Kelia stood frozen in place. She’d just entered her bedroom, having returned from a college tutoring session at the local library. It was late on a Thursday night and her mother was working late, which wasn’t unusual. That made seeing a tall, handsome, half-naked man standing next to her bed very jarring.

She was in such a state of shock that she lingered in the doorway for a good two minutes, blinking several times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Near as she could tell, it was real. There was a man standing in her bedroom and that man claimed to be a robot.

“Is everything okay?” asked robot who’d identified himself as John Bliss. “Are you in a state of distress?”

“No, I uh…just need a minute here,” Kelia said. “Did I hear that right? You’re a robot boyfriend?”

“Yes, I can confirm those words,” John replied in a robotic, yet human-sounding voice, “although I am also classified as a sex robot, a lover bot, and a robot companion. Robot boyfriend is simply the designation your mother chose.”

“I want to say that’s crazy, but I can totally see my mother doing that.”

It began sinking in. Her mother bought her a sex robot. Apparently, she’d put a great deal of thought into it. As Kelia processed the situation, she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She also made sure it was locked on the off chance that this was even crazier than it looked.

As she approached John Bliss, she took note of his appearance. If he really was a sex robot, then he was the most advanced she’d ever seen. His stature, build, and appearance were very realistic. His skin, eyes, lips, hair, and muscles looked so human. If he stood next to her on a street corner, she doubted anyone would surmise he was a robot.

Kelia knew robots existed. She even knew that sex robots were just starting to emerge. She’d seen stories about them in the news and online. The models she saw were mostly female and while some looked more human than others, none could pass for the real thing. John Bliss must have been the most advanced model.

Once Kelia got close enough, she reached out to touch his arms and chest. It felt just as real as it looked. While John Bliss didn’t react much to her touching, he did smile. It sparked her curiosity, but it also raised plenty of questions.

“What the hell have you done, Mom?” Kelia wondered out loud.

“Her intentions are good. That, I can also confirm,” John replied.

“I’m sure she programmed you to say that too,” she said while touching his chest and arms.

“I assure you she didn’t. That assessment is my own doing. As an advanced companion model with human-level AI, I am as capable of rendering complex judgements as I am forming emotional bonds with my user.”

“Those are impressive capabilities…so impressive, I didn’t know they were possible.”

“In the current market for robot companions, they aren’t,” said John. “I am a model that will not ship for another two years. However, your mother is a valued employee at TrueTech Robotics. She was made aware of my capabilities earlier this year. She made it a point to obtain me as part of the final test. She even participated in my configuration.”

“That, I don’t doubt.”

Kelia blushed somewhat. Even as John spoke, she kept exploring his upper body. Robot or not, it – or he, as his configurations so effectively conveyed – had all the necessary traits to make him quite attractive to a healthy teenage girl. He wasn’t overly handsome like a famous celebrity. He wasn’t some male model, either. He had the poise, muscle mass, and complexion of an athlete. He looked like he could’ve played for her school’s basketball team. By most beauty standards, he was an attractive young man.

It was like John had been crafted with her in mind. Knowing her mother, she’d gone over her favorite movies, music, and books to determine every masculine trait that she found appealing. It might have been an extreme act of parental scrutiny, but she couldn’t argue with results.

It also helped that he only wore a pair of white briefs. The rest of his body was completely exposed to her. His arms, chest, torso, and legs conveyed an aura of masculine strength and sex appeal. If the slight bulge in the briefs were any indication, those configurations extended to other aspects of male anatomy.

“The reasons for your mother’s go beyond companionship,” John continued. “She and my designers made me aware of your situation.”

“My…situation?” Kelia asked.

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Your mother doesn’t want anything to derail it. I’m here to help with that.”

Kelia stopped touching the robot figure and looked him in the eye. Him saying those words – the same words her mother had told her, no less – further affirmed that her mother played an active part in this. The novelty of having a robot in the form of an attractive, half-naked man in her room became secondary. Even that idea paled in comparison to the motivations of her mother.

“You’re also very beautiful,” John said, reaching out and caressing her face with his hand. “Your mother made me aware of that too. Based on my subjective analysis, she did not do justice to your beauty.”

“Thanks…I think,” Kelia said, smiling awkwardly.

“I’m certain more than one boy has noticed your beauty. A few might have even asked you out on a date. As you make your way through high school and university, there is a high probability that you’ll receive more inquiries. Beautiful women have a tendency to attract significant intention from heterosexual men.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she said, recounting more than a few colorful conversations with interested men.

“And while you’ve managed to avoid such distractions, your mother acknowledges that you are a young, heterosexual woman with natural inclinations for male companionship. She even accepts that you occasionally have desires, including those of a sexual nature.”

That made her blush even more. Kelia’s mother was less subtle than most when it came to sexual issues. She’d taught her about sex years before their school got around to it. Some of that might have been because her older sisters weren’t well-informed during their teenage years, but that didn’t make it less awkward. She just hoped her mother hadn’t told John why she took extra-long showers on weekends.

“Of course, it involves sex,” Kelia muttered.

“It is a rather important component,” John continued. “Both your sisters had promise. One ended up pregnant in college, which forced her to drop out. The other found herself in several unhealthy relationships that derailed her once-promising career in marketing.”

“I assume she told you about my father, too,” she said dryly, “better known as the secretive pussy hound who focused too much on his mistresses and not enough on his law career.”

“Given the sensitive nature of that topic, I’ll skip over it. The choices of your sisters and father are in the past. They cannot be undone. You, however, have much more potential than they ever did. Your mother encouraged you to not let anything distract you from realizing that potential. I’m here to present a more tangible incentive.”

There was a distinct innuendo within his tone. It was the kind of lurid subtext she didn’t often hear outside a high school locker room. That innuendo became less subtle when John casually removed his underwear, revealing a set of male genitals that must have been designed with horny women in mind.

It was big, but not overly bit. It didn’t look like the kind of endowment that only existed in porn or novels. At the same time, it was perfectly shaped and proportioned to John’s stature. By any measure, it looked like a real penis. The healthy, heterosexual woman in Kelia couldn’t help but admire it. It effectively completed the perfect masculine figure standing before her.

“Whoa,” said Kelia, covering her mouth to temper her reaction.

“As you can see, my systems include a fully-functional,” John said, as though he was describing a new appliance. “The shape, length, girth, and texture was designed to offer maximum appeal to a female user. It has inner working similar to those of a standard male penis, but the engineers at TrueTech Robotic made it a point to optimize its function far beyond that.

“Yeah…I see,” she said. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you mean by optimized.”

“You don’t have to ask. I can easily show you.”

Before she could make another comment, his demeanor shifted and that perfectly crafted penis shifted with it. With speed and efficiency that defied male biology, he became fully erect. There was no touching or stimulation involved. It was like flipping a light switch. One second, it was completely flaccid. The next, it was completely hard.

Having been shocked and surprised in so many ways since entering her room, Kelia just smiled and shook her head in amazement. It wasn’t just sinking in. She was starting to accept it. She had a robot boyfriend and he’d come equipped with a working dick.

“Okay. I’m done being shocked. That’s impressive!” Kelia said.

“Thank you,” John said with a polite nod. “The optimizations go beyond basic male arousal. As I am not bound by the limits of male anatomy, my penis can remain fully erect indefinitely. It can provide sexual stimulation for as long as you desire. It even has a vibration function to further enhance intercourse. I can show you that too if you wish.”

“No. That’s okay,” Kelia said, putting her hand up to stop another demonstration. “I’ll take your word for it. You’re a robot boyfriend equipped for unlimited sex. I get the message.”

“Then, I suppose the only item left to address is for you, Kalia. As required by both my programming and TrueTech regulations, I require your affirmative consent prior to carrying out my role. Please note that denial will neither offend nor disappoint me. If you do not wish to have me as your robot boyfriend, I will simply deactivate and submit a retrieval order to TrueTech. I can be gone as early as tomorrow morning.”

“Deactivate? That sounds unpleasant,” she pointed out.

“It is no less strenuous than putting a computer into sleep mode. I am capable of forming intimate, emotional bonds with humans, but I am still a robot. My desires and my purpose are intertwined. Affirm my role and I will pursue it to the utmost. I will support you, aid you, and form a loving bond with you as you navigate your promising future. However, I can only do this if you grant me that honor.”

It was a strange, if not unprecedented, situation for Kelia. She faced a choice, as well as an opportunity. Moreover, she had to make a decision while standing in front of a naked man with a throbbing erection.

On many levels – too many, if she were being honest – she understood her mother’s reasoning for doing this. She’d seen her two oldest daughters miss out on promising futures because of their personal lives. Her estranged father was also testament to how passions and lust could undermine someone’s future. With John Bliss, Kelia might have the best possible alternative to utter solitude and total celibacy.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to derail her future.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to knock her up, cheat on her, or work against her.

A robot boyfriend would, for all intents and purposes, give her the best possible companionship, both emotionally and intimately.

The idea of having a loyal companion through the many challenges she faced had plenty of appeal. Essentially, she wouldn’t have to worry about her personal life. It was a luxury no promising teenage girl had ever enjoyed before. Her mother might have had other reasons. At some point, Kelia planned to have a long, awkward talk with her. For the moment, however, she had a choice to make.

She was silent for a good minute or so. Still standing close to John, she reached out and touched his chest. She also found herself glancing down at his penis, which remained erect. In his stature, she saw a robot encased in attractive male flesh. In his eyes, however, she saw something more. That made her decision clear.

“John Bliss,” she said to him, her voice taking on a serious undertone. “The promising future my mom wants for me…I want it too. I also don’t want to isolate myself just to get it. I’m only human. I have wants…needs…passions.”

“I understand that. I cannot do anything to help you until I have your verbal affirmation,” John said, his tone sounding uniquely emotional, especially for a robot.

“Then, yes. Consider this my overt, unambiguous affirmation,” Kelia said strongly. “I want you to be my robot boyfriend. I want you go help me realize those feelings. And, in the interest of sharing those feelings, I’d like to test your ability to help.”

Kelia surprised herself by how sensual her voice became. It reminded her that, as focused as she was on her studies, she still had the same desires as any healthy teenage girl. She now had an opportunity to sate those desires in ways other than taking long showers.

Seizing upon the opportunity, she stepped back from John and took off her clothes. She was somewhat nervous. She blushed again as she took off her shirt, removed her pants, and undid her bra. While she wasn’t overly shy when getting undressed, she’d never gotten undressed in front of a naked man, especially in her bedroom.

John Bliss, whether by programming or some deeper emotional connection, reacted as well as anyone could ask of a good boyfriend. He smiled upon seeing her naked form. She felt him scrutinize her feminine features, paying close attention to her breasts, hips, butt, and genitals. She couldn’t tell if he was admiring her or scanning her as part of some robot interface. Whatever his reasons, Kelia appreciated his reaction.

“I believe I can accommodate such a test,” John said as he took a step closer. “And I must say, Kelia…your body is even more beautiful than my data files described.”

“I’m sure that’s just my mother’s input talking,” Kelia said with a humored grin.

“At this point, my activation protocols are complete. From here on out, my words and conduct are a product of my conscious desires.”

“A robot with desires and a raging boner,” Kelia said, noting his still-erect penis that was already pressing against her. “I don’t know if that’s a first, but I admit I’m very curious right now.”

“Then, by all means, Kelia…feed your curiosity.”

It was official. Kelia had a robot boyfriend and he knew how to use sexual innuendo. If her growing arousal were any indication, he used it very well.

Following her curiosity, she drew John Bliss into an intimate embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist. Natural human flesh made contact with unnatural synthetic flesh. It still felt very good. As far as her escalating desires were concerned, she couldn’t tell the difference.

She started touching and pawing his masculine flesh. He did the same, feeling up her hips, butt, torso, and breasts. His hands were so soft and smooth. His skin was so warm and firm. John Bliss exuded an aura of refined masculinity. Even if he was a robot, made for the specific purpose of evoking such feelings in horny women, it still ignited her desires.

“John,” she said while gazing into his robotic eyes.

“Yes, Kelia?” he replied.

“Kiss me.”

He smiled warmly before complying with her request. With one hand on her waist, he cupped her chin and drew her into a soft kiss. Again, synthetic flesh met with human flesh. Unlike before, it didn’t just feel indistinguishable from another person. It felt better.

John was so affectionate and tender, savoring the taste of her lips before working in a little tongue. Kelia hadn’t kissed many boys before. The last one she kissed was at a middle school Sadie Hawkins dance and the boy she shared it with had been somewhat sloppy. John must have had a detailed program on how to properly kiss a woman because Kelia loved every second of it.

“You’re a good kisser,” she told him.

“If I am to be your robot boyfriend, I certainly should be,” John said, still smiling.

He kissed her again. This time, it escalated into full-blown foreplay.

As their tongues twirled, she hungrily traced her fingers around his manly sinews. He grew bolder with his touching, squeezing her butt and fondling her breasts. His erect penis kept pressing up against her as well. It helped intensify her arousal, but it heightened her curiosity even more.

“Let’s take this to the bed,” Kelia said after their lips parted.

“Of course,” said John Bliss. “Do you have any preferences for how you like to be sexually pleased?”

She laughed and blushed somewhat. He sounded more like a cross between a computer prompt and a mannerly boyfriend. It was an odd way to go about sexual intimacy, but very appropriate for a robot boyfriend.

“My sexual experience is…limited,” Kelia admitted. “You said you have in depth knowledge of female anatomy, didn’t you?”

“Indeed, I do,” John replied. “I also have data specific to your body and psychological profile. So, if necessary, I can surmise a means for optimal sexual satisfaction.”

“I’d love to know where you got that information, but I’m too horny to care right now.”

She latched onto her robot boyfriend’s arm, feeling more playful than she had in a long time. She led him to her bed where she pulled back the covers and guided him into another intimate embrace. Having such little sexual experience, she didn’t have much to go on. She had an idea for how she wanted to pursue quality, satisfying lovemaking. She just didn’t know how to go about it.

Traditionally, girls like her had to stumble around in the dark with boyfriends or hook-ups. For all Kelia knew, she was the first woman in history to have a robot boyfriend help maximize her emerging sex life.

“Here’s how I want to do this, John,” Kelia said, now sitting on the side of her bed. “I’m going to lie down on my back. Then, I want you to get in top of me, use whatever advanced systems you’ve got, and do what you determine works best. I trust your systems, as well as your judgement.”

“That’s quite a bit of trust to put in anyone, even if they are a robot,” John said to her.

“I know,” she admitted, “but if you’re going to be my robot boyfriend, then we’ll need that trust. Let’s start that now!”

Kelia drew John onto her bed. He eagerly followed, his eyes never diverting from hers. She saw an intensity in his gaze that seemed more than robotic. It further confirmed that he’d been programmed to form emotional bonds with his users. She could already see hints that he was forming one with her.

The depths of that bond remained in question. As she laid down on her bed, her naked body on full display to him, she awaited the next phase of this unprecedented journey. She’d just placed her trust in a robot programmed to be the perfect boyfriend. There was no telling where that could lead.

“I will honor and preserve your trust, Kelia,” John said.

“Is that a promise?” she asked with a seductive grin.

“It is more than that,” he said. “As a robot, it is my purpose. But an artificial intelligence with human emotions, it is my greatest desire.”

There was nothing robotic about his voice. Kelia could hear the sheer desire in his words. There was more desire in John’s voice than she’d heard in any man she’d ever known. That boded well for whatever determinations he’d made with his systems.

“And, in the interest of full transparency, I surmised the optimal means of pleasing you before you took your clothes off,” John added. “From here on out, you need only relax and enjoy my advanced capabilities.”

Before Kelia could respond to that, John Bliss laid down on top of her and kissed her again. It was more intense than before, evolving quickly into more extensive foreplay. It got her heart racing and set her loins ablaze. There was no turning back now. She was going to make love to her robot boyfriend.

It started with simple, intimate gestures. She continued exploring his masculine features while he did applied affectionate touching to hers. The weight of his body – which, oddly enough, didn’t feel as heavy as that of a normal man – pressed against hers. Naked skin meshed with synthetic skin. It helped establish part of that bond that he mentioned. It didn’t just make her horny. It made her want to share a passionate moment with this being.

“John…” she gasped.

Her blissful reaction prompted him to step up his process. As her breathing intensified, John directed his hungrily lips down her naked body. He was gentle, yet direct, tasting her naked skin and making his way down her torso. He stopped only briefly to give her nipples some added stimulation, which sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.

Kelia didn’t know she liked having her nipples teased. That must have been something John surmised before her. The fact that a robot boyfriend knew what she liked before she did said more about her than it did about the robot.

As Kelia took in those sensations, the anticipation kept building. By the time his lips reached her inner thighs, she was already gripping her bed sheets. She eagerly spread her legs and hitched them around John’s shoulders. Her body ached for more stimulation. She been horny before, but never like this.

“I’m going to give you oral sex, Kelia,” John told her, his eyes still locked on her.

“Is this where all that data on female anatomy comes into play?” she asked with a playful grin.

“Only to a point,” he said. “Data is only part of what makes my system work. What I do with it and why…that’s where I affirm my purpose.”

John Bliss went to work proving the worth that system. Like a perfectly honed machine – an accurate, if not too literal description – he proceeded to orally please her. As soon as his lips and tongue made contact with her outer and inner folds, Kelia’s own systems went into overdrive.

“Ooh John!” she squealed joyously.

The initial surge of sensations made her entire body shudder. She squeezed the bedsheets and spread her legs wider, closing her eyes and soaking in the feeling. John hit every nerve in and around her womanhood with perfect precision, including a few she didn’t know existed.

He skillfully used his fingers to tease, stimulate, and caress her folds. He used his tongue to probe her depths, hitting those deep, intimate areas that sent ripples of bliss coursing through her body. Kelia had heard stories from her older sisters about how little men knew about a woman’s anatomy. That was not an issue with John Bliss. Already, he’d done plenty to prove that he was more than just a man and not just because he was a robot.

“Your pussy tastes very good,” John said while lightly fingering her depths. “My taste sensors are quite active.”

“Active…right,” Kelia laughed, figuring that was a robot’s way of giving a compliment.

“I also sense that you are very much aroused,” John said. “Would you like me to continue until you climax? Or would you like to climax through intercourse?”

He presented her with two objectively good options. It wasn’t a matter of if she would achieve orgasm. It was only a matter of how. Were he just another man, she would’ve called that bravado. For a robot boyfriend, Kelia saw it as a given.

“I’d…like to feel you inside me,” she told him through her breathless pants.

“As you wish, my darling,” he said. “I was make love to you until you are satisfied.”

“Spoken like the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Don’t you mean robot boyfriend?”

“No. I don’t.”

He smiled at her. Again, that emotional component of John’s system was working. She could sense it in his gaze. He wasn’t just fulfilling a function. There was desire and affection in his demeanor. Now, he was poised to channel all of it into a single act.

Having given her all the oral teasing a young woman could want, he got back on top of her. She kept her legs nice and spread. There was no fumbling or nervousness on his part. Being a robot, as well as a boyfriend, he already knew what to do. He grabbed hold of her thighs, positioned himself over her, and aligned his still-rigid penis with her wet entrance. She grabbed onto his shoulders while gazing passionately into his eyes, making her own passions clear to him. Whether robotic or human, those passions resonated.

“Kelia…my love,” he said.

With those fateful words, John Bliss thrust his hips forward and entered her. What followed next defied everything Kelia thought she knew about a teenage girl’s sexual experience.

The union of their flesh was seamless. As soon as he was fully inside her, Kelia felt her inner folds tighten around his penis, as if to mold the perfect fit. When he started moving his hips, creating that balanced sexual rhythm, it was so intimate and smooth. With every motion, more intimate stimulation followed. The pace soon intensified. Before long, they achieved a perfect pace of passionate lovemaking.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” Kelia cried out.

It felt incredible. There was little of the discomfort that her older sisters had warned her about when they described their first sexual experiences. They’d told her that it was normal for teenagers to fumble around a bit with sex. Sometimes, the man blew his load too quickly. Sometimes, the woman just wasn’t in the right mindset to enjoy it. Just getting on the same page was a challenge.

That was not the case with her and John Bliss.

Both his robot systems and his intimate desires culminated in this act. The way he looked at her, having both desire and passion in his eyes, obscured the line between man and machine. He wasn’t just tasked with satisfying her. He wanted to satisfy her. When she neared the cusp of orgasm, his expression only intensified.

“John! Ooh John! I…I’m coming!” she cried out.

He sensed it even before she loudly shouted it into his ear. He steadied his hips, held her closely, and made the final few movements to send her over the edge. When it came, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and let out a cry of delight.

It was the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. There was no close second. Feeling a strong, handsome man in her intimate grasp, knowing his every act had been driven by real desire, made it special. As her lower body contorted to the onslaught of ecstasy, she cast her robot boyfriend a beaming smile and kissed him. Seeing her return his passions and hearing her moan from the pleasure triggered a reaction in him, as well.

“Kelia…my lover,” he said distantly. “Your touch…your passion…your pleasure…I feel it too.”

“Yes, John…feel it with me,” Kelia said breathlessly. “Please…give me more. I want more!”

The side-effects of a great orgasm had set in. As much as Kelia enjoyed it, she wasn’t satisfied. She craved more and John Bliss did not hesitate to continue. Their flesh still entwined, he resumed their sexual rhythm. New waves of intimate bliss followed.

As he rocked her body with their sex, he kissed her. That left no room for ambiguity. He felt the same sensations. His synthetic skin, his artificial intelligence, and his robot system allowed him to share in the feeling. That gave him even more motivation to satisfy her. Once again, Kelia couldn’t deny the results.

Their lovemaking unfolded like an impossible fantasy made real. John never lost focus for an instant. He continued working his body against hers, his masculine flesh slithering smoothly within her womanly depths. More ecstasy followed, but even as the feeling intensified, Kelia dared to be a little playful.

They rolled around on the bed, laughing and exchanging affectionate gestures. They made love in various positions. She let John Bliss make the most of his data, guiding her through various bodily alignments that tested both her flexibility and her stamina. She quickly learned that she loved being spooned from behind. She also enjoyed pinching her nipples during extra-hot moments.

Her intimate exploration with John led to more orgasms. Every time she came, he reacted in a way that made her suspect he achieved some kind of orgasm as well. It might have been unique to a robot. She didn’t know if it was as intense, but it certainly kept him going. Unburdened by traditional bodily limits, he could go for as long as she needed.

“Kelia…my darling…my purpose…my love,” he said throughout their lovemaking.

“John Bliss…my robot lover,” she replied.

Those passionate words echoed alongside a steady succession of moans and grunts. Kelia lost track of how many times she climaxed. However many it was, John made sure they all felt incredible.

While he probably could’ve made love indefinitely, Kelia was still human. She remembered that all too well once her limits caught up with her. After what ended up being her final orgasm, she let out a deep, content gasp and collapsed onto her bed in exhaustion. John must have sensed it because he withdrew his flesh from her and laid down next to her.

“Kelia…are you satisfied?” he asked her, still embracing her in his arms. “I cannot finalize my status as your robot lover until you confirm your satisfaction.”

“Mmm…” was all Kelia got out at first.

“What was that, my darling? Please, tell me whether or not you’re satisfied.”

“It’s okay, John. I’m satisfied…very, very satisfied!”

He smiled joyously, as though he’d just achieved his greatest life goal. For a robot boyfriend, it probably wasn’t too far from the truth. She smiled back, curling up next to him under the covers and enjoying the shared warmth of their naked bodies.

As the afterglow set in, the bigger picture became clear. She’d just made love to a robot boyfriend and it felt amazing. She now had a lover who was fully committed to satisfying both her intimate and sexual needs. In his loving gaze and warm embrace, she felt a connection that went beyond human.

“Hey John,” she said while resting her forehead against his.

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“Robot or not…I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”

“As am I, Kelia. I look forward to satisfying you.”

“So am I!”

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: NFL Kickoff 2019 Edition

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Are you ready for some football? Get used to that question because we’ll be hearing that question at least once a week for the rest of the year, often in conjunction with Hank Williams’ music. That’s because the 2019 NFL season is finally here! As a lifelong football fan who builds his Sundays around watching football, I couldn’t be happier.

To some, this is that magical time of year in which every team is tied and each has a chance to make the Super Bowl. To others, it’s that time of year where people yell at the TV more than they should and stay up way too late on Monday nights. I know football has its critics and its detractors, but there’s no denying it’s significance here in America, especially this time of year.

I’ve already given my picks as to who I think will hoist the Lombardi Trophy this year. Chances are I’m wrong. The only certainty at the beginning of an NFL season is that nobody knows how it’s going to play out. That’s part of what makes it so thrilling. There are so many crazy things that can happen. Where else can you see a lanky sixth round draft pick go onto become the greatest of all time?

I look forward to another eventful, dramatic season. I’ve already stocked up on beer, nachos, and pizza. To answer Mr. Williams’ iconic question, I am ready for some football and I hope these Sexy Sunday Thoughts get everyone else ready as well. Enjoy!


“Whoever said time flies when you’re having fun probably suffered from premature ejaculation.”


“It is possible to have too much sex, but it’s considerably harder to have too much foreplay.”


“Sunsets are more romantic because they’re less associated with hangovers.”


“For a narcissist, almost every sex act is a form of masturbation.”


“Setting the mood is much easier when you have a lover with a dirty mind.”


“Anyone can make love in good weather, but it takes a special passion to make love in the middle of a storm.”


“Technically, wet dreams were the first instance of free porn.”


The end of summer means many things to many people. As a kid, it always meant going back to school, which I hated. As an adult, however, it has gained a very different meaning and the start of football season is a big part of that. I’m excited about the season and I’m looking forward to some very eventful Sunday afternoons. My only hope is to one day find a beautiful woman that I can share them with.

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“Loving Memories” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring Sex Robots)

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The following is another sexy short story featuring sex robots. After my previous story, “My First Sex Robot,” got such a strong response, I’m curious to see if this one garners a similar reaction. It takes a different approach compared to my previous stories featuring sex robots. Hopefully, it strikes the right chords, including the sexy ones. Please, if you can, take the time to provide feedback. I’d love to hear from you. Enjoy!

Many people claimed to understand true love. Those same people might also claim they understand loss. Karina Stroman had encountered many of those people in the past three, four months, and nine days. That was how long it had been since her husband, Lieutenant Joseph A. Stroman died. Throughout that painful, heart-breaking stretch of time, she became convinced. They didn’t understand in the slightest.

Karina loved her husband. She loved him in ways few could appreciate. He was the only man she’d ever dated. He was the only man she’d ever slept with. He was the only man she wanted to marry. She had every intention of growing old and gray with him, having kids and building a life together. The idea of not being with him never crossed her mind.

Then, it happened.

Her husband, an aspiring pilot in the Air Force who aspired to fly planes, died in a terrible crash. They said it was an accident. They claimed there was nothing anyone could’ve done. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Her heart broke into a billion pieces that day. Nothing had been the same since.

“A part of me died with him,” Karina had told her friends and family. “I don’t think I can be whole without him.”

That was a common refrain in the days, weeks, and months after Joseph’s death. She received plenty of sympathy from others. She received metals, a folded flag, and personal condolences from her husband’s fellow soldiers and officers. She even received a letter of sympathy from the President. Karina appreciated the sentiment, but her heart remained broken.

More recently, the same friends and family who cried with her at Joseph’s funeral were urging her to move on. She was still young and beautiful. More than one man had asked her out since her husband’s death. More than one friend tried to set her up on a date. She refused at every turn.

“I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready,” she often told them.

It had gotten to a point where she started to frustrate others. Even Joseph’s parents urged her to move forward with her life. Nobody wanted to see her alone and heartbroken until her dying days. A part of her didn’t want that, either. Another part of her loved Joseph too much to ever truly move on. It seemed like there was no way to escape her sorrow.

That all changed approximately five minutes ago when she received a large crate from a private military courier. She accepted it, not knowing what it was or who sent it. After reeling it into the living room of her modest suburban townhouse, she opened it to see a figure that made her heart skip a beat.

“Good evening, Karina Stroman. It’s great to finally meet you.”

She’d stumbled back and gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief. She was still in a state of shock. What she was looking at shouldn’t have been possible. She blinked several times, trying to wake up from what had to be a dream.

However, this was real. Within the large create, standing before her with perfect poise, was a figure that perfectly resembled Joseph Stroman. It looked like him, sounded like him, and even smiled like him. Everything from his slim muscular build to the small mole on the side of his neck was there. He wasn’t wearing much, either. He wore nothing but a pair of white boxers, not unlike the kind Joseph wore to bed.

That was impossible. It didn’t make sense until it – her he, if her eyes were working properly – explained everything.

“Forgive me,” he said as he stepped out of the crate, “I should probably clarify what you’re seeing.”

“That…would be helpful,” Karina said, still leaning against her couch for support.

“Firstly, I am not your late husband, Lieutenant Joseph Stroman. I simply look like him. I sincerely apologize for any distress my appearance has caused you. But there is a reason for my appearance and it’s a good one.”

“It damn well better be,” she said strongly.

“I may not be him, but I was built and configured to mirror him in every possible way.”

“Built and configured?” Karina questioned.

“Yes. For you see, I am a robot. Specifically, I am an android with a humanoid stature, mechanical inner workings, and synthetic flesh. My systems are calibrated to operate in a manner consistent with an ordinary human. While my form is entirely synthetic, my exterior was molded with the intent to be indistinguishable from that of humans…specifically, that of Joseph Stroman. If you want, you can touch me and see for yourself.”

Karina was still in shock. She needed a few extra moments to process seeing something/someone who looked exactly like her late husband. She needed even more to process the idea that she was looking at a robot.

To her knowledge, robots – or androids, if that made a difference – were pretty advanced, but not like this. She’d seen a few stories about some company creating a life-like, human-looking robot. She knew they existed and some where incredibly realistic. However, seeing it on TV or the internet was not the same as seeing one up close.

Eventually, she gathered herself enough to stand under her own power and reach over to touch the figures arm. To her continued amazement, it felt real. The skin, the hair, and the sweat all felt real. Even the unique texture of his flesh perfectly matched her memories of Joseph.

“Wow,” she said. “It feels so…human.”

“As I previously stated, that was the intention,” the figure replied with a smile that also matched Joseph’s.

“Whose intentions?” Karina asked while still marveling at the feel of his skin.

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge every detail of my creation. I can only state that my presence came at the direct order of a new military-sponsored support program. Under this program, the military has partnered with several advanced robotics companies and artificial intelligence researchers. The primary goal revolves around the creation, refinement, and development of human-like androids. While much of its progress is classified, I can confirm that the program achieved sufficient advances to pursue one of its many secondary goals.”

“And that includes…” she said distantly, trying to connect the dots.

“Providing special compensation the widowed spouses of fallen soldiers,” he said.

Karina stopped obsessing over how real his skin felt and gazed up into the figure’s eyes. The shock had worn off. Other feelings emerged as more realizations sank in.

She took a step closer to him. She reached out and caressed his face, which felt exactly like Joseph’s after he shaved. Every one of her senses told her the same thing. The figure before her looked, felt, and even smelled like Joseph. At the same time, she kept reminding herself that Joseph was dead. It left her conflicted, but deeply curious.

“What happened to your husband was a tragedy,” the figure told her, a distinct hint of emotion in his voice. “Lieutenant Joseph Stroman was a good, honorable man. He also loved you very much.”

“How can you know that?” Karina asked.

“Because I’ve had every byte of public and private data from his life uploaded into my brain,” he said. “The pictures he shared with loved ones…the videos you made together…the memories he recounted in his journals…his love for you was vast. Even though I’m configured to specialize in human emotional responses, even my systems cannot process the extent of your love. It is…powerful.”

Karina cracked a smile. It was one of the few smiles she’d freely expressed since her husband’s death. There was something comforting about hearing how deep Joseph’s love went for her. If even an advanced robot couldn’t process it, then it must have been special.

“Despite those limitations, I was sent to you as a possible means of compensation,” he continued. “While the United States military can never give you your husband back, it can make a concerted effort to provide intimate solace.”

“Well, this is a lot more concerted than I expected,” Karina said. “And here I was thinking they’d stop with a letter, a flag, and handful of meager benefits.”

“For what you lost, such compensation is insufficient. That’s why the program spent considerable resources to configure my physical and cognitive specifications to perfectly match that of Joseph Stroman. It also gave me a stated purpose.”

As she softly caressed his face, the figure that perfectly resembled her dead husband embraced her with his powerful arms. In an instant, the loving warmth that Karina thought she’d never feel again surrounded her. It further blurred the lines between artificial and human.

Her husband was still dead. Being embraced by a robot that looked just like him wasn’t exactly the same, but it felt pretty damn close. It was so close that it triggered within her other feelings she didn’t think she’d experience.

“Every one of my systems – from my synthetic flesh to my bodily operations to my artificial sentience – it’s all configured to convey love, comfort, and affection to the one Joseph Stroman loved most.”

“Configured?” Karina questioned, part of her still struggling to accept it.

“Call it what you will. I assure you these are not pre-programmed responses,” he said to her. “I think. I feel. I experience emotions…albeit not in the same manner as humans. The end results are still the same.”

“So you can actually experience love,” she said.

“Yes. I can.”

That seemed impossible. Then again, her standard for the impossible had changed considerably in the past half-hour.

Within the grasp of this figure – an artificial being, crafted to look, sound, and feel like her dead lover – Karina dared to experience emotions that she once took for granted. She pawed the figure’s chest. She trailed her fingers over the contours of his muscles. It all felt so real, right down to the gentle heat radiating from his body.

At the same time, she felt him explore her body with his hands. He did so with the same care and affection as Joseph. He demonstrated a keen knowledge of her intimate warmth, touching and caressing her just as her husband had done in their many romantic moments. It was jarring, but it also made a point.

When she felt his gestures, she experienced the same loving comfort that she had with Joseph. When she looked into his eyes, she didn’t just see a robot mimicking emotion. She saw a thinking, sentient being experiencing those emotions. It seemed like such a profound feat, but did it really matter whether emotions came from a human or robot brain?

Karina kept telling herself that the man/android embracing her wasn’t Joseph. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the feelings he evoked in her.

“Please note – and I am required to tell you this – you need not accept this,” he told her. “If my presence is too distressing or if, for whatever reason, you choose not to participate in this program, please say so.”

“But what’ll happen to you?” Karina asked.

“Nothing unpleasant, I assure you,” he said with a light smile. “I will simply signal my creators, return to my create, deactivate my systems, and await my retrieval. You need not worry. I won’t be offended. I won’t feel any discomfort, either.”

“But you’ll be destroyed,” she said.

“Not necessarily. I’ll likely be reformatted and reconfigured for another participant. I won’t even recall this discussion. But, as I stand before you this instant, I do not prefer that recourse. I would rather stay here with you in the form of Joseph Stroman. However, it is ultimately your choice, Karina. Whatever you choose, I will honor.”

It almost felt like a life-or-death decision, but the robotic figure did not appear concerned. He just kept smiling at her. He even showed some of that subtle charm that Joseph often displayed whenever he already knew what decision she was leaning towards.

That didn’t make the decision any less difficult. This thing – this robot built around the body, mind, and passions of her late husband – had just asked her to decide his fate. Even if he wasn’t technically alive, the course of his life was in her hands. As she contemplated that choice, she once again reached up and caressed his face.

“Joseph…” Karina found herself saying.

His smile widened, as though that name meant as much to him as it did to her. He also deepened his embrace, holding her closely and parting her hair behind her ear, as Joseph often did when he wanted to see the full extent of her beauty. In that moment, her broken heart skipped a beat. Painful memories of the man she lost boiled to the surface. When all those feelings converged, her choice became clear.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Karina said.

“I’m sorry. I need direct confirmation. Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes. Please stay…Joseph.”

Hearing her call him that must have triggered something because his demeanor became much less robotic. He seemed so human at that point that the difference was negligible. By almost every meaningful measure, she was standing in her husband’s arms.

“Please…kiss me,” she told him, as if to double down on her decision.

“As you wish…Karina.”

His voice gained a more emotional undertone, which counted as another sign that she wasn’t just interacting with a robot. When their lips touched and they shared a kiss, it became even clearer. Karina was sharing something deeper with this being…this man who carried in him her husband’s spirit.

His lips felt just like the man she remembered. Even his tongue felt as real as any other man. How that system worked was far beyond her expertise, but she didn’t care. As far as Karina was concerned, she was kissing Joseph again.

It was like reliving a memory in perfect detail. As soon as their lips touched, he kissed her with the same passion Joseph had on their wedding day. It was as though he’d studied every kiss they ever shared. Given his robotic hardware, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth.

“My God…it’s just like I remembered,” Karina said, already on the brink of tears.

“That feeling…exceeds the parameter’s programming,” the android said.

Just like that, she remembered he was still part robot. However, she found it more funny than jarring.

“You might want to re-think your choice of words moving forward,” she said with a humored chuckle.

“Understood,” he replied, mirroring her humored tone. “There are quite a few experiences to explore.”

“I’m sure there are. I have a lot of questions.”

“Well, I assume one in particular will come up eventually. So I might as well address it.”

He broke their embrace and took a step back. Karina, now as curious as she was impassioned, watched as he removed his boxers, the only article of clothing he had on. In doing so, he revealed that his hardware included more than just her lover’s charismatic smile.

“Oh my!” she gasped in mix of astonishment and intrigue. “Whoever molded you after my husband was very thorough.”

“Their stated goal was to copy every feature. That includes Joseph’s penis,” he said, laughing curtly at her reaction. “And yes, by the way. It works.”

“By that, you mean…” Karina said, probing for specifics.

“It does get hard. I can have sex with it. I even experience pleasure from it…if you define tactile date mimicking the male orgasm pleasure.”

“I won’t bother with technicalities. If it works, I’ll just have to take your word for it.”

“Hopefully, I’ll have a chance to convince you. While my creators stressed accuracy in terms of appearance and mannerisms, they also included a few supplemental features.”

Before Karina could ask for more details, he showed her in a way that once again affirmed his robotic status. While simply standing before her, neither touching her nor himself, his penis swelled and became fully erect.

It happened so fast and efficiently. Karina was a registered nurse. She knew male biology better than most. Even a healthy man with a healthy penis didn’t get aroused that quickly with no stimulation. For all she knew, his creators expected one of his primary functions to involve having sex with a lonely woman. Having not experienced any sexual intimacy in over three years, she couldn’t deny the appeal of such a function.

“Wow,” she said in amazement. “That’s just…wow.”

“You can touch it, if you wish,” he offered.

He approached the same way he had with embracing and kissing her, giving her every opportunity to take things slow. To this point, Karina appreciated that. It was a lot to take in. The military had sent her a perfect, flesh-covered robot of her dead husband to help compensate her for her loss. The concept alone carried so many overwhelming implications.

This time, however, she chose not to take things slow. After over three years of loneliness, heartache, and sorrow, Karina needed something more than that. In that fateful moment, she stopped trying to wrap her head around it all and embraced the experience.

“Actually…I’d like to do more than just touch it,” she told him.

This time, it was her turn to surprise him…although that assumed androids could be surprised.

While standing before him, she took off her clothes. She’d only been wearing a T-shirt, a dirty pair of sweatpants, and white panties with no bra. If she’d known she would get a visit from an intelligent android that looked like her dead husband, she would’ve put on something sexier. That didn’t stop him from appreciating the sight of her nude form.

“You’re beautiful, Karina,” he told her.

“I’d say that’s your programming talking,” Karina replied, “but that’s exactly what Joseph told me when saw me get naked in front of him…even in non-sexy situations.”

“And what of this particular situation? I may be an android, but I’m not optimized to surmise how sexual it may be.”

“Then, allow me to clear that up.”

Upon kicking her pants across the room, Karina re-entered his embrace and kissed him again. This time, she made sure her naked skin pressed up against his synthetic flesh. It both got her point across and evoked the desired response.

As they kissed, she further explored his masculine stature, pawing his flesh with the same sensual care she’d used with Joseph. He did the same, feeling up her feminine curves and grazing his fingers over her naked skin. He even put Joseph’s memories to good use, squeezing her butt and fondling her breasts in just the right ways. Her husband knew her body so well. He understood where and how to touch her in order to spark a deeper desire.

“Clear enough?” Karina whispered in between kisses.

“Yes…clear indeed,” he replied.

The kissing resumed. The touching intensified. This being – who she saw as a man as much as she saw a robot – wasn’t just consoling her after years of loneliness and celibacy. He was turning her on. She wanted this robot built around her late husband’s image. Between his affectionate gestures and erect penis, it was clear he wanted her too.

“Joseph,” she said, already short of breath, “I want you to make love to me.”

“I want that too. Man, machine, robot, or android…I want it so much.”

Those words had profound implications. The idea that a robot, even one built in the image of her loving husband, wanted to make love to her carried a great deal of weight. How much of that desire was programming? How much of it was real, genuine emotion?

Karina couldn’t hope to answer those questions. Men, robots, and memories aside, she was going to make love to Joseph. Whether he was man or robot was only a technicality.

“Come,” Karina said, latching onto his arm. “Let’s take this to our bedroom.”

“Our bedroom…yes.”

The fact that she referred to it as their bedroom was telling. It spoke to just how much she’d embraced the idea of having this robot embody the spirit of her husband.

With an energy she hadn’t shown in a long time, she led the masculine figure up the stairs, down the hall, and into the master bedroom. It was the same room she’d once shared with Joseph. The pictures, blankets, and décor were the same as they were the last time she made love to her husband. She swore he recognized it, even as he carried her to the king-sized bed, just as he did on their honeymoon.

“Relax, my darling. I’m going to get you nice and wet,” he told her as he laid her down in the center of the bed.

“You know, those are the exact words Joseph used on our wedding night,” Karina told him. “Same tone too. Just how detailed do your memories go?”

“They’re as detailed as they need to be. Perhaps this will help demonstrate that.”

Like the same considerate lover she remembered and mourned, he kissed her again and caressed her womanly figure with the utmost affection. Her heart raced. A powerful heat formed between her thighs. As she lay flat on her back, he steadily trailed his lips down her face, neck, breasts and torso.

It was the same path Joseph often followed, right down the part where he gave her right nipple an extra lick. As her state of arousal intensified, he lightly grasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Bit by bit, he worked his way down her abdomen until he reached the outer folds of her womanhood.

“Ooh, my God!” Karina gasped.

From there, he began giving her oral sex. His lips made contact with the tender folds of her outer genitalia. His tongue entered her folds, probing her hot depths. A sharp burst of sexual sensations followed. It was so intense she trembled, gasping and moaning in ways she hadn’t experienced since her wedding night.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked her.

“I’m fine!” she assured him. “Please, don’t stop! It’s just…it’s been a while.”

That was just a polite way of saying she hadn’t had any kind of sex since her husband died. She still got horny. She still had desires. She just couldn’t bring herself to pursue intimacy after his death. The idea of any sharing such intimacy with any other man just didn’t sit well.

The current intimacy wasn’t just from any man, though. She was getting it from a robot with the body, memory, and passions of her lost love. Judging by how thorough he was with eating a woman out, he’d also been programmed with extensive knowledge of female anatomy.

“Yes! Ooh yes! It’s so good! That feels so…so good!” Karina gasped, writhing under the weight of the pleasure.

“Karina…you taste so good,” he replied, his voice muffled by her inner thighs.

“You…can taste too?”

“Yes,” he said, “and it’s delicious!”

Like a perfect blend of an impassioned man and a skilled robot, he licked, fingered, and fondled her womanhood to an extent that felt like uncharted territory for oral sex. It left her so aroused and impassioned that the unusual circumstances of this intimate moment stopped mattering.

She’d asked Joseph to make love to her. Whether dead or alive through a robot, the feeling was within her grasp.

“Joseph…my one and only love,” she said in her amorous daze. “Please…take me.”

He heeded her words with an urgency befitting of a dedicated lover. Having pleased her to the point of maximum arousal, he worked his way back up her naked body and positioned himself on top of her.

It was a moment straight out of her fondest memories. She and Joseph had been in the exact same position the first time they made love. It had been in her old bedroom. They’d made out, undressed one another, and laid in the center of the bed with him on top of her. In a perfect blend of instinct and passion, she hooked her legs around his waist while he aligned his still-erect manhood with her waiting entrance.

That memory set the tone for the many intimate moments they shared throughout their lives. She thought those moments would only be memories after Joseph died. Now, here he was in a new form, ready to turn memories into passion.

“Karina…” he said with the same loving tone as Joseph.

“Joseph…” Karina replied, caressing his face, just as she had in that fateful memory.

In a powerful act of shared intimacy, he entered her. Hard masculine flesh penetrated moist feminine depths. She let out a deep gasp while he remained intensely focused, caressing her hips and kissing down her neck.

Bodies started moving.

Pleasure started flowing.

In that moment, the line between past memories and present experiences disappeared.

“We’re really doing it. We’re making love!”

Saying it out loud brought tears to her eyes, but for the first time in over three years, they weren’t tears of sorrow. Joy…wonderous, blissful joy filled her body and soul. As Karina closed her eyes and raked her hands down her lover’s back, the joy of making love to her husband consumed her.

It played out better than any fond memory. In addition to a keen knowledge of giving women oral sex, he also knew how she and Joseph approached sex. They started off simple, going at it in a standard missionary position. He was slow and careful, working his body along hers and establishing a steady pace.

Then, the pace intensified.

They started kissing, teasing, and caressing one another. They rolled around on the bed, laughing and moaning in accord with the pleasure. One moment, he was top with her legs hitched over his shoulder. The next, she was on top, riding his dick while he fondled her breasts. In another, she was on her side while he spooned her from behind, reaching around to fondle her clitoris as their bodies moved together.

They were never in a rush. They were never too rough or fervent. She and Joseph had always enjoyed drawing out their sex, enjoying the intimacy and celebrating the act of expressing their love. This man – robot, android, or whatever he might have been – shared that same fondness. He never once lost focus. Like Joseph, he directed every bit of passionate energy onto her. By the time he got her to the brink of orgasm, it was almost a formality.

“Joseph…my love,” Karina said in a passionate daze. “I’m close…really close.”

“I am too, Karina,” he whispered to her. “This feeling…I want to share it too.”

It wasn’t lost on her that this was technically his first time. He might have had Joseph’s memories and knowledge, but having that data wasn’t the same as turning it into a physical act. She didn’t know how different his synthetic penis was to that of an ordinary man, but if it was as effective as her late husband’s, it would do plenty to complete the feeling.

When it arrived, it hit her body like a bolt of lightning. The escalating sensations reached a crescendo. A powerful, intense release of pleasure followed. It flowed through her body like a wave washing over a desolate landscape. As she took it all in, she cried out the name of the man she loved once more.

“Ohhh Joseph!”

As she shuddered under the weight of the orgasmic onslaught, he let out a deep grunt that perfectly mirrored that masculine strength her husband so perfectly embodied. She took his hand and hers, entwining their fingers, as she soaked in her climax while he got hers. Near as she could tell, he felt it too. She could even sense his manhood throbbing inside her inner folds. There was no fluid, as far as she could tell, but the ecstasy was very real.

Together, they gasped and panted in a culmination of passion. At one point, their bodies parted and they lay curled up together, facing one another within a naked embrace. She didn’t say a word and neither did he. She could see the love in his eyes…a love that she thought had died with him, but here it was looking right at her again. It might have been possible to mimic some acts of intimacy, but no amount of programming could mirror true, genuine love.

“I love you, Karina,” he said to her.

“I love you too, Joseph,” Karina said without hesitation. “I miss you so much. I know you’re gone. Yet here you are…with me…together.”

“Together,” he said before kissing her again.

Over three years ago, a wonderful man named Joseph Stroman died. He left behind a wife who loved him with all her heart. She loved him so much that she worried that her broken heart would never heal. Dead or alive…man or robot…Karina felt it in that moment. Her husband, Joseph, might have died, but in this figure before her, their love endured.

 

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