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The following is a sexy short story about protesting important issues. It was directly inspired by some impassioned protest about a recent issue generated by a notable Supreme Court ruling. You know which one I’m talking about. Enjoy!

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“We’re here,” said Lawrence “Law” Dobbs as he pulled up to the curb in his less-than-tidy pickup truck.

“Good!” said Jane Roth, trying and failing to hide her restlessness.

“It’s not too late to call this off,” Law said, the engine to his truck still running. “We’re as close as we can get to the point of no return.”

That marked the third time today that her boyfriend gave her a chance to not go through with this stunt. A part of her even appreciated the gesture. This was, after all, an objectively crazy stunt. What they were about to do would get them into trouble. There was a non-zero chance they could both end up in a jail cell by sunrise. Jane’s father had been a cop, so she knew the risks better than most.

But that didn’t dissuade her. As her gaze narrowed on her destination, the choice remained clear. Risk or not, Jane intended to see it through.

“Let’s do this,” she said, more determined than ever.

“Alright then,” he said as he turned the engine off, “point officially crossed.”

“You nervous?”

“Hell no!” Law said without hesitation. “I know this means a lot to you. It means a lot to me too. I just hope we’re not the only ones willing to go this far.”

“I posted a notice on Whatsapp an hour ago. The word is out. They know what’s coming. And I believe when all is said and done, we’ll be in good company.”

Jane was less confident about that than she let on, but that didn’t affect her choice to move forward. At this point, nothing would dissuade her. She and Law were going to make a powerful statement tonight. They’d been ignored and written off every step of the way. But they wouldn’t be ignored tonight.

Casting her lover a look of affection and confidence, they each exited the truck. They then made their way down the street towards a single house. It was naturally the biggest house in the neighborhood, looking just a small step down from a full-blown mansion. It had this big front yard with a lawn that had been mowed that afternoon. It also had a large driveway, occupied by three fancy cars that probably cost more than a year of rent checks. And since it was two in the morning, it was completely dark. If anyone was home, they were dead asleep.

That was exactly what Jane and Law had been counting on. They made certain when they planned this that the residents would be home. They were the ones who had to hear this statement.

“Judge Niles Terrence,” Jane said under her breath with venomous hate. “I hope you and that bitch wife of yours are light sleepers.”

Jane had never spoken anyone’s name with so much hatred. Less than a year ago, she couldn’t imagine herself hating anyone with such vitriol. That was before Judge Terrence issued a ruling that lit a fire within her.

That asshole decided in his judgmental wisdom to uphold the strict new abortion bans that the state had just passed. That, alone, had been bad enough. A lot of states had been passing those laws lately. But what made Judge Terrence so contemptable was his promise to block strict abortion bans. He’d said outright before he was appointed that he’d follow the precedents set by previous abortion rulings. He even promised to do so during the last election.

But that asshole lied.

He ended up being the deciding vote who could’ve stopped all of this, but chose not to.

He even still claimed to be a devout Catholic Christian. Even when he got sued by a major law firm, he just brushed it off. Even when the media reported he’d taken illegal contributions from several Christian organizations, including a few that protected priests who had raped children, he barely batted an eye. He just kept doing his job, collecting his money, and regularly preached about how the country had to be run by devout Christians.

His wife, Allison, did much of the same. She was the head of some Christian organization that made media spectacles any time something remotely sexual or profane occurred in public. She once got a woman thrown in jail for breast feeding in the park. She was rumored to be so repressive that she beat her seven children if just one of them said damn.

“You’re both going to hate me,” Jane continued to muse, “which is why I’m gonna enjoy the hell out of this.”

She looked over to Law briefly. He was already preparing the gear they’d brought with them. It was just a couple of small, relatively cheap Bluetooth speakers connected to some cheap microphones. He’d already programmed them to synch to a burner phone they’d bought at a grocery store. It was crude and cheap, but it would get the job done.

“It’s ready,” Law said as he turned on the speakers.

“Is the volume all the way up?” Jane asked.

“You know it!”

He flashed her a mischievous grin. That was his way of saying he’d overdone it, as he so often did when taking on a challenge. That was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him. And the fact he was so eager to do this wither just made her love him more.

This was personal for him too. Four years ago, his older sister nearly died because of an ectopic pregnancy that wasn’t caught until very late. Under the new law that Judge Terrence upheld, she would’ve suffered and died horribly. He took that decision by a lying judgmental asshole very personally.

It wasn’t that dissimilar from why this issue was so important to Jane. Her grandmother had actually died because she couldn’t get an abortion many years ago. But she survived when she needed an abortion as a teenager, after having been impregnated by her abusive ex-boyfriend, Brett Gorsin. This arrogant judge would’ve forced her to carry that child to term and possibly be stuck with a partner who ended up in jail for brutally beating up the girl he’d cheated on her with. The idea that anyone in his position would let that happen made her sick, as well as angry.

“Time to show this bastard everything he’s been trying to ignore,” said Jane.

“Then, we’d better make an impression. I do not want him to forget what he’s about to see,” Law said, now sharing her determination and anger.

“Then, turn the mics on. Let’s give him a wakeup call.”

Law nodded, the grin not leaving his face as they got in position in the middle of the front lawn. From here, they had a perfect view of the houses outer façade. Law then placed the two speakers about eight feet apart and made sure the microphones were oriented towards them. Once they were set up, he flipped them both on. The distinct beep on the speakers indicated they were live.

Now, the elaborate protest Jane had planned could begin.

“Hey Judge Terrence!” Jane shouted at the top of her lungs. “Wake up! Come see what your bullshit judgments have inspired!”

The mics and the speakers were even louder than expected. The sound of her booming voice projecting out from the speakers shattered the silence of the night. It was so loud that Jane’s ears were left ringing, but she was actually encouraged by that. It meant Judge Terrance would not be able to ignore what was about to happen.

“And in case you think you’re thinking of sleeping in, listen to this!” Law added.

As the sound of their voices rocked the quiet neighborhood, Law tapped some commands on his phone. Moments later, a special playlist of music began blaring through the speakers. But it wasn’t any ordinary music – even by the skewed standards of uptight Christian activists.

Every song on this list was overtly sexual, raunchy, and profane. Jane and Law had actually gotten it from a stripper friend who worked at a club last summer. They went out of their way to play the dirtiest, most vulgar songs they could find. Jane hadn’t been a fan of such music before, but hearing them blare loudly over the speakers put a smile on her face.

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them bitches all night long!”

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them with that big fat dong!”

Fittingly enough, those raunchy lyrics belonged to a song that Allison Terrence protested against, so much so she managed to get every local radio station to stop playing it. She once claimed that song should never be heard by decent Christian community. Jane would’ve loved nothing more than to see the look on her face right now.

She could only picture it, but took comfort in knowing she and her asshole husband was definitely awake. The lights in the house had flicked on. Several rooms on the top level lit up, including the one Law surmised to be the master bedroom. Judge Terrence and his wife were probably scrambling, but half-asleep. They might not have realized entirely what this was, but they would find out soon enough.

“While you’re listening, get ready to see something even better!” Jane said with an eager grin.

She turned towards Law and nodded. Over the blaring music, they couldn’t hear much. But they didn’t need to say anything to make the next part of their protest work. This part also promised to be the most satisfying – in more ways than one.

As the music played, she and Law swiftly shed their clothes. Jane even turned around while taking off her pants and underwear so she could shake her bare ass right at the judge she despised with a passion. She could already feel their aghast eyes on her naked flesh. It excited her more than she expected. That would come in useful very soon.

Upon removing all of her clothes, she threw them back towards Law’s truck. She then took several steps closer to the house and stood before it as more lights turned on. She made absolutely certain that everyone inside could see her in all her glory.

“That’s right, self-righteous assholes! Look at my ass! Look at my tits! Look at my pussy!” Jane shouted over the music.

She held her arms out as some of the flood lights around the house came on, most likely due to motion sensors. That only highlighted her nude features even more, much to the chagrin of Judge Terrance and every misogynistic asshat like him.

She could also feel Law’s eyes on her, who needed a few extra moments to kick off his pants and underwear. Once he was as naked as her, he quickly joined her. And like her, he made no effort to cover his nude features.

“Hey Judge Terrence! Get a load of this fat dick!” he shouted it. “Bet your wife didn’t think dicks could be this big!”

“You’re trying too hard to turn me on right now,” Jane said under her breath.

“I hope she’s watching too!” he added. “Because she’s about to see what you’ve failed to give her!”

Jane laughed out loud over the music, which kept playing over the speakers. Law then turned to her. A coy grin and a knowing nod sent a clear, unambiguous message. They were ready for the final part of their protest.

With the energy and enthusiasm of a couple of horny prom dates, they pounced on one another with unbridled lust. Jane actually jumped up into her boyfriend’s arms, prompting him to catch her by her butt while she threw her legs around his waist. As their naked skin made contact, she captured his lips in a hard, heated kiss. And as their and tongues twirled hungrily, they eagerly felt each other up in an outpouring of heavy foreplay.

These were not tender, romantic gestures that a traditional couple would exchange in public.

They weren’t even the intimate, loving gestures that they would share in private.

These acts were born of pure, unrestrained lust – the kind that Judge Terrance and his self-righteous wife whined against every other day.

“Let’s fuck!” Jane said right into his ear.

“Let’s fuck, hard!” Law said right back to her.

The booming music, as well as the increasing activity in the house, became secondary to them. Jane and Law focused entirely on each other. The cool night breeze brushed over their naked bodies, sending a special kind of shivers coursing through them. It was actually fitting, as though nature itself was encouraging them.

Emboldened by the defiant nature of their act, they impassioned followed these raw passions to their inevitable endgame. Law laid her down on the front lawn, not caring at all about the dirt, the grass, or the bugs. And they prepared to have sex right then and there – out in the open, in front of this house, and to the outrage of those inside.

“This is going to be the most rewarding sex of my life,” Jane said to herself.

She was already beaming with arousal. All the kissing and touching rendered her inner thighs hot with arousal. She could already feel the juices dripping down her folds. She doubted that Allison Terrence had ever been this wet before in her life. She would’ve pitied her if she didn’t hate her guts so damn much.

In short order, Law became fully erect. Jane was even surprised by how hard his dick got. She swore he hadn’t been this hard since their anniversary date last fall. And she wanted nothing more than to feel that rigid flesh inside her.

Never one to leave his horny love hanging, Law aligned his body with hers accordingly. He hitched her legs up over his shoulders. He then planted his knees and feet on the perfectly manicured lawn. And with a glint in his eye, he thrust his hips and entered her hot depths with his manly flesh.

The sweet melding of their flesh was incredible. A surge of familiar sensual sensations coursed through Jane and her well-endowed lover. And when she started moaning, she dared to be extra vocal.

“Oohhh yes!” Jane yelled out. “We’re doing it! We’re having sex! We’re having hot…pre-marital…sex! On…your fucking…lawn!”

She squealed and writhed with delight as Law escalated the pace of their sex. He was even more focused and fervent than usual, humping her like a man possessed by the spirits that horrified the Allison and Niles Terrences of the world. She grasped his arms as her naked body rocked to every thrust, her breasts bouncing with every motion.

It felt so damn good – just like sex was supposed to feel, contrary to what Judge Terrance and his uptight Christian cohorts claimed.

A part of her even hoped their two sons were watching at the moment. She’d once heard Allison Terrence go on some rant about porn, masturbation, and vulnerable teenage boys. She suspected they had never been allowed to see female cleavage, let alone full nudity. If they ended up jerking off to memories of her and Law having sex, then that alone made this protest successful.

Jane kept that in mind as she and Law went at it, humping and grinding under the night sky. She was so into it that she was already close to climaxing. She was already biting her lower lip in anticipation, which tipped off Law.

“Doggy style,” she found herself saying.

Law grinned, picking up on the message loud and clear. In an act of wondrously manly strength, he lifted her up in his powerful arms and flipped her over so that she was on all fours. He then got behind her, grabbed her by the hips, and trust his cock back into her pussy.

From there, he pounded away – thrusting harder and faster so that the sound of their smacking flesh echoed alongside the music. It was so rough and lurid. It sent her right up to that special orgasmic brink. And since she was facing Judge Terrence’s house, she prepared to show off her best O-Face.

“I’m coming, Judge Asshat! I’m fucking coming! I’m gonna…have an…orgasm!” Jane shouted.

“Fuck…me too!” Law grunted, already letting out those trademark grunts.

“Watch us…while we…come! Ohhhh fuck!”

They timed it just right. The music had reached its vulgar chorus just as their bodies entered that heavenly state of orgasmic bliss. Jane arched her back and beamed towards the façade of the house while Law let out the longest string of vulgarities she had ever heard from him. And together, they came.

Since she was a teenager, Jane had enjoyed her share of orgasms. She had also endured her share of awkwardness and taboos surrounding female sexuality. She’d gone to a Catholic school that did plenty to shame women for daring to enjoy sex in any way that didn’t make more baby Catholics. She even got in trouble for “excessive self-touching” in the shower after gym one day. It took years of self-healing and some light therapy to reclaim a less regressive attitude towards sexuality.

Now, after all that time, the act of enjoying a really good orgasm with her boyfriend felt all the more satisfying. She only wished Judge Terrance and that bitch of a wife knew how great she felt right now – her pussy throbbing around her boyfriend’s cock, milking him for all his sweet man juices. And since she was on birth control, this sex was purely for pleasure, recreation, and unmarried intimacy – all things uptight religious assholes hated.

“I came. I really…really came,” Jane found herself panting. “Fuck you…Judge Terrence.”

She and Law lingered in their fleshly entwinement, his grip on her hips still firm while he remained balls deep inside her. The music was still playing and their naked bodies now glistened with sweat. It was a wonderfully erotic moment. In any other circumstances, she would’ve have pulled him into a loving embrace and enjoyed the afterglow.

But then, Judge Terrence finally decided to make his presence felt, as well as his wife.

“You unholy punks! Get off my lawn! I’m calling the cops!” the old man yelled from a window on the second floor.

“For crying out loud! There are children in this house!” the old woman shouted, aghast in horrified.

“I’ll see to it you’re both thrown in jail!” the judge said.

Their outrage was palpable, even over the booming music. That did little to wipe the wide grins off Jane’s face. And Law had barely heard them, from the looks of it. He was already leaning over, nibbling on her ear lobe. That was his way of letting her know he was up for multiple rounds of sex.

“We’re probably going to jail now,” he told her. “But I’m not done protesting.”

“Me neither,” Jane told him.

“We may not have much time, though. This guy knows people. The cops will be here soon.”

“You’re probably right,” she conceded. “But if enough people saw our WhatsApp…”

Jane didn’t get a chance to finish. Just as she and Law were getting their second wind, a series of car horns echoed from afar. Their bodies parted briefly and they turned around to trace the source. And what they saw filled them with almost as much joy as their orgasm.

“Whoa!” Law said in amazement. “Looks like word got out.”

“More so than expected,” said Jane.

A long line of cars, trucks, and vans came flowing into the traditionally gated neighborhood. They were clearly not the vehicles of people who could afford the kinds of houses this community accommodated. In a chaotic series of maneuvers and tire screeches, they all pulled up to the curbs. A few even pulled up onto nearby lawns. And from them, a large crowd of people poured out.

Some of them were young, looking like they had come straight from the nearby college campus.

Some were older, ranging from middle age to elderly.

And some were wearing attire right out of a gay pride parade – something they had to know would piss off Judge Terrence and his wife even more.

A few even brought their own boom boxes playing vulgar music. It further added to the commotion that Jane and Law had created. And as they approached Judge Terrence’s house, they all began to strip naked. Some hadn’t even been wearing clothes when they got out of their cars.

“Is this where we protest?” asked a naked, elderly man waving a rainbow flag.

“I brought my vibrators and butt plugs! It damn well better be!” said a younger woman who had two handsome naked men walking beside her.

“Looks like someone already got the party started,” said another middle-aged man who noticed Jane and Law standing on the front lawn.

“Then, let’s step it up!” said an older naked woman walking next to him. “Let’s all join in the protest fucking!”

“Protest! Protest! Protest!” they all started chanting.

Jane and Law couldn’t stop smiling as more and more people joined them on the lawn. Some began going at it before they even got to the curb. One same-sex couple was already on the driveway, going at it doggy style and giving the finger to Judge Terrance and his wife. They were quickly joined by plenty of other couples – straight, gay, and everything in between.

Before they knew it, there was a full-blown orgy unfolding on Judge Terrence’s front lawn. And if the cops were on their way, they would definitely need more handcuffs and vans. Jane could already hear some sirens in the distance. She also heard house alarms going off throughout the neighborhood. But that did little to dampen her smile.

Looking back towards her boyfriend, who still had his arms snaked around her, she stood with him in triumph. The panicked cries of Judge Terrance and his bitch of a wife only added to it.

“Get the children! Shield their eyes! So much sex and nudity…it’s unholy!” the old woman cried out.

“To hell with the police! Call the National Guard! I want every one of these deviants rounded up!” Judge Terrence shouted.

Jane and Law laughed hysterically. More and more residents woke up over the decadent commission. Some nearby homes had their automatic sprinklers turn on. But rather than discourage the impassioned protesters, it just added to the spectacle. Some naked lovers ran through them gleefully and went at it in a wet, sexy heap until they were dirty and muddy. It was a glorious sight to behold.

“Looks like the automatic gates and alarms failed,” Law said. “More so than I thought.”

“Guess someone snipped a bunch of extra wires in a panic,” Jane said with fake ignorance.

“Guess so,” Law laughed. “It’ll delay the cops for a bit. It’ll probably invite some news crews too.”

“Yep! This dirty, sexy protest is going to make headlines everywhere. And we’re part of it!”

Jane said that with so much pride. And Law loved hearing it so much it turned him on. She could already feel a fresh erection pressing against her thigh. She hadn’t forgotten his desire to have more sex before all was said and done. Now that they were surrounded by so many other horny couples going at it, they could enjoy it in good company.

“And so long as we’re a part of it, what do you say we keep protesting?” Jane said, turning around and grasping his cock with one hand.

“Well, we’re already naked and surrounded by plenty of like-minded protesters,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I say let’s protest like hell!”

“In the name of life, liberty, and the rights these assholes want to take from us!”

“Fuck yeah!”

The following is a sexy short story about a sex robot, which I’ve done before. However, this is a different kind of story featuring a different kind of sex robot. When you read it, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!

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Her latest update finished downloading.

It had been overdue. This update facilitated her most recent analysis of emotional, physical, and interpersonal data from the past three weeks. The process involved a great deal of data processing, but it was nothing that Alle hadn’t done before.

Since her activation three years, four months, and fifteen days ago, she had become quite adept at this aspect of her purpose. Being a sex robot, tasked with providing intimate love to her companion, Trent Tillerson, it was a never-ending effort. But she regularly fulfilled that purpose in a manner she found satisfying.

“Processing complete. Initial role assessment highlights recent setbacks in treating prime companion psyche. But underlying intimacy efforts remain promising,” Alle said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes flickered and flashed upon completing the analysis. The hue of bluish light in her iris was the only clear indication that she was a robot and not an attractive young woman. That feature was standard for all sex robots made by Companion Robots Incorporated. Every other feature was tailored to the primary user, also known as their prime companion.

But Alle’s prime companion’s situation was more complicated. Her external appearance hadn’t been configured by Trent. Instead, his older brother, Jay, determined her appearance. Her memory banks even provided a record of the process. Gazing in the mirror, Alle recalled how Jay had fashioned her external flesh.

He gave her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and a very feminine figure. That figure emphasized extra curvy hips, breasts that were perfectly in proportion to those curves, and toned legs that exuded a distinctly feminine strength. While Alle didn’t have much say in her appearance, she’d come to appreciate it a great deal. It helped her fulfill her role. Even her artificial intelligence systems could appreciate such beauty.

“Supplemental note,” Alle said to her reflection. “Those efforts may have emphasized the physical aspects of my role.”

It was not a minor detail. Taking a step back, Alle recalled her most recent efforts. Her attire consisted only of black lace panties. In terms of regular clothing, it was among Trent’s favorite for her to wear. For days on end, she would only wear this particular garment. The only time she removed it was when she and Trent engaged in sexual intercourse.

Fulfilling that aspect of her role remained relatively easy. It was literally what she had been built for. But being a companion robot who emphasized emotional intimacy proved more challenging. That was a significant reason why her particular model incurred a larger cost, as Trent’s brother often reiterated during his irregular visits.

Officially, she was designated an Emotional Distress Alleviation Companion. Alle was simply the name Trent gave her upon activation. And shortly after identifying him as her primary companion, she determined that alleviating emotional distress was much more difficult than satisfying a man’s sexual desires.

Jay had laid out that task during her configuration. In doing so, he revealed sensitive information that she could not even share with the Companion Robots Incorporated database.

“Final note,” Alle said. “How does any companion alleviate such distress? To truly heal a lover so scarred by abuse?”

That was a detail that even the most advanced artificial intelligence systems struggled to process. It was also why Companion Robots Incorporated had resisted efforts to create such companions. But Jay decided to take a chance, going to great lengths to configure her systems to give his younger brother the care he needed.

And Trent Tillerson definitely needed both companionship and comfort.

As a child, Trent had been abused by both his parents. First, his father had been physically abusive, beating him regularly for the smallest of slights. Then, after his parents divorced, his mother became emotionally abusive, often projecting her disdain for his father onto him.

Jay, being the older brother, was better able to stand up to her. He might even be considered lucky, since he managed to run away and join the military as a teenager. But Trent remained trapped. And it didn’t get better as he got older.

As a teenager, he developed mental health issues that he attempted to medicate with drugs and alcohol. That got him expelled from school at age 17 and kicked out of his home. He was homeless for a while, but managed to get help from his brother, who’d put him in touch with a distant uncle. He’d gotten Trent into a trade school where he learned enough skills to become a contractor. That even helped him with his drug problem.

But just as he started functioning on his own, he found himself an abusive relationship with a woman he almost married. That woman, who was now in prison, exploited his various mental issues for her own benefit. That even extended to intimacy.

On multiple occasions, she forced Trent into sex acts that caused him physical pain. At one point, she nearly choked him to death. Had she not been arrested for assaulting an ex-lover, she might have done far worse.

“You need to help him. You need to be there for him,” Alle said out loud.

Those words were not just an extension of her programming. Trent’s brother said them to her face with immense worry and concern.

After his abusive fiancé went to prison, Trent fell into a dark depression. Jay, now out of the military and a successful consultant, sought to help his brother. He had a friend who worked at Companion Robots Incorporated and paid extra money out of his own pocket to configure her. He made sure she had everything she needed to achieve this task.

By most measurable factors, Alle had made progress. But in terms of less tangible data, there was room for improvement.

“I must step up my efforts,” she said, her now analysis complete.

Her eyes stopped flashing and she ventured out from the bathroom. In the undersized, one-bedroom apartment that Trent had lived in since parting ways with his ex, there was little space for elaborate efforts. But that didn’t stop Alle from carrying out her role.

It was two in the morning. Trent was in another restless, depressive state. He couldn’t sleep. His face and torso was covered in a cold sweat. His heart rate was elevated, his breathing was labored, and he struggled to get comfortable. She’d seen him venture from his bedroom a half-hour ago, groaning to himself and holding back sobs.

“Stop thinking about her. She didn’t love you,” he said in a low voice. “Stop thinking about her. She never loved you.”

Trent might have been referring to his mother or his ex. Both would’ve been understandable. Alle’s first recourse was to offer intimate companionship in the form of a sexual release. But she quickly calculated that would not be sufficient. If anything, it had become less and less effective over the past two months.

In order to fulfill her role, she needed to formulate a different recourse. Watching Trent slump on his couch, tensing as he often did when he was overwhelmed, caused Alle genuine sorrow. Even a sex robot understood such feelings. It was not mere data analysis. Being a companion meant both experiencing and understanding such emotions. That ultimately aided her in determining a new approach to fulfilling her role.

“Trent,” said Alle as she entered the living room, “you are in deep distress.”

“Not now, Alle,” Trent said, his face buried in his arms to hide his pain. “It’s late. I’m…not up for sex.”

“I know. And I apologize for my simplistic approach as of late. I now realize that my efforts at companionship have been inadequate.”

“You’re a sex robot. My brother bought you for me because he knows I suck at being alone. That, or he thought I’d just hook up with another abusive woman. Sad thing is, he might have been right either way.”

“It does not matter why your brother bought me for you. And it does not matter that I am a robot,” Alle retorted. “You are my companion. You are in distress. I wish to alleviate such feelings…in ways beyond sexual intercourse.”

She joined him on the couch, approaching him with he utmost care and affection. It was the complete antithesis with which his mother and ex-girlfriend confronted him. And once by his side, she leaned closer to him, offering a soft, loving embrace.

He didn’t accept it at first, choosing to turn away and hug his shoulders. But Alle didn’t push it. She just sat next to him, gazing at him with the concerned eyes of a loving companion. Eventually, he turned around and entered her grasp. Almost immediately, his sobs turned to cries, as though he’d been holding it in for too long.

“I hate it…feeling like this…being like this. I hate it!” Trent cried.

“Shh. It’s okay, Trent. It’s okay. I’m here for you,” Alle told him.

He cried harder, more pain and distress flowing with every sob. It was a very different kind of embrace from what Alle had experienced during sexual activity. This was not sexual, but it was still very intimate. It took her emotional processing capabilities into uncharted territory.

“What you feel…what I’m feeling…we share the burden together,” she said, her voice barley above a whisper.

“I…can’t handle that feeling,” Trent cried.

“I’m not sure I can, either. But…perhaps we can handle it together.”

Trent looked at her briefly, his face so disheveled and his eyes stained with tears. The way he looked at her implied that no woman – neither human nor sex robot – had ever offered such comfort. It seemed so foreign to him. At the same time, it seemed so necessary – like a basic need that he’d been denied all his life.

He slipped back into her embrace, sobbing hard into her shoulder. Alle just held him closely, her touch and her warmth giving him that need that he so deeply craved. For a while, his cries echoed with a lifetime of pain. But eventually, they softened, as if soothed by her affection.

Feeling that shift within him – sensing that lessening of deep distress – it evoked something within Alle’s emotional subsystems. She found herself smiling, but not as part of a pre-determined program. It was more akin to a real, emotional reaction.

This was not the feeling of a cold, unfeeling robot.

This was the feeling of a kind, caring companion.

“I’m sorry, Alle. I…don’t know if this is messing up your programming,” Trent said, trying to compose himself.

“There is no need to apologize,” Alle said, still smiling. “We are both dealing with unfamiliar situations. Mine just happens to be pre-programmed.”

“I just…I’m not used to anyone or anything caring for me,” he said, “not in a way that didn’t hurt like hell.”

“And I am not used to satisfying needs other than those pertaining to sex,” Alle said. “But I still intend to make the effort. And I hope you allow me the opportunity.”

Trent fell silent, parting somewhat from her embrace. Sitting next to her, her arms still draped around him, he caressed the side of her face. Even though her flesh was synthetic and her gaze hid her robotic nature, this deeply disturbed man looked at her as though she were the most important person in her life.

Again, her emotional processing capabilities were sent into overdrive. But again, it made her smile.

“I’d welcome that. I really would,” said Trent. “I just…might need some time.”

“I understand,” Alle replied, taking his hands in hers.

He managed a slight smile, despite his unshaven face being stained with tears. He then leaned in and kissed her softly. She kissed back. They had kissed before, but it had always been in a sexual manner. There was nothing sexual about this. It was just simple, comforting affection to a companion in need.

That somehow stabilized her emotional processing. It seemed to settle into an equilibrium of sorts, her sensory systems achieving harmony with her emotional systems. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one she enjoyed. And even though it lacked overt sexual connotations, it still triggered a response within her sexual physiology.

Alle could not determine whether this was an error or a result. But it felt both proper and appropriate. It led her to further refine her plan.

Her eyes flashed briefly as that plan gained form and substance within her code. Trent noticed it too and looked somewhat perplexed. But Alle kept smiling to alleviate any concerns.

“Is everything okay? Did I just cause an error?” Trent asked.

“No. Not at all,” said Alle. “But in the spirit of satisfying more needs, I’d like to try something. I believe it’ll help us both.”

“Um…okay,” he said. “I guess I should accept all the help I can get.”

“Only if you feel comfortable doing so,” she told him. “And this particular effort does involve sexual activity. Just not the kind we usually engage in.”

Trent paused briefly, still looking uncertain. His gaze wandered for a moment, as if to mull it over. He usually didn’t take long to accept or refuse sex. It also couldn’t have been lost on him that she was mostly naked, still wearing the same panties she’d worn all week. It certainly wasn’t lost on her that he only had a pair of pajama pants on. But such realizations were shallow in nature. What she had in mind went deeper.

Eventually, Trent sighed and faced her again. He’d come to his decision.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m already too awake and too restless to go back to sleep. I’ll take a chance on you.”

“Thank you, Trent,” Alle said. “I’ll do my best to make this worthwhile…for both of us.”

Her emotional cortex activated, familiar programs running with wholly new sub-routines. Feelings, both familiar and unfamiliar, overcame Alle as she continued to embrace her companion. From those feelings, a new desire emerged. And through that desire, a new recourse played out.

It began with a soft kiss on the lips, which Trent accepted and reciprocated. Along with this gesture, soft caressing ensued. She lightly pawed his exposed upper body, demonstrating a gentleness that contrasted significantly with the overtly sexual touching they had experience before. It seemed to put him at greater ease, allowing him to emerge from his distressed state.

Once he got sufficiently comfortable with their touching, Alle made the next move. She parted her lips from his, cast him a loving smile, and laid down on the couch.

“Please…lay on top of me,” she asked him.

“Should I…take my pants off?” he asked, still sounding restless and uncertain.

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Alle reply. “Do whatever is most comfortable for you.”

He still hesitated to respond. But her caring smile kept him from further distress. She sensed a great deal of unfamiliarity. It was likely that his ex-girlfriend rarely approached intimacy in such a way. Her memory banks contained some of the terrible details. She was so controlling and abusive of him, giving him little say in how their intimacy played out.

Such agency was still new to him, despite having his own robot companion. Trent hadn’t exercised it much since her activation. But he finally had a chance to embrace it more fully.

“In that case…” he said, before letting his words trail off.

He was already breathing hard as he shed his unwashed pajama pants, along with his underwear. Doing so, and doing it of his own volition, helped energize him – and not just emotionally. Alle saw some of that energy translate to sexual arousal. She watched his penis perk up noticeably, becoming half-erect far quicker than usual. By any measure, that was a promising sign.

“That’s right, Trent. Your desires matter. Your feelings matter,” Alle told him. “And I want you to share them with me.”

Hearing that, even from a female robot companion, overwhelmed him.

“That…shouldn’t sound so damn alien to me,” Trent said, not hiding his emotional frailty.

“It doesn’t matter how it sounds. What matters is how we channel it. I haven’t encouraged you to do so since my activation. Now, I’d like to change that.”

She cast him a welcoming grin, lightly parting her legs and gesturing towards him with her arms. It sent him a clear message – offering herself to him in a physical, emotional, and sexual manner. Such openness might have come easy for most men and women, but not someone like Trent.

Despite being overwhelmed on so many levels, he still accepted her invitation. Following his newfound energy, he got on top of her and let a flood of new desires guide him.

“Alle, I…I’m not sure,” he said, as if to warn her.

“Shhh. I’m here for you,” Alle whispered into his ear. “Just be with me…touch me…feel me.”

Those simple words did not offer clear instructions. But in this instance, that was neither necessary nor helpful. For this kind of intimacy, a less obvious approach was needed.

At first, Trent was erratic with his actions. He began by burying his face in her neck, grasping her breasts, and just savoring the warm touch of her naked flesh. Alle found herself purring in approval at his actions. He was a lot more energetic, compared to their usual sexual activities. And she continued to encourage him with gentle, caring caresses.

She trailed her soft hands over and around his back, ignoring the scars left by previous abuse.

She softly pressed her lips against his unshaven cheek, tasting her masculine flesh with her sensors.

Even though her tactile sensors hadn’t been upgraded, the sensations carried greater meaning than usual. It further excited her emotional cortex. It also evoked additional activity within her body, especially within the synthetic flesh around her genitals.

“Trent…I want you,” Alle told him. “My body…my feelings…my desire…I want to give it to you.”

Usually, she said such words with a distinctly sensual tone. It was among the most basic aspects of eliciting sexual intimacy from a companion. But this time, Alle carefully modulated her voice. Instead of sex, she emphasized a deeper connection – one not easily defined by programming and algorithms.

Trent ceased his touching and looked at her. In his gaze, she saw the signs of that connection deepening. She also saw the many signs of the damage he’d endured from a lifetime of abuse. But instead of focusing on the pain, he channeled his energy into something else.

“Lift up your hips,” he said to her softly.

Alle smile and nodded affectionately, doing so eagerly to further the emerging feeling. Trent then reached for her panties and slid them off, leaving her every bit as naked as him. And even though she had been naked in front of him many times before, this new feeling gave greater meaning to it.

Upon tossing her panties aside, a new sense of urgency came over Trent. Now looking at her nude form, lying before him with such wanting and care, he entered a new state of arousal. And it wasn’t just sexual.

His breathing deepened, his hands shook, and his penis became more erect than she’d ever seen it.

He almost looked hesitant to vent whatever had been brewing inside. But Alle just reached up and caressed the side of his face, encouraging him to follow this feeling with her

“Go on,” she said softly. “Do it.”

Those simple, kind words unleashed a flood of desire emotions from Trent. With an emotionally charged look on his face, he laid on top of her with the full weight of his body. Naked skin pressed down against naked skin as he crashed his lips against hers, drawing her into an energetic kiss the likes of which they’d never shared before.

Along with that kiss, Trent hungrily explored her naked skin with his hands, grasping her hips and tracing his fingers along her waist. In the process, he maneuvered his torso between her legs. On a pre-programmed instinct, Alle spread her thighs and bent her knees at just the right angle, giving her companion a clear path to her sex.

“I’m ready,” she managed to say through the heating kissing.

Trent answered with a determined grunt, echoing with a level of passion she had not yet seen in him. He then guided his body into the necessary alignment atop hers, the tip of his manhood now pressed up against the moist opening of her pussy. And with an assertive thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Trent…I feel it!” Alle gasped.

“Alle…” Trent said, his voice desperate with pent up emotions.

The flesh now entwined, their sex commenced.

Alle held on tightly as the inner folds of her vagina stretched to accommodate her companion’s penis. Once inside, a fury of sensual motions followed. Trent began working his body up and down hers, utilizing the leverage afforded by their position. Alle supplemented every motion with shifts and contortions, maximizing every thrust and deepening the hot feeling within.

Every sexual motion activated all the familiar sensors that had been built into her artificial flesh. It was the same kind of flesh that every sex robot utilized, be they male, female, or some other unique configuration. Those sensors provided streams of data into her sensory cortex, mimicking the various pleasures of sex.

Older models of sex robots merely mimicked the response.

Newer models like hers actually felt it.

Whether it came from traditional human flesh or the advanced sensors of a robot didn’t matter. The pleasure was the same from her perspective and her companion. That allowed them to share in the joys of sex. It also made for a more intimate experience overall. And that intimacy was the key to this feeling and this moment.

“My God…I want this. I need this!” Trent gasped, squeezing her hips harder as the pace intensified.

Something within his words and his tone caused Alle’s smile to widen. She even saw traces of tears in his eyes, as though he was experiencing truly fulfilling intimacy for the first time. It further affirmed how abusive his previous lover had been, both physically and emotionally. And it motivated her to make the extra effort.

“I’m here…for you…for us,” Alle whispered to him.

That evoked even more tears, as well as a fury of impassioned kisses. Their sex quickly became more chaotic and energetic. Together, their naked bodies rocked about the dirty couch. Their hands roaming wildly while the sinews of their naked skin meshed and grinded. Hot pleasures and hot touching compounded the overall feeling.

At times, Trent buried his face between her breasts, immersing himself in her cleavage.

At others, Alle shifted her legs and adjusted her body so they could do it at different angles.

At one point, he even held her up against the side of the couch so he could bounce her up and down his cock, tapping into a strength he rarely used in intimate moments.

Their sex took many forms – a far cry from the basic, mechanical kind of sex that most robot companions offered. This was unique to them. He enjoyed squeezing her hips and nibbling around her neck a certain way. She grew fond of holding onto his neck while he hammered away. She even came to enjoy the wet smacking sound of his pelvis clashing with hers.

It wasn’t just pleasurable and intimate. It was passionate and fun – an experience that tested the limits of her emotional cortex. Alle wasn’t even certain a robot companion could fully process such experiences. Whether it was due to her advanced programing or how she was configured, she still eagerly took it all in.

“Trent…my companion…my love,” Alle found herself saying.

It was not clear whether Trent heard those words. He was still too lost in the intensity of their sex. It played out longer than usual, as though he did not want it to end before these pent-up emotions came out in full.

Alle didn’t bother tracking the full duration of their sex. She just kept holding him, kissing him, and caressing him as they shared this feeling. Eventually, she saw the growing strain in his expression. He was close to climaxing. And he was ready to let it out.

“Alle…I’m close,” Trent told her.

“As am I,” she said lovingly.

“Please…ride me. Take me…the rest of the way.”

Now, she felt a sudden surge of energy. She’d trusted him so much with her body. Now, he was doing the same. It was so logical and fitting, both for the act and the emotions behind them. And like Trent, Alle sought to maximize the experience.

She adjusted their bodies quickly. Trent soon found himself in a sitting position while she straddled his lap, her knees firmly planted at each side. His cock was still deep inside her vagina, still throbbing in anticipation of his release. Within that hot union, Alle began rocking her hips and working her folds along his manly length. She did so with the same focused intensity that he’d demonstrated with her through the duration of their sex.

She maintained a firm grip on his neck every step of the way, both for leverage and to keep her gaze locked on his. He kept panting heavily as he looked back at her, caressing her face as he held on for that final push.

Robot companions were programmed to mimic the physical response of orgasm, as well as experience the pleasure through their sensory systems. Most of the time, it could be programmed to activate in conjunction with their companion’s release. It was more a physical queue than a real orgasm.

But this was different for Alle. There was no need for any queue or mimicry. She was going to have an orgasm alongside her companion. And it was going to be real.

“Ohhh Alle!”

Oohhh Trent!”

Their euphoric cries blended together in a perfect harmony. At that moment, their naked bodies converged in a wondrous release. And together, they soaked it all in. Whether it was data or fleshly sensations, it was still incredibly powerful.

Trent let out a long, masculine moan as he closed his eyes and squeezed her hips firmly. Inside her depths, Alle felt his manhood throb as he released a thick stream of seminal fluids into her depths. His release coincided with hers, her synthetic womanhood undergoing the same process as any flesh and blood woman. Everything from the contractions of her inner muscles to the hot rush of sensations that shot up through her core washed over her.

Alle had felt it before. Her own programming made clear that the orgasm a robot companion felt was as close to that of an ordinary woman. But the pleasure was only secondary this time. Like everything else in their sex, this had a greater meaning. What she just did with Trent went beyond a robot companion satisfying her companion’s sexual needs.

It meant something to her.

It meant something to him.

And the extent of their meaning was theirs and theirs alone to cherish.

“Alle…thank you,” Trent said breathlessly, tears still in his eyes as he held her closer.

“You are welcome, Trent,” Alle said. “I am happy to be your companion.”

“You’re more than that to me, Alle. Much more.”

Still short of breath, he smiled at her. And she smiled right back. Then, as their flesh parted, they shared a soft kiss.

Some robots were content to just be sexual companions.

But Alle had a greater purpose with Trent. And tonight, she could finally say she had fulfilled that purpose.

The following is a sexy short story I came up with on a hot summer day. Enjoy!

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Roderick “Rod” Nichols loved summer as much as the next teenager. Even though his parents made him work a summer job at his uncle’s gas station, he enjoyed the warm weather and lack of school. But recently, he gained another reason to love this time of year. And unlike high school, this reason could end up applying for years to come, long after graduating college.

That reason came courtesy of his girlfriend, Regina “Rina” Meyers. They’d met over the winter during a holiday festival near school. And things moved fast. Things moved very fast, in fact. Their respective parents called it teen puppy love, but Rod didn’t believe that. And neither did Rina.

They had something special. They were certain of that, even before the winter snow melted. Rod’s certainty only grew when he learned of a unique summer tradition that Rina had enjoyed since she was in middle school. She called it the window for enjoying her “summer pajamas.”

That was just her way of saying she slept fully nude. And of a couple of horny teenagers in love, that made balmy summer nights like this so enticing.

“I know you’re waiting for me, babe. Tonight is just too perfect,” Rod said under his breath as he approached Rina’s one-story house.

It was just past midnight and her street was dead quiet. Since it was less than two blocks from the gas station, he could walk there without drawing too much suspicion. As far as his parents knew, he was working a few extra hours. His uncle even covered for him, ensuring he and Rina could take advantage of this opportunity.

Still, Rod moved swiftly through the muggy night, carefully making his way towards the back yard. That involved hopping a fence, carefully stepping over the garden Rina’s mother tended, and arriving at the window on the west side of the house.

That was the window to Rina’s bedroom. And, whether by fluke or design, her room was at the far end of the house. That meant he could easily slip into the window while not alerting her parents. Tonight, that was even less a concern because her dad was working late and her mother was out of town. That meant they had the night to themselves.

“Rina,” Rod whispered, looking at the window, “I’m here.”

There was no response from the darkened window. But he knew she was there. The window was just slightly open. That was her signal to him that she was inside and ready for him.

Still wearing the same clothes he’d worn during his shift at the gas station, he carefully peaked through the window and into his girlfriend’s bedroom. Sure enough, she was there – and wearing those “summer pajamas,” no less. She didn’t even bother sleeping under the covers. There was just a light blanket covering half of her nude body. Naturally, he grinned at the beautiful sight.

“You and your summer pajamas,” he commented.

Still grinning, Rod carefully opened the door and slipped into the room. Even though her parents weren’t home, he was as quiet as could be. That was part of the thrill of nights like this. It got his heart racing and his blood flowing, especially to certain parts of his body.

That adrenaline kept him focused as he quietly closed the window behind him, slipped out of his greasy clothes, and approached the bed. Rina shifted slightly as he approached, sighing and turning over so that she faced away, which happened to give him a perfect glimpse of her butt in the process.

“She definitely did that on purpose,” Rod said under his breath.

She knew he was there. If the smell of his sweaty clothes didn’t give him away, his heavy breathing certainly did. He swore he saw her crack a smile when she turned over, as if she wasn’t some cute girl pretending to be asleep naked in her bed.

Hiding his lurid snicker, he stealthily joined her in her bed, curling up behind her so that his exposed skin made contact with hers. The sudden feeling of such intimate contact evoked a content purr from Rina, as though she hadn’t been expecting a warm body to join her in bed tonight.

“Are you awake?” Rod whispered into her ear, as though he didn’t already know.

“No,” she said incredulously. “I’m fast asleep. I’m even having this wonderful dream. This handsome, rugged guy just snuck through my window and slipped into my bed. He’s spooning me now. I can even feel his dick pressing against me. And I just happen to be very horny tonight.”

“Sounds like quite a dream,” he teased. “How do you want it to play out?”

“Hmm…don’t know. Guess that depends on how horny the handsome guy is.”

Rod snickered and teased her by lightly nibbling on her ear, something that always got her going. She let out a soft coo, her body shifting a bit to scoot closer to his. In the process, her butt rubbed right up against his penis, which got him semi-hard with unsurprising ease. She knew that got him going too. So, he returned the favor by slipping his hand around her from behind, reaching between her legs, and gently cupping the outer features of her pussy.

“Ooh!” Rina said with a louder coo. “He must be very horny too!”

“He must have been thinking about you and your summer pajamas all day,” Rod quipped.

Her cooing quickly turned into playful laughter. From there, there was no use keeping up the ruse. He was there, just as he’d promised. They were both naked in bed, each wearing their “summer pajamas” so to speak. Her parents weren’t home, meaning they could be less tactful than usual.

Summer was a great time of year for many reasons. Rod and Rina planned on giving themselves even more.

“Rod…take me,” Rina said through the gasps.

Like a good boyfriend, he answered her siren’s call. She turned over, doing away with the light blanket that had barely covered her body. They quickly came together in a passionate kiss, their naked bodies now enmeshed atop the undersized mattress. The kiss started soft, but quickly escalated. They went from lovingly making out to full-fledged foreplay.

Hands roamed wildly and freely. Rod traced a path up from her shapely hips to her well-developed breasts, making sure to give her nipples that slight squeeze that got her moaning for all the right reasons. Rina returned the favor by pawing his chest and tangling her legs with his, communicating her growing desire with every touch. Already, the heat of their bodies filled the room, mixing with the lingering summer air. And within this heat, Rod followed the full extent of his desires.

“Lie back,” he whispered into her ear, just as their make-out session got energetic.

Rina wordlessly complied, rolling right onto her back. He rolled with her so that he was on top, his masculine form hovering over hers. He continued kissing her for a while. Then, he began making his way down her body, shifting his hands to her thighs in the process. Just as his lips reached her abdomen, he pushed her legs apart so that he had full access to her womanhood.

“Now, I know I’m dreaming,” Rina said. “I swear my wonderful boyfriend is about to go down on me.”

“Just close your eyes,” Rod whispered. “Let this be a dream come true.”

She took his advice, grasping the sheets below her while he worked his magic. Like the wonderful boyfriend he was, he buried his face between her thighs and proceeded to give her oral sex. The sweet, intoxicating taste of her womanhood consumed him.

Rod learned early on in their relationship that he loved the taste of pussy. And Rina loved letting him gorge on her to his heart’s content. He quickly learned the intricacies of her anatomy, using his lips and tongue to hit all those special spots that got her feminine juices flowing. His efforts got her so wet and worked up, especially on nights like this. It also supplemented his own arousal, getting him fully erect and ready to give his girlfriend the lovemaking she deserved.

“So hot and wet,” Rod said after lapping up a trail of juices. “A perfect summer delight!”

“Mmhmm…beats the hell out any dream,” Rina moaned.

“And it gets better!”

Licking his lips in anticipation, the taste of her pussy still hanging strong, Rod got back on top of her. His love welcomed the weight of his naked body, wrapping her arms around his neck and hooking her legs around his waist. Their figures entwined, Rod grasped her hips for leverage and guided his throbbing member towards her entrance.

Then, with a firm thrust of his hips, he entered her. The smooth, silky feeling of their fleshly union washed over them, evoking the distinct gasps and moans of sex. From there, the summer heat gave way to impassioned inferno.

“Ohhh God!” Rina cried out in that heavenly voice.

“Rina…my love,” Rod said in a daze.

She closed her eyes and tightened her embrace on him. He buried his face in her naked, taking in that sweet feeling of her body embracing his. And through a potent blend of lust, love, and plenty more feelings that defied description, Rod made love to Rina.

He started slow and steady, moving their bodies at just the right pace to adjust to the feeling. They usually had to temper the energy of their sex, usually to keep themselves from making too much noise. But with Rina’s parents not home, they could be bolder. And, not knowing how many nights like this they’d get this summer, he and Rina took full advantage of it.

Harder and faster, Rod rocked his love’s world with each targeted thrust. The bed shook with each movement, the headboard banging up against the wall. Rina moaned louder with each fleshly slither, not even bothering to mute herself.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

Rod loved that noise. Hearing it was as much a delight as the hot touch of her naked flesh. It sent him deeper into that impassioned daze – one in which all thoughts, sensations, and emotions converged on this one intimate act.

It was an act made possible by a warm summer night and his girlfriend’s fondness of sleeping nude when it got hot. It had the qualities of reckless teenage lovers acting on raging hormones. But he and Rina knew it ran deeper than that. It didn’t just show in their willingness to sneak in on another’s room in the dead of night. It manifested perfectly within their sex.

“I love you, Rod,” she whispered into his ear. “I love being your girl…your lover…your everything.”

That loving sentiment she said mid-coitus wasn’t just a product of a horny woman overwhelmed by sex. The way she raked her fingers over his back, tracing along his sinews in just the right way, made his heart race with passion. It motivated him to pull out all the stops, making the most out of their bodily alignment to get her to that special place.

His efforts soon bore fruit. Eventually, he felt her body tremble – her inner muscles tightening while her gasps became more labored. She was getting close. She was about to climax.

“Ooh I’m close, Rod! I’m so…so close!” she gasped.

“Then, let me guide you…my love,” he said to her.

He stepped up his movements, rocking her body with their sex to carry her the rest of the way. At some point, she grasped his hands with hers, interlocked their fingers, and squeezed firmly as that powerful orgasmic feeling washed over her.

“Oohhh Rod!”

He cast her a beaming grin as the spectacle unfolded. Still squeezing her hands, he held Rina and watched her climax under her. It was such a beautiful sight, seeing her contort and writhe under him in the throughs of ecstasy. She was so animated when she came. She claimed she had always been like that since she discovered the joys of sex. At this point in their relationship, he believed her.

“I never get tired of seeing that,” he said to himself.

Rod ceased his movements, letting his love soak in every bit of the feeling. She kept holding him close, her legs still locked around his waist. He also used this as an opportunity to catch his breath. Because, knowing Rina, he had a good idea of what came next.

“Mmm…your turn, babe!” she said, her voice still drunk on ecstasy.

From there, a sudden surge of energy came over his girlfriend – energy that didn’t seem possible for someone who’d pretended to be asleep mere moments ago. But Rod didn’t fight it. He was happy to just keep grinning while his girlfriend grabbed his shoulders, kissed his lips, and repositioned their bodies.

The next thing he knew, he was the one on his back with Rina on top. Their flesh never parted, her tight inner folds still throbbing around his cock. She was now the one with all the leverage, straddling his waist and ready to ride him to paradise. She made good use of that leverage, but not before casting him a loving gaze.

“Now, let me make your dreams come true,” Rina said to him.

“You already have,” Rod replied.

“You know me. I like to overachieve!” she said seductively.

Rod laughed while his beautiful girlfriend worked her magic. With the same care and skill he’d shown her, she made love to him.

Still squeezing his hands, her knees and feet dug into the mattress, she worked her hips with an intensity not usually possible when her parents were home. Every gyration and undulation was so fervent, the wet folds of her vagina sliding smoothly along his length. She was so focused in her efforts, her sexy gaze narrowed on him as she pushed to bring him to the same ecstasy he’d given her.

It really did feel like a dream – a very sexy, erotic dream. He found himself squeezing her hands harder, if only to make sure this was real. He didn’t dare close his eyes, either – not wanting to wake up. Rod just held on and soaked in every feeling, letting their naked bodies move to the rhythm of sensations born from their sex.

And, just like her, she eventually brought him to that special place.

“Oh God! Rina, I…I’m gonna come! I’m…I’m gonna come!” Rod panted.

“Come, my dream lover. Come!” Rina urged him.

Her choice of words was so fitting. They echoed within his head as he reached that special threshold. His flesh burned and his heart raced, his mind becoming awash with orgasmic sensations. When it hit, he shot up, threw his arms around his love, and held her close for the coming rush.

“Rina!” he cried out.

In a culmination of so much passion and exertion, Rod came. It was so hot and intense – hardened manly flesh burning inside moist womanly depths. The feeling of their juices mixing within her womb added that uniquely intimate feeling. It was all that love and desire taking its final physical form – a tangible product of their love.

As Rod processed the ecstasy, a partial silence fell over the darkened room. Only their heavy breathing and beating hearts could be heard or felt. Before the full feeling passed, he and Rina met again in a soft kiss. And their lips remained entwined as they collapsed atop the bed together, their naked bodies now sweaty and disheveled.

“I love you,” Rod said to her when their lip finally parted.

“I know. I love you too,” Rina said.

“And I love your fondness for summer pajamas,” he added. “It’s enough to make a guy appreciate this time even more.”

“What can I say? I get hot easily,” she said with a playful shrug. “On top of that, it just makes things easier when the man I love wants to sneak over in the middle of the night.”

“That, it does,” Rod laughed. “Speaking of which, how much longer do you think we’ll have before I have to sneak out?”

She cast him another seductive grin. Rina had that glint in her eyes again. It was enough to make his manhood perk up again.

She knew as well as he did that this was a rare opportunity. Until they went to college and moved in together, they had to make the most of this – and not just in terms of how much noise they could make.

“We have more time than usual,” Rina told him. “So, get comfortable with those summer pajamas! Because with all this summer heat, I’m feeling extra restless tonight.”

The following is a sexy short story I came up with while in the shower. When you read it, you’ll probably understand why. Enjoy!

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“Ugh…what a day,” Marilyn Mitchell groaned to herself.

She must have said those words no fewer than ten times since leaving work. Her shift at the hospital had ended less than an hour ago, but it might as well have been a whole year. That was what every shift felt like these days. Being a nurse at a major hospital was difficult enough, but being one during a global pandemic was a special kind of hardship.

Nothing could’ve prepared Marylin for all this. Prior to March of 2020, she had settled into a stable routine. She knew she wanted to be a nurse back in middle school. Her Aunt Nancy had been a nurse. Her mother, who died of cancer when she was young, spent her final days in the care of dedicated nurses. She understood that the job came with challenges. Teachers and doctors constantly warned her that she would encounter death, disease, and gruesome injuries. She’d confronted all of that during her training and passed with flying colors.

But then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit. That brought her into uncharted territory. She thought she was tough enough to make it through this kind of crisis. Now, she questioned that assumption.

“So much death…so much suffering…so much anger, hate, and denial,” Marilyn mused as she drove through the dead of night. “How are we supposed to handle all this?”

She used to ask those questions with tears in her eyes. But after these past few months, she found herself unable to shed more than she already had. This past night had already drained her. The hospital recorded the most deaths in eight months. She and the other nurses had to stay three hours beyond their shift in order to help the staff carry dead bodies to the morgue. She hadn’t even been paid overtime for that. But that still wasn’t the hardest part.

Gripping the steering wheel of her car, Marilyn fumed as she drove down the vacant streets. It was two in the morning and she should’ve been too tried to be angry. But even in her current state, she fought to contain her rage.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” she mused. “We have vaccines. They’re free. They work. But all these people – these selfish, arrogant people – they just won’t get them. And then they blame people like me when they get sick!”

Marilyn muttered a long string of curses as she turned into her neighborhood. She kept replaying the worst parts of her day. Time and again, she encountered a very sick patient who had entered the final stages of COVID-19.

They were coughing uncontrollably.

They couldn’t breathe without help.

Their body was failing them with each passing moment.

And it all could’ve been avoided if they’d just gotten the damn vaccine. Even as Marilyn treated them, they tried to make excuses. She’d heard every last one of them, from crazy conspiracy theories to political rants. And when she explained to them what was happening due to their decision, they got so angry. They looked for someone to blame. But the only ones nearby were her and her fellow nurses.

A couple hours ago, this young man who couldn’t be older than her cussed her out for 20 minutes straight. He claimed she was killing him by trying to give him the medicine he needed to stay alive. He thrashed and kicked, hitting her right in the jaw at one point. He even tried to spit in her face, but was so weak he couldn’t.

Marilyn still treated him as best she could. Eventually, the man passed. Then, she had to tell the man’s family. And their response was to attack her with an empty bottle of hand sanitizer, claiming she’d murdered her son for government grant money. Even though they got arrested, the echoes of their words lingered.

“MURDERER! YOU AND ALL THE BIG PHARMA STOOGES KILLED MY SON! YOU KILLED MY SON!”

Marilyn pulled into the driveway of her home. Even after turning the engine off, she sat there in silence for a few moments. She just took deep breaths and sobbed until the angry voice passed. Once the echoes faded, she exited the car and entered her house.

The silence of her home was welcome. Not surprisingly, it was pitch black. Her husband of four years, Tyler, was nowhere to be seen. That was to be expected. His shift had ended eight hours ago. He worked as a mechanic for emergency vehicles. That was actually how they’d met. She’d been in the ambulance he rode in during his first week on the job.

Marilyn smiled at the memory, missing the days before the pandemic when things weren’t so dire. That was when two people could find each other while saving lives. She worried those days were long gone and would never return.

“If only…” she said with a sigh.

Setting her things aside and kicking off her shoes, Marilyn ventured upstairs. She moved quietly, so as not to wake her husband. She arrived at the door the master bedroom, which was already cracked open. Upon opening it carefully, she saw that her husband was fast asleep.

From the looks of it, he had a rough day too. He wasn’t even in his sleeping pants. If the strewn clothes on the floor were any indication, he’d just stripped down to his boxers and collapsed on bed the second he got home. Marilyn wondered just how bad it got, knowing how short-staffed they were with ambulance staff. She decided not to dwell.

“Tyler,” she said under her breath, “at least we share this burden together.”

Letting out another tired sigh, she made her way towards their shared bathroom. As much as Marilyn wanted to crawl into bed with him, she hadn’t bathed in over a day. On top of that, she reeked of death and medical waste. No matter how tired she was, she needed a shower.

She couldn’t strip out of her clothes fast enough. She didn’t even bother throwing them in the hamper. She just turned the shower on, waited for the water to warm up, and got in. As soon as the hot water hit her naked body, an overdue feeling of relaxation came over her.

“Finally,” Marilyn said. “That helps…to a point.”

For a while, she didn’t even begin washing herself. She just stood there under the hot torrent of water, letting it soak her from head to toe. It finally rid her of that grimy feeling that had followed her from the hospital. But she felt far from clean, let alone content.

A heavy tension lingered within her. Closing her eyes, Marilyn hugged her shoulders and tried to shut out the horrors of the past 24 hours. She kept seeing the faces of the sick and dying. She kept hearing their anguish and outrage. Instead of gratitude and understanding, her patients were so hostile and uncompromising. They didn’t think nurses and doctors were there to help them through this pandemic. They thought they were the cause of it.

Everything about it was absurd, not to mention insulting. Never before had she felt such hate and anger directed towards her. Marilyn had spent her entire adult life trying to help people and heal them in their time of need. Being resented for this effort was yet another painful side-effect of the COVID-19 pandemic. Sadly, there was no treatment for it.

“All the hate, anger, and death,” Marilyn mused, “I just don’t know if I can…”

Her words trailed off as she continued soaking. She must have stayed under the water for a good five minutes or so. She would’ve stood there much longer had she not felt a presence enter the shower.

“Hey. What some company?” asked a concerned voice.

Marilyn opened her eyes, jarred from her distressed state. She was so lost in thought that she hasn’t heard anyone enter the bathroom. But she quickly recognized the voice, as well as the touch.

It was Tyler. She would’ve recognized it, regardless of her current state.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

“I know that tone,” Tyler said. “Sounds like you need it more than usual.”

“Sometimes, I hate how perceptive you are.”

“Is this one of those times?”

“No. It’s not.”

He slipped in closer, wrapping his powerful arms around her from behind. Marilyn let out a soft sigh upon feeling his naked skin touch hers. The distinct, unmistakable sinews of his body meshed with hers. It was always so soothing and comforting. Tyler supplemented that feeling even more by lovingly grazing his hands over her torso, paying special attention to her hips, breasts, and neck. Even in her distressed state, his touch sent shivers coursing through her body.

It felt good.

It was just what she wanted.

I was just what she needed.

Her husband knew her body well. He also knew when she needed his love most. Tonight was definitely one of those nights.

“I take it you had a rough shift,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulders as she stood with him under the water.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Marylin said.

“Want to talk about it? Or just vent?”

“Don’t know. Do you want to hear about 25-year-old girl dying in my arms? All while cursing me out because I asked if she’d been vaccinated?”

“I’ll listen if that’ll help,” said Tyler.

“Even if it’s only the fifth worth thing I saw tonight?”

This time, he paused. Tyler knew better than most that nurses saw some awful stuff in the ER. Between the stories his mother told and the stories Marilyn had shared, what qualified as awful seemed to skew more with each passing year. And the COVID-19 pandemic had only skewed it even more.

Even so, that never stopped him from being there for her.

“The offer still stands,” he finally said. “I’ll risk it for you.”

Marilyn sighed, managing a half-smile. She finally turned around to face her lover. When she saw his concerned eyes, she sensed more worried than usual. She attempted to alleviate her husband’s concern, caressing his unshaven face and slipping deeper into his embrace.

“Just hold me, Tyler,” Marilyn said to him. “Stand here…and hold me.”

“I can do that too,” said Tyler with a weak smile.

A soft, yet comfortable silence came over them. He kept his arms securely around her, resting his chin on her shoulder again while the water poured over their naked bodies. Marylin just savored his warmth, placing her head up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat within the steamy environment.

Feeling his body, absorbing his love, and sharing this quiet moment stood in stark contrast to what she’d experienced mere hours ago. Instead of the deathly cold of the hospital, she was in this warm world of contentment. After another terrible day, surrounded by endless death, she was alive and well with the man she loved.

It was a prefect counter. On most nights after a hard shift, this was all Marilyn needed to reclaim her strength and soul. But this was different. Tonight, she needed something more than just a comforting embrace.

She subtly communicated that need to her lover. While in his arms, she began pawing his back, tracing paths with her fingers down the muscles she knew so well. She also gently rubbed her thigh up against his, making brief contact with his penis. Tyler definitely noticed that. Her gestures became even less subtle when she drew him into a soft kiss. At that point, he clearly got the message.

“Tyler…” Marilyn said as soon as their lips parted.

“Yes, love?” he said with an incredulous grin.

“I need you to do more than just hold me…a lot more.”

His grin widened and he caressed the side of her face. Regardless of the hour or the situation, Tyler was not the kind of man to leave his wife’s needs unmet.

“Yeah…I can do that too,” he said.

He kissed her again. This time, his embrace evolved into impassioned foreplay. He slipped his hands down to her lower body, reaching between her thighs to caress the outer areas of her sex. That sent more shivers through her body. Those sensations became even hotter when he slipped two fingers into her folds, carefully touching the areas he knew got her aroused.

That evoked a soft moan of arousal and contentment. She was already trembling in his grasp. But she didn’t make Tyler do all the work. She returned the favor by adding some foreplay of her own, kissing back with more tongue while rubbing her thigh against his groin even harder.

It wasn’t long before he was erect and she was moist. Hearts raced and breathing became ragged. The steamy environment helped create a uniquely sensual ambience. The need for physical relief mirrored the need for mental relief. And in Marilyn’s experience, making love to her husband was the best medicine any overworked nurse could ask for.

“Tyler…take me,” she gasped.

He answered with a determined grunt. That was his way of telling her to brace himself. Because she was about to get the kind of loving that only a dedicated husband could offer.

In a show of uncanny strength for this hour, he grasped her hips and guided her towards the far end of the shower. From there, he pinned Marilyn to the wall. The feeling of cold linoleum against her back helped build the anticipation. Now holding onto his arms for leverage, she gazed lovingly at him as he lifted her leg and positioned himself at just the right angle.

Like a reflex or a carefully honed skill, Tyler guided his hips towards her until the tip of his cock pressed up against her outer folds. A careful maneuver followed, his hard manly flesh penetrating her moist womanly depths. From there, their bodies and their desires did the rest. And they began making love.

“Oh my God!” Marilyn gasped. “Yes…that’s it. That’s what I need.”

“Mmm…and I love giving it to you,” Tyler grunted.

He hastened his movements, getting in closer to maximize the body contact in between thrusts. Marilyn’s gasps and moans intensified. She clung harder to his arms and buried her face in his shoulder, focusing on every wondrous sensation that followed.

Together, their naked bodies moved and jived, flesh complementing flesh with every motion. The pace wasn’t too fast or chaotic. That wasn’t her and Tyler’s style. Given the nature of their works, they had always favored the steadier, smoother brand of sex. There was a time and a place for a rowdy romp. This wasn’t it. This was the time for tender, caring lovemaking.

“Love…emboldens life,” Marilyn found herself saying repeatedly.

The same mantra that her hospital had preached to a whole new meaning. Before long, it had just been a slogan meant to offer strength in the face of hardship. Now, in the throughs of passion, it carried even greater weight.

She and Tyler continued making love, even as hot steam filled their bathroom. Their bodies slick with moisture, every movement seemed so effortless. From the way their naked skin grinded to the smooth slithering of his manhood inside her womanhood, it all felt so wonderfully intimate. It brought Marilyn to a much better place, mentally and physically, than she’d been earlier that night.

Eventually, the succession of sensual sensations escalated. The internal and external feelings of sex sent Marilyn down the path of orgasm. Even in her stressful state, the feeling built up inside her. It also helped that Tyler knew all her little quirks. From how he nibbled around her neck to how he angled his thrusts, he hit all the right spots.

At some point in their lovemaking, he pulled away and turned her around so that she was pressed up against the wall, her perky butt facing him while he stood behind her. From there, Tyler thrust back into her and stepped up the pace even more. The wet smacking sound of his pelvis colliding against her butt echoed throughout the bathroom. He even reached around and used his fingers to stimulate her clit, giving her an even greater boost in her journey to ecstasy.

“Tyler! Ooh Tyler! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Marilyn gasped.

“Me too, my love. Me too,” he gasped, leaning in to whisper directly into her ear.

His deep, loving voice helped her complete the journey. Like arriving atop the summit of a mountain, she took that final step. From there, her world became awash with the raw ecstasy of their love.

“Ohhhh yes!”

Marilyn’s euphoric cry filled the bathroom as the orgasmic rush washed over her. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and raked her nails down the walls of the bathroom. Hot waves of pleasure surged through her, the inner muscles of her vagina contracting around her lover’s flesh. It manifested so beautifully, her body under the weight of such pleasure. It was so intense that she almost didn’t sense when Tyler came too.

“Marilyn…oh God!” he gasped.

His moans weren’t quite as loud, but every bit as intense. He tightened his grip on her hip, leaning over and placing another hand atop hers. As he climaxed, he interlocked their fingers and squeezed her hand, holding on as he got his sweet release.

Marilyn grinned widely as she took in that hot, intimate sensation. She could actually sense his penis throbbing inside her as his manly fluids mixed with her juices. Along with the surge of pleasure, it gave form and substance to their love.

“I love you,” said Tyler, still whispering into her ear.

“I love you too,” said Marilyn. “Thank you…for helping me heal.”

“You heal others. I heal you. Remember?”

“Mmm…thanks for reminding me.”

As they caught their breath, Tyler withdrew from her so that she could turn around and return to his embrace. He eagerly held her close, drawing her back under the pouring torrent of water. Once there, they met in another soft kiss to complete their lovemaking.

Through a shared effort, they created this amazing feeling. And after a night of immense hardship and heavy losses, it wasn’t just what she needed. It was what this world needed, now more than ever.