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Sexy Short Story: Kickoff

The following is a sexy short story about a couple celebrating the kickoff of a new NFL season. One day, I hope to share a similar celebration with my future wife. Enjoy!

It had been seven long months for Patrick Bell and his wife, Joseline Amaya – seven months since they woke up early on a Sunday, full of excitement and anticipation. It shouldn’t have seemed so long ago. They had navigated periods of time far more extensive than that throughout their lifetime. Even so, it had once again been an agonizing wait.

That was because it had been seven months since Patrick and Joseline had watched a meaningful game of NFL football together. They still remembered vividly watching the final seconds tick away of the Super Bowl back in February. It has been an exciting, satisfying conclusion to another season. But as always, there was a solemn realization every time the colorful confetti fell on the new champion.

Football season was over. And they wouldn’t be able to watch another meaningful game until September.

Every Sunday after that felt so empty and uneventful. Patrick remembered waking up the following weekend, seeing Joseline just stirring her morning coffee with a spoon, already wanting the next season to start. He knew that feeling well. And he knew the agony of the wait before them.

Like her, he came from a family of die-hard sports fans. His mother, his brother, and his two sisters built many fond memories around gathering by the TV, eating snacks, and watching football on a Sunday afternoon. His father once said it best.

“There are only two seasons. Football season and getting ready for football season.”

Joseline’s family was very similar. She said that while other girls watched Disney movies, she would watch Sportscenter with her dad and two brothers to see football highlights. Her father also happened to be a former player and a high school football coach. Her mother worked in sports medicine, specializing in young athletes. Fittingly enough, Joseline ended up going into the same field, which only seemed to amplify her love of the sport.

That set her apart from many other women. Some men were even shocked by just how much she loved sports like football. Joseline could reduce some men to tears with her knowledge of the NFL and NCAA. It was a big part of what had attracted him to her in the first place. And when she told him about how she built her entire Sundays around watching NFL football, Patrick knew she was the one. She was the love of his life.

But at the moment, their love for each other and their love for sports was not their primary source of frustration.

“Is it just me? Or is the clock on my phone moving slower?” said Joseline as she paced restlessly around the living room.

“It’s not just you. That much, I’m sure of,” Patrick replied.

“Damn! Just once, I’d like to be able to blame the clocks,” she said with a sigh.

“Well, maybe one year, we’ll catch a break and experience a time-space anomaly. For now, we just have to endure one more hour without football.”

“Also known as the longest hour of the year,” said Joseline.

Patrick watched his wife pace faster. He had been habitually checking the time, as well. Whether it was the clock on the cable box or the timer on his phone, every second seem to tick by slower. They were so close to a new NFL season. They just had to hold out a bit longer.

That once again proved easier said than done. He and Joseline had woken up earlier than usual. They made it a point to get all their groceries, finish any incomplete chores, and prepare their lunch and snacks before kickoff. Along the way, they watched a couple of pregame shows. They also checked their fantasy football teams, even comparing notes with friends and relatives.

It was all just filler activities to help pass the time. But now, they had run out of things to do to occupy themselves. All that was left was to wait by the TV for kickoff. They already had the NFL Redzone channel queued up. There was even this final countdown timer on the screen. But it still moved painfully slow.

“There’s gotta be a better way to deal with the offseason,” Joseline said with a heavy sighed.

“If there is, I’m not smart enough to know it,” said Patrick. “Maybe we’ve been doing something wrong these past seven months?”

“That or we just love football too damn much,” she said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Well, if loving football that much is wrong, then I’m not sure I want to be right.”

“Why would it be wrong? Hell, if it weren’t for football, we never would’ve met. What other girl meets her future husband at one a.m. in a sports bar during a Monday night game in week two?”

“What other girl stays sober long enough at a bar to keep yelling at the TV when all her friends have checked out?” Patrick quipped.

“In my defense, my old college friends were lousy drinkers,” she quipped.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you only had half-a-beer by the fourth quarter…or the fact that you yelled almost as loud as me when at that bullshit pass interference call.”

“Almost?” she questioned, sounding offended at such a notion.

“You want me to call up my dad and brother again? They were there. They’ll back me up. They’ll even recount how you kissed me on the spot when the game ended on a pick six in overtime.”

“Will they also recount what happened in the women’s bathroom fifteen minutes later?” she said curtly.

“If they did, that would be very awkward. But it wouldn’t make me less right.”

She laughed again and flipped him off, as was often her refrain when he won an argument. Patrick just shrugged innocently, smiling back with the same look he had that fateful night they first met.

Right or not, it was a fond memory – meeting Joseline at that sports bar during their freshman year of college. The only reason he’d gone to that bar was because the TV in his dorm had broken and he refused to miss Monday Night Football. Patrick didn’t go with the expectation to meet a beautiful woman who loved football as much as he did. That was just how it all played out.

The game had just started when he arrived with his dad and brother, who were in town at the time. And Joseline was already yelling at the TV, much to the annoyance of her female friends, who were more interested in drinking and flirting. She was also arguing constantly with other men at the bar, challenging them their football knowledge and their ability to surmise how the game would unfold. Some men flirted with her, but most just couldn’t keep up with her – not until he approached her.

That encounter was the first of many. For the rest of the season that year, they met up to watch football every Sunday. Joseline claimed she just wanted to watch with a guy who could talk seriously about football without staring at her tits every two minutes. That fell apart after just a few weeks. And by the time the playoffs started that year, they were hooking up after every game.

Watching football together wasn’t just a fun Sunday activity for them to share. It had been the catalyst for why they fell in love to begin with. It carried a great deal of meaning for them. He and Joseline had only come to appreciate it more after getting married.

“What do you think they’re doing to pass the time?” Joseline wondered as she started pacing again.

“Hard to say,” said Patrick. “My dad and my mom usually keep themselves busy with crossword puzzles. My brother just constantly shuffles cards and plays poker with himself.”

“I still think that’s weird,” she said.

“You’re not the only one. But I tried both last year. It didn’t make the time go that much faster.”

“Neither did my dad’s tried and true approach of re-watching old Super Bowls on VHS,” said Joseline. “It never did much for me. But I swear that’s like meditation for him.”

“I’m just surprised he still has a working VHS player. But if it works, I still envy him.”

“Maybe it does something special for him – something you just can’t get by watching highlights from YouTube,” she wondered.

“If there is, it’s too late for us this season. We’ll just have to find something else to do to get us through the home stretch.”

Joseline sighed again. She then checked her phone and groaned. Time still wasn’t moving fast enough. Restless and resigned, she set her phone aside on the table next to the couch. Patrick remained fixated on the TV for a moment, watching the countdown clock on the NFL Redzone channel tick down. It wouldn’t move fast enough for him, either.

They were so close. The final hour was upon them. He and Joseline just needed to hold out a bit longer. Anything that could make time go a little bit faster would be godsend at this point.

A anxious silence fell over the living room. He and Joseline stared at the TV for a brief moment. Patrick was prepared to get up and pace anxiously with her. Then, she looked back towards him and her demeanor shifted. She suddenly got this look in her eye that said an idea had just come to her – one that likely wasn’t normal.

“Well, if neither of us can thank of anything right now, there’s always one alternative,” Joseline said with a hint of mischievous subtext.

“And what might that be?” asked Patrick.

She cast him a knowing smirk. She then proceeded to casually slip out of her sweatpants, remove her shirt, and undo her bra. Patrick was momentarily taken aback, seeing his wife undress on the spot. Even though he had seen her naked many times before, watching her take her clothes off with such a cavalier attitude was still quite jarring – albeit in the best possible way.

“What are you waiting for? Take your pants off,” she said, as though it were the most casual request she could’ve made.

Patrick remained dumbstruck for a brief moment. Then, he started thinking with his other head. And like a reflex, he did as his wife asked. He slipped out of his pants, boxers and all. He fumbled a bit, having not prepared himself for his wife’s actions. But her intentions quickly became clear as she slipped out of her panties, tossed them across the room, and approached him.

“Stay seated,” Joseline told him, speaking in that sexy, authoritative voice she knew he loved.

“Um…is there a plan here?” Patrick asked while taking off his shirt.

“No plan. Only a goal,” she replied. “We need to distract ourselves. This will help with that.”

Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but chose to stay silent. Either his brain wasn’t getting enough blood anymore or he just couldn’t contest her point. Her logic was as sound as could be. If this helped pass the time between now and kickoff, then what was the downside?

He stopped giving it further thought as he watched Joseline drop to her knees, position herself in front of him, and eye his exposed penis. He was still a bit surprised. The blood was just starting to flow to his lower body. But his wife didn’t wait for him to get into a better mental and physical state. She just went for it, grasping the base of his shaft with one hand and enveloping the tip with her soft, supple lips.

“Oh Josie!” Patrick gasped.

Now sinking comfortably into the couch, he closed his eyes and let his wife work her magic. Joseline ditched the usual finesse and technique she employed with oral sex, opting instead for a more direct approach. She was so focused and fervent, sucking hard and stroking his manhood. Audible slurping noises soon filled the living room, briefly overshadowing the noise of the TV.

Patrick loved every second of it – not just because it was a distraction, but because his Joseline was so skilled at oral sex, even in unusual situations. She never shied away from getting down and dirty in the spirit of a quality sex life. Usually, she was so selective about when she unleashed this side to her – saving it for either their honeymoon, their anniversary, or a special occasion. This was so unexpected and spontaneous. But that just made it hotter in Patrick’s mind.

He eagerly lost himself in the sensations that followed, enjoying the hot feeling of her lips and tongue working their way over his manly flesh. It wasn’t long before his member grew erect, becoming fully hardened within her mouth. Even after achieving this state, Joseline continued sucking. But before long, she grew impatient in a whole new way.

“Is this helping?” she asked while stroking his cock with one hand.

“Oh yeah! It’s definitely helping,” said Patrick without hesitation.

“Good. Because now I need you to return the favor.”

Without saying another word, she shot up from the floor. Then, still moving with a sense of urgency, she got onto his lap and straddled his hips in an upright cowgirl position. Their naked bodies now aligned, Patrick had a perfect frontal view of his wife’s face and exposed upper body.

“Do me,” she urged him. “Bounce me on your cock. Rock my world until I forget what time it is!”

“Well, since you were so helpful to me…” he said.

Patrick let his words trail off, opting to take the same direct approach she had shown with him. This was usually the point during sex where he would throw some creative wordplay into the mix. She’d always loved how he talked dirty during passionate moments. But this time, he let his actions do the talking.

Taking a firm hold of her hips, he proceeded to make love to her. He not overly careful or overly callous about it. Patrick just channeled pure, unfiltered lust in rhythmically thrusting his hips upwards, driving his manhood into her vagina. Their flesh now entwined, he used his hips and his strong arms to bounce his wife’s naked body in focused outpouring of passion. He locked eyes with her, daring her to stay focused on him as they rocked and writhed together on the couch.

Breathing grew ragged and labored.

Gasps and grunts quickly filled the room, along with the hot slithering sounds of their fleshly entwinement.

It wasn’t the most romantic setting in which to express their love. But for a couple of die-hard football fans, it was so fitting. And it soon had the desired effect.

A steady outflow of pleasurable sensations emerged from their sex, coursing through their bodies as every sensual motion played out before them. Patrick made sure to thrust with added force, causing her breasts and butt to bounce in accord with bit of exertion. Joseline supplemented his efforts, grasping onto his shoulders and gyrating her hips to help work her hot flesh along his. It was so crude in terms of approach, but there was no getting around the results.

It was working.

Patrick had already forgotten about the time. All he could think about now was making love to his wife.

“We’re doing this. We’re really doing this!” Joseline said intently.

“Yeah…we are,” Patrick grunted, tightening his grip on her hips.

“Soon…kickoff will arrive,” she continued, as if to keep encouraging him. “Soon…the new season…will begin. Soon, we’ll…we’ll…ohhh God!”

Joseline cut herself off, a powerful orgasm having rushed up on her faster than expected. It seemed to catch her off guard, but Patrick new her O-Face well. When she closed her eyes, tensed her legs, and arched her lower back, that was the point of no return. She was going to climax.

He watched it unfold before him in a glorious display, grinning as she dug her nails into his shoulders and held on while the orgasmic waves washed over her. He had to slow his pace, the added tightness of her inner folds deepening their fleshly connection. It was so hot and tight that it sent him to the brink as well. Patrick thought he could hold out a bit longer. But he was wrong.

“Ohhh God!” he grunted as he too crossed the point of no return.

Wrapping his armed around her waist, he buried his face in his wife’s cleavage as he got his release. It was so sharp and intense, her hot flesh still throbbing around his penis as he filled her depths with his seed. That sweet mix of sensual fluids gave form and substance to their love – a feeling they had both come to appreciate, regardless of their mood.

For a brief moment, time really did seem to lose meaning. He and Joseline just kept embracing, their naked bodies entwined on the couch. They continued panting heavily, a light afterglow settling over them as the orgasmic rush subsided. In this sensual daze, their gaze met again and they shared a deep kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated, but that didn’t bother them. They were feeling too good to care.

Then, just as the daze began to fade as well, they heard it.

The countdown to kickoff was over. And they heard the familiar voice of Scott Hansen welcome the audience to NFL Redzone. Almost immediately, Joseline’s face lit up with newfound excitement.

“It’s time!” she said.

“Guess that means this distraction was successful,” he pointed out with a grin.

“Yes. Very successful!”

Now giddy with joy at the ensuing kickoff to the new NFL season, Joseline slipped off his lap, their flesh parting in the process. They were still covered in a light sweat. And they were definitely going to need those refreshments they’d set on the nearby table along with he snacks.

But they were ready. So, now sitting side-by-side on the couch, still naked and feeling a lingering afterglow, Patrick and Joseline settled in for a new season of NFL football.

“Should we get dressed before we get too comfortable?” she wondered.

“A bit too late for that,” he said. “I’m feeling pretty damn comfortable right now.”

“Me too. But I don’t think I’ve ever watched football naked.”

“Me neither,” said Patrick. “What if we end up liking it?”

“Well, I guess that just gives us another reason to look forward to football season!”

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Sexy Short Story: The Protest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You nervous?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that asshole lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, the elaborate protest Jane had planned could begin.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them bitches all night long!”

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them with that big fat dong!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doggy style,” she found herself saying.

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

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

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

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

“Watch us…while we…come! Ohhhh fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me neither,” Jane told him.

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

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

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

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

“More so than expected,” said Jane.

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

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

Some were older, ranging from middle age to elderly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah!”

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Jack Reads | Excerpt | Skin Deep

The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. And it has me reading an excerpt of my novel, “Skin Deep.” I wrote it back in 2012 and I’m offering a brief sample that I hope will find a new audience. Enjoy!

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Sexy Short Story: Comforting Purpose

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

Her latest update finished downloading.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Trent Tillerson definitely needed both companionship and comfort.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the feeling of a kind, caring companion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on,” she said softly. “Do it.”

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

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

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

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

“Trent…I feel it!” Alle gasped.

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

The flesh now entwined, their sex commenced.

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

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

Older models of sex robots merely mimicked the response.

Newer models like hers actually felt it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alle…I’m close,” Trent told her.

“As am I,” she said lovingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhh Alle!”

Oohhh Trent!”

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

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

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

It meant something to her.

It meant something to him.

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

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

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

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

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

Some robots were content to just be sexual companions.

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

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Sexy Short Story: Summer Pajamas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You and your summer pajamas,” he commented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And it gets better!”

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

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

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

“Rina…my love,” Rod said in a daze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oohhh Rod!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You already have,” Rod replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rina!” he cried out.

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

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

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

“I know. I love you too,” Rina said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sexy Short Story: Want Some Company?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were coughing uncontrollably.

They couldn’t breathe without help.

Their body was failing them with each passing moment.

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

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

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


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

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

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

“If only…” she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

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

“Sometimes, I hate how perceptive you are.”

“Is this one of those times?”

“No. It’s not.”

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

It felt good.

It was just what she wanted.

I was just what she needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…I can do that too,” he said.

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

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

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

“Tyler…take me,” she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh yes!”

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

“Marilyn…oh God!” he gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm…thanks for reminding me.”

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

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

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Sexy Short Story: The Bouncer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If only they knew,” Anna mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up and kiss me!” Anna said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Anna…” gasped Hector.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do your clients know that?”

“They don’t. And they never will!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…take me,” Anna beckoned.

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

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

“Ohhh Hector!” Anna exclaimed.

“Anna…” was all he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew that drove her wild.

He knew that made her squeal with delight.

He also knew that hastened her journey towards orgasmic bliss.

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

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

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

“Mmm…and I love rewarding you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is?” Hector asked.

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

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

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

“Does that make us weird?” she asked.

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

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

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

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Sexy Short Story: The Honeymoon Trainer

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after reading a story about honeymoon horror stories. There were plenty of common themes and issues as to what made it horrifying, but a lot of it came down to bad expectations and limited guidance. This story is about someone who’s trying to be proactive. Enjoy!

“Just two months, three weeks, and five more days, my love,” said the sweet, angelic voice of Allie Romana. “That’s how much longer we have to wait.”

“It can’t go by fast enough,” Lance Harrison replied as he embraced his beautiful bride-to-be. “There’s still a lot of work to do, but we’ll get there. This is just part of it.”

“I know. I just wish there was something I could do to make this easier.”

“Trust me. You’re doing plenty, Allie. These are things I have to do if I’m going to be a good husband. You’ve already put your faith in me and a higher power. I want to make good on it.”

Every word Lance said echoed with an honesty that would’ve been alien to the man he was five years ago. It still felt strange, bearing his soul and making himself so vulnerable to another person. That only affirmed how right it was. A loving embrace from his fiancé and a soft kiss on the lips only reinforced it.

Lance clung to her as long as he could, taking in her loving presence even if it meant running late. It was already past six in the middle of the week. Between night classes and his vocational training, every hour counted in his ongoing effort to become a man worthy of Allie Romana’s love. That didn’t stop him from taking a few moments every now and then. It only made him more motivated to become that man.

“I’ll be back late,” he said to her after their lips parted. “Dr. Reyes wants me to put in extra time over the next few weeks. She thinks I’m just about ready to take the final step I need to be your husband.”

“I know therapy is a process, but you’ve come a long way,” Allie said. “She’s been good for you. She’s been good for us. Are you sure you want to do these last round of sessions alone?”

“Believe me, I’m sure,” Lance told her. “I think if I can make it through this, then I can give you the wedding, the honeymoon, and the marriage you deserve.”

“You always make it sound so daunting.”

“Considering the man I was and the man I’m trying to be…it is,” he said, “but that’s exactly why it’s worth doing.”

Lance kissed her again to allay any further doubts. It earned him that wondrous smile that he’d come to love so much. He smiled back at her before finally parting ways and getting into his car, leaving his beautiful fiancé to a night of much-needed rest. Given everything she did, from her job at the local elementary school to the volunteer work she did for her father’s church, Allie had a way of stretching her energy and her love. However, her heart was always in the right place and that was just one of the many reasons he loved her.

“Try and relax,” he told her from the open window of his car. “You’ve earned it. I’m still way behind.”

“I’ll try, darling,” Allie replied, smiling as she waved goodbye. “I love you!”

“I love you too. See you later tonight!”

Armed with his fiancé’s love, Lance drove off into the early evening traffic. His appointment with Dr. Reyes, his therapist of the past three years, awaited him. The fact that he was so eager to navigate rush hour traffic showed just how determined he was to be a good man for Allie. It also reminded him of the kind of man he used to be.

Five years ago, he was the kind of man who was unfit to be in the same zip code as a woman like Allie. He was not a pleasant person to be around. He’d come from an affluent neighborhood and a good family, but made all the wrong decisions growing up. When it came to doing the right thing, he went out of his way to make things harder on himself. He broke every rule he could, rebelled against every authority figure he encountered, and made the worst possible enemies while embracing the worst possible influences.

For a time, Lance Harrison was a lost cause. He’d dropped out of school early, been arrested multiple times, and came dangerously close to losing it all more than once. On top of all that, he’d been his worst possible self around women. It wasn’t just that he’d treated them as disposable sex toys, never bothering to learn their names, let alone fall in love. He’d go out of his way to attract the wrong kind of women for all the wrong reasons.

Then, after an arrest that almost sent him to prison for life, he hit rock bottom. He ended up in a church run by Allie’s father. Shortly after, he met Allie and everything changed. She helped shined a light on the man he was and, in doing so, he realized how much he hated that man. That, and many other moments like it, ensured he would fall hopelessly in love with her. She hadn’t just won his heart. She saved his soul.

As such, Allie deserved the best version of Lance Harrison he could be. He’d already done plenty to become that man, having rebuilt his life and found a promising career as an electrician. However, there was one aspect of his old self that he’d yet to cast aside and that was what led to the latest round of Dr. Reyes’ therapy.

“Two months, three weeks, and five days,” Lance repeated to himself as he neared Dr. Reyes’ office. “That’s how long I have. God, I hope it’s enough.”

He found himself praying, something he’d never done before he met Allie, as he pulled into the small office park nestled behind a strip mall. Most of the time, it was just a fifteen-minute drive from his and Allie’s apartment. In rush hour traffic, it took over twice that.

Lance gladly endured the slow traffic and ill-timed lights, arriving several minutes later than he’d hoped. Knowing Dr. Reyes wouldn’t give him a discount, he moved with greater urgency. Knowing the importance of the type of therapy she offered, he entered her office with more determination than usual.

“Don’t bother signing in, Mr. Harrison,” said Sherry Graves, the receptionist at the front desk. “Dr. Reyes is already back there waiting for you. She had a feeling you’d be late.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Lance said. “Tonight is going to be trickier than most.”

“So I’ve been told,” she said. “Good luck.”

“Believe me. I don’t intend to rely on luck after this.”

That almost sounded arrogant, not unlike the Lance Harrison of five years ago. However, that version of Lance didn’t have a reason for his arrogance. He just lashed out at a world he thought he could bully through on his own. Allie had shown him otherwise, but Dr. Reyes had been teaching him the skills that helped justify his attitude.

After Sherry buzzed him in, Lance made his way down the narrow hall towards the office in which he’d confronted many personal demons. It still gave him mixed emotions, submitting himself to such scrutiny and trusting others to help him become the man he wanted to be. It had not been easy, nor had it been very pleasant. For Allie, it was worth the effort.

However, that part of his therapy had been complete for a while now. The last part that he sought to complete before his wedding remained unfinished, but it involved something more pragmatic than simply transcending the man he’d been.

“I’ve confronted my demons,” Lance said to himself. “Now, I need to prove myself in other ways.”

With confidence and poise, he opened the door to Dr. Reyes’ office and entered the room. There, he discovered that the middle-aged woman who’d helped rebuild his broken soul had been waiting for him. She’d also made some additional preparations.

“You’re late, Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes said to him in that stern, but empathic tone.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, already short of breath upon seeing her setup.

“Don’t apologize. Remember what we discussed at our last session. Apologize when you know there’s no further recourse. But when there is…”

“Make promises instead. They’re always more valuable,” Lance said, recalling that mantra from multiple sessions.

Dr. Reyes offered a half-smile of approval. That was usually the most he ever got, in terms of approval. In any other circumstance, it would’ve been a big deal. However, the circumstances for the night’s session were exceedingly different.

For one, Dr. Reyes had altered the furniture of her usually-mundane office. She’d closed the blinds to the windows, changed the lighting of the room to make it dimmer, and created an ambience that felt more like a hotel suite than a doctor’s office. In addition to the setup, the accomplished therapist wasn’t wearing her usual pantsuit and glasses. Instead, she wore only a black silk robe and, near as he could tell, contact lenses that made her eyes appear light blue – the same color as his beloved Allie, no less.

Once the door closed behind him and the automatic lock activated, the ambition of the therapy session kicked in. He’d been expecting it. He’d even been preparing for it. Even so, it still caught him off-guard.

“Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes began as she sat casually in her plush leather chair, “as you know, we’ve made a lot of progress over these past few months. Compared to where you were when you first arrived, I’m genuinely impressed. And believe me, I don’t say those words lightly.”

“No need to protect my ego, Doctor,” Lance told her. “I know where I’ve come up short.”

“You’ve dug deep into your soul. You’ve ripped out the ugliness that made you such a deviant, self-absorbed, self-destructive miscreant. It was painful, but you did it. Now, I can look at you and see a man who’s comfortable in his own skin.”

“But it’s still not enough,” he reminded her.

“I know. That’s why I’m confident that tonight will be a turning point. With your wedding less than three months out, you’ve got precious little time. You seek to be the best possible spouse for Allie, but you never learned how to love unselfishly. That needs to change before you walk down the aisle and this is part of that process.”

The older woman always spoke with such knowledge and certainty. Lance had come to expect that from Dr. Reyes. From the first day he walked into her office, he got the sense that she knew him better than he knew himself. Moreover, she understood who he was trying to be and why it mattered so much to him.

Still standing in front of the closed door, he watched as Dr. Reyes rose up from her plush leather seat and walked towards him. In the process, she undid the sash to her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing that she had nothing on underneath except white lace panties.

Years ago, the sight of a topless woman – especially one with such a fit, attractive figure like Dr. Reyes – would’ve brought out the selfish brute in him. He would’ve seen such a woman as little more than a pair of tits, a set of legs, and an ass for him to tap. He’d since learned to see women another way, even when they were topless and beautiful.

“I hope you’ve done the homework I gave you after last time,” she told him, standing so close he could feel the heat from her half-naked body. “You’re still such an eager lover, but your knowledge of the female body remains crude. For Allie, a self-professed virgin who values her body as well as her soul, that’s not sufficient.”

“I know,” Lance said while glancing into her eyes rather than her well-rounded breasts.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks. You’ve already come a long way, but tonight has to be the night when it all comes together. Tonight, you will become the husband Allie needs on both her wedding day and the honeymoon.”

“Considering your reputation as the honeymoon trainer, I appreciate your vote of confidence.”

“Don’t mistake confidence for certainty,” she said. “You still need to prove yourself. Look me in the eye, as you would your future wife, and tell me you’re ready.”

The older woman did not make it easy for him. She moved in closer, so much so that her exposed breasts pressed up against his chest. It was more than enough to trigger a primal reaction within his body. In the past, he would’ve followed that reaction in the most selfish manner possible. A big part of his therapy involved following a different path.

It was an unorthodox kind of therapy, but one Lance badly needed. Dr. Reyes had convinced him of that after finding out that Allie was a virgin and had made a big deal about saving herself for marriage. That meant that on the day she accepted his marriage proposal, he signed up to be her first sexual experience – him, Lance Harrison, the same man who once only pursued women who identified as self-loathing sluts.

The prospect of giving Allie the sexual experience she deserved was almost as overwhelming as confronting his many demons. He and Allie had many difficult conversations about it, many of which occurred in Dr. Reyes’ office. Her reputation for helping couples with disparate sexual experience was one of the many reasons they’d borrowed money from relatives to hire her. Now, Lance had to prove that money had been well-spent.

The temptation to lapse into old habits was there. Dr. Reyes even goaded him, snaking her arms around his neck and urging him with his eyes to succumb to old lusts. It would’ve been easy. It probably would’ve felt good too. However, that wasn’t in line with the man he wanted to be. Allie deserved better and he let the attractive female doctor know.

“I’m ready,” Lance finally told her, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Dr. Reyes said with another half-smile of approval. “Then, let’s begin the session. Take off your clothes.”

He used to hesitate when she said those words. There was even a time when he didn’t hesitate enough to get naked in front of an attractive woman. Lance had since learned that there was a right way and a wrong way to expose himself to a willing female.

With the tact and respect he’d learned from previous sessions, he disrobed before the skilled doctor. He shed his coat, shirt, pants, and shoes in short order. He made it a point to remove his underwear last, if only to show that the sight of a half-naked woman still aroused him as it once did. It was just a matter of channeling that arousal in more intimate ways.

“You’ve been working out,” Dr. Reyes said, those analytical eyes of hers scanning his naked body. “It shows more and more with each session.”

“Thank you. I’m hoping to be in peak condition for the wedding, as well as the honeymoon,” said Lance, not hiding any part of his naked figure from the older woman.

“Being physically capable is a good start. Being appropriately skilled, however, takes a different kind of conditioning. Follow me.”

She took his hand and led him to the plush couch he usually sat at during their sessions. Lance followed her willingly, leaving his clothes in a wrinkled pile on the floor. Her commanding presence, combined with her voluptuous figure, made her easy follow. She made it even easier by sensually swaying her hips, showing off that heart-shaped buttocks that those lace panties barely contained.

“I know what you’re doing,” Lance said under his breath. “My conditioning has gotten better.”

“I heard that,” Dr. Reyes said, “and parts of your body disagree.”

He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t exactly hide that he was aroused. His semi-erect penis was proof enough of that. Part of that was having such a clear view of Dr. Reyes’ voluptuous body. Another part was the fact that he hadn’t had sex outside a therapeutic session in a long time. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have intense, unmet desires that he once never hesitated to pursue. Allie helped change that, but Dr. Reyes helped refocus it.

By the time they arrived at the couch, his dick was already aching for some intimate touching. Then, Dr. Reyes turned around, let go of his hand, and sat down on the couch in an intimate poise, presenting her legs in a sensual manner. Lance had seen a similar act of seduction in strippers and prostitutes, but Dr. Reyes did it in a way that conveyed higher stakes. It was more than enough to evoke an even greater desire.

“You’re already aroused,” she pointed out, her gaze narrowing on his erection. “In this context, that’s a good thing.”

“You mean it’s not a lingering byproduct of my whore-loving past?” Lance said half-jokingly.

“If it were, you would’ve done more than just follow me and stare at my ass,” the older woman said. “That’s a positive sign that your sexual awareness is more in line with her personal awareness.”

“Positive…right,” he said, still wishing that his penis wasn’t so overexcited.

“That’s also why I set up my office like this. The dim lighting, the shaded windows, and the intimate setting is meant to create an atmosphere similar to a couple’s honeymoon. This isn’t you bending over some slut in the back of a bowling alley. This is you sharing an intimate, passionate moment with your wife.”

“You’re never going to let that incident at the bowling alley go, are you?”

“You haven’t let it go because it’s still symbolic of how you’ve approached intimacy for much of your life. Before Allie, it was always an act of selfishness…a reckless pursuit of your personal satisfaction. Your partner’s pleasure, if it even mattered at all to you, was never more than an afterthought.”

Lance didn’t bother contesting her assessment. She’d listened to enough of his stories of selfish decadence to surmise how he’d approached intimacy. He refused to use that same approach with Allie. She deserved so much more, both as his future wife and as a virgin experiencing such intimacy for the first time.

“Now, I’ve been working hard, employing my time-tested therapeutic approach, to get you to embrace that moment,” Dr. Reyes continued. “If ever there was a time to prove yourself before your wedding, this is it.”

She made the stakes sound so high. Given the extent of her unique brand of therapy, it probably was. His overeager libido aside, Lance felt the weight of the situation. He had to unlearn a lot of deviant attitudes since falling in love with Allie. Whether or not he’d unlearned those involving intimate relations between lovers remained to be seen. Now, Dr. Reyes was poised to test him.

Lying back further, the middle-aged woman rested her arms on the top of the couch and let her legs drape casually over the cushion. Lance even sensed some arousal in her, but refused to assume anything at that point.

“Go on. Take my panties off,” Dr. Reyes told him. “Prove that you can remain focused in the presence of a naked woman you clearly want to fuck.”

“You make it sound like I haven’t shown that multiple times to date,” he told her.

“You’ve shown it to me. Prove to yourself that it’s not just you going through the motions.”

Again, she made it seem daunting. She also revealed that she’d noticed how flawed he’d been in previous sessions when they explored intimacy. Before, just stripping her down to her bra and panties was enough to awaken the immature pussy hound from the past. He’d gotten better, but only to the extent that he hid it better.

Being the expert, Dr. Reyes could see through it. Lance had learned that more than once. He had to prove that he could approach a naked woman in the right way for the right reasons.

“Okay,” he said, maintaining his poise. “Lift up your hips, ma’am.”

“As you wish,” she replied, her voice taking on a more seductive tone.

In another life, he’d have ripped off her panties and started groping her breasts already. That was what the selfish, lust-driven man he’d been wanted. However, that wasn’t what his lover wanted. He couldn’t use that approach with Allie, nor could he use it with Dr. Reyes. She still cast him that seductive gaze, daring him to give into those lurid inclinations. He continued to resist.

She continued tempting him. Lance still didn’t let it overwhelm him. With focused determination, he dropped to the floor, got on his knees, and approached the beautiful older woman with more tact than he never could’ve managed five years ago. Then, with gentle care and tender affection, he trailed his hands up Dr. Reyes’ shapely legs, highlighting every inch of exposed skin until he reached her panties.

“Your legs are beautiful,” Lance told her, his growing desire creeping into his tone.

“That’s a thoughtful assessment,” Dr. Reyes said, “much more so than saying I have the thighs of a high-priced Brazilian hooker.”

Lance would’ve laughed had that not been an exact quote he’d used the first time they tried such an exercise. He maintained a straight face and a level head as he slid Dr. Reyes’ panties down her legs. Again, he highlighted every inch of exposed flesh, even using his lips to kiss along the feminine contours.

“You’re also using your lips for something other than crude remarks,” she told him. “That’s promising.”

He kept his focus, even as he tossed the panties aside and got a perfect view of a fully-naked Dr. Reyes. Even by the standards a more respectful Lance Harrison, she was a beautiful woman. In his youth, he would’ve described her as porn star material with a touch of sexy librarian. He actively avoided labeling her beauty. In his mind, she was just a beautiful naked woman offering herself to him.

“You’re doing well, Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes told him. “We’re naked. We’re in an intimate, private setting. You have a chance to please yourself and your lover. Now, we both know you can please yourself. You’ve done in various ways, some healthier than others.”

“And I’ve grown fond of the healthier ways, believe it or not,” Lance told her, still on his knees and looking up at her naked form.

“I believe you,” she said. “However, wanting to please your partner is not the same as actually pleasing them. Too many patients from far lesser therapists think that’s the only requirement. It’s not. That’s why I had you study female anatomy, oral sex techniques, and subtle body cues. Now, here’s you’re chance to make use of it.”

Showing some determination of her own, Dr. Reyes spread her legs nice and wide, creating a clear path to her inner thighs. Lance now had an up-close view of her feminine anatomy. Details and features he’d never bothered to learn in high school health class were there for him to see.

The first time he’d seen female genitalia so closely had been awkward. He’d even been hesitant at one point to scrutinize it because the particulars didn’t matter. If he wanted to please his future wife, though, it had to matter and Dr. Reyes knew that.

“Go on. Perform oral sex on me,” the older woman said to him. “Bring me to orgasm. If you succeed this time, I promise you’ll leave this office both satisfied and ready.”

“That’s a bold claim, doctor,” Lance said, not turning from the intimate task before him.

“It’s not a claim. It’s a certainty…one you can embrace if you’re willing to focus your passions.”

That might have been the most encouraging thing Dr. Reyes had ever said to him, with or without her clothes on. Whether it was just her giving him an added push was beside the point. She believed he could prioritize satisfy a woman before satisfying himself. He wasn’t about to betray undercut that believe.

Licking his lips in anticipation, finally allowing some of that simmering lust to surface, Lance leaned in between the older woman’s legs, grabbing hold of her thighs in the process to hold them apart. He could already feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the intense odor triggering more primal reactions. However, for once such reactions would bring out the better man in him.

“Lie back and relax, ma’am,” he said in as mannerly a way as anyone could in his position. “I’m going to make you feel great.”

“Prove it,” Dr. Reyes said intently. “Prove it to me and yourself!”

There wasn’t a second more of hesitation. Lance took the intimate plunge, burying his face in Dr. Reyes’ intimate flesh. There was no aversion or awkwardness. He went about tasting, teasing, and pleasing her with a level of care that would’ve shocked his older self.

All that studying of the female body and what gave it pleasure began paying off. Using his tongue and lips, he skillfully stimulated those sensitive areas with the utmost care. He was gentle at first, getting a feel for how Dr. Reyes enjoyed being pleasured. He knew she wouldn’t make it easy for him. He knew it wouldn’t be easy with Allie either, given her inexperience. That meant he had to go the extra mile, sensing his partner’s reaction and noting the things that really got her aroused.

It took a bit of exploration. Dr. Reyes tempered her reaction at first, only offering some light gasps and moans to guide him. For all he knew, she held back in order to make him work harder to please her. He must have exceeded her expectations because after finding some extra-sensitive spots inside her depths, she began reacting more strongly.

“Mmm…you’ve been studying hard,” she said through her moans. “You’re finding…what I like. You’re listening…to my body. You’re making me…want you.”

Lance had never heard the usually-stoic woman stammer with her words. He found that uniquely rewarding. He dared to get a little playful, licking and tasting her pussy with more energy. More reactions followed, so much so that she arched her lower back and began fondling her breasts. Sensing he was on the right path, he released his grip on her thighs and began using his fingers to stimulate her clit.

“Yes! That’s it!” Dr. Reyes gasped. “Touch me…right there. The female body…has its soft spots. Know them. Learn them. Even a virgin…especially a virgin…will appreciate them.”

That encouraged Lance even more. He already found himself entertaining thoughts of making Allie moan with such pleasure. He wanted to make her their sex the best it could possibly be. However, before he could make that a priority, he had to finish the task before him.

Not letting up in the slightest, Lance continued tasting, fingering, and teasing the older woman’s sex. She couldn’t hide her arousal at that point. She was so wet and engorged, her body contorting more intensely at every turn. She was getting close. He was certain of that. Even as someone who once never cared whether his lover achieved orgasm, he knew the signs. It was going to happen and it would be by his efforts.

“Oohhh yes!” Dr. Reyes cried out. “I’m going to…have an…orgasm…now!”

Even as her blissful words echoed throughout her office, Lance didn’t let up. He kept up his oral teasing until he felt her body shudder under the weight of her release. When it happened, she grabbed onto his hair, pulling it harder than he’d expected, and threw her head back in a fit of ecstasy.

Her joyous moans were beautiful. He’d heard women moan during sex acts before, but never like that. The idea that he could make someone feel so good without trying to please himself in the process gave him a unique satisfaction that he couldn’t have appreciated before he met Allie. Looking up at Dr. Reyes, seeing her expression contort with such joy, brought a smile to his face, even as parts of it dripped with her feminine juices.

“Well, did you enjoy that?” Lance asked coyly.

“I’ll let…my body language…answer that question,” Dr. Reyes replied, still catching her breath.

“In other words, yes,” he surmised.

“Yes, indeed,” she affirmed. “You’ve learned well, Mr. Harrison. Allie is going to be a very…very happy woman. That, I am sure of.”

“Does this mean this therapy is complete? Am I ready for to marry the woman I love and give her the honeymoon she deserves?”

“Therapy is often a process,” she said as she let out a content sigh, “but in terms of your wedding and your honeymoon…yes, I’d say you’re ready!”

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Sexy Short Story: Morning Coffee

The following is a sexy short story I wrote while enjoying my morning coffee. When you read it, you’ll understand why. Please leave a comment below and check out my other sexy short stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

The smell hit him the second he emerged from his deep slumber. His alarm hadn’t even gone off, but Jayden Axel that didn’t matter at this point. He knew as soon as he smelled the distinct sent of coffee brewing, it was time to wake up, even if he didn’t want to.

“Ugh…too early,” he groaned to himself.

Not long ago, Jayden would’ve rolled over and gone back to sleep. For most of his life, he had never been a morning person. Going all the way back to grade school, he resisted getting out of bed. That made him habitually late for a lot of things. At one point, he almost got suspended for missing the bus too many times.

It only got worse as an adult. His work as a nightclub manager made him a hardened night owl. For a good chunk of his twenties, he slept all day and worked all night. It was hardly normal, let alone healthy. But he didn’t mind. And he would’ve continued that life had he not gotten another job with a major entertainment company. Even after that, he resisted morning activities to the utmost.

That finally changed when he met Brenda, the women who eventually became his wife. Just thinking about her and realizing she was no longer in bed with him was enough to keep Jayden from resisting.

“The things I do for love,” he muttered.

As he slipped out of bed and stretched his limbs, he let out a sigh of defeat. Jayden still couldn’t believe how, of all the beautiful women he’d encountered over the years, he fell in love with one that happened to be a morning person. It didn’t seem right or fair. But a brief glance at his wedding ring reminded him that it happened. He married a woman whose internal clock was the exact opposite of his.

Jayden would’ve laughed to himself if he weren’t so groggy. Pushing back the covers, he dragged himself out of the bed and into the kitchen where his beautiful wife awaited. He didn’t bother with pants or a robe, opting to remain in his boxers. Most of his good clothes had already been packed in the various boxes that lined much of their apartment. Today was the day they were set to move out from this cramped place and into their new house.

It was supposed to be exciting, moving into a bigger, better home. He and Brenda had been working for this since they got married. Jayden wanted to be excited. He just couldn’t muster up the energy.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Brenda greeted him, her voice too chipper for this hour. “You’re looking rested.”

“Don’t start. It’s too early for sarcasm,” Jayden groaned as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Sorry. I was just trying to sound optimistic,” she said with a shrug.

“Is that why you brew an extra large pot of coffee? Thinking it’ll make just as upbeat?”

“I’m optimistic. Not delusional,” she quipped. “I just knew the smell would help. It’s one of the only things that gets you going this early.”

“And you just love using that against me, don’t you?” he said.

“If it works, it works.”

Jayden shook his head and yawned as grabbed his largest mug from the cabinet. Brenda already had her coffee in hand, sipping away as though she needed an extra boost. He still didn’t understand how she could be so energetic in the morning. She was an outgoing person, by nature. But how she managed to carry that energy so effortlessly out of bed every morning still baffled him.

Jayden didn’t bother making sense of it. He just poured half the pot into his mug and started drinking, not even bothering with cream or sugar this time. He needed the caffeine in his system and he needed it five minutes ago. The sun was barley up and he was not at all used to routine. He knew he had to adjust eventually. The nature of his job required it, more so than his overly chipper wife. It just wasn’t coming as easily as he hoped.

“Today is a big day. We’ll need our energy,” Brenda said in between sips. “The movers say they’ll be here and noon. And we need to finish all the heavy lifting by ten.”

“Ten…sure,” Jayden said, still half-aware.

“Maybe I’ll wear my bikini through the whole process, as well. Maybe that could get the movers to work faster.”

“Bikini…right,” he said, having barely heard.

Brenda shook her head and gave him a playful swat. He knew she had been half-joking. But the coffee still hadn’t kicked in. That was never an excuse for her. Bemused and a little concerned, she set her mug aside and slipped in closer.

“Hey, come on, babe. I’m trying to help you here,” she said. “Morning coffee can only do so much.”

“Tell me about it,” Jayden said as he drank more.

“I get it. You’re not a morning person. You never have been. But you’re trying to change that.”

“Trying to is one thing. Having to is another,” he sighed. “This new job is so demanding. But it’s the only way we were able to pay for our new house…and for the lives we’re trying to build.”

“You can’t just look at it like that. Jobs and obligations suck, but we do them anyway. I had to do the same at the last ad agency I worked at. But it was only temporary.”

“And how is this any different?” he asked. “Given time, maybe they’ll let me take over some night operations. I’d be better at that.”

“You can’t plan your career or your life around maybes. That’s just setting yourself up for frustration when things don’t go your way. Sometimes, you have to do these things not because you have to…but because they’ll make you stronger in the long run.”

She leaned back on the kitchen counter, narrowing her gaze on him in a way that forced him to be more alert. Brenda never gave him that look unless she had a serious point to make. And those points usually had merit, even if Jayden didn’t always get the logic.

“You do your best work at night. That’s beyond dispute,” she continued. “I’ve seen it. We met at a nightclub, after all.”

“I know. I haven’t forgotten that…or how we ended up in your bedroom later on,” Jayden said, managing a half-smile.

“But you have so much more to offer. And you can’t always wait until the sun goes down to do that. I believe you’ll surprise yourself with how good you can be in the morning if you put in the effort. Even if you don’t share that belief, I’m going to encourage you as best I can.”

Her kind, loving words had an effect on him. Jayden wanted to believe the morning coffee was part of it. But his wife’s encouragement tended to be more potent.

He still couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten, finding a woman like her. She’d helped him see the world with clearer eyes. She also pushed him in all the right ways, becoming a better man for her and everyone else in their lives. He should’ve kicked himself for being so short-sighted, seeing his need to adapt as an obligation rather than a challenge. But Brenda kept him from being too self-deprecating.

“Just something for you to think about while you wake yourself up,” she added with a grin before turning towards the sink.

He smiled back, raising his mug while she cleaned some of the dishes they’d left from dinner the previous night. Already, Jayden felt more alert and energized. The coffee was doing its job, but Brenda did so much more. It almost seemed unfair, her putting up with him and his morning habits.

Then, as he drank more of his coffee and gazed at his wife’s butt from behind, a different kind of alertness took over. Suddenly, Jayden had an idea for showing his appreciation, as well as testing his new approach to mornings.

“Actually,” he said as he approached her from behind, “I prefer to do more than think. If I’m really going to be a morning person from now on, then I might need something more than my morning coffee.”

Slowly and lovingly, Jayden reached around his love’s waist and softly kissed along her neck. Brenda smiled and moaned softly, her hands still holding onto the counter while the fresh coffee simmered in the pot. Between that rich smell and that of her flesh, he was already more alert. Brenda quickly caught up, turning her head and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Her sweet breath mixed with the taste of coffee, creating the perfect blend between them.

“Mmm…I’m feeling much more awake,” Jayden gasped.

“Speak for yourself,” Brenda quipped.

They shared a laugh as the kiss deepened. Before long, their gestures depend as well. Jayden savored the taste of his love, their lips meshing and their tongues twirling. Hands started to roam with Jayden setting the tone, feeling up her shapely thighs before slipping his hands under her thin nighty. Brenda’s skin felt so smooth, even in the early morning hours. And as he savored her touch, he ruffled her sleeping attire.

That was all the incentive she needed to shed the undersized garment. Jayden was so captivated by her kiss that he barely noticed her slid the straps off her shoulder, allowing it to fall halfway down her body, thereby exposing her ample breasts to the early morning sun. Any straight man with half a heartbeat would’ve been fully awake at that point.

“Don’t need this anymore,” Brenda teased.

Knowing it would rouse him even more, she let go of the counter and turned around. She was still within his arms. Except now, Jayden had a nice view of her breasts. He shot her a beaming smile, thanking whatever higher power there was to have a lover who could be this sexy so early in the morning. Brenda just smiled back, adding in a seductive glint as she let the nighty fall to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties.

“Has the coffee kicked in yet?” she asked him.

“Yeah…it’s getting there,” Jayden replied.

“You sure about that?”

“Are you doubting my prowess this early in the morning?” he joked.

“Not at all, hon. But it never hurts to be certain!”

She sounded way so chipper. But for once, Jayden didn’t mind in the slightest. He minded even less when Brenda kissed him again, this time with more focused passion. He returned that passion with more targeted touching, this time paying close attention to her breasts and hips. She knew how to tempt him, but he knew how to return the favor. He recalled just how to touch her to get her aroused. That helped make their honeymoon so active. It helped just as much this morning.

As Brenda reacted to his touch, she let out those soft, sensual purrs that he loved so much. Along with those purrs, she playfully rubbed her thigh against his groin. Having only worn a pair of boxers to bed, she had to know that would get his blood flowing in just the right way. That, along with the simple effects of good coffee, left his body feeling hot and excited. His morning wood returned with a vengeance, becoming so erect that his boxers could barely contain it.

Jayden hadn’t planned on making love to his wife this morning. He doubted that Brenda had planned it. If she had, then she would’ve worn less clothing to begin with. It didn’t matter now. Whether it was the coffee or just overexcitement, they were doing this. They were making love this morning.

Jayden, never one to skip the necessary steps, briefly broke the kiss and whispered into his love’s ear.

“Get up on the table,” he said in a low, husky tone.

That got Brenda even more excited. She always loved it when he was extra manly in his tone. She was downright giddy when she hopped up onto the counter, the half-full coffee pot nearby with their mugs still within reach. That helped the aroma linger as Jayden made his next move.

“Just lean back,” he told her. “I have another wake-up call for you.”

“You think I need one?” Brenda quipped.

“Well…parts of you might.”

She laughed playfully as she watched him do what needed to be done, entrusting him once more with her body, as well as her love. Jayden made good on that trust, grasping the sides of her panties with both hands and skillfully sliding them down her legs. Now fully naked, sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter, the love of his life gazed back at him with alluring affection.

In the early morning sun, it was tempting to just admire such a sight. But Jayden didn’t dare lose focus. It might have been another sign that he was becoming a morning person. Like a man on a mission, he turned his attention to her inner thighs. Dropping down to his knees, he pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her pussy.

As great as that first sip of coffee tasted, the taste of his lover’s sex was every bit as intoxicating. Once his lips made contact with her tender flesh, Jayden went to work, lapping and gorging on her womanhood as only he could.

“Oohhh Jayden!” Brenda purred. “You know just rouse a girl’s spirits!”

He kept at it, evoking more purrs and moans along the way. Looking up from between her thighs, he watched Brenda lean back further on her arms, her grin widening as he stimulated all the right areas within her. He knew those spots well. And he attacked them with his lips and tongue, getting her every bit as aroused as him.

Jayden would’ve loved nothing more than to get his love off. It would’ve been a great way to cap off this impromptu morning sex. But he had burning desires of his own. By now, his boxers had become too great a burden. His morning wood beckoned for his love’s intimate warmth. In listening to his desires, as well as Brenda’s heated moans, he slipped out of the boxers and stood up.

His love quickly took note of his arousal. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. She just cast him an intense glance, urging him with just her eyes to make love to her on the spot. Jayden did so with an energy he once thought impossible before eight in the morning.

“Brenda…” was all he said, the intensity of his tone conveying all the necessary emotion in that moment.

It got the point across. Jayden then got in position, holding her legs apart while she grasped his shoulders. Like a reflex, their bodies aligned themselves with one another. Finally, with his feet planted firmly and her hips arching at just the right angle, he thrust forward and entered her.

Together, they let out a sharp gasp. The hot, smooth union of their flesh consumed them. No matter the time of day, or how little a morning person he might have been, it was an incredible feeling. As he and Brenda took in moment, more reflexes took hold. Jayden began moving his hips, working his naked body in conjunction with hers. That sweet, sensual dance they knew so well played out amidst the sweet smell of morning coffee and the beaming light of the sunrise.

Jayden kept it slow and steady at first, allowing Brenda’s body to adjust to his. Once they settled in, her inner depths embracing his hardened flesh to the utmost, he picked up the pace. Faster and faster, he delivered more thrusts. More gasps followed, along with heavy petting and targeted gestures of affection.

Brenda raked her fingers down his shoulders and arms, lightly biting on his lower lip as he intensified the pace. Jayden tightened his hold on her thighs, rocking his lover’s body with each impassioned movement. With every loving touch and sensual sensation, he brought her closer to her peak. He was close too. But lovemaking like this, especially in the early morning hours, was best shared.

“Oh! Oh! Oohhh I’m close!” Brenda exclaimed. “I’m so…so close!”

“Mmm…me too,” Jayden said, whispering into her ear in a deep, masculine voice.

That helped send her over the edge. He could already see it in her expression. Brenda had a very distinct O-Face. It was not easily faked or mimicked. And he never tired of watching it manifest before his eyes.

After a few more steady thrusts, it happened. His love climaxed. Arching her back and closing her eyes, she clenched the back of the counter for dear life. She then let out a euphoric cry to the heavens, her toes curling and her lower body tensing as the blissful feeling washed over her. Jayden’s peak followed soon after.

His was nowhere near as theatric. But between the stunning visuals and the hot, throbbing feeling around his manhood, he could no longer hold back. Still clinging to his lover, Jayden let go and savored the feeling that followed. He let out a deep, pleasured grunt as his fluids mixed with hers within their fleshly entwinement. Hot sensations followed, flooding his body and mind with the sweet fruits of their lovemaking.

Beyond just waking him up better than any cup of coffee, it reminded Jayden why his love was worth waking up for.

“God, I love you,” he said to her as their flesh parted. “No matter the time of day…I love you, Brenda.”

“I love you too, Jay,” she told him. “I know it’s challenging for you…adjusting like this. Don’t think for a second your efforts go unnoticed.”

“You make everything worth it. Between your support and your incentives for getting a guy out of bed this early…it’s so incredibly worth it.”

She cast him another beaming smile. They then shared another loving kiss to cap off their morning lovemaking. Now flushed with energy, Jayden helped his love off the counter. Neither one of them bothered putting their clothes back on. They could remain crumpled up on the kitchen floor for the rest of the day for all he cared.

Brenda kept smiling as she retrieved their coffee mugs and finished up what remained of their morning brew. Jayden did the same, not that he needed it at this point.

“So…need more coffee before we get going?” Brenda asked curtly.

Jayden laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, I think I’ve had more than my share. But I wouldn’t mind a quick shower.”

“Well, we’re already naked,” she pointed out. “Want some company?” “Wouldn’t have it any other way!”

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Sexy Short Story: My Stripper Wife

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories from men who had married current or former strippers. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other sexy short stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

“Honey, I’m home! And I’m hornier than usual.”

Those were the exact words that Casey Kieffer heard a half-hour ago when his wife, Karen, returned home. They sounded like something out of a strange fantasy or a bad porno, but they were both real and serious. They were even somewhat common for him and his high school sweetheart turned spouse.

“Say no more, Karen. I’ll be right there,” Casey had told her as soon she uttered those words.

He didn’t joke about it because it was no laughing matter. His wife needed his intimate touch and he intended to give it to her. That wasn’t just what a good, loving husband did for his wife. It was a critical part of their sex lives. It had to be when his wife was a professional stripper at one of the hottest strip clubs in the state.

That fact raised more than few eyebrows from friends, family, and co-workers and for understandable reasons. When a man said his wife was a stripper, their minds often went right to the proverbial gutter. They imagined him being a lonely, perverted man who became overly enamored with a stripper and somehow convinced her to marry him. It also assumed that his wife was the kind of stripper who just married someone they knew they could manipulate with their tits, butt, and pussy.

The truth was nothing like that. In reality, Karen being a stripper was only a small part of their relationship. However, it certainly had an impact, but not in the way most people assumed.

“It was a long night…much longer than usual,” she said after they arrived in the master bathroom of their apartment.

“How so?” Casey asked, already embracing her in his arms.

“For any number of reasons,” Karen replied. “Some guy from an investment company showed up with some friends. They threw a lot of money around…made a lot of unreasonable demands.”

“I take it some of those demands were directed at you,” he surmised, knowing better than most what they entailed.

“More than a few,” Karen sighed, “but nothing I can’t handle. In fact, telling them I’m happily married only made them throw more money at me.”

“It’s sad how often that happens. Then again, curiosity and horniness are a dangerous mix.”

“Dangerous and lucrative,” she said with a humored grin, “but enough of that. Let’s get naked and loving already.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

They shared a light laugh before stripping out of their clothes. It wasn’t slow, seductive, or theatrical. If anything, it was the opposite. Karen was so casual with how she undressed in front of him, not even bothering to toss her pants, shirt, and underwear into the nearby laundry hamper. She’d spent all night being slow and sensual in stripping naked. With him, the man she married who loved her with all his heart, it wasn’t necessary.

Casey undressed in much the same manner. It was easier for him, having only been wearing sweatpants and a tank top. It still sent the same message. He didn’t need her to do some elaborate dance to get him in the mood. Just being around her, especially when she was naked, was more than enough. She understood that. She even appreciated it.

“Ah! That feels better,” Karen said while kicking her clothes off to the side.

“Speak for yourself,” Casey said, grinning as he did the same.

“You’d still know better than most,” she laughed as she stood in front of him, fully nude and not hiding any body parts. “You’ve been watching me get naked for years.”

“And I haven’t had to wave hundred-dollar bills at you,” he quipped.

“True, but you’ve given me plenty of other reasons. And believe me…I need those reasons right now.”

As soon as he stepped out of his sweatpants, leaving him as nude as her, she stepped closer and embracing. Even before she wiped off her lipstick and glitter, Casey didn’t hesitate to embrace her back. He could feel in her loving touch how much she needed his love. Whether clothed or unclothed, she’d come to cherish it as much as him.

A big part of that reason had to do with how they’d fallen in love. Casey had known Karen long before she put on her first G-string and gave her first lap dance. He’d actually known her before she ever filled out DD bra. They started as childhood friends. Karen was the daughter of a babysitter that he’d gone to growing up. Even after he stopped going, they’d kept in touch. They even remained close, despite going to different high schools. However, they still remained friends.

That started to change after they each went through some major upheavals in their family. His home life got chaotic when his older brother, Chris, returned from his stint in the military with some serious physical health issues. For a while, his parents drained a large chunk of their mental and financial resources to help him. It left everyone overwhelmed, including him.

At the same time, Karen’s father got fired from his job and descended into a pit of alcohol-fueled depression. While her mother tried to keep things together, which included begging her parents for money, she felt just as overwhelmed as him. That ultimately drew them closer together. While they had pursued other romantic relationships throughout high school, it only delayed the inevitable.

They were in love. They wanted to be together and build a life together. By the time they graduated, he and Karen finally came to terms with that. It culminated in a wedding that helped to mend some of the issues plaguing their respective families. It wasn’t without challenges, though.

“Come on. Let’s get you in a hot shower,” Casey said to his stressed-out wife.

“A hot shower? That’s not going to make me less horny,” Karen told him.

“I know. That’s kind of the point.”

She laughed again before kissing him. He could already taste the desire in her lips and not just because her lipstick was a favorite among other strippers. His wife was such a passionate woman. She needed to exercise that passion and there was only so much she cared to do at a strip club.

With that in mind, he led her into their shower and turned it on. As soon as the water warmed up, he invited her under it. She accepted eagerly, joining him in another loving embrace under the hot torrent.

“That’s it,” Casey said playfully. “Wash away everything except the horniness.”

“I’m naked in a shower with the man I love,” she pointed out. “That’s not something you can wash away.”

She kissed him again. It helped get her point across. Casey kissed back, deepening his embrace and tracing his soft hands over her wet body. He was gentle and caring, caressing her face and feeling up her hips, just like she liked it. He felt her relax within his arms, closing her eyes and smiling as the water poured between them. It was such a beautiful sight, as well as undeniably erotic.

Already, the body glitter, the makeup, and the various hair products washed off her under the cascade of water. That elaborate fantasy persona she crafted on stage faded before his eyes, leaving only his beautiful wife.

“Karen,” he said lovingly into her ears, “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.”

“You turn me on and make me love you?” she said with a beaming grin. “God, I’m a lucky woman!”

“Luck isn’t always necessary with love,” said Casey, “but it sure does help.”

“That, it does!”

They kissed again. Their intimate touching became more playful and casual. He stepped back and let his wife wash herself off. He helped whenever she needed it, but he was content to watch her with his loving gaze and offer affectionate gestures when needed.

Even without the glitter, the sexy outfits, and the makeup, Karen had the body, beauty, and sex appeal of a professional stripper. She had that perfect hour-glass figure, smooth skin that was so soft to the touch, a smile that could light up any darkened room, and naturally large breasts that perfectly complemented her voluptuous frame. Such stunning beauty would’ve surprised anyone who’d known her in her youth.

“Mind washing my back, love?” Karen asked him.

“Not at all,” he said, “and don’t feel obligated to shake your butt.”

“I’ll fight the urge,” she joked, “but if I feel something big and hard poke me…well, I can’t make any promises.”

She quickly turned around, giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt. She purposefully backed towards him, grinding up against his penis, which was already getting erect. Casey still intended to wash her, but before marveling at how much her sex appeal had evolved.

He remembered how Karen looked during her freshman year of high school. Karen was thin and underdeveloped, compared to her female peers. She’d been among the last of her girlfriends to buy a bra. She’d also worn plain, often unwashed clothes, thanks largely to her family’s financial problems. She didn’t have many opportunities to be sexy. Then, she started filling out and that changed.

Even before she grew into her body, Karen had the skills and personality that translated well into professional stripping. She was outgoing and affectionate. She made friends easily and didn’t hesitate to embrace others, intimately or otherwise. She was also quite comfortable with nudity. She’d even gotten in trouble a few times for flashing her boobs in public. In high school, she did it to get a laugh. Now, she did it to get extra tips while dancing on stage.

Stripping almost made too much sense. After graduating high school, Karen sought to study dance. She aspired to be a teacher and work in theater. Since classes were expensive and her family had little to offer in terms of money, stripping proved to be both useful and lucrative. She made even more money than him working part time stocking shelves while he studied sports medicine.

She supported him while he supported her. Falling in love with her had just been the building. The life Casey sought to build with her had blossomed considerably since they left their hometown for college. Moments like this affirmed how precious that life was.

“Feeling better, my love?” Casey asked, embracing her from behind while rubbing soapy suds down her back.

“Mmm…much better!” Karen said. “I’m still horny though.”

“Well, I can’t do anything about that…yet.”

“Then, why don’t we skip a few steps and take this to the bed?”

She turned her head and kissed him. She then guided his hands from her hips to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them. At that point, his penis was almost fully erect. She’d barely finished washing her hair and he hadn’t finished rinsing her off. She was a lot hornier than usual.

“Some steps are meant to be skipped, I guess,” he said. “You sure you don’t want to dry your hair off and get settled?”

“Trust me. I’m sure,” said Karen in a voice as serious as it was sexy.

Casey, assured of her desires, didn’t say another word. Having washed away the last bit of soap from their naked bodies, he turned the shower off, took stripper wife in his arms, and kissed her passionately to ignite the first round of desire.

It wasn’t gentle or subtle. He kissed Karen with both love and lust, twirling his tongue with hers. Hands began roaming eagerly, grasping and pawing naked flesh. They were still soaked from the shower. The initial arousal she’d brought home from the strip club quickly escalated, more so than anything that happened in a club.

“Ooh Casey…my sweet, loving husband,” she gasped, sounding desperate for his intimate touch.

Moving with greater urgency, Casey led his beautiful wife out of the shower and towards their master bedroom. They didn’t bother drying off. He trusted the heat of their passion to do the trick.

Halfway between the bathroom and the bed, Casey lifted her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way. Karen, showing both her flexibility and lower body strength, skillfully threw her legs around his waist and wrapped her legs around his neck. The same acrobatic skills that made her such a great dancer also made her a dynamic lover.

However, on a night like this, Karen didn’t need anything elaborate. She just needed the simple lovemaking that only a dedicated husband could provide.

“Relax, my darling wife,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me give you what you desire.”

Karen answered with another loving kiss. They remained lip locked as they arrived at their king-sized bed. From there, Casey laid her down in the center and got on top of her. He then proceeded to trail his lips down her face, neck, and torso.

He felt her relax under his touch, letting out moans and gasps of contentment. She’d spent her entire shift, dancing and moving to entice the passions of horny men. Now, it was her turn to be enticed. Being her husband, knowing every inch of the body others paid handsomely to see, he knew just how to do it.

“Mmm…so soft, yet so thorough,” Karen said. “You know my body so well.”

“That’s because I’ve had practice,” said Casey while fondling her breasts, “beautiful, dedicated practice.”

He teased her nipples to get his point across. A gasp of delight confirmed that he’d succeeded. Karen loved having her nipples teased, but in a very specific way. More than one man had tried to cop a feel while working. They never did it right and she’d gotten more than a few people kicked out because of it.

He knew those extra-sensitive spots.

He knew just how to stimulate those spots.

Most importantly, he knew how much that turned her on.

Casey noticed his love’s legs shifting, her thighs rubbing together as basic arousal evolved to burning desire. He usually spent more time on his wife’s breasts, but he could tell that other parts of her body needed his loving attention.

“Practice pays…in more ways than one,” Casey said in his huskiest tone.

He skipped the part where he traced his lips down every contour of her upper body and focused his attention on her inner thighs. Karen already shared that focus, eagerly spreading her legs and showing off the same flexibility that made her so skilled with a stripper pole. It gave him plenty of room to work his well-honed skills.

Unlike her nipples, Casey was more direct. He treated giving his wife oral sex with great urgency, hungrily burying his face in her pussy and tasting her womanly flesh. He also used his fingers, carefully stimulating all the right areas to ger her juices flowing. Once again, her joyous moans let him know he succeeded.

“Yes! Oohhh right there!” she moaned. “Just like that, my love! Just like that!”

Casey stepped up his efforts, probing her depths with his tongue and using his fingers to stimulate her clit. As someone who studied sports medicine, he had to know the intricacies human anatomy. That included the female body. Karen once joked that most of the men who asked to sleep with her probably didn’t know their way around a woman’s vagina. He now knew that had only been a partial joke, at most.

Using both his intimate and professional insights, he brought his wife to a state of arousal that no amount of stripping could match. Karen had always been a very sexual woman. However, getting her to that special state of dazed desire was challenging.

Being a stripper, she was around sexy situations all the time. She could get horny on stage. She could even get sexually aroused by other men. Casey understood that. He also understood that she’d slept with other men before they started dating. They might have known the basics, but only he had the knowledge, skills, and passion to satisfy her.

“Mmm…you’re hotter than usual tonight,” he said after giving her pussy another thorough lick. “It must have been a hell of a night.”

“It was. It really, really was,” Karen said intently.

“Want me to keep going? Or would you…”

“Fuck me!” she said before he could finish. “Please, Casey…I want to feel you inside me.”

There was more urgency in her tone than usual. Given the nature of her job, some nights left her more anxious than usual. On certain nights, she’d come home and want nothing to do with sex. They’d experienced plenty of those in recent weeks during mid-terms. On other nights, however, she came home so flushed with sexual energy that she just had to vent it. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Very well, my horny stripper wife,” said Casey. “I’ll give you everything you need tonight.”

“You always do, my hunky husband. You always do,” she said.

Her body was ready and so was his. Going down on his wife, tasting her intimate flesh, always got his blood flowing as well. He was fully erect and just as impassioned as her in longing for a more intimate union. With their arousal now in synch, Casey carried out the next and most critical stage of satisfying his wife.

With agility that any stripper could respect, he got back on top of her. She eagerly welcomed him, enrapturing him with her arms and legs. Their naked flesh, still wet from the shower, became beautifully entwined as he aligned his body with hers. As soon as he felt the tip of his erect manhood make contact with her outer folds, he guided his hips forward and entered her.

“Ooh Casey!” Karen gasped. “This! This is what I need”

His ears were already ringing. She was more vocal than usual. That encouraged Casey even more. He loved it when his wife talked dirty. Being a stripper gave her plenty of practice and, much like his oral sex skills, he made it worthwhile.

Maintaining the same focus he’d exercised earlier, Casey started making love to his wife. As that hot feeling coursed through them, he started working his body with hers in a sensual rhythm. Hot womanly flesh surrounded his hard, manly length, creating that heightened intimate feeling of bodily union. He was slow at first, making that first round of movements really count. Once their bodies adjusted, he stepped up the pace. From there, the intimate feeling escalated.

“Karen…I feel you,” he whispered lovingly into her ear.

“I feel it too, Casey! Oohhh I feel it!” Karen exclaimed.

As he kissed down her neck, she clung to his torso, raking her well-manicured nails over his flesh. He could even feel the balls of her feet digging into her back, supplementing his every thrust. It showed that when she walked in the door, saying she was horny, she’d meant it. It also proved how much she’d come to appreciate their unique approach to lovemaking.

Nobody became a competent stripper without having a sexy side. Even fewer became successful at such a lurid profession without being in touch with that sexy side. Karen had always been in tuned with her sexuality. She learned early in her personal life that she liked a more vigorous kind of sex. At the same time, she was remarkably traditional on the actual mechanics.

Her favorite position was a simple missionary position.

Her preferred locale for intimate moments was a private bedroom.

Her most sex came from someone she genuinely loved.

She could still be adventurous. The lube and sex toys they kept under their bed was proof of that. However, those were for nights when Karen wasn’t working a shift at the club. Casey had seen her at work before. He watched her do all the elaborate dances and stunts to get horny men infatuated with her. The steady supply of tips showed how well it worked.

However, after all those efforts and the lap dances that came with it, Karen preferred something simple when she came home to her husband. Even in a private bedroom, absent the many restrictions that strip clubs imposed on illicit activities, they kept things simple. That worked fine for him. He was a simple guy who just happened to have a stripper wife.

“Close! Casey, I…I’m getting close!” Karen panted as their bodies rocked with the bed.

“I can tell,” he said proudly in her ear.

It came sooner than usual. Casey didn’t even have to nibble on her ear, which she always found so stimulating. He wasn’t complaining. He could already feel her inner muscles tightening around his member. As such, he made the final push.

He elevated his body slightly, shifting his grip to her thighs and holding her legs apart so he could thrust with more leverage. It also gave him a perfect view of her impassioned expression as she neared orgasm. Still wet and absent of all her makeup, she still looked so beautiful. No matter how many men saw her naked on a stage, he was the only one who got to see that look of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

“Ohhh Casey!” she cried out when the feeling hit.

At that moment, an erotic special unlike any other unfolded before him and he had the best seat in the house. Karen closed her eyes, threw her head back, and grasped her breasts as she achieved her sexual release. He watched with a beaming grin as she writhed under the weight of the sensations, arcing her back and bending her knees under the onslaught of sensations.

Years ago, before she became a stripper, he once told her that she was so animated during sex. When she climaxed, she looked like a stripper giving the performance of a lifetime. She laughed at that comment and gave him a playful swat. It turned out to be prophetic. It also made their sex life extra passionate.

“Feeling better?” he asked her as she soaked in the remnants of her orgasmic release.

“Mmm…definitely!” she said with euphoric delight. “There’s just one other thing that would really satisfy me.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“Satisfying you, of course!”

That didn’t surprise him in the slightest. For Karen, part of having traditional tastes in sex meant that both partners got their share of ecstasy. She’d gotten hers. Now, it was his turn.

In the same way he knew how to meet her intimate needs, she employed some knowledge of her own. She shot up from the bed, took him in her arms, and kissed him passionately as she rearranged their naked bodies. Before he knew it, he was on his back and she was on top of him, straddling his waist. His throbbing cock was still inside her, the intimate warmth of their union fueling his desire.

“Lie back,” said Karen, tapping into those professional stripper skills. “Let me give you what you need.”

“Do what you need to do. You are a professional, after all,” he tesed.

“You got that right!”

With a playful grin and an affectionate gaze, Karen took his hands in hers and began riding him like a full-fledged sex goddess. It was another beautiful sight that left him enamored and captivated. As much as she enjoyed traditional sexual practices, she didn’t mind getting frisky, especially when it came to satisfying him.

She knew how much he loved watching her ride him.

She knew how much he loved watching her breasts bounce and her hips rock.

She knew how to satisfy her husband in a way that differed considerably from satisfying a customer at a strip club.

It was part of why he trusted her so completely. Other men, including close relatives, often asked how he handled having a wife who worked as a stripper. He usually gave them a list of scripted answers about trust, understanding, and love. It actually ran much deeper than that. He’d seen how she treated customers. He noticed the subtle, yet critical differences in how she treated him. That, more than anything, assured him that he could trust his wife to be a great stripper and a great lover.

“Karen…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…ohhh God!” Casey gasped as he neared his peak.

“Come, my love! Please…come with me,” she said to him.

She squeezed his hands harder, placing them over her bouncing breasts as she gyrated her hips a few more times to send him over the edge. It did the trick. He got his release and he made sure to put on just as great a spectacle for her.

He felt her loving gaze on him as he crossed that special threshold. He closed his eyes, squeezed her breasts, and let out a deep grunt of ecstasy as the orgasmic sensations coursed through him. He could feel his member throbbing inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices. It was another one of those special feelings that even high spenders at the club could experience.

Even though she’d slept with other men before him, they’d always used condoms. With him, she let their sexual fluids mix. It created that powerful feeling of warmth inside her. It was a special act that was for them and only them. Whenever they shared that feeling, it reaffirmed the breadth of their love and how strong it had become.

“I love you, Casey,” she said to him as he soaked in the feeling.

“I love you too, Karen…my amazing stripper wife,” he told her.

She laughed playfully before capturing his lips in one more loving kiss. From there, their intimate flesh parted. However, she remained on top of him, their naked bodies entwined and enmeshed in an afterglow of ecstasy.

He could already sense her nodding off, tired from both her shift at the strip club and the effective lovemaking they’d shared. Casey, having exhausted himself as well, was content to drift off with her, but not before kissing her one more time on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, darling,” he said. “You’ve earned it.”

Every marriage came with a unique set of challenges. His mother had told Casey that on his wedding day. Being married to a stripper created even more challenges, but he and Karen were uniquely equipped to deal with them.

Karen had the body, persona, and sexiness to be a successful stripper.

She also had the heart, soul, and passion to be a great wife.

That made her special in so many ways. At the end of the day, however, she was his wife…his wonderful, stripper wife. To Casey, that was all that mattered.

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