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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.

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after reading some stories about being a bouncer at a strip club on Reddit. Some were funny. Some were disturbing. With this story, I just want it to be sexy as hell. Enjoy!

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“Last call, ladies! Suit up, sober up, and go home! We’re closing!”

That same mantra played out every night at the Exposé Gentleman’s Club at around the same time. Timothy “Titty Tim” Staggbern made that announcement from the DJ booth, much to the chagrin of the remaining patrons lingering near the stage. At this hour, only the drunks, perverts, and stalkers with disposable income remained. That often made closing a bit of a challenge.

But Annabelle Aspen – better known by her stage name, Carlie Minx – didn’t shy away from that challenge. She volunteered to be the last girl on stage that night, doing what she did best on the brass stripper pole on the main stage. She’d been dancing, twirling, and shaking her heart-shaped ass for several songs now, giving some of the other girls time to slip out or finish their private dances.

“Take one last look at the famous Carlie Minx, gentleman,” said Titty Tim. “She’s done for the night and so are we.”

“Oh come on! She hasn’t even taken her thong off!” whined one of the patrons, who’d tried tipping her with a twenty.

“Sorry pal! You’ll have to come back another time if you want to see her cooch.”

The man still protested. A few others lingered near the stage, watching hypnotically as Anna shook her thong-clad ass at them. She could tell these men wanted more. One of them had already tried to get her to leave the club to go home with him. She’d politely refused. Exposé Gentleman’s Club had strict rules about that sort of thing and she wasn’t about to test them.

That was almost ironic because following rules hadn’t been Anna’s strong suit for much of her early life. She’d come from a comfortable upper-middle class neighborhood where following the rules was expected. Everyone from her parents to the homeowners association made those expectations abundantly clear. And while her older brother and two sisters gladly followed, Anna chose another path.

From a young age, she’d always been adventurous. She went off to places she wasn’t supposed to be, made friends with people she wasn’t supposed to befriend, and did things she wasn’t supposed to do. It got her into plenty of trouble, but it also gave her a rush that obeying the rules never gave her.

Then, she hit puberty and discovered sex. And she quickly learned she really liked sex.

“This job is so much easier when you look good and love sex as much as I do,” Anna said to herself as she finished her dance.

More men cheered and howled. But the bouncers had already sprung into action. Those who wouldn’t leave, even after the music stopped playing, were escorted out. Anna always appreciated that added bit of security. She could’ve used more of than in her youth.

There was no getting around it. She had been a real slut in high school. At one point, some of her peers called her the blonde minx. She’d flirt, seduce, and hump anyone she found cute, even if it meant breaking a few rules. It certainly helped that she’d been born with a sexy body, courtesy of her mother’s cheerleading days. It also helped that she was a lot more willing to take chances in an environment where too many people got comfortable with the mundane.

It led to many hook-ups and decadence. Once she left for college, it only escalated. Her fondness for sex complemented her adventurous spirit in so many ways. While that didn’t make her becoming a stripper inevitable, it did make it more likely.

“Your done, Carlie!” said Tim. “Cover those tits up so we can get outta here.”

“Now, that’s a sentence I rarely hear,” Anna joked as she picked up her top.

“Shut up and get moving. You’re making it harder on the bouncers.”

Anna rolled her eyes while everyone filed out of the club. She still lingered on stage, cleaning the pull and gathering up her tips for the night. It had been productive. She’d made more than enough to cover her rent for the month. She was one of the club’s top girls. She could get away with overcharging men for lap dances, private dances, and whatever extras she could negotiate.

The manager and the other girls didn’t always like that. But that was what separated regular strippers from the true professionals.

“Another night…another round profitable decadence,” Anna said with a sigh.

As she stashed her crumpled bills into her purse, she watched the club clear out. She figured most of the girls had already left, if only to avoid any lingering perverts trying to get with them in private. The bouncers at the rear exit usually took care of them. The bar staff and servers were already on their way, too. Many looked tired and drained. Working this late wasn’t for everyone. But Anna had always been a bit of a night owl. This was often when she did her best work.

However, Anna had another major reason for lingering about. And that reason was helping to evict the last patron, who was being drunk and unreasonable.

“Aw come on!” the man said. “I want to stay with Carlie tonight!”

“Sorry, sir. But we’re closing. And Carlie isn’t accepting any more admirers,” said a firm, authoritative tone.

“Bullshit! I’ve got money!” the man shouted in a slurred voice. “Just give me a few more minutes! I swear I can…”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish. He’d just broken a major rule by shoving past the bouncer and making his way back to the stage. Anna saw him coming towards her. She saw a lecherous look in his eye. Some of it was fueled by alcohol. But most of it was that unhealthy level of infatuation that separated paying customers from dangerous threats.

“Big mistake, asshole!” the same bouncer shouted.

Before the drunk could even get halfway towards the stage, the bouncer tackled him from behind and pinned him to the floor. He attempted to fight back, but he didn’t stand a chance. This bouncer wasn’t just some muscle-bound meathead. He was a former marine, having served multiple tours overseas and dealt with people far more dangerous than an obsessive drunk. And he didn’t hesitate to send a message.

“Ahhh! My nose! I think you broke my nose!” the drunk cried out.

“You broke the rules,” the bouncer replied. “Consider us even.”

The man kept on protesting, even as another bouncer came by to pick him up. It was a good thing too. If left alone, the man who’d tackled the drunk would’ve done serious damage. Anna knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. She knew because that bouncer happened to be Hector “Heck” Glassman. He wasn’t just Exposé Gentleman’s Club’s best bouncer. He was also her lover.

“Thank you,” Anna mouthed with a grateful grin.

Hector didn’t crack a smile. He just nodded, still in full bouncer mode. He was still on the clock. And he was so disciplined in his role that he didn’t dare break from it until the job was done. Even though Anna had played fast and loose over the years with rules, she admired that about him. It was part of what drew her to him.

“Don’t worry about that creep anymore, Carlie. He’s officially banned,” said Titty Tim before leaving through the back.

“I’m not worried,” Anna said, still grinning at her protective lover.

“Well, take that worry-free ass to the back. This place is going dark in a half-hour.”

Titty Tim yawned flipping the lights off near the bar, looking ready to go home and crash. On most nights, Anna would follow close behind. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was going to break another rule, albeit a small one. And she was going to do it with the help of her disciplined bouncer boyfriend.

“A half-hour…should give us plenty of time!”

With a mischievous grin, she slipped off the stage and made her way towards the back. But rather than follow Tim, she slipped into the hall that led to the private rooms. Before she did, she cast a suggestive glance towards Hector, who was finishing up with the other bouncers. They were locking the doors and securing the area, as they did every night. But when he saw her, he just nodded again.

He knew what she was doing. And as soon as his co-workers were done, he started heading her way.

“We’re done here, guys,” Hector told the other bouncers. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Night, Heck!” said one of his co-workers.

“Don’t stay out too late. Even your uptight ass needs rest!” said another.

He barely acknowledged their remarks. The other men just shrugged and made their leave. They were all tough, well-built men who dealt with plenty of rowdy customers. But event they got intimidated by Hector on a regular basis. He was just that tough. He could scare people into submission with his presence alone.

But Anna wasn’t scared. She’d met plenty of scary men, including a few who tried to get into her pants – and not always with her consent. She knew how to deal with them. But she sensed something different in Hector. She dared to connect with him when others were too scared or hesitant. That connection ultimately blossomed into something so much more.

“If only they knew,” Anna mused.

Once Hector caught up with her, she latched onto his muscular arm and led him into one of the private rooms. Some called them “the champagne rooms.” This was where the rules at Exposé Gentleman’s Club, as well as the laws.

It was where strippers gave paying patrons private dances. What happened during those dances varied. Some dancers never went beyond a certain point. Others knew how to tactfully negotiate extra activities, including intimate touching and full-blown sex. When Anna first started, she’d learned how to work around the rules and laws to earn extra money. But once Hector entered the picture, things changed.

She now had a new set of rules to follow. And this time, she didn’t mind following them to the letter.

“Finally!” she said to him as they entered the room and closed the door behind them. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

“I know. It showed in your dancing,” Hector said.

“You watched? I thought bouncers weren’t allowed to watch,” she teased.

“We’re allowed. We’re just discouraged. And as a general rule, I don’t watch. But when you’re on stage…”

He let his words trail off. His deep tone and light embrace told her the rest. She smiled at him as they sat at the oversized booth. This particular private room had a large, circular couch. It was built with stripping and lap dances in mind. She’d used it many times before with paying customers, some of which offered her a lot of money to do more than just dance naked.

She refused every one of them. In her more promiscuous past, she would’ve jumped at the chance. But Hector gave her a reason to save her sexual energy for later. Now, after spending hours dancing and stripping for horny customers, she was ready to do something with it.

“Shut up and kiss me!” Anna said.

Now sitting atop the plush seat, he gladly obliged. She got onto his lap, snaked her arms around his neck, and joined her lover in a deep kiss. There was no music, no negotiation, and no elaborate show. There was just her, Annabelle Aspen and Hector Glassman, alone together and in need of expressing their love.

When their lips touched, a different feeling came over Anna. This wasn’t some sleezy degenerate, paying for the privilege to kiss her. This wasn’t some lonely guy who just longed for her intimate company, either. Hector knew her, understood her, and embraced her without condition. And she knew him, both intimately and personally.

That made his every touch more powerful. The feeling went beyond her heart and her libido. But on a night like this, Anna craved the totality of his love.

“Please…hold me close,” she whispered to him seductively, yet affectionately.

Hector answered with another deep grunt. Again, no words were necessary. He could convey all the necessary sentiment with his tone and touch. The way he tenderly kissed her lips, caressed her hips, and stroked her cheek told Anna he knew what she needed. And he was going to give it to her.

She could already feel a growing bulge in his pants, protruding through his tight black pants and pressing against her inner thighs. But unlike every guy who’d overpaid for a lap dance, there was no watching the clock or waiting for the end of a song. She and Hector just kissed, embraced, and held each other, going at their own pace and on their own time. After another night of following the strict rules of the Exposé Gentleman’s Club, it was nothing short of liberating.

“Oh Anna…” gasped Hector, his words thick with longing and desire.

Hearing those words made her heart skip a bit while also fueling the heat between her legs. But the arousal remained secondary to the gestures. Through the heated kissing, Hector felt up her feminine curves with his powerful hands. Anna responded by grinding her pelvis again his while pawing his chest, touching him with an honest desire that she never gave to a client.

Such affectionate tenderness was a welcome counter to the erotic spectacle that Anna had put on that night. With no loud music playing in the background, they could focus only on each other. This tender make-out session, coupled with shared foreplay, got their bodies and their desires in synch. It was another key distinction between Hector and the men who stuffed money into her G-string. He cared about making this enjoyable for her. That just made her love him even more.

Eventually, they got to a point where a tender embrace just wasn’t going to cut it. Anna craved his sex and Hector craved hers. And with the club closed and the rules no longer in place, they could do it their way.

With that liberating sentiment in mind, Anna finally broke the kiss and whispered into his ear.

“Sit back,” she told him. “Let me make you feel great.”

“As you wish, my love,” he said in his deep, masculine voice.

A new sensual spirit came over her. It was not unlike the feeling she got on stage while stripping and dancing. But this time was different. This was more personal and intimate. And she reserved it only for very special, very deserving men.

Following that spirit, she dropped to her knees while Hector leaned back, resting his arms atop the seat. Once in position, she went right for his pants, undoing them swiftly and tugging them down his hips to free his throbbing manhood. When that big piece of man-flesh popped out, Anna shot him a beaming grin.

“I missed this wonderful dick,” Anna said while looking up at him. “No matter how many I see, yours is still my favorite.”

On his stoic face, a similar grin formed. And it only widened as she pulled his pants down further, gripped his fleshy rod in both hands, and licked along the base. That earned her another deep grunt and an affectionate glance.

“You’re good at putting on a show. But you’re even sexier when you’re honest,” Hector told her.

“That’s because it’s true,” said Anna, “so beautifully true.”

Dazed by arousal and passion, she focused her energy on her lover’s member. With raw, unfiltered desire, she took his length between her lips and proceeded to give him oral sex. There was no hesitation, negotiation, or special technique. She just sucked, licked, and slurped along his length, savoring the taste of his endowment and listening to his manly grunts.

“Oh Anna…” gasped Hector.

Again, his tone said more than his words, conveying all the necessary sentiment. That only encouraged Anna to go harder, working her lips along his length and bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. His breathing sharpened and his member throbbed between her lips, his growing enjoyment showing in every reaction.

He kept his gaze locked on her, still grinning as he softly ran her fingers through her hair. He didn’t grasp the side of her head or demand that she suck it harder. Hector just let her go at her own pace, trusting her to know what he liked and what worked best for her. It was the kind of trust that just wasn’t possible between stripper and client. This was something only lovers could share.

That didn’t stop her from being playful. While she showed off her oral sex talents, she skillfully undid her top and let it fall to the floor. As soon as her voluptuous breasts came tumbling out, she put them to work, shoving his member between her mounds and mashing them together in a wonderfully sexy display.

“Ooh! You’re as skilled with your breasts as you are your lips,” Hector told her.

“And I gladly reserve the best of that skill for you,” Anna said proudly.

“Do your clients know that?”

“They don’t. And they never will!”

She went back to sucking him off, but kept using her breasts to supplement her efforts. It kept her lover from asking any further questions. He just leaned back further on his seat, enjoying the hot feeling that followed. It was so hot that he began unbuttoning his shirt. The club was always a bit muggy at this hour. But Anna didn’t mind. Seeing her lover’s chiseled upper body just got her even more excited.

But that excitement quickly manifested in more arousal between her legs. Lovers or not, the taste of his manly flesh stirred in Anna a more basic desire. As much as she loved this man, she hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed sex. Even after a night of dancing naked in front of a bunch of horny strangers, she still got wet with this man. That was just another way she knew he was special.

After giving his manhood one final lick, she looked up him with longing eyes.

“Hector…I’m ready for you,” Anna told him.

Hector didn’t say a word. He had never been big on words. Being a bouncer and a former soldier, he let his actions do most of the talking. And this was no exception.

Like a man on a mission, he guided her back to her feet. Then, he took her in his powerful arms once more, laid her down atop the oversized seat, and reached for her G-string. Anna eagerly lifted her hips, allowing him to get it off with ease. She even kicked off her heels. If she was going to make love to this man, she had to shed every trace of her stripper persona.

This was an act between Annabelle Aspen and Hector Glassman, not Carlie Minx and Heck.

“Please…take me,” Anna beckoned.

Again, Hector responded with actions rather than words. Once her panties and heels were discarded, he did the same with his pants. He then got on top of her, his imposing manly form completely subsuming her entire world. But Anna welcomed it, eagerly spreading her legs and wrapping them around her waist. She then grasped onto his shoulder, their eyes locked as their bodies aligned themselves for the coming act.

The moment finally came. Her powerful lover moved his lower body forward, entering her moist folds with his rigid member. That sweet feeling of hard penetration followed.

“Ohhh Hector!” Anna exclaimed.

“Anna…” was all he said.

Hearing him say her name still made her heart skip a beat. It was so fitting. Everyone else in the club knew her as Carlie. And whenever she was with a client, he yelled that name, whether she was getting him off or just giving him a lap dance. It never had the same effect as this, hearing her lover say her real name during sex.

Not much else was said as their lovemaking commenced. Hector kept it simple, working his hips and grinding his upper body against hers in a succession of hard, yet loving thrusts. It was simple missionary style sex, a far cry from the various kinky acts Anna had shared with past clients and partners. But there was something oddly fulfilling about making love in a way so simple and direct.

As their naked bodies undulated to the rhythm of their sex, Hector leaned his forehead against hers, their eyes locked as their gasped and grunted to every impassioned exertion.

That was something else distinct to making love to Hector. She never closed her eyes, as she often did with other clients and partners. She didn’t have to imagine that she was having sex with a better, more attractive man. She was already with that man. That made every blissful sensations more rewarding.

“Yes!” Anna gasped. “Take me…love me…hold me.”

Her soft words prompted Hector to step up his efforts. He shifted his grip to her thighs, parted her legs further, and intensified the pace of their sex. Anna moaned joyously, digging her nails into his shoulders and writhing under him as his pelvis smacked against her in conjunction with each motion. He further supplemented each movement by leaning in, kissing down her neck, and nibbling in that area just below her earlobe.

He knew that drove her wild.

He knew that made her squeal with delight.

He also knew that hastened her journey towards orgasmic bliss.

That was what a good lover did. They knew their partner’s body and made use of that knowledge at every turn. No matter how promiscuous or experienced one lover might have been, that intimate approach was the difference between a casual romp and full-blown lovemaking.

“Ooh Hector! Just like that! Just like that!” Anna exclaimed.

“Anna…I love making you moan,” Hector said right into her ear.

“Mmm…and I love rewarding you!”

Never one to have her lover do all the work, Anna made use of her intimate knowledge. She dug the balls of her feet into his lower back each time he thrust into her. She knew how much he loved that. She also trailed her fingers down his back muscles, tracing a special path that always evoked an extra grunt of approval.

Encouraged and impassioned, she and Hector grew more playful with their lovemaking. They didn’t just stay in one position. As much fun as basic missionary was, they still mixed things up. At one point, he held her up in his powerful arms and bounced her up and down his cock, really penetrating deep into her vagina depths. That was fun, as well as a nice show of strength.

At another, she sat him down again and straddled his lap while riding him hard, showing that she too had strong lower body strength. Hector certainly appreciated. It also allowed him to fondle her bouncing breasts as she worked her hips.

The booth might have been confined, but they made the most of it. And with no songs playing and no time to keep track of, she and Hector could draw out their lovemaking as long as they desired. There was no urgency or limitation. They didn’t go too hard or fast, feeling like they had to get off after a certain amount of time. They just went at it in whatever position they fancied, guiding one another towards that special ecstasy that they had come to cherish.

Losing track of time was the best part of their lovemaking. But even with their fit bodies, their stamina was limited. Eventually, she and Hector had one another on the brink. She was clinging to his neck while he was squeezing her butt, grunting harder as their hips gyrated together in a final push. She could see in his sweat-covered face that he was close. And she could feel within her core a special pleasure brewing.

“I’m close, Anna!” Hector said. “I’m real…real close!”

“Me too, love!” Anna exclaimed. “I’m so close! I’m gonna come! I…oohhhh God!”

Her words were cut off by the sweet songs of ecstasy, both hers and Hector’s. She couldn’t tell if their orgasms hit simultaneously. But that didn’t matter. It was more than close enough to complement their love.

Anna felt it hit hard, washing over her like a surge of warmth. She curled her toes and squeezed her lover’s wrists with hers, her lower body tensing in conjunction with the hard contractions of her inner muscles. It hit Hector just as hard. She could see it as his expression went from strain to satisfaction, his grip on her holding firm as his cock throbbed inside her tight folds.

Together, they savored the euphoric rush as their hot fluids mixed within her, the pure manifestation of their sex converging inside her. Anna had always loved that feeling. She’d only dared have unprotected sex with a handful of men. Hector was one of the few who knew that special feeling with her. And he cherished it just as much as she cherished her.

“I love you, Anna,” he said to her, breathless and dazed.

“I love you too, Hector,” she told him, “my wonderful bouncer boyfriend.”

He cast her another loving grin, even as the orgasmic rush lingered between them. Anna drew him into another kiss. Hector eagerly met her gesture, their lips touching with that special tenderness that went beyond the sex.

Together, they lingered in their affectionate entwinement. As a welcome afterglow came over them, they settled into a lighter embrace. His flesh withdrew from hers and their lips parted. They soon found themselves just sitting slouched in the booth. Anna remained curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder while kept his arm draped around her waist.

A peaceful silence fell between them – a stark contrast from the loud music and cheering that usually dominated the club. It used to bother her, the quiet calm that often came after sex. But with Hector, she’d come to cherish it, as well as appreciate the igorny.

“It’s funny, you know?” Anna mused openly.

“What is?” Hector asked.

“How a girl like me – a self-proclaimed party girl slut, who also strips for a living – can appreciate comfortable silence like this.”

Hector paused for a moment. Then, he snickered and held her closer

“You’re right. That is funny,” he said, “almost as funny as an ex-marine bouncer can appreciate it too.”

“Does that make us weird?” she asked.

“Nah. I think it just means we appreciate balance. Whether you’re a slut, a soldier, or something else entirely…we all need balance in our lives. And if making love in a quiet strip club after hours gives us that…so be it.”

They laughed again and shared another kiss. Eventually, they would have to get dressed and leave the club so that the cleaning staff could take over. In a couple nights, she would be back on stage stripping and dancing. And he would be manning his post, dealing with rowdy customers.

It was a strange, lurid life. But having found love through that life, it was still uniquely satisfying.