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How AI Companions Can Be Helpful AND Harmful

It is not easy finding that special someone. It never has been, even if you’re rich, beautiful, and have strong social skills. Every generation encounters new challenges in their pursuit of love and companionship. I know I have. I’ve even shared some of those struggles before.

At the moment, I have not found that special someone. I am single, I live alone, and I currently have no romantic prospects of any kind. I’m honestly not even sure where to begin at this point in my life. Nearly everyone else in my immediate family has settled down and started having kids. I am very much behind the curve in that regard.

However, there are some individuals who are in an even tougher situation. I know I am lucky in many regards. I own my own home. I own my own car. I’m never behind on my bills or anything. But there are plenty of men and women my age who have none of that. Some of the people I went to college with are still stuck in debt and can’t even afford to pursue a serious relationship.

In that sense, I don’t blame anyone for seeking other forms of companionship. Loneliness really does suck. It is objectively bad for your health. While it has become a hot topic, even in political fields, it has also led to some controversial trends. And among the most contentious involves people seeking AI companions.

Now, before I go any further, I want to make clear that I am somewhat reluctant to talk about this. While I’m usually up for any discussions about artificial intelligence, especially with how it may affect our love lives, this one specific aspect of AI is riddled with complications.

On one hand, there’s the general stigma. Most AI companions, such as Replika, are essentially idealized avatars of whatever kind of companion the user wants. If a man wants an AI girlfriend to look like a porn star and have hair like a girl from his favorite fantasy anime, he can have that and the personality to match. And while that is appealing, as a product, it still carries a stigma with it.

Men like this who use AI companions aren’t seen in a very sympathetic light. They’re more likely to be seen as examples of toxic male behavior. They’re not just lonely and in need of companionship. They’re seen as perverts who prefer a girlfriend that they can turn off, manipulate, or control in whatever way they please.

And make no mistake, there are men who treat their AI companions like that. They’re not all that subtle about it, either. But most of these men were shallow, crass, and crude before the advent of AI companions. They would’ve been that way regardless of whether or not this technology existed. There have always been men like that. And there always will be to some extent.

But there’s also a double standard at work with these men. Because there are AI companions for women too. They’re every bit as available as the ones men use. They just don’t get as much scrutiny and don’t carry as much stigma. If a woman were to create an AI companion to resemble their favorite male celebrity, chances are they won’t be stigmatized as much as their male counterparts.

Some may see this as concerning, thinking the woman must have issues if she was resorting to AI companions. But she would certainly garner less stigma than the man.

I would still argue there are women out there who seek AI companions for the same reason as men. They’ll even mold avatars meant to resemble the sexiest, most attractive figure they can conjure. I don’t claim to know how common it is, but I don’t doubt this exists.

Even with that kind of shallow use of this technology, I think it’s much more common that these users are just lonely. They seek companionship the same way most humans seek companionship. Even if there are plenty of people to interact with, AI companions help fill a particular need. That’s really all there is to it.

That’s not to say that AI companions are harmless. I strongly believe they can be. It just depends on the user and how they go about interacting with these AI systems.

If someone is manipulative, controlling, abusive, and self-centered, then having an AI companion that they can mold to their whims is not going to temper those tendencies. More than likely, they’ll get much worse. They’ll basically set a standard for the user that conditions them to expect certain qualities in a companion. And since real people can’t be molded, manipulated, or configured like an AI, they’ll never find someone who meets their impossible criteria.

In the process, that same user might grow bitter and angry that no real person can be to them what their AI companion is. And as these feelings simmer, it could just lead them into a destructive cycle of resenting everyone and everything that they can’t control the same way they control their AI companion.

That is very much a worst-case scenario for users of AI companions. I did try to look up research on this, but it was hard to come by. Both the stigma and novelty of these products make it difficult to assess. Maybe I’m being too hopeful, but I think cases like this are rare.

They certainly exist, but they’re the exception rather than the norm. It just tends to get more attention because seeing horrible people reinforce their horrible behavior with these AI companions is disturbing to many people and understandably so.

At the same time, I also believe that AI companions can be genuinely beneficial for a lot of people and those benefits are likely understated. Remember, we are social creatures. And as intelligent as we can be, we’re also blunt instruments with respect to certain mental faculties. Our brains and our psyche don’t care about the nature of social interaction. So long as we find it fulfilling on some levels, we’ll incur the benefits.

In their early form, AI companions probably didn’t offer much in that regard. But in recent years with the rise of AI chatbots and large language models, it’s relatively easy and cheap to create an AI that people can interact with in ways that closely resemble those of real humans. And the growing size of the AI companion industry is solid that there is growing market for this sort of thing.

But the good these AI companions could do goes further than simply giving people a facsimile of human interaction. Remember, the current crop of AI chatbots and LLMs are relatively new. They’re like the early models of the iPhone. They’re going to continue being refined, developed, and improved upon now that an industry is being built around it.

In time, AI chatbots and general AI technology will improve.

At some point, AI technology will get advanced to the point where it can offer more than just a base level interactions. In theory, an AI could be configured in way that didn’t just perfectly complement the personality of the user. It could also interact with them in a way that fosters healthy personal growth, just like any other good relationship.

There could even be AI companions specifically configured to deal with abusive men or women, helping them understand and deal with their issues in a way that makes them better individuals. That could be life-saving for certain people who struggle to find companionship due to issues like personal trauma or mental illness.

These AI companions don’t even need to take a physical form. They don’t need to be incorporated into sex robots or anything. They can still be effective as simple avatars on smart devices. There would certainly need to be some level of testing, safeguards, and refinement in order to make them work effectively. It might even take years before AI companions have such capabilities.

That’s the most I’m willing to say about AI companions at the moment. I don’t doubt this industry will continue to evolve in the coming years. I also don’t doubt there will be plenty of controversies about the ethics of these companions, as well as how they affect the user.

But even in their current form with their current level of intelligence, it offers lonely people an outlet. Reasonable people can argue just how healthy or unhealthy it is. But it doesn’t change the fact that lonely people are out there. They’re seeking connection and companionship like everyone else. These AI companions aren’t perfect replacements, but they’re better than nothing.

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Sexy Short Story: The Fantasy Chamber 1

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI, which was inspired by what I heard some teenagers call closets during a game of truth or dare. Enjoy!


“Please approach the entrance to the chamber,” said an inhuman robotic voice.

Natalie Rose tensed briefly, still not sure what she had gotten herself into. It seemed like such an easy way for a young woman paying her way through college to quick money. The prestigious Aeronet Science Lab offered willing college students a chance to volunteer for an experiment. They didn’t offer many details. It just mentioned something about experimental virtual reality technology. Natalie didn’t know much about that sort of thing, being a business and finance major. But, coming from a poor family that barely had enough money for textbooks, she needed all the income she could get.

‘What have I gotten myself into?’ she wondered to herself.

But, reluctance aside, she did as the robotic voice told and approached the chamber. She did this after spending the past two hours signing numerous NDA’s and surrendering her cell phone. The guy running the operation, whose name she never learned, said this was necessary for security reasons. Natalie knew as well as everyone else at the university that Aeronet had a history of secrecy, but not like this.

She still could’ve turned back on multiple occasions. She even learned that many did. However, the money was just too generous and she was behind on her payments. So, setting aside her reservations, she waited for further instructions.

While she waited, Natalie took in the sight of this chamber, as they called it. They didn’t have an official name for it. One lab tech called it the “Fantasy Chamber” in jest. But from the outside, it looked anything but fanciful. It was just this big rectangular structure with a bunch of wires and tubes going into it. It was about the same size as the trailers from the trailer park she’d grown up in. She tried to get a better view of what was around it, but much of the lab was obscured by darkened light. It was supposedly another security measure, but Natalie tried not to think about it.

After a few more moments of waiting, the large door to the chamber opened.

“Please enter the chamber,” said the same robotic voice from earlier.

That voice still creeped her out. Even so, she stepped forward and entered.

“Just get through this,” Natalie told herself. “Think about the money and not being in so much debt.”

Once inside, the door closed behind her. A row of strange LED lights on the ceiling turned on to illuminate what felt like an empty chamber. She had never been claustrophobic, but this chamber was making her feel anxious. She managed to remain calm, not certain of what would come next.

Then, the lights in the chamber flashed briefly. Natalie had to cover her eyes. A strange humming noise followed and the whole chamber started to shift in a way that made her feel dizzy.

“Whoa! What’s happening?” Natalie wondered.

It all stopped as quickly as it started. The next thing she knew, the interior of the chamber shifted. It now resembled a small bedroom, not unlike her dorm room. It actually felt oddly inviting, as though the air around her had become more welcoming and relaxing.

“Um…this is an improvement,” she said to herself.

As she looked around and took everything in, the air within the chamber got noticeably warmer. It wasn’t hot, but there was definitely something in the air.

“Please remove your clothing,” the robotic voice suddenly said.

“Excuse me?” she exclaimed.

“Please remove your clothing. The test requires you to be nude,” the voice explained.

She wanted to refuse, but she remembered signing a document giving consent to whatever the people at the lab told her to do. She’d even asked about it and was advised what it could entail. But she signed it anyway.

Natalie’s hands were trembling, but she removed her shirt and unzipped her jeans. Once down to her underwear, she kicked off her shoes and socks. Even so, she hesitated briefly.

“All of it?” she asked aloud.

“Affirmative. Please remove your undergarments, as well.”

“Well, I’ve already gone this far…”

She reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts came tumbling out. Her nipples were stiffening, but she didn’t know if it was because she was nervous or because it was getting colder. Then, she slid off her panties and set them aside with the rest of her clothes. She now found herself in the middle of the chamber completely naked.

“Now what?” Natalie asked.

The robotic voice didn’t answer.

“Hello? What next?”

More silence followed. Then, there was another series of flashes in the chamber. She even felt the room shift again, as though it were moving. It left her dazed and disoriented for a moment. But when gathered herself, she found that she was no longer alone in the chamber.

“Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natalie Rose,” said a deep, masculine voice.

Her eyes widened when she saw a male figure standing just a few feet in front of her. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with one arm and placed her hand over her vagina. But those instincts were quickly superseded when she took in just how astonishingly handsome this man was.

“Whoa!” said Natalie, her eyes wide with intrigue.

It was like someone had scanned her deepest, most lurid fantasies about the perfect man. He was tall, handsome, and very well-built. His physique reminded her of some of the male fitness models she’d seen online. His skin was smooth and flawless, while his short hair and trim beard were jet black. His face was sculpted, yet also had a natural ruggedness to it. It was a perfect mix of sexy and handsome.

And like her, he was completely naked. He also made no effort to hide his nakedness. That gave Natalie a clear view of his penis. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have a lot of sexual experience. Even so, she couldn’t help but marvel at the size and girth of this man’s cock.

“Who…what…who are you?” she stammered.

“Call me…Al,” he answered.

His smile was warm, charming, and disarming. It had a soothing effect. While her hand still covered her vagina, she was less worried about her nudity in his presence.

“Um…hi,” she replied.

“Before we begin, I’m required to explain the parameters of this experiment. In order to fully conduct the tests, we must monitor your physical reactions and responses. The best way to do this is through direct stimulation. You have consented to this, yes?”

“Um…yes,” she said, still distracted by his beauty and his male endowment.

“Very good,” he replied. “Now, come…touch me. Show me your body as I’ve shown you mine.”

He reached out and took her hand. She let him move her arms and uncover her breasts and pussy. As soon as his fingers brushed across her skin, she shuddered. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It felt like her entire body was tingling, every inch of it.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing and grinning in his presence.

His other hand moved around her waist and pulled her closer. They were now chest-to-chest and their faces were inches apart. Natalie could feel his body heat, not to mention the stiffness of his cock pressed against her. It was surreal, like the kind of scenario she’d only ever imagined in her wildest fantasies.

“Please…kiss me,” Al said.

“Kiss you?” she asked.

“Yes. Kiss me and then tell me how I make you feel.”

Her arms went around his neck. His strong, masculine body enveloped her. Then, his lips met hers. The sensation was incredible. Her body responded instantly.

“Wow!” she uttered.

“That’s just the beginning,” he said, his eyes flashing.

Before she could utter another word, he kissed her again. This time, his tongue penetrated her mouth and explored every part of it. His hands wandered down to her ass and groped her firmly.

“Oh my…” she groaned.

Natalie felt a warmth between her legs. Her pussy was tingling. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she didn’t care. All her doubts and apprehensions melted away. Now, all she cared about was experiencing more of this.

Their mouths locked together. His tongue probed deeper and his hands squeezed her ass. The warmth in her pussy grew stronger. Her hips moved forward, pressing her crotch against his. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing her pussy lips was intoxicating.

“Mmm…more,” Natalie begged.

Her hands slid down his back and groped his firm, muscular ass. Her mouth was still locked with his and their bodies pressed together. In this intoxicated state, Al began leading her to the bed at the far end of the chamber. They didn’t break their embrace until Al lifted her into his arms and laid her on her back.

“You sure want more?” Al asked her.

“Yes,” she panted.

He moved on top of her, kissing her passionately. She was no longer holding back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs coiled around his waist. Their bodies pressed together. The warmth and wetness of her pussy intensified as her crotch rubbed against his.

“Please…take me,” she pleaded.

She was begging him, pleading with him, like a woman possessed. This was no longer a test or experiment. It was the fulfillment of a fantasy.

“I will give you what you desire,” he said.

Al’s mouth moved to her neck and his hand reached down between their bodies. Natalie could feel his fingers probing her pussy. He teased her briefly, rubbing the entrance to her sex, but not penetrating her. Then, he moved his cock between her legs and positioned it at the opening to her vagina.

“Yes…put it in,” she pleaded.

Without a word, Al complied. His cock slowly pushed inside of her. Her pussy was wet and ready. She moaned with satisfaction.

“Ohhh…yes!” she sighed.

Her pussy stretched and her hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his. She could feel the girth and length of his member penetrating her. His hips ground against her crotch. He filled her pussy with his cock and she had never felt so amazing in her life.

“Your body…it’s beautiful,” Al groaned.

Al’s mouth was on her breasts, his lips sucking her nipples and his tongue teasing them. She had never felt more alive. Her body was burning, her senses overwhelmed. His mouth was on hers and their tongues were entwined. Her pussy was filled with his cock.

“Oh god…I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Natalie cried.

Her hands clawed at his back and her pussy convulsed around his cock. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her body. It was too much to contain. She had never experienced an orgasm so intense.

“Yes…cum for me, Natalie,” Al said.

His voice was calm and steady, yet commanding. It was like his voice and the sheer pleasure of her climax were controlling her. She had no idea such a thing was possible, but it was happening.

“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! YESSSS!!!”

The waves of pleasure were unending. They continued to wash over her. Her entire body shuddered. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed. Eventually, the waves subsided. Her body went limp and her senses returned.

Al’s cock was still inside her and her body was wrapped around his. The two remained entangled and joined. Her mind was blown, but she didn’t want this to end.

“Please, don’t stop!” she begged.

“Don’t worry, Natalie. We’re not finished yet.”

His smile was so confident and alluring. His cock was still hard and buried inside her. And the way he looked at her, with such intensity and focus, it sent a shiver through her body.

Al didn’t hesitate. His hands gripped her thighs. Then, his cock started to thrust into her again. He moved faster than before, pumping his shaft deep inside her. The waves of pleasure returned and built rapidly.

“Oh yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Natalie screamed.

He didn’t. Al fucked her with an intensity and a stamina she didn’t think possible. And the way he moved his hips, grinding his cock against her, it was like he knew exactly how to hit every sweet spot. Her body was on fire and she lost control.

“YESSSS! YESSSS!!! AHHH!!!”

She couldn’t believe this was real. Her body shook uncontrollably. She was lost in the throes of passion. The world around her disappeared. All she knew was the pleasure of Al’s body.

Then, just when she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, the pace slowed and Al’s movements became slower and more deliberate. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth.

“Al?” she gasped.

“I’m…coming,” he said.

His hands squeezed her thighs tightly and he groaned. His cock swelled and erupted, filling her with his cum.

“Ohhhhh…yeahhhh!” she groaned.

As she felt his cum spilling inside her, the final wave of pleasure came. She couldn’t help but squeal with joy as Al’s cock spurted its seed.

“That was…incredible,” she panted.

She couldn’t stop smiling. Every part of her was buzzing and alive. It was a sensation unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

“That was just the first test,” Al said, panting slightly.

“It was?” she said.

“Yes. And there’s more to come,” he said, pulling his cock out of her pussy.

Natalie didn’t know how to react to this. She was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. This was supposed to be an experiment. Was this normal?

“Do you want to continue?” Al asked.

She stared up at him. His beautiful face and gorgeous physique were a sight to behold. In her post-coital state, her mind and body swimming with pleasure and lust, she made her choice without hesitation.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want more.”

“Good,” he said. “Now, let us initiate the next phase.”

She had no idea what this meant, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was more. More pleasure. More passion. More of him.

Al stood up from the bed and Natalie followed. Before she could ask him what to do next, his strong hands were upon her. He turned her around and pressed her body against the wall. His erection pressed against her ass.

“Oh…yes,” she said, her body trembling.

His lips moved to her neck and his hands moved to her breasts. She arched her back, pressing her buttocks against his cock. His fingers squeezed her nipples. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through her.

His hand moved down between her legs. He teased her pussy. His fingers gently probed her sex, then pushed inside her. Natalie gasped.

“More…” she moaned.

His fingers were slick with her juices. He rubbed her clit, then pushed them back inside her. Her knees buckled. Her legs nearly gave way. She braced herself against the wall.

“Mmm…don’t stop,” she groaned.

His hands left her body and the tip of his cock pressed against her anus. She gasped.

“Relax,” Al whispered. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” she panted.

He pushed.

“Aaaah!”

His cock was too large for her tiny asshole. It hurt, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. His thick shaft stretched her, filling her ass. She’d never done anal before, but this was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

His fingers played with her clit and his cock thrust into her ass. It was all so much to handle. She could feel his manhood deep inside her.

“Oh god! Yes!” she screamed.

Her hands pressed against the wall. His hands groped her breasts. His cock was buried deep in her ass. His body was pressed against hers.

“I’m…almost…there…” she panted.

He kept going, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot against her neck. His body was so strong and powerful. His cock was so deep inside her.

“OH YESSSSS!!!” she screamed.

Her body was overcome with another orgasmic release. She felt the wave of pleasure crashing down on her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her vision blurred. Her senses were overwhelmed. It was a rush like nothing else.

She smiled, unable to form words. Her body was limp and her head was swimming with ecstasy. She was completely lost in the moment.

“Did you enjoy that, Natalie?” Al asked.

“Yes,” she managed to say. “I enjoyed that…a lot.”

“Good. We’re still not done yet,” he said.

He turned her around and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her, their tongues intertwined. She felt his cock pressing against her pussy again. He was still so hard.

“One more time,” he whispered.

She was ready. Her body was on fire. She wanted this. She needed it.

Al entered her. He thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. She moaned. Her body tingled with anticipation. He drove her wild. She felt his cock pulsating inside her. It was incredible. He thrust harder and faster, pounding her against the wall. His hips grinded against her. She couldn’t believe the sensation. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.

“Harder!” she begged.

He obliged gladly and fucked her harder. She moaned louder. She felt her body building toward another climax. He held her tight and kept going. Time began to blur. The rhythmic motion of their bodies intensified, flesh grinding against flesh while his penis slithered seamlessly within her vagina. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. She felt like she was going to explode.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! YESSS!” she screamed.

Al drove her toward the edge. The room faded away. Her mind went numb. Her body was a vessel for ecstasy. She felt like she was flying. It was incredible. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt the pleasure building inside her.

“YESSS! OH GOD! I’M COMING!!!”

Her body tensed. Her muscles clenched. Her pussy spasmed. The climax washed over her. Her eyes rolled back. Her body shook. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was incredible. She couldn’t even think straight. Her senses were completely overloaded.

He grunted and his body went rigid. His cock twitched. She felt him shooting his load inside her. His cum filled her, mixing with her feminine juices. It was a nice, warm feeling inside her. It left her feeling so dazed, but satisfied. She was so dazed she barely noticed Al carrying her back to the bed.

“Thank you,” Al whispered, gently laying her on the bed.

“That was amazing,” Natalie said. “Is this all part of the experiment?”

“In a way,” Al answered. “But you need not worry about the details. We got the data we needed.”

Natalie wasn’t sure what that entailed. She was too dazed, tired, and satisfied to care. Whether this was all a fantasy or not, she decided to savor it for however long it lasted. Al remained with her, holding her in his arms until she nodded off.

But just before she fell asleep, she heard that robotic voice one last time.

“The test has concluded. By every established parameter, it was a success. Time is necessary to process this data. But early assessments indicate promising results. As such, more tests might be necessary.”

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Sexy Short Story: The Long Weekend

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing a story from a relative about how they spent a long weekend in high school. Enjoy!


“Goodbye, mother. Goodbye, father. Thank you for a wonderful long weekend,” said Anna Redman as she hugged her parents.

“Thank you for finally making time for us,” her father replied, his tone a bit muted.

“I do hope you’ll visit more than once a quarter…especially after you’re married,” her mother added while hugging a bit harder.

“Can we please not get into that again?” she groaned. “I already promised to visit a week before the rehearsal dinner.”

“Fine,” her father sighed. “Just try to make it easier on us when it comes to promises.”

“We are your parents, after all,” her mother reminded.

“I know,” Anna said with a sigh. “I promise I’ll try.”

She offered a half-hearted smile, most likely to dissuade further arguments on that issue. They’d already endured enough of that of the past few days. While it was rarely productive, it was also unavoidable. And Trevor Callahan gladly endured it for his love, who was also his future wife.

Things were still somewhat tense between him and Anna’s parents. After they finished hugging their daughter, they remained reluctant to show the same affection. Her mother still gave her that stink-eyed look, which Anna claimed she gave to all her boyfriends. But her father did offer to shake his hand, which Trevor accepted.

“Thanks again for your hospitality,” he said to them.

“You are welcome,” Anna’s father said in an overly formal tone. “Since you are going to be our son-in-law, we want you to be comfortable in our presence.”

“Well, I think this long weekend together has helped with that,” said Trevor with a sincere smile.

“I agree. I am considerably less anxious about your upcoming wedding. I still have concerns, but…”

The older man bit his lip. Trevor could tell he wanted to say something that would likely rub him the wrong way. He also caught Anna giving her father a look, as if to put an invisible finger on his lips to keep him from ruining the moment. It was similar to the look her mother kept giving him. But in their daughter’s presence, they managed to remain cordial.

“We’ll work on our concerns while you work on your wedding,” Anna’s mother said.

“Thank you. And I promise to work hard,” said Trevor. “Your daughter really means that much to me.”

“Of that, I’m convinced. Just…give us more than a long weekend to process it all.”

“Will do!”

The older woman finally stopped giving her that ugly look and offered to shake his hand too. Again, Trevor accepted. Leaving this place on good terms with his fiancé’s parents was his primary goal for this visit. He felt like he’d succeeded in that regard. But it had been far more arduous than expected.

“Let’s get going,” said Anna, latching onto his arm. “It’s getting pretty late. I’d like to get home before midnight.”

“Please drive safely!” her mother called out.

“We will, mother,” Anna said, rolling her eyes again.

“And don’t take the back roads!” her father said. “They still haven’t fixed that damned pothole!”

Trevor looked back and nodded to affirm that he’d heard, doing his best to hide his annoyance. That was something he’d done a lot of these past three days. Anna warned him when they started dating that her parents were pretty intense. More than one boyfriend had broken up with her after dealing with them. None, to date, had lasted an entire long weekend with them. He was the first and was quite proud of that.

That didn’t make leaving their uptight, gated community any less a relief.

“Come on! Let’s get out of here,” Anna said under her breath. “I feel like my mother wants another couple days of belittling me.”

“Don’t worry. I made sure the car is all gassed up and packed,” Trevor replied. “One long weekend here is plenty long enough.”

“If you think that’s bad, just imagine growing up here.”

That’s a scary thought. I honestly don’t know how you survived.”

He offered her a reassuring smile. She squeezed his arm a bit tighter, as if to keep herself from looking back. They could still feel her parents’ eyes on them. They stayed on them even after they got in the car, pulled out of the driveway, and drove off through the secured gate. It was kind of eerie, being scrutinized so harshly by someone else’s parents. Trevor thought his mother was overprotective while he was growing up, but she didn’t have anything on the Redman’s.

Initially, he stayed silent as they drove out of the wealthy neighborhood that Anna had come to despise. He just let her fume for a bit, which she hadn’t been able to do much of during their visit. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been growing up with them. Even though her family was rich, well-connected, and widely respected, they created a very hostile, controlling environment for their children.

“Free again…to a point,” Anna said under her breath while looking out the window.

That was a common refrain for her. She said it every time they left her house and the affluent neighborhood she grew up in. It wasn’t out of pettiness or melodrama, either. Trevor had just experienced a long weekend with her parents. He could now confirm they were as overbearing as Anna had claimed.

The world she came from was just so different from his. She was the youngest daughter of a wealthy family, who had generations of old money to live off. He was the only child of a single mother who’d grown up in an apartment that wasn’t even as big as Anna’s old closet. He’d worked his way out of poverty, spending time in the military and navigating his way through college. His stint as a tattoo artist and a male stripper had made that work quite eventful. Those details certainly didn’t fit the profile of the man they wanted their daughter to marry.

Then again, Anna hadn’t cared for any of the men they wanted for her. Unlike her two older sisters, she’d never fit in with her affluent surroundings. She didn’t care for country clubs, fancy schools, and debutant balls. She’d spent her teen years sneaking off to punk rock concerts, getting drunk in dive bars, and hooking up with men her parents never liked. It got her into a lot of trouble. She’d even run away at one point. But she never became the prim and proper daughter they wanted.

And Trevor was genuinely grateful for that. If she had become that woman, they never would’ve met. She never would’ve hooked up with him while he was working as a tattoo artist upstate. She never would’ve pushed him to reassess his perspective on life. He’d spent so much time just trying to escape poverty that he forgot, at times, to work on building a better life. Anna was now part of that effort. Being with her made him a better man. And it helped her become her own woman.

It also helped that she still retained that rebellious side of her that developed in her youth. It was part of what drew him to her. It also played a major role in how their love had blossomed.

“It’ll be okay,” Trevor told her, finally breaking the silence. “We’re already in a less affluent zip code.”

“I can tell. The air already smells less stifling,” she commented.

“And I really think we made some progress,” he added. “They didn’t outright despise me. And your mom stopped calling me your latest fling.”

“Only after being engaged for three months,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Sure, they’re never going to treat me like your sisters’ husbands. I’m not going to run an investment bank or sit on the board of some media company. But I can still make a damn good living making custom cars. And you’ve come a long way with your art studio.”

“If only happy, fulfilling careers were enough for them.”

“That, we’ll never change. But at the very least, I think I’ve convinced them of how much I love you. Hell, I put on this fancy suit and you wore that gaudy dress for that restaurant we went to. We played by all their rules and jumped through all their hoops.”

“And it still might not be enough,” Anna groaned. “No matter how much we put on happy faces for them and be who they want us to be, they’ll never be satisfied.”

“Well, at this point, that’s all on them,” Trevor said reassuringly. “We’re getting married. We’ve made that clear. How we got to this point…I mean, I might not be the way they wanted.”

“We had sex in the back alley of a tattoo parlor less than two hours after we met,” Anna reminded him. “Trust me. That was not how they think a traditional romance should unfold.”

“Too late,” he shrugged. “We had sex many more times after that. We eventually fell in love. And we’re going to build a life together. Sure, it’s not going to be rich or fancy like them. But it’ll be ours. Isn’t that all that matters?”

She turned from the window and cast him an emotional gaze. Her lips quivered and her eyes watered with tears. At first, Trevor worried he’d said something wrong. But then, she smiled and leaned over across the seat, clinging to his arm even as he drove down a winding road.

“Yes. It matters a lot,” she said, her words choked by emotion. “But it shouldn’t! We shouldn’t have to put on fancy clothes and pretend we’re upper-class yuppie types, just to get my parents off our backs.”

“Well, if that’s what I have to do to marry the woman I love…so be it,” he said confidently.

Her smile widened. She squeezed his arm tighter and held back a sob.

Anna often got emotional, especially whenever her parents came up. It wasn’t just that they were overbearing and controlling, although that was a big part of the issue. They did so much to restrain her, ever since she was a child. She’d told him stories about how she’d been locked in her room for hours on end with the electricity cut off. There was even a case where her sister caught her kissing a boy outside school and she had all her phone privileges revoked for two weeks. It was one thing to have strict rules, but Anna’s parents took it to another level.

It wasn’t until Anna left home that she could just vent freely. Granted, that did get her into trouble a few times and got her caught up with questionable people. But it eventually led her to him. And he did plenty to help her vent what her parents did so much to repress.

He still helped her to this day. Just being near him seemed to bring out the caged spirit within her. That spirit also had a frisky side. While clinging to his arm, Anna slipped a hand down between his legs. That garnered a reaction, his body reminding him that he and Anna hadn’t had sex all weekend.

“You do so much for me. You’re so good for me,” Anna said to him, her every word laced with affection. “And I want to be just as good for you.”

“You already are. Even when you try to be bad,” Trevor said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“Who says I’m trying?”

A mischievous undertone mixed in with heavy emotion. Along with her tone came bolder actions. She started rubbing his dick through his slacks. It also happened to be the one pair of nice dress slacks he owned, which weren’t that comfortable to begin with. Now, he suddenly had a growing boner to contend with. That made focusing on the road harder. But he and Anna never did things the hard way.

“Anna…” he said, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“We usually have sex every weekend…often more than once,” Anna reminded him. “This is the first time in over a year that we haven’t. And being in my parents’ house, we couldn’t even sneak in a kiss…let alone a quickie.”

Trevor hadn’t forgotten, either. It had been quite jarring, going an entire long weekend without having sex with his fiancé. Anna had always been a very sexual woman. And his sex drive was above average, even for a healthy man. More than one ex-girlfriend had claimed it was too high.

Anna was the first woman he’d ever been with that dared to be as horny as him. And they relished that shared horniness. It made for an exciting and active sex life. Having to temper it for an entire long weekend had been difficult. Trevor had even been tempted to sneak into her room a few times, but her parents were just too vigilant. He thought they could make up for it when they got home. But, with an hour-long drive ahead of them, that didn’t seem feasible anymore.

“All my life, I’ve been scolded for being so horny,” Anna said. “I swear my parents would scold a nun for her dirty thoughts. It’s a good thing they don’t know how much sex I’ve had since high school.”

“You think they know how much sex we’ve had?” he quipped.

“Believe me. If they did, they’d faint in horror.”

She started nibbling on his ear, a tell-tale sign that she getting wet. She also rubbed his groin harder, not caring that the roads were somewhat narrow and a storm was rolling in. But Trevor could only be so careful around his horny fiancé.

As they drove just outside the limits of her parents’ suburban locale, they entered a darkened stretch of road. There wasn’t much in terms of development, other than a few parking lots for construction crews working on a nearby development. And at this hour, they were empty.

Seeing this, while also surmising that Anna wasn’t going to let up, he made a snap decision. While there were plenty of reasons to get home quickly before the storm rolled in, the reasonable part of his brain had gone mute. He had a horny fiancé next to him at the moment. Other faculties took over.

“If we’re going to be scolded like that…fuck it!” he said.

Then, in a move that surprised his lover – and probably made her more horny, in the process – he hooked the wheel to the right and pulled the car into one of the vacant parking lots. The tires screeched at the sudden turn, but only briefly. His heart now racing and his blood flowing hot with desire, he pulled the car behind a large dumpster and parked it.

The engine then went silent. A tense, but heated silence fell over them. Anna then shot him a distinct glance. There was that distinct glance of hers – the one he hadn’t seen for three straight days. Gone was the formality, etiquette, and decorum. In its place, he saw that seductive, adventurous woman he’d fallen in love with.

“The back seat,” she said, her voice erotically charged.

Trevor couldn’t unbuckle the seatbelt fast enough. Anna did the same before racing him into the back, not caring in the slightest about wrinkled clothes or disheveled hair. They’d had enough of that. They longed for something raw and dirty.

Anna must have wanted it more because she beat him to the backseat. Along the way, she had already started to undress. She practically tore off the top part of her blouse, exposing the overpriced bra she had underneath that she clearly found uncomfortable. Trevor was more than happy to help her get rid of it, unclasping it from the front before slipping it off.

“Finally!” she said, relieved and impassioned. “I’m sick of hiding my boobs.”

“Speak for yourself,” Trevor said, grinning at the sight of her fleshy mounds.

“Shut up and get naked! I’m just as sick of you hiding that big, juice dick.”

That was the first bit of vulgarity she’d uttered since Friday morning. It was like sweet, sexy music to his ears. It got his heart racing and his blood flowing, especially in his lower body. He’d spent all this time, keeping his penis in check. Now that the restraints were off, it sprang to life a restless soldier ready for action.

Again, Anna beat him to the bunch. Before he could even reach for his belt, she pinned him to the seat, straddled his lap, and undid his pants. She had that eager, focused look in her eyes. She was already licking her lips in anticipation, so hungry for him, his sex, and his love. Trevor gladly led her take care of his pants. He began working on his tie and itchy dress shirt, which he fumbled with awkwardly. But, luckily for him, Anna was too horny to care.

“Damn fancy clothes! Why are they so hard to get off?” Trevor cursed.

“Good things are worth waiting for…working for…and pining for,” Anna said, having already revealed his boxers.

Those would’ve been wise words had she not sounded like a full-blown nymphomaniac. But Trevor didn’t care complain. He was more than happy to let his love make her point.

And she chose to make it by roughly pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles, allowing his erect dick to pop free. His shirt was only half-unbuttoned and his tie was only partially undone. But she didn’t wait for him to get everything off. She just shifted her body within he confines of the back seat, her knees now propped on the other seat with her head facing his crotch at a perpendicular angle. Trevor didn’t have to move at all from his seated position. He just had to lean back and watch his horny fiancé dive for his cock, hungrily taking nearly his entire length between her lips.

“Ohhh fuck!” Trevor exclaimed blissfully, finally letting the profanity fly once more. “I missed this…your soft lips on my cock.”

“Mmm…I missed it too. I missed your big, delicious cock!” Anna purred after getting her first taste.

“Even after just three days?”

“Yep!” was all she said before taking his length again.

Trevor didn’t question her sincerity. His love did plenty to make her point by giving him one of her famous blowjobs.

She was always so thorough, skillfully sliding her tongue along the length of his shaft while bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. She also made sure to use both hands, squeezing the base with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Anna, having grown up in such a strict environment, had a talent for channeling her pent-up desires into every intimate act. That included oral sex.

“Yes! Just like that, Anna! Just like that!” he grunted.

Trevor stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He just ran his fingers through his lover’s now-disheveled hair and soaked in the wonderous sensations that followed. It felt so good, the slithering warmth of her lips and tongue. It got his member aching with desire, hungry for all the sex they had been denied for the past three days.

And, in the interest of aligning their desires fully, Trevor turned his attention towards the opposing seat. There, Anna’s perfectly round butt was arched upwards. If someone had gazed in from the other passenger window, they would’ve gotten a clear view of her underwear. Showing some friskiness of his own, she snaked his arm around her said and slipped his hand down the front of her panties.

That earned him a handful of a wet, fully aroused pussy. Trevor swore he could smell her arousal in the car, which was already feeling hot and muggy.

“Mmf!” Anna moaned in approval, her reaction muffled by his cock in her mouth.

“Damn! You’re so wet,” Trevor said to her. “I’m never one to interrupt a blowjob, but…”

He purposefully let his words trail off, trusting Anna to fill in the blanks. To further lessen the ambiguity, he skillfully unzipped the back of her skirt. That got the message across loud and clear. And his love responded in kind.

Shooting him another lurid look, Anna gave his member one last lick before shooting up from the seat. She then swiftly slid off her skirt and underwear, even kicking off her expensive heels in the process. That left her completely naked, finally free of the fancy clothes she hated wearing. She now had the look of a caged animal that had escaped her confines, albeit one who happened to be very horny.

“Come here, handsome!” Anna said, sounding both aggressive and seductive.

Again, Trevor didn’t have to move from where he sat. She just grabbed him by the neck, straddled his lap, and aligned her moist opening with the tip of his penis. Instincts and passion took over from there. His half-undone tie still hanging from his neck, Trevor grasped her waist and locked eyes with her.

“I want you,” he said to her, his love for her showing alongside his lust.

“Then, do it. Take me!” Anna urged him.

Trevor didn’t hesitate for a nanosecond. Taking the initiative, he pulled her into kiss before using his grip on her waist to push her down onto his cock. She further supplemented that effort, thrusting her hips downward to unite their aroused bodies.

And after the longest of long weekends, they were doing it. He and Anna were having sex. His hardened manhood penetrated her moist womanhood, the resulting sensations coursing through them like an overflowing dam. And from there, several days of pent-up sexual energy came pouring out.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Trevor!” Anna panted.

“Anna…” gasped Trevor.

She rode him hard, building up to the fervent sexual rhythm they both so loved. It was even a bit rougher than usual. Anna was so aggressive with her kissing, nibbling on his lower lip and raking her manicured nails around his neck. Trevor put more strength into his movements, squeezing her waist hard and thrusting his hips upward so that he penetrated deep with every movement. It also made her breasts jiggle to the rhythm, which was always a nice bonus.

As their sex intensified, their shared body heat spread throughout the car. Combined with the muggy evening air, it made the inside feel like a sauna. The rear windows soon became fully fogged. Even if anyone did happy to pass by their car, they would only see the faint outline of their naked bodies. They never would’ve seen the fully spectacle of two horny lover’s going at it.

“We’re really doing this,” Trevor told her, whispering into her ear through labored panting. “We’re making love…in the backseat…of a car.”

“Mmm…so hot,” she purred.

“Someone…could see us,” he added. “They could just walk up…look inside…and see us…naked and humping.”

“Yes…they could,” Anna conceded.

“And that excites you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Say it louder!” he urged her.

“Yes! It excites me!” she shouted.

That just made it hotter. Anna Redman, a woman who had been so reserved and mannerly all weekend, was doing something so naughty with him. And she admitted she loved it. She’d always had a naughty side, but had gone to great lengths to hide it. He was one of the few she’d ever shared with it. That made their love and their passion special.

That added bit of excitement also got Anna to channel more of her naughty side. While riding his cock, she somehow found a way to undo his tie and get his dress shirt off, which had since become half-soaked by his sweat. Now as naked as her, she showed off some of her kinks, leaning into lick his nipples while skillfully working her hips to really intensify their sex.

Trevor, now happy to be free of those fancy clothes, just leaned back and let his lover do her thing. He just kept supplementing every movement with his powerful arms, drawing out every sweet sensation from their sex. Eventually, the blissful pressure had built up enough to get them to the brink of orgasm.

And once again, Anna was a step ahead of him. Trevor could already feel it, the subtle squeak in her moans and the extra tightness in her pussy. She was about to come.

“Oooh I’m close, Trevor! I’m really…really close!” Anna panted.

She was already past the point of no return. It usually didn’t take much to make Anna come in the first place. But being stuck at home for three days, denied any form of sexual relief, the orgasm hit her extra hard.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…oohhh God!”

She let out a long, sustained cry of ecstasy that left Trevor’s ears ringing. The acoustics of the car made it an even greater spectacle than usual. He eagerly took it all in, still holding his lover’s waist while she writhed in ecstasy.

She was so animated, her hips and torso trembling while her toes curled. She even leaned back while still clinging to his neck, giving him a perfect view of her O-face. He loved that look, born of both passion and desire. Being able to give it to her just made their sex that much more satisfying.

“Trevor, my darling,” Anna purred, her voice trembling with orgasmic delight. “You know just how to treat a girl…when she’s extra horny.”

“Thanks,” he said with a cocky grin. “But I know how you can return the favor.”

She was still short of breath, her body reeling from such an intense orgasmic rush. But she still had enough strength and passion to shoot him that naughty look again. That confirmed they were still on the same page, even in their lurid state of being.

“Do what you have to do,” Anna told him.

“Ah the sweetest words a horny man can hear!” he said.

With an eager grin, Trevor let his own inner nymphomaniac take hold. Like a man possessed, he drew his naked lover back into an embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around her sweaty body. He then lifted her up briefly, her legs locked around his waist, and readjusted their bodies.

Feeling bold, as well as horny, he turned Anna around and got her on all fours. She had that perfect ass pointed right at her, her pussy still visibly wet and dripping with feminine juices. In the confines of the backseat, she had to lean up against the passenger door for support. But he still had enough room to get into position behind her, align his pelvis with her butt, and thrust his still-erect penis back into her vagina.

Once he felt that tight flesh around his member, Trevor eagerly hammered away. He humped her hard and fast, his pelvis smacking loudly against her butt as he pushed for his own release. It further added to the muggy heat in the car, fogging the windows up even more and covering their bodies with more sweat. It was so hot and humid, the thick sent of sex becoming concentrated in such a small area.

That awakened a special excitement within Trevor, getting him to a rare place of impassioned ecstasy. He felt his climax coming strong. He wanted and craved it like never before. As it neared, he took her hands in his and interlocked their fingers. He then squeezed them firmly as he held on.

“I’m ready, Anna! I’m…gonna…come!” He told her.

“Mmm…do it, love! I want it…for you…for us,” she said to him.

Trevor grinned intently, closing his eyes and delivering the last round of focused thrusts. Her inner folds squeezed his member with their tight warmth, inviting him to join her in the pleasure she had just shared. He finally caught up, pushing through that final threshold before achieving that special sensual peak.

It hit him every bit as hard, the past three days of intimate deprivation having affected him as well. He leaned over, buried his face in her shoulder, and squeezed her hand tightly as he climaxed inside her. Hot streams of his masculine fluids mixed perfectly with her feminine juices, creating a special warmth within her.

It was their love and lust taking a tangible form, hot feelings becoming real. Along with that release, waves of warm bliss coursed through him, like a blanket of ecstasy wrapping around him. After the cold personality of Anna’s parents, he more than welcomed that feeling. And Anna gladly shared it with him, turning her head and kissing his lips softly as he processed the wondrous feeling.

“I love you…you dirty, sexy minx,” Trevor told her.

“I love you too…you handsome, sexy stud,” Anna said.

“Can you believe what we just did?”

“Yeah…I definitely can,” she laughed.

“Me too. But still…the back seat of a car?”

“I know. But when you’re in love, horny as hell, and spending long weekends with my parents…well, what did you expect?”

They shared a good laugh and kissed again. Still short of breath and swimming in post-coital bliss, Trevor withdrew from her and collapsed into one of the passenger seats. Anna, still naked and covered in sweat, eagerly curled up next to him. She didn’t mind that her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, and she smelled like a slutty prom date. She had a beaming smile, one that reflected a side of her that she never got to show with her family.

Anna was a horny woman with a dirty mind.

Trevor was a horny man who’d wasted his youth on women who couldn’t keep up with him.

Somehow, they found each other. And them having sweaty, dirty sex in the backseat of a car less than five miles from her parents’ house was a perfect testament to why their love was so strong.

“We’d better get moving,” Trevor sighed. “Someone really could walk by, see our car, and get curious.”

“You’re right,” she said, “they could.”

“For all we know, your parents could feel like going for a late-night drive, see our car, and catch us like this…all naked and sweaty.”

“Yep. They could. They never have, but they definitely could…just to mess with me.”

Another heavy silence fell over them. And once again, Anna shot him that sexy, seductive look.

“But we’re not going to,” Trevor said, taking her in his arms again. “We’re going to do it again, enjoy the hell out of it, and drive back home bare-ass naked!” “Shut up and kiss me, babe. This backseat ain’t gonna rock itself!”

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Sexy Short Story: The Good Stuff

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!


It had been three months since Irene Mason had sex. It ended up being the three longest months of her adult life. She’d been with her boyfriend-turned-husband, Ezekiel “Zeke” Mason, since her junior year of high school. And after they first had sex during spring break that year, they became very fond of all all things intimate, affectionate, and even lurid. Irene had surprised herself by how much she enjoyed sex. And the more she and Zeke did it, the better they got at it.

Even after nearly ten years together, they still made love regularly. They made it a point to do it once a week. But they had to stop for three whole months while Zeke worked remotely with a film crew in Europe on a movie while she remained in the United States, working an investment firm. They called and texted each other regularly. Irene even sent him a picture of her in lingerie to remind him of what waited for him when he got home.

That still didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. Even lonely nights with a vibrator weren’t cutting it anymore. Irene needed sex. She needed to make love to her husband. She needed the good stuff they did when they just tore each other’s clothes off and went at it.

Finally, on the day he got back, Irene was almost too restless to plan anything. She didn’t think she could wait that long. She didn’t even know how tired Zeke would be when he got home. But as soon as he walked in the front door, arriving at just a few minutes before midnight, he threw his arms around her as eagerly as she did him.

“God, I missed you,” Irene said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Me, too,” Zeke said.

Their lips met in a heavy kiss. Hands roamed and their tongues began to swirl. The kissing and lasted nearly a full minute as they stood there in the foyer. Then, just as Zeke began to pull Irene’s shirt up her torso, he felt her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.

“Upstairs. Bedroom!” Irene said.

Zeke didn’t protest. He scooped his wife into his arms and carried her upstairs. Their lips stayed glued together as Zeke carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. After laying her down on the bed, he swiftly stripped her down to her underwear, fully removing her shirt before taking off her shoes and jeans. While Irene slipped out of her bra, he messily took off his own shirt, pants, and sneakers. Now in just his underwear, He got right back on top of her, kissing her again.

The kissing, touching, and groping escalated quickly. Irene wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. They both moaned. Her hips bucked and she could feel the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Irene gasped.

“Me neither,” Zeke said.

Irene lifted her butt off the mattress and slid off her panties. Zeke followed her lead and yanked off his underwear. His cock stood straight up, hard and thick, as he knelt between her thighs. Irene reached down and began stroking it with one hand. She used her other hand to caress his balls.

“So warm. So soft,” Irene sighed.

“You feel so good. I love your hands,” Zeke groaned.

“You feel like you want me. Are you ready for me?” Irene asked.

“Yes!” Zeke said.

Irene pulled him closer. “Then take me. I need you!”

Zeke moved over her and guided his cock into her pussy. He entered her slowly and they both gasped at the sensations that followed. Irene bit her lip. She let her head fall back on the pillows and she moaned loudly.

“Oh god, yes!” Irene groaned.

Zeke pushed all the way into her and held himself there. His arms wrapped around her and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Irene’s hands stroked his muscular back. As their mouths stayed locked together, Zeke slowly began to thrust. Irene let out a low, throaty moan and squeezed his cock.

“Mmm, that feels so good!” Zeke moaned.

Zeke thrust into her again, harder and faster than the first time. Then he did it again. He was soon pounding into her hard and fast, three months of lonely nights venting in a focused outburst of desire. Irene moaned and whimpered. Her body shook and she tightened her hold on him.

“Ah, yes! Don’t stop!” Irene groaned.

Heeding her cries, his pace increased. He kept thrusting into her. The pleasure grew stronger. His hips were moving so fast that they were practically a blur. Irene’s moaning became a little higher pitched. Her hands were clawing his back.

“I’m…getting close,” Zeke whispered.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Irene begged.

Zeke was going to climax soon. He wanted her to climax with him. With his hips still bucking against hers, Zeke snaked his hands down her body and pressed a finger against her clit. Irene’s eyes widened and she began to scream. He could feel her walls clenching and her body was shaking.

“Ohhh!” Irene wailed.

Zeke came right as Irene did. Her toes curled, her back arched, and she moaned in delight as his hot seed poured into her. They kissed as they came together. He was still inside her and holding her close when they both finished.

“I love you so much,” Irene whispered.

“I love you, too,” Zeke said.

“It’s so good to have you back,” she added.

“It’s so good to be back,” Zeke replied.

They kissed again and then Zeke rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Irene smiled as she lay there, her head on his chest.

“Welcome home, babe,” Irene said.

“It’s good to be home,” Zeke said, “and with you…sharing this…the good stuff.”

“Mmm…the good stuff. I missed it too!”

And with that, Irene and Zeke’s dry spell was over.

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Happy Valentine’s Day (To Couples And Singles)

Today is Valentine’s Day.

Being a fan of romance and having written my share of romantic content, I like to think I appreciate the sentiment of this day as much as any straight man. For that reason, I encourage everyone who is lucky enough to have a special someone in their lives to make this day count.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a minor gesture or needlessly elaborate.

It doesn’t matter if it’s sappy, cliched, or corny.

So long as what you for the one you love is genuine, sentimental, and loving, it’s worth doing. This is the kind of day where you can show that special someone just how much they matter to you. Even if they already know, just make an effort to remind them. Go out of your way to be extra romantic. Don’t do it because you want something romantic or sexy in return. Do it out of love.

That’s what Valentine’s Day is all about. Do things out of love and do them with heart.

But if you’re like me and you don’t have that special someone, then you can still enjoy Valentine’s Day. I freely admit that in years past, I did not like this day very much. Being single and alone on Valentine’s Day can be rough. Seeing other couples do something special feels like a gut punch reminder that you’re single, alone, and have nobody to cuddle up to on a cold winter night.

However, being single on Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate feeling loved. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate more and more the love I get from friends, family, and those close to me. It may not be romantic, but it’s definitely genuine. And as you get older, you come to appreciate that kind of love just as much.

Now, I’m not sure if I’ll ever meet that special someone. I’m not getting any younger and meeting people these days is more challenging than it was when I was young. But I won’t let that discourage me. And I won’t let that undermine the love I feel from those close to me. Valentine’s Day, to me, is a nice reminder of just how loved I am. And that’s worth celebrating.

So, with this sentiment in mind and heart, I wish everyone, single and non-single alike, a safe and happy Valentine’s Day!

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Sexy Short Story: Love In The Dark

The following is a sexy short story inspired by about a couple who loved hooking up on moonless nights. Enjoy!


Tara Linden had always had an active sex life. Since she started dating in high school, she didn’t hide her fondness for such basic acts of intimacy. Nobody would ever accuse her of being a full-blown nymphomaniac, but every man she dated came to appreciate her desires.

However, appreciating her sexual appetites weren’t the same as actually complementing them. That proved quite difficult, resulting in a number of failed relationships that started off passionate, but eventually fizzled out.

Then, she met Aaron Hargrave – the man who ultimately became her husband. He put in more effort than any past lover, seeking to meet her passion with his own. It helped that he had been just as active as her when it came to sex. But that was only part of the challenge. The real issue was finding a way to align their desires on top of satisfying them.

In doing so, she and Aaron discovered an unusual quirk to their sex lives – one she didn’t expect, but came to cherish. As it turned out, she and Aaron had the best sex when they did it in the dark.

“Another dark, moonless night,” Tara commented as she climbed into bed, wearing only black panties and a matching nighty. “Glad I’m not as tired as usual.”

Laughing to herself, she recounted how they’d discovered this quirk. When they first got together, they made love like she had with many of her past partners. They often did it in the middle of the day or with the lights on, enjoying the sights and spectacles of sex in addition to the sensations.

But then, one night the power went out. And they were basically alone in the dark with a storm raging outside. Tara still didn’t know what possessed them to make love that night. But when they did, having to navigate the act in a darkened room with nothing but their hands and their horniness to guide them, they felt a real difference.

There was just something about Aaron feeling his way around her body that made it more intimate.

And there was also something practical to it – him not having her naked body to focus on during the act.

Whatever the quirks, it made for some of the best sex they’d had to that point. They even made use of it on their honeymoon, making sure they blacked out the windows of their hotel. Since then, it became a regular part of their love life. They still enjoyed doing it with the lights on every now and then. But Tara knew their most intimate moments often came under the cover of darkness.

“Hope you’re not too tired tonight, babe,” Tara said to herself as she curled up under the covers.

She tried resting her eyes, at first. She didn’t expect to fall asleep quickly, still too restless from a long day at work. Aaron was about to turn in, as well. She’d heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth before turning in. He’d been up late chatting with friends, planning their next camping trip later in the month. He didn’t sound tired. That was a good sign to her.

She’d only bee in bed for twenty minutes when Aaron entered the bedroom. She pretended to be asleep while he slipped out of his pants and T-shirt, leaving him in just his briefs. That was usually what he slept in. And as soon as he turned off the lights, he slipped into the bed with her.

The feeling of his warmth certainly helped her relax. And naturally, he gravitated towards her. She sensed he was somewhat tired. But when he curled up beside her, spooning her from behind, he lightly wrapped his arms around her. In doing so, Aaron’s restlessness once again showed, among other things.

Initially, he just laid with her, his arms still draped over her. But slowly, under the covers and within the darkness, he began feeling up her body. Tara offered no protest, even letting out a silent gasp of approval. Encouraged, he stealthily reached under her nighty and grasped her breast. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, he got a nice handful of her fleshy mound. His touch was more than enough to spark that initial desire.

“Mmm…you’re wearing less than usual,” her husband commented.

“It’s hot. I was feeling lazy,” Tara replied through the content purrs.

“You expect me to believe that?” he scoffed.

“Does it matter?”

“Not at all.”

Her grin widened as he continued rubbing her breasts, showing a skill and thoroughness he didn’t usually show in broad daylight. It was as though he were tracing every feature, trying to visualize her ample breasts. Doing so just happened to involve squeezing her mounds and rubbing her nipples in just the right way, rousing her desires and igniting a fresh heat between her legs.

As Tara gasped and purred under Aaron’s touch, she shed her nighty. It would just get in the way at that point. Despite the late hour, she was too alert to simply relax. She wanted more. She desired more. And if hard flesh poking her from within his briefs were any indication, Aaron shared that desire.

“Your tits feel better than usual, tonight,” he commented. “Let’s see what’s going on inside your panties.”

Aaron spoke with such deep, masculine overtones. Just hearing those words sent Tara into a frenzy, tapping into the most primal parts of her brain and body. Arousal mixed with anticipation as she felt him trace his hand down her core, softly trailing over her abdomen and navel, and eventually reaching the eager flesh between her legs.

He was careful, but direct upon slipping his hand under the thin fabric of her panties. As soon as she felt his fingers graze over the slit of her vagina, hot shivers coursed through her body. And Tara let out a light gasp to voice her approval. Encouraged, Aaron continued working his talents, slipping two finger inside her folds to feel the slick warmth within.

“So hot and wet,” he commented. “Guess you weren’t lying when you said it was hot.”

“Not…entirely,” Tara said through sharp gasps.

The touching and teasing continued. The combined stimulation of her breast and vagina hit all the right triggers, turning her burning desire into a tangible, physical want for his sex. It became more physical for Aaron as well. The continued grinding against her from behind, his pelvis rubbing right against her butt, intensified the growing hardness within his underwear. That shared want grew and grew. She could even feel it in his breathing as he rested his chin on her shoulder, more masculine sounds supplementing his every gesture.

Finally, the escalating foreplay culminated. All Tara had to do was say the word.

“Make love to me,” she said through her gasps. “I want it…so much.”

Aaron didn’t say a word, offering only a masculine grunt of affirmation. From there, he swiftly removed her panties, the darkness giving no hindrance whatsoever. His brief followed shortly after. Tara almost immediately felt the hardened tip of hie penis rub against her exposed thighs. The simple touch of their naked flesh seemed to provide the last spark, allowing instinct and passion to guide the act that followed.

Her eyes still closed, but with a beaming grin on her face, Tara got onto her back. Aaron then got on top of her, their bodies perfectly aligning themselves through the darkness. She eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, further deepening their embrace. That helped guide him the rest of the way, the tip of his member now touching her outer folds. Upon feeling it, he buried his face in her shoulder and neck – grasping her waist with both hands before carefully entering her.

“Oh God…Tara!” Aaron gasped.

Tara let out a deep, affectionate purr. The sweet, smooth penetration of his flesh sliding into her – the tight folds of her vagina stretching and embracing every inch – it was ecstasy. It was beautiful. It was their love taking the form of a real, genuine act. And once their flesh was entwined, the act manifested in that wondrous lover’s dance they knew so well.

It was slow and steady.

Yet, at the same time, it was so thorough and focused.

In the darkness of the night, there was no visual guide – no sight of one another’s naked bodies. Every movement, touch, thrust, and undulation had to be done entirely through feel and familiarity. Aaron knew her body so well. And Tara knew his – knowing where, how, and with what intensity to touch him. They each put their knowledge to good use, making love in the darkness with a harmonic grace that needed to be felt instead of seen.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Aaron…my love!” Tara moaned into the night.

“Tara…so beautiful,” he gasped.

Her smile widened. Him calling her beautiful, despite the limited visibility, just made his words more sincere. With growing passion, she raked her nails over his back, feeling around every masculine sinew as he made love to her.

Together, their bodies moved and grinded together in a sensual heat – naked skin complementing naked skin. Inside her, Tara felt his hardened flesh stimulate all the right spots. Between his touch and sentiment, he stimulated all the right areas – physically and emotionally. And through the exertion, she felt the heat inside her building up – the well of sensations escalating with each intense exertion.

The final result was a late-night orgasm that washed over her like a hot wave of pure pleasure.

“Oh God! Oohhh God! Oohhh yes!” she cooed as the feeling hit.

Her toes curled, her knees bent, and her core erupted in a wondrous release of sensations. She also made her distinct O-Face that Aaron once said looked so adorable – her biting her lower lip while her eyes fluttered liked she were drunk. She knew he was picturing it at that moment. He’d slowed his movements, feeling the extra tightness around his penis. Her orgasmic cries moans always seemed to enchant him. And while she savored the feeling, he lovingly kissed the side of her face.

“I love making you come,” he said, “even in the dead of night.”

Tara replied with another loving purr, offering more affectionate gestures to show her appreciation. However, she had no intention of thanking him with a simple kiss and a hug. The man she loved deserved better. He might not have expected her to climax as quickly as she did, but he had to expect her to return the favor.

Once again, they acted on raw instinct and intense desire. Tara, demonstrating more strength than she thought she had before turning in for the night, grasped Aaron by he shoulders and rolled him onto his back. He offered no resistance, even laughing somewhat at her sudden burst of energy. Tara laughed too, knowing she still had energy to spare.

Now on top, she skillfully straddled his waist – her pelvis still aligned with his and his still-erect penis rubbing against her moist outer folds. Even though her body was still processing the echoes of her orgasm, she eagerly guided his penis back into her flesh – her hot folds surrounding his length once more.

Their flesh once again united, she began riding him. Her eyes remained closed, but her focus never wanted. Just like he’d done with her, Tara let the feelings and sensations guide her movement. Through smooth, steady gyrations, she worked her tight folds along his hardened penis – putting some extra intensity into every motion.

She could sense through his gasps and grunts he was close. His kept his hands on her hips at first. But as he drew near, he directed them to her bouncing breasts – a clear indicator that he too was ready for his share of ecstasy.

“Oh God! Tara…I’m close! I’m really…really close!” he grunted.

“Do it, my love,” she told him. “Feel this…with me!”

She took his hands in hers and squeezed her breasts with him. A warm shiver coursed through her body again, which felt amazing even after an orgasm. It also gave her the extra push she needed to guide her love beyond the brink.

She heard it in his heavy breathing.

She felt it in the way his penis tensed inside her, ready for an overdue release.

When Aaron let out that distinctly orgasmic grasp, she steadied her hips and held him closer. She then felt that distinctly warm feeling of hot, seminal fluids filling her depths – mixing with her feminine justices within. She’d always loved that feeling – the manifestation of their sex converging inside her. It made for a uniquely intimate feeling – a physical connection to go along with the love they’d made together.

“Beautiful…” Aaron said through his orgasmic daze.

“Indeed, it is,” Tara said in agreement, smiling widely through the darkness.

They still couldn’t see each other, but they didn’t have to. Tara could feel his loving smile on her. And she was confident that he felt hers, as well.

For a moment, they lingered in their sexual union – her womanly flesh milking him for every drop of his masculine release. Once the orgasmic rush subsided, she parted from him and captured his lips in a soft kiss. Through the darkness, they found one another once more. And this simple gesture capped off a wonderous act that had emerged through the darkness.

“I love you,” Tara said as she rested her head atop his chest.

“I love you, too,” Aaron replied.

“Even when it’s dark…even when I think I’m tired…you know how to treat a woman,” she said.

“What can I say? It’s a gift and a skill.”

“Call it what you want, babe. I’m happy to share both.” “So am I.”

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Sexy Short Story: Unhealthy Trust

The following is a sexy short story inspired by some stories about why people hook up with ex-lovers. Enjoy!


Maxine “Maxie” Morello was not in a healthy place. She should’ve been used to that by now. She hadn’t been in a healthy state of mind for much of her life. That was somewhat unavoidable for someone whose parents went bankrupt, got divorced, and struggled constantly. By the time she was a teenager, she’d lost track of how many times she’d moved.

As a young adult, Maxie understood that was not an excuse. But that didn’t stop her from slipping back into unhealthy situations. It seemed no matter how many times she tried to get her life together, her self-destructive tendencies found a way to influence her.

That was the only logical explanation she had for her current predictable. Why else would she be leading Jarrod Bowman into her bedroom at two in the morning on a Thursday night?

“Mmm…I missed how great your lips tasted,” he told her with determined lust in his eyes.

“Even when I’ve been drinking?” Maxine quipped.

“Especially when you’ve been drinking!”

He doubled down on that sentiment by aggressively squeezing her butt, biting her lower lip, and practically pushing her towards her unmade bed. Maxine responded with a lustful gaze of her own, responding favorably to his actions in a way that set a distinct mood.

It was not healthy.

It was not wise.

But this was happening.

Maxine was going to hook up with her ex-boyfriend – the same ex-boyfriend she’d broken up with twice before and for good reason. They were not right for each other. They fought constantly and tended to feed their worst tendencies. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Because there was one critical element that kept her and Jarrod coming back to one another.

“I trust you remember how I like it, Jar,” Maxine told him.

“I haven’t forgotten, Maxi. How the hell could I possibly forget?” Jarrod said before pushing her onto the bed, slipping off his belt, and kicking his shoes.

The seriousness in his gaze triggered something in Maxine – something she knew could only lead to more unhealthy thoughts and actions. But it was too late. The switch inside her had flipped. She’d been lonely, horny, and anxious all week. Unhealthy or not, she needed this. It defied logic, emotions, and everything in between. But she needed it.

As Jarrod crawled onto the bed with her, Maxine slipped out of the jacket she’d been wearing when she’d met up with him at a diner two blocks from her apartment. She then slid her shirt off while he aggressively reached for her pants, undid them with ease, and pulled them off – leaving her in the overpriced bra and panties she’d worn on purpose.

That lecherous glint in his eyes confirmed he liked what he saw. He remembered how much it turned him on when they were still together. He was so taken that he barely noticed her grabbing the collar of his shirt, which Maxine could tell he hadn’t washed in days, and pulled it off over his head. That further fueled his aggression. And with heightened urgency, he took off his pants and underwear – the intensifying mood having left him very much aroused.

“I missed your dick,” Maxine said in the heat of the moment.

“Is that all you missed?” Jarrod said with a lurid sneer.

“Pretty much,” she teased.

He laughed, but did not seem overly amused. That just encouraged more aggressive foreplay – the kind that did plenty to stoke Maxine’s unhealthy desires.

He kept kissing and nibbling around her lips and neck – using his body weight to keep her pinned, as well his powerful hands to explore her body. At some point during these heated gestures, he tore off her bra and panties. Maxine heard the clasp on her bra break and the fabric of her panties tear. For some reason, these tangible manifestations of Jarrod’s aggression turned her on even more.

He had never been an overly careful and considerate kind of lover.

He also wasn’t afraid to get rough. That might have gotten him in trouble with other women who had healthier ideas of relationships. But for Maxine, it was a big part of what kept bringing them back together – even when they should’ve stayed away.

For now, she silenced that part of her brain – ignoring every warning and urging to not do this with someone who was not good for her. Instead, she listened to the part that reminded her Jarrod was one of the few men she still trusted with her body and sex.

They kept touching, groping, and kissing – helping their bodies get reacquainted with one another. His penis was already fully erect and ready for her. She had been wet between her thighs since before their clothes came off. Any semblance of patience and restraint quickly faded.

“Fuck me!” Maxine told him in a blunt, serious tone.

Jarrod answered with a simple grin and a grunt, never one to say much when it came to sex. That was something else Maxine appreciated more than most. He didn’t overthink a situation. He just went for it.

He was every bit as direct and crude as ever as he grasped her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and positioned himself on top of her. His pelvis now aligned with hers, Jarrod thrust his hips forward and entered her – driving hardened, masculine flesh into the moist depths of her vagina. Maxine let out a sharp gasp as the familiar sensations of sex washed over her, gripping the sheets under her and holding on tightly. Because she knew what she was in for.

“Oh yeah! So hot and tight…I missed this too!” Jarrod said.

Once he had his first taste of her sex, he proceeded to indulge recklessly – unleashing every ounce of lust, desire, and energy upon her. He made full use of his leverage over her, going at it hard and fast – the hot, fleshly sound of his flesh smacking against hers filling the room. The bed under them rocked hard. The dirty sheets wrinkled and furrowed to every movement. It was so hot and raw – visceral and crude. The circumstances might have been so wrong, but the sensations felt so right.

“Yes! That’s it! Ohhh yes!” Maxine panted.

Such hot, intense sensations inspired equally heated gestures. Maxine showed some aggression of her own, hooking her legs around his waist and driving her feet into his lower back – encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. He returned the favor by hungrily grasping her breasts, nibbling around her neck, and growling like an animal whenever he drove extra deep into her depths.

It wasn’t always comfortable. It didn’t offer much in terms of affection, either. But as crude or callous as it might have been, it had the desired result. Maxine climaxed hard under the weight of her ex-lover’s lust.

“Oohhh fuck, yeah!” she exclaimed when the feeling hit.

“Damn! You needed this more than me,” Jarrod commented, still balls-deep inside her.

“Shut up…and keep fucking me!”

That was not a smart thing to say for a man who had a bad habit of being rough with his lovers. But Maxine said it with the implicit trust that Jarrod knew her limits, as well as his own. He knew what she could take and what he could deliver. That trust was key to what made their sex so uniquely satisfying.

That first orgasm triggered a succession rough, raucous sex acts coupled with rough, aggressive gestures. Jarrod kept hammering away, groping and fondling her naked body – frequently dominating her with his strength and body weight. At one point, he even pinned her wrists by her head – rendering her completely vulnerable as he humped harder and faster, eventually culminating with a climax of his own. But even as she felt his thick cum fill her vagina, Maxine knew this was just the beginning.

“Come here, Maxi!” he said hungrily, just as he finished coming.

The next thing she knew, he was propped on his knees, holding her firmly by her hair, and shoving her head directly towards his crotch where his semi-hard penis awaited. Maxine offered no reluctance or resistance. Now drunk on the pleasure of their sex, she gave him a messy, but effective blowjob – demonstrating that her oral sex skills hadn’t waned since their last breakup.

As she slid her lips and tongue along the length of his penis, he soon became erect once more. Maxine then soon found herself bent over and pinned against the wall over the headboard of her bed – her butt presented to her aggressive lover. He pounced on her like an animal in heat, grasping her hips and re-entering her sex.

Again, their naked bodies rocked in a hard, ravenous rhythm.

Again, the exchanged aggressive, crude gestures of lust.

Jarrod cupped her breasts, bit her shoulder, and slapped her butt with more force than most men would dare. Maxine winced, but encouraged him with moans and profanity.

“Harder, you horny bastard! Harder!” she shouted.

Jarrod heeded her every word, vulgar as it might have been. He didn’t even let up when he left marks or welts on her naked skin. They were sure to sting in the morning. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Maxine ended up climaxing again, letting out that distinct moan he knew so well. It was both a benefit and a byproduct of the trust she’d placed in him. That made it seem even less healthy, but she was beyond caring at this point.

More ravenous sex followed. And Maxine made sure to reward Jarrod’s trust with some aggression of her own. After so much fervent humping, she let him catch his breath by getting on top and riding him cowgirl style. That didn’t just bring him to another climax. It allowed him to firmly squeeze her bouncing breasts and pinch her nipples – something he always appreciated.

Once he delivered another seminal load into her womb, they gave each other another round of oral sex – getting into a 69 position with her on top. It took a bit longer to get him hard again. But as soon as he was ready, they went right back at it – getting in the center of the bed and entwining their bodies once more.

They really pushed themselves, physically and sexually. Jarrod worked up a healthy sweat. And Maxine’s hair became messy and disheveled. A more balanced couple would’ve stopped or slowed down, but neither she nor Jarrod were inclined to throw in the towel – not until every last ounce of unhealthy lust had been exhausted.

Maxine didn’t bother keeping track how many times they did it or how long they went at it. By the time her body finally gave out, she was a sweaty, panting mess – lying on her side next to Jarrod, watching him splayed out on the center of the bed with his eyes close while catching his breath. The whole room smelled like sex – the air thick with that lurid humidity they knew so well. Even in a state of afterglow, he annoyed her by taking up so much of her bed. But she didn’t have the energy to berate him over it.

“That was…intense,” Maxine said, now dazed and drained.

“Yeah…intense,” said Jarrod, still panting heavily.

“It was also wrong. You know that, right?”

“Is it really?”

“It is! You and me…we’re not good for each other. Our entire relationship…the fighting, the breakups, and the sex…it’s not healthy.”

Jarrod was silent for a moment. He was rarely that talkative after sex. But he still cast her an understanding glance, not at all dissuaded by her disheveled state.

“You might be right. Hell, you probably are,” he conceded. “But like it or not, I know you…and you know me. I can trust you with things that I can’t trust with anyone else. And you can trust me too.”

“That’s still not healthy,” she retorted.

“I never said it was. But whenever we need something like this…unhealthy or not…it’s nice having someone like that in our messed-up lives. And the fact it makes for great sex…well, that’s just a nice bonus.”

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The Christmas Chronicles: A Perfect Modern Christmas Movie

This is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World.

This festive video celebrates “The Christmas Chronicles.” It has become one of my favorite holiday movies and it’s something I find myself watching often during the holiday season. It’s a newer entry into the crowded world of Christmas movies, but I genuinely believe that this movie has everything you’d want in a modern Christmas movie. Enjoy!

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Happy Thanksgiving 2023!

This is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World.

And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, this video is a special message from me to those I’m thankful for. Enjoy!

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Sexy Short Story: No Need To Hurry

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!


It used to be so constrained. Veronica Aguilar was a very affectionate person, by nature. She was also a very sexual person, by nature. She learned that about herself in high school. But in doing so, she also realized the challenges that came with pursuing such passions.

Having such traditional, uptight parents, it was challenging to talk about sex. It was even more challenging to actually pursue it, especially after inheriting her mother’s shapely feminine figure. Veronica still managed to rise to that challenge, finding creative ways to be intimate with her lovers.

Sometimes, that required lying about where she was and who she was with for extended periods.

Sometimes, that required making good use of any time in which her activities wouldn’t be scrutinized.

But for most of her adult life, Veronica was always being scrutinized by someone and not just her parents. She had been the first among her three siblings to go to college and actually graduate. She was also the first to actually find a stable job at a government think tank. Navigating all of that while still seeking the intimate company of others proved a difficult balancing act – one her friends, relatives, and younger sister often failed to manage.

It had been so stressful for so many years. But that was the past. Now, Veronica found herself in an unfamiliar, but intriguing position.

“I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning. Do you?” asked Alan Kruse, a dashingly handsome young man she’d met through a dating app.

It was such a simple question. Many men had asked it in some form, often flirtatiously and suggestively. And in every instance, Veronica had to give them a disappointing answer, even when she was very much in the mood.

But this time was different.

This time, she had no morning classes to attend, no exams to study for, and no job to get to at the crack of dawn.

For once, she could smile at this handsome man within her grasp and answer with complete honesty.

“Nope!” Veronica said proudly. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“Good,” said Alan with an excited grin, “because you strike me as a woman who values time…especially for moments like this.”

He drew her in closely and kissed her, snaking an arm around her waist while caressing the side of her face. Veronica purred softly and melted under his touch, her legs becoming weak and her inner thighs becoming hot.

It was a familiar predicament, being in the arms of an attractive man on a Friday night just outside his apartment. This wasn’t even her first time hooking up with Alan, but it was only their fourth official date. And they’d had sex after the second.

But that experience had a frustrating time constraint, having happened the night before her Aunt Anita’s wedding – once again requiring that they be mindful of her time, if only to avoid the risk of showing up disheveled in front of her family. It was still enjoyable, having convinced Veronica that Alan was a lover worth pursuing. Now, here was an opportunity to see how great sex could be when it didn’t have to be rushed or constrained.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” Veronica whispered seductively into his ear. “Let’s make some sweet, unrushed moments together.”

She sense Alan’s face light up without seeing it. He now knew that he was getting laid tonight and so was she. But unlike other overeager men she’d been with, he didn’t rush them up into his building and into his apartment. He just kept his arm securely around her waist and led the way, offering affectionate gestures to build up the mood between them.

That did make a difference. Because that mood escalated quickly.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered to him while on the elevator – and with three people in front of them, no less.

Alan replied with a tactful grin before giving her butt a light squeeze, a subtle way of letting her know he shared the sentiment.

They maintained that subtlety the rest of the way to his apartment. Even after entering with him, there was no sudden urgency to get naked, get in bed, and get down to their sexy business. She and Alen just kept kissing and embracing, enjoying the affectionate gestures that conveyed the extent of their desire to one another.

At one point, Alan still removed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Shortly after, Veronica set aside her purse and slipped out of her heels. She knew where his bedroom was and how much noise they could make without upsetting the neighbors. But she didn’t agonize over how much or how little her family scrutinized her private life, nor did she concern herself with the hour of the night.

She and Alan let their bodies go on autopilot – their lust, desire, and affection guiding them for what awaited.

“I really need this,” Veronica said through a light gasp.

“And I’m happy to give it to you,” Alan replied.

She doubted he understood the subtext of her words. Just needing sex was one thing. Needing an unrushed, unconstrained experience with a good lover was something else entirely. Alan could only grasp that to a point, having come from a less traditional background with a family that didn’t give him a curfew on prom night. But he didn’t have to in order to make this feeling count.

Veronica let this handsome man embrace that feeling with her. Through their kissing and touching, they eventually did make it to his bedroom. They didn’t bother closing the door or excess tact – an unfamiliar feeling for her, having snuck more than one lover into her dorm room in college. They even dared to settle down somewhat, sitting down at the foot of his bed – her legs casually draped over his lap.

It was an odd feeling, not ripping off each other’s clothes to ensure they had enough time for the fun stuff. They had plenty of time. And Veronica intended to use it.

In that spirit, an idea came to her.

“Sit back,” she said to him. “I’m gonna strip for you.”

“Is that something else you need?” Alan asked coyly.

“It’s more like…something I’m happy to give to you, as well.”

The handsome man just kept grinning, leaning back on his arms to give her room to work. He had no idea how much she was acting on a whim or how unfamiliar these circumstances were for her. But she didn’t let it show. For all he knew, she gave a sexy striptease to every man she slept with.

Veronica let him make that assumption as she slipped off his lap, stood in front of him, and channeled her inner stripper. She’d once been to a strip club with some college friends of hers. She knew what it entailed. But with no loud music, drunk men, or elaborate outfits, she could do it her way.

“Look at me…watch me…think about all the wonderful ways we’re going to enjoy each other’s sex,” said Veronica in a sexually charged voice.

In her head, her favorite dance song started playing – the beat, the lyrics, and the rhythm echoing within her mind. She began swaying and dancing, showing off the feminine curves of her hips and the cleavage that her tight-fitting black dress barely contained. Even without music, Alan was entranced. He watched with an attentiveness that only further motivated Veronica.

Once she set the mood, she began peeling off her clothes. But she made it a point to go slowly and sensually, starting by pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulder and sliding it down her frame. Every bit of skin acted as a brief tease, followed by a greater reveal. By the time the dress was down at her ankles, leaving her in a simple pair of lace bra and panties, the air in the room felt noticeably hotter. And Alan clearly sensed it too.

“Damn,” he said under his breath as he took in her half-naked form.

Veronica grinned playfully and slipped back onto his lap, straddling his waist so that her pelvis grinded against his – allowing her to feel the growing hardness in his pants. She welcomed his touch on her newly exposed skin. She also invited him to join her in her unclothed state.

“Want my help getting out of those itchy clothes?” she offered.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest,” Alan replied.

Still leaning back on his arms, he kissed her lips softly and let her continue the erotic display. Like she’d done with her dress, Veronica was slow, yet thorough in undressing her lover – undoing each button of his dress shirt, gently guiding it off his well-toned upper body, and undoing the belt on his pants. He accommodated her every action, tossing the crumbled-up shirt across the room and lifting his hips so that she could get his pants off. Once down to his underwear, the extent of his arousal became clear and tangible.

“Enjoying the show?” Veronica asked coyly while glancing at his bulging erection.

“I certainly am,” Alan answered. “Although some parts of me are enjoying it more than others.”

“I can see that,” she said. “I too have body parts that are getting rather impatient.”

“There’s still no need to hurry.”

“I don’t plan to. But let’s not ignore our shared priorities.”

That was a creative way of saying they were both very horny and very ready for sex. Veronica’s mind might be eager to take things easy for once, but her body reminded her that she still had critical needs. And some needs required greater urgency.

The elaborate striptease gave way to more direct foreplay. She and Alan fell back on the bed together – kissing, touching, groping, and fondling one another in a sexually charged fervor. This quickly resulted in their underwear coming off – starting with Veronica’s bra, followed by Alan’s boxers, and ending with her on her back while he slid off her panties.

Once fully nude, the heat of their desire became more tangible. She could feel his hardened penis pressing against her, the manly flesh aching for her feminine warmth. And at one point, Alan slipped his hand between her thighs and lightly cupped her vulva, feeling the contours of her outer folds and the extent of her arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Alan said to her.

“You’re so hard,” Veronica said right back to him.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Do it!” she said intently. “But please…take your time. Enjoy this with me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Many men made promises, especially in the presence of naked women. But Alan struck her as a man who valued keeping promises, especially when he had a naked woman within his grasp. She decided to trust that he would keep it. Whatever followed would be theirs to cherish.

This handsome, dedicated man set the right tone. He lightly grasped her hips, laid her in the center of the bed atop the covers, and got on top of her – aligning his naked body with hers, parting her legs and angling his hips in just the right way. Veronica was already breathing heavily, lightly grasping his neck as she planted her feet firmly on the bed, beckoning him with her eyes to enter her and fill this need.

Alan heeded this call, not diverting her gaze for an instant as he guided his hardened penis into her. The familiar feeling of fleshly penetration followed, sending equally familiar sensations coursing through her body. He went slower than usual, savoring every bit of her moist depths. And once their union was complete, a new feeling took over.

Desire turned to action.

Intent became real.

Veronica was having sex with this man, but without urgency or concern. It gave a distinct spirit to this intimate act she loved so much.

“Wow…” she gasped in daze.

“Yeah…wow,” Alan grinned as instincts took over.

His amazement was likely different from hers, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his promise. Their bodies now entwined, he began working his hips – humping, thrusting, and moving that manly from of his in a manner that perfectly complemented their shared want for this feeling. He quickly built up a rhythm, but didn’t let it get too rapid or rough. He took a quality over quantity approach to their sex, making every intimate enmeshing of their flesh count.

It was amazing.

It felt so good – better than Veronica could’ve imagined.

“That’s it! Ooh that’s it!” she gasped. “Just like that! Just…like…that!”

This was usually the part of sex where she let herself go – forgetting whatever constraints that bound her, ignoring whatever scrutiny she happened to be dealing with, and just enjoy this simple act of great pleasure. It was her way of rewarding herself for achieving the desires that the world seemed intent on tempering.

But this time, Veronica found herself taking in every minute detail of this experience. She kept her eyes wide open, even as Alan buried his face in her neck as their bodies rocked. And she eagerly trailed her fingers over every sinew of her lover’s back, matching the thoroughness of his efforts. This revealed a new dimension of sex and intimacy – a unique feeling that could only come with a focused, but unrushed mentality.

“This is it,” Veronica said under her breath. “This is the feeling I wanted…needed…craved.”

It wasn’t raucous, ravenous, or strenuous. The bed didn’t shake hard, nor did their bodies strain with the various thrusts, humps, and movements. Veronica was used to sex being such a workout. Going slowly and carefully allowed for a much more drawn out experience.

“Veronica…you’re incredible…beautiful…wonderful!” Alan panted.

She found herself smiling widely. Usually, when she had sex and things got intense, there would be a lot of dirty talk and profanity. She often encouraged it, matching every crude remark her lover said in the heat of the moment.

But there was something oddly refreshing about hearing such tame words from her lover. It nicely reflected a gentler, less crude brand of sex. That perfectly fit the tone of this act. Veronica supplemented it even more by wrapping her legs around his waist, adding some extra force to his thrusts, and whispering affectionate words right into his ear.

“Alan…you’re a man of your word,” she said to him. “I’m already…so close.”

Hearing this, he intensified the rhythm, but only slightly. Their naked bodies kept moving and grinding together, the inner muscles of her vagina tensing more as she neared her waiting climax. But rather than grab onto his shoulders as though he were the edge of a cliff, Veronica just closed her eyes and moaned deeply as she came.

It felt as good as any orgasm should feel.

It filled her with that familiar rush of pleasure – her toes curling, her lower body burning, and her heart racing as pure ecstasy flowed through her.

But there was something more satisfying to this feeling – an added level of awareness to its beauty that she had never been able to grasp. It didn’t just make for better sex. It was like finding a new world within a world.

“My God…” Veronica gasped.

“Easy there, beautiful,” said Alan, steading their bodies briefly. “Are you okay?”

It came off as a question in jest. But her beaming smile was dead serious. This man had no idea what he had just given her, beyond the simple pleasures of sex. But he didn’t need to understand. She just needed him to keep sharing in this moment.

“I’m more than okay…much more!” she answered.

Veronica kissed him deeply to further allay any concerns. He kissed back, happy to continue their sex. Having done his part to set the tone and mood, she offered to share the effort. And without saying a word, Alan accepted.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she rolled him over so that she was on top. From there, using her newfound leverage, she began riding him in a steady succession of sexual motions. Like him, she made every movement count – allowing him to enjoy the feeling while admiring her naked body. But even with that steady, unrushed pace, the pressure built quickly. He too was ready to climax.

“Veronica…I’m close too!” he gasped. “Almost…there…oh God!”

His release was a bit more vocal than hers. He let out that deep, masculine moan that Veronica found so erotic – grasping her hips, closing eyes, and soaking in ecstasy of the hot release that followed.

She just kept smiling down at him affectionately, lightly pawing his chest as she felt their hot sexual fluids mix inside her depths. It added to the overall feeling – intimacy, ecstasy, and affection all taking a real form. Veronica gladly savored it with him, even guiding his hands to her breasts while he processed the feeling.

While he caught his breath, she laid on top of him and casually kissed around his unshaven face. Alan kept grinning widely as he embraced her as well, the added depth of the feeling subsuming him as well.

“Sometimes…it’s good to take things slow,” he said distantly. “To really take time to be careful…thoughtful…and patient.”

“You have no idea,” Veronica found herself saying. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

Veronica bit her lower lip, not entirely realizing what she’d just said. It didn’t affect the mood or temper their naked embrace. But it was a reminder that she’d spent much of her life approaching sex with urgency and constraints. Now, she had a newfound appreciation for just enjoying the moment for all its worth.

“Nothing,” she said, already initiating a fresh round of foreplay. “Now, come on! I’m up for more sex if you are. After all…there’s no need to hurry.”

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