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The following is a sexy short story about a young love and covert intimacy. For those of you who experienced young love, I hope it brings back fond memories, among other things. Enjoy!

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Young love was supposed to be immature, fleeting, and shallow. Some didn’t even call it love. They just wrote it off as overactive hormones within overwhelmed teenagers. It was more than a little demeaning. And more than a few teenagers resented those sentiments, especially when it came from parents and teachers.

Then again, teenagers did tend to make immature decisions on immature feelings. The glut of teenage melodrama and meltdowns on any given week proved that. But Lauren Wyncove believed such broad assumptions ignored the exceptions. And those exceptions were uniquely special.

“Is it just me? Or does has this week been twice a long and ten times more frustrating?” asked a restless Jonas Kelpern as he walked beside her.

“Rest assured. It’s not just you,” Lauren replied with a bemused grin.

“Good. Because I swear it’s starting to get to me,” he said, “every project due date…every upcoming exam…and the SAT test. God damn, I’m sick of hearing about that!”

“If you’re expecting me to argue that, you’re wasting your time. My dad still insists on sending me to that test prep place…on Saturdays.”

“You sure it’s not just his way of keeping us from going on dates?” Jonas asked.

“Relax. He doesn’t hate you…or the fact that you’re dating his youngest daughter,” Lauren teased, giving him a playful swat.

“But he still doesn’t trust me to be in a room alone with you for more than ten minutes.”

“To be fair, I doubt anyone trusts teenagers to be alone in a room for that long…especially not in our neighborhood.”

“Sad, but true,” he sighed.

They both laughed. Even though it had been a long day, she and Jonas still found a way to lighten the mood. They’d needed that more and more lately. This was their senior year. The end of high school was in sight. Like most teenagers, they were ready for it to be over. But she and Jonas had other reasons for counting down the days till graduation.

Now smiling and in a better mood, Lauren latched onto her boyfriend’s arm and walked with him down the main sidewalk leading away from their school. The building was still in sight. They could still hear the usual commotion that came along with the final bell. Just finding each other through the crowd so that they could walk home together was a challenge. But they’d learned to navigate it well. They had to in order to spend time together like this, away from the prying eyes of parents and school administrators.

That time was precious to them, even before they started dating. Lauren had known Jonas since the fourth grade, back when she still thought boys were gross. He’d moved into the same neighborhood two blocks away from her home, his parents seeking more comfortable surroundings for him and his two younger siblings. They quickly became friends, bonding over their love of the outdoors, camping, and horror movies. Then, by the time they started high school, that friendship blossomed into something more.

That was when things got a little more tense, both with their families and every adult who regularly dealt with teenagers.

“You think they’ll ever feel different about us?” Lauren wondered aloud. “Once we’re out of high school and in college together?”

“I hope so,” said Jonas, grasping her hand with his. “But some still think we’ll break up after graduation. My Uncle Marvin is even betting on it.”

“Seriously?” she said. “We’ve been together since freshmen year.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “We’re teenagers. He still thinks what we have is just hormonal puppy love.”

“Of course, he does! The guy has been divorced what? Twice already?”

“He claims that makes him an expert or something,” Jonas muttered.

“Well, to hell with him! He can believe what he wants. What we have is more than that.”

“I know it is,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I just wish someone would take it seriously. Like when I say I love you, they think it’s cute. Not real…just cute. It’s a nice sentiment, but…”

Jonas’ words trailed off, his frustration showing once more. Lauren cast him a reassuring smile and gave his arm an affectionate squeeze.

“It’s okay. I know you mean it when you say it,” she told him. “You mean it just as much whenever I say I love you.”

“I don’t doubt that. I never doubt that,” he said, smiling back as his frustration lessened.

“Then, it doesn’t matter what our uptight families think. What we have…it’s ours and ours alone. We know how real it is.”

“And how to appreciate it,” Jonas added.

Their mood eased as they continued walking together under the afternoon sun. By now, they were out of sight from the school. They could no longer hear the crowds, commotions, or bus engines. They were on the main sidewalk that connected the school to the various cul-de-sacs that made up their upper middle-class neighborhood.

In many respects, Lauren and Jonas were lucky. They lived close by to one another and their neighborhoods were close enough that they could walk home every day. They made sure to do so as often as possible because it was one of the few times when they could be together, alone and unsupervised.

Those times had been few and fleeting, ever since they became official. Even if their respective families thought their relationship was cute, they didn’t trust them to be alone together for too long. They weren’t too subtle with their reasons, either. Lauren’s own mother had said it best.

“You’re two hormonal teenagers whose brains and genitals aren’t on the same page.”

Lauren had laughed at that when she’d first heard it, but it was no joke. Both her parents and Jonas’ agreed. The two of them were not allowed to have any intimate time together. This was a nice neighborhood that espoused high values. That meant things like sex, drugs, or parties of any kind were discouraged at every turn. And she and Jonas were expected to uphold those values, regardless of their love.

For the most part, they did just that. They abided by those rules. They didn’t go to parties or experiment with drugs, even though there were plenty of opportunities – more so than any adult would dare admit. But that didn’t mean they never tested those rules. In fact, recent events had led them to develop their own set of rules for exploring their love.

“Speaking of appreciating our love,” Jonas said in a suggestive tone. “We’re coming up on our stop.”

“I noticed that,” Lauren said, her voice just as flirty. “How much time do think we’ll have?”

“More than usual,” he answered. “I told my dad I was staying a bit later to finish up a bio project…which I already finished at lunch.”

“And I told my mother I had a meeting with my SAT tutor,” she said, “which she doesn’t know got cancelled at the last minute.”

Their demeanor shifted. Lauren felt that special twinge of heat between her and her boyfriend, but it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. His touch became less subtle. And the way she clung to his arm took on a more intimate overtone. Before she knew it, some of that heat found its way to her inner thighs.

It effectively confirmed what sort of extracurricular activities they would share in today.

“In that case, wanna pay a visit to our secret cove?” Jonas asked.

“Definitely!” Lauren said without hesitation.

With newfound energy, they checked around to make sure no cars or buses were passing by. They were now at a lengthy stretch of road with some dense forest to the east and old flood plains to the west. There was little in terms of trails or paths. But there was one notable dirt trail up ahead. Anyone driving by never would’ve known it was there. But Lauren and Jonas knew. And they knew where it led.

“The coast is clear. Let’s go!” said Jonas with growing excitement.

Lauren giggled to herself as she followed her boyfriend onto the trail. Like a couple of thieves evading the cops, they slipped into the thick brush and followed the dirt path. It was narrow, muddy, and uneven at times. Near as they could tell, it had once been used by a utility crew. But time and erosion had left it in poor condition.

That didn’t bother her and Jonas. It actually worked to their advantage. They did have to avoid some low trees and hazardous bushes, but the risk was worth the reward. Because at the end of the trail was their best kept secret, as well as a major violation of all those uptight rules.

“There it is!” Lauren said.

“I see it too,” said Jonas.

It appeared quickly through the heavy brush. It was a small cabin-like structure, located just a few steps from a dried-up creek bed. They’d found it nearly a year ago while hiking around after school. Jonas surmised it had been a tool shed, likely used by the utility crews. It wasn’t very big. It had about the same space as her mother’s walk-in closet. But it was large enough to accommodate some battery-powered lights, an old mattress, and some sheets that Jonas’ father threw away.

They called it their secret cove. She and Jonas had used some spare lumber and tools from a neighbor to fix it up. It acted as a refuge from all the rules, structures, and scrutiny they faced every day. It was where they came to be alone, get away from it all, and share in some unsupervised activities.

Those activities included the kind fueled by those raging hormones her mother once warned about.

“Sorry, mom,” she said under her breath. “Sometimes brains and genitals are on the same page…even for teenagers”

Lauren’s heart raced and the heat within her loins intensified. She couldn’t stop giggling as she and Jonas entered the cove and set their backpacks aside. From there, Jonas retrieved the plastic bag of sheets they kept hanging from the ceiling and Lauren turned on the lights she’d set up on the walls. The mattress was still there on the floor, untouched since their last visit.

Before long, the scene was set. The bed was made and ready for them. Knowing times like these were precious, they kicked off their shoes and got on the bed together. Jonas eagerly wrapped his arms around her while she latched onto his shoulders.

“Ah. Alone at last,” Jonas said with a beaming grin.

“Alone indeed,” said Lauren, grinning back at him.

Few words were needed at that point. Now comfortably in one another’s embrace, they she and Jonas came together in a deep kiss. With nobody watching or scrutinizing their every move, they could finally do so with a little extra passion. That passion included much more tongue and body contact. It also ignited the pent-up desire within them.

From that first kiss, a heated make-out session followed. Lying side-by-side on the bed, their loving gestures quickly grew bolder and more targeted. Jonas slipped his hands from her waist to her butt, giving it a nice squeeze through her jeans. Lauren loved that. She returned the favor by biting his lower lip and rubbing her thigh up against his groin. It evoked a light gasp, as well as a growing hardness within his pants.

That set the tone for this intimate moment. Like the many others before it, they spent the first part just sharing all the affectionate gestures they couldn’t give in front of teachers and parents. It got their hearts racing and their bodies excited. Together, they followed that excitement, letting the all the heavy petting evolve naturally into full blown foreplay.

At that point, their greatest hindrance was their clothing. But that was an easy fix.

“What do you say we ditch these clothes?” said Jonas, briefly breaking the kiss.

“And break every rule our parents imposed on us? Even during sleepovers in fourth grade?” Lauren said, pretending to be aghast.

“Yep!” he said without hesitation.

“That’s so bad and bold. No wonder I fell in love with you!”

They laughed and kissed again. Through more heated foreplay, they got undressed. Jonas’ shirt and pants were the first to go. Lauren followed soon after, slipping out of her jeans and T-shirt. As soon as he slipped off his boxers, he helped her undo her bra. He’d gotten quite adept at that since they started making love. It was his way of showing that he paid attention during their intimate moments, more so than most would expect of a teenager.

Once her bra came off, Jonas reached for her breasts and gave them a nice squeeze. That sent special shivers through Lauren – the kind that felt so good on a muggy afternoon. She couldn’t never stop herself from cooing under that feeling. She sounded overly giddy, but Jonas didn’t seem to mind.

“Your boobs look so nice in the afternoon sun,” he said to her.

“Spoken like a true gentleman,” Lauren said jokingly.

“Good thing I’m a man of action rather than words.”

There was another joke about his poor English grades she could’ve made. She chose not to. Jonas already had her moaning and purring as he continued fondling her breasts, evoking more impassioned cooing. It sent more warm shivers coursing through her body, turning that twinge of heat between her thighs into full-blown sexual arousal.

They were officially past the point of no return now.

Lauren wanted him.

She wanted to give herself to this man – to feel his body with hers – to make love to him in this dirty, cramped, less-than-romantic shack. These were not just the basic urges of horny teenagers. This was a genuine desire to express their love.

“Jonas…” gasped Lauren, her desire echoing through her voice.

He took that as a sign to escalate his actions.

Like a caring lover, he laid her on her back and got on top of her. He was fully nude, his manhood hanging out for her to see. But she still had her panties on. Jonas saw that too. And sensing her growing impatience, he playfully trailed his lips down her torso – following a clear path to her lower body.

As he drew near, he grasped the sides of her panties. Lauren lifted her hips accordingly. Then, with the utmost care, he slid them down her thighs and legs. Now every bit as naked at him, Jonas narrowed his gaze on her exposed vagina. She was visibly aroused, but that didn’t stop him from being thorough.

Casting her a playful gaze, he pushed her legs farther apart and buried his face between her thighs. As soon as Lauren felt his lips on her womanly flesh, she clenched the sheets and gasped.

“Mmm…delicious,” Jonas said, his voice muffled by her pussy.

“Ooh Jonas! That’s it! Gorge away!” she exclaimed.

Lauren’s playful coos turned to vocal moans of approval. Ever since they started having sex, Jonas had developed a fondness for giving her oral sex. She wasn’t sure how they discovered it. One day – in this same secret cove, no less – he discovered he loved eating pussy.

She certainly didn’t mind. After exploring and experimenting, Jonas came to know her inner depths very well. He could hit all those special spots with his tongue and lips, applying just the right amount of stimulation to really heighten her arousal. Such dedication and commitment to navigating her lady parts just made her love him even more.

Most of the time, she was content to let him dine on her flesh until she climaxed. But on this day, that wasn’t going to cut it.

“Jonas please!” Lauren cried out, which got his attention. “Take me.”

He knew what she meant. And once again, he didn’t hesitate to deliver.

Jonas arose from her thighs and got on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and slipping eagerly into her arms. Their eyes now locked, his naked skin pressed against hers, he aligned the tip of his erect manhood with her moist entrance. Going down on did plenty to hasten his arousal, ensuring he was as ready as her for the final joining of flesh.

Their bodies were ready.

Their emotions were focused entirely on each other.

And with a simple motion of their lower bodies, Jonas entered her. From there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Oh God!” Lauren gasped.

“Lauren…” Jonas said, caressing her face in a daze of passion.

Their union was smooth and effortless, her body embracing his as he penetrated her depths. Once they felt their blissful warmth, their bodies started moving. Together, they established a steady rhythm, his hips undulating with hers in a perfect venting of sexual energy.

It was simple, but effective. She and Jonas weren’t the kind of lovers who liked it rough and rowdy. They had come to enjoy a more measured kind of lovemaking – one they could draw out and enjoy to the utmost. It allowed every sensation and emotion to become more streamlined. Through this intimate act, the substance of their love became so raw and basic.

Lauren sat it in his eyes.

She felt it through his kiss.

She heard it in every gasp, grunt, and pant.

As their sex played out, their gestures mirrored their passion. They kissed in between gasps, eagerly caressing and grazing one another’s naked skin. Lauren trailed her fingers around the sinews of his back while Jonas traced his hands up her feminine curves. Even though they preferred a gentler kind of lovemaking, every kiss felt more desperate. Every touch seemed more eager.

It wasn’t just that it had been a while since they’d made love. Being so in love and not being allowed to express it had really affected them, more so than usual.

“Lauren! Oh God, Lauren!” Jonas panted.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m getting close!”

“Already?” he said.

“Yes!” she affirmed. “Please…don’t stop!”

He did exactly as she asked, not letting up in his movements. He buried his face in her neck, shifted his grip to her thighs, and held her legs apart at just the right angle to maximize the impact of every pelvic thrust.

It showed once again that Jonas knew her body well. Lauren could feel those extra sensitive spots come ablaze with pleasure, building up the feeling more and more. Now raking her nails down his back, she held on tight and let her lover take her to that special domain of ecstasy. And she let him know when she arrived.

“Ohhh Jonas!”

When she let out that cry, her world shook. Fireworks went off in her mind and body, toes curling and core muscles contracting. Jonas even slowed his movements and rose up so he could enjoy the show. He once told her that she looked so beautiful when she climaxed. The way she grinned, bit her lower lip, and trembled to the feeling was a sight to behold. And she was happy for him to watch the fruits of their sex play out before them.

“I never get tired of hearing that,” said Jonas with a wide grin.

Lauren barely heard his remark. She just continued writhing under his grasp, soaking in every blissful wave of pleasure that went coursing through her body. Every orgasm felt great, but this one was extra satisfying for some reason. Either she and Jonas were getting really good at sex or they had more pent-up desire than usual.

Whatever the reason, Lauren showed her appreciation by drawing her lover into another keep kiss. Jonas gladly kissed back, his soft lips capping off the last rush of pleasure. For a moment, they lingered in that moment, letting gestures of love supplement their sex. It was a subtle acknowledgement that this feeling went beyond two horny teenagers going at it.

But it wasn’t lost on her that their flesh was still entwined. His cock remained deep inside her folds, aching for a release after all the hot throbbing of her inner muscles. Never one to leave her love unrewarded for his efforts, she broke the kiss and whispered into his ear.

“Your turn,” Lauren told him.

With surprising strength, she rolled him over on the bed, taking most of the sheets with them in the process. Before he knew it, Lauren had him pinned flat on his back with her on top of him, straddling his waist. He didn’t seem to mind. He just kept grinning, now admiring the sight of her naked body hovering over him. While he gazed up in a daze, she took her hands in his and guided them to her breasts.

“Hold on,” said Lauren. “I’ll take you where you need to go.”

“Do what you need to do, my love,” Jonas replied.

Encouraged and determined, she began riding him cowgirl style. With her own brand of grace and skill, she gyrated her hips at the same pace that he’d employed with her. A steady pace with constant exertion got their naked bodies rocking and grooving together. Through each movement, the sweet, fleshy feel of her vaginal muscles slithering along the length of his cock sent more hot sensations coursing through them.

Those sensations compounded fast. Lauren watched her lover’s expression twist and contort as he approached his climax. His grasp on her breasts tightened as well, kneading her fleshy orbs in anticipation of his release. That sent more of those warm shivers coursing through her body, giving her even more incentive to get the job done. When that time came, she gave his hands a firm squeeze and held on for the ride.

“I’m ready, Lauren!” Jonas panted. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…ohhh God!”

It finally hit, the orgasmic rush overcoming him as he crossed the point of no return. Like her, Jonas had a distinct reaction during orgasm. He would partially close his eyes, tense his leg muscles, and let out this long, deep moan.

It was so distinctly manly. Lauren loved taking it all in. Still squeezing his hands, she admired his reaction while feeling his member throb inside her. She then felt that distinct warmth that came with him filling her depths, her fluids mixing with his within her womb. She loved that feeling too. It added a sense of raw intimacy. It meant being very diligent with birth control, but the end result was so worth it.

“Lauren…I love you,” said Jonas in his blissful daze.

“I love you too, Jonas,” she told him.

He smiled up at her and she smiled back, their bodies lingering in their intimate entanglement a bit longer. When they finally parted, Lauren laid down on top of him and they shared another soft kiss.

From there, the afterglow quickly set in. It was one of Lauren’s favorite parts of sex, enjoying that special feeling of love and satisfaction after mutual orgasms. She eagerly curled up to her lover while Jonas laid on his back, his arm still draped over her. Now breathless, sweaty, and drained, they just held each other within this special sanctum.

“One of these days, we’ll be able to do this without hiding,” Jonas mused while stroking the side of her face. “At some point, everyone will realize we’re not just two horny teenagers. We really do love each other.”

“I hope that day comes soon,” Lauren said with a content sigh. “But for now, I don’t mind sharing this in this secret little cover of ours.”

“Even if it’s dirty, cramped, and hidden in the woods?” he teased.

“Yep!” she said proudly. “Now, kiss me again before I get too comfortable. I’m up for another quickie if you are!”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The following is a sexy short story about a sexy Christmas party like no other. Consider this my gift to all those who appreciate a little sex appeal with their holiday season. Enjoy!

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As kids, it was easy to love Christmas. Between the presents, the decorations, the treats, and the days off from school, there was plenty to appreciate and celebrate. Growing up, Sandra Clair enjoyed it as much as any kid. But like most people who got past a certain age, she came to see the holidays in a different light.

It became less about the festivities and more about the work that went into them. Instead of adults setting everything up, she and everyone else her age had to do their part. For most, that wasn’t too big an issue. It didn’t make the presents, treats, and festivities any less enjoyable.

But at the same time, there was a distinct lack of excitement and overall joy. And once she and her friends graduated college and built adult lives for themselves, Christmas just became another holiday. While most were content to accept it as such, others like her and her boyfriend, Warrick Moss, sought to get creative with the season.

In that effort, they uncovered an entire community of adults like them who sought to make Christmas special in a very unique way – one that adults could enjoy without spending nearly as much money on presents.

“We’re here!” Sandra said, brimming with excitement. “Finally, the wait is over.”

“Funny. I used to say those exact same words in that exact tone on Christmas Eve when I was a kid,” Warrick commented as they got out of the car. “I just never thought I’d say them again…let alone feel this kind of excitement for the holidays.”

“Just because we grew up doesn’t mean we can’t embrace the Christmas spirit. Doing so just means finding a different approach.”

“Then, I’m glad we found one that works so well for us,” he said, his excited look matching hers. “I love getting excited for Christmas again.”

“Me too, love.”

With a beaming grin, Sandra latched onto her boyfriend’s arm and followed him towards the large single-family house at the end of the cul-de-sac of the upscale residential neighborhood. She didn’t know who owned it. The organizer of this holiday event had rented it for the week. Chances were this wasn’t the first holiday party of this sort it had hosted. It wasn’t the largest house on the block. But it was large enough to accommodate the necessary festivities.

It had all the essentials – multiple levels, at least four bedrooms, five bathrooms, a hot tub, an in-ground pool, ample street parking, and plenty of space for plenty of people. That last element was the most important. Driving in, Sandra noticed how many cars were parked along the street leading up to the house. That indicated the crowd this year would be even larger than the previous year. She had noticed that general trend since she discovered these kinds of Christmas celebrations. In some ways, that strengthened her Christmas spirit even more.

“There’s still a powerful desire to celebrate the holidays in a special way,” she thought. “It’s just a matter of sharing joy with others.”

With that hopeful thought in mind, Sandra eagerly stepped over trails of snow and ice with Warrick to arrive at the front door. A few other couples and individuals arrived with them, all looking just as eager to celebrate. Upon entering the front door, they were greeted with a very cheery – and half-naked – female host wearing a Santa hat.

“Welcome to the party! I’m Ellie!” she greeted them. “So glad you could join us. Please sign in and head over to the den. There’s a place set up for your coats and clothes.”

“Thanks, Ellie. We know the drill,” Warrick said, humored by her bubbly disposition.

“We actually met at one of these, you know?” Sandra commented, squeezing her lover’s arm a little tighter.

“Really? That’s so sweet!” Ellie replied. “That seems to happen a lot with these parties. Guess that’s just the magic of Christmas.”

Sandra and Warrick laughed as they signed in and slipped into the den located on their left. That girl couldn’t have been older than 23. This might be her first Christmas party of this nature. It was still so new to her. Hopefully, she came to appreciate it as much as her and Warrick.

It was true that they had met at a party like this three years ago. It might not have been the moment they fell in love, but it was the first spark of sorts. The love that blossomed afterwards – that could definitely be considered a Christmas miracle of sorts. It gave Sandra even more reason to enjoy this time of year and this very special celebration.

“Time to slip into our Christmas attire,” Sandra said teasingly as they entered the den.

“Ha! I used to think that was a running joke,” Warrick said as he took off his coat. “But now, I think it’s the most serious part of the holidays.”

“Oh, I say it’s very serious, hon,” she said. “You could even argue it’s the most important holiday tradition for people our age.”

“And I’m sure you’d win that argument handily,” he laughed.

Sandra laughed with him as they proceeded to don their special attire, as she’d jokingly called it.

Once their coats, gloves, and shoes were off and stored away, she and Warrick proceeded to strip down. But they didn’t stop at their shirt, socks, pants, or even the light sweater she’d worn. They took everything off, right down to their underwear. Sandra hadn’t even bothered with a bra, knowing it would not be necessary for much of the night.

Ultimately, she was left in a simple pair of red lace panties and Warrick only wore a pair of red briefs. The color was appropriate for the season. But they both knew it was likely that even this limited attire would be discarded soon enough.

“Ah! It feels good to get out of all those clothes,” said Warrick as he stored them away in a small bin.

“Even when it’s freezing cold with nine inches of snow on the ground outside?” Sandra quipped.

“That just makes it feel even better,” he replied. “It also gives us all the more incentive to find new sources of warmth.”

“Good thing I’m already feeling quite incentivized,” she said in a more sexually suggestive tone.

“Could that just be your Christmas spirit?”

“Among other things,” Sandra teased.

Now comfortably clad in their underwear, she grasped her lover’s hand and eagerly led him out of the den. Along the way, a few other guests arrived and walked past them. Naturally, they noticed a half-naked couple walking by. Sandra always got a kick out of such reactions.

The newbies and first timers were often taken aback, seeing nearly nude figures so casually walking by.

Those more experienced in these kinds of holiday parties just shot them a friendly, welcoming grin. The men, in particular, would often flash Sandra a special look – as if to let her know they’d be seeking her out later on.

Tonight was no exception. One man – a tall, athletic older man with a thick beard – offered her such a glance as he and a woman his age walked towards to den. Sandra hoped to remember his face. That might make for some fun activities later on.

“Just one of many gifts I hope to give and receive tonight,” she thought to herself.

Eager to seek the warmth and the festivities, Sandra led Warrick through the foyer and into the main living room on the first level of the house. They could already hear plenty of music, laughter, and various other joyous noises emanating from the area. Upon reaching the center area, they were greeted with a remarkable sight that rivaled that of any holiday.

It was a Christmas party, but one with a very sexual and intimate theme. A large crowd of men and women – some clad in underwear and lingerie – but most wandered about completely naked – not at all concerned by exposed breasts, butts, penises, and vaginas. Some danced to various Christmas music playing through the TV entertainment system. Some enjoyed the long buffet in the kitchen that provided plenty of snacks and drinks. But most were engaged in various acts of sex, lovemaking, and intimate coupling.

They did it on the floor, a young woman on her back with a man her age on top – casually humping away, kissing and caressing one another’s naked flesh.

They did it on the couch – an older woman riding the cock of a younger man, clinging to his shoulders while he buried his face in her breasts.

They did it while dancing – two men playfully grinding up against a playful woman, who clearly knew both of them – bending over so they could take turns having sex with her from behind.

Some of the sex was light and playful. Some was rougher and more physical. Regardless of what form it took, the result was a chorus of orgasmic moans, grunts, gasps, and cries. All this combined with the Christmas music, the various Christmas lights that lined the room, and the nine-and-a-half-foot Christmas tree that lit much of the room made for a vibrant, sexy Christmas party.

“Looks like the party started early,” Warrick commented.

“Guess they couldn’t contain their spirits,” Sandra said as she admired the spectacle.

“That means we’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Indeed,” she agreed. “But the plan remains the same. Meet under the tree at midnight?”

“I’ll be there, my love. You can count on it!”

Sandra squeezed his hand and gave him a light kiss – a small, affectionate gesture meant to spark a firestorm of pent-up passions. It had the desired effect while also reminding him that there was something special waiting for him under the Christmas tree the moment the clock struck midnight. After three years together, she trusted Warrick to be there to share in this precious gift.

But until then, a wonderfully sexy Christmas party awaited them.

She and Warrick parted ways, each with the understanding that they would be partaking in the ample amounts of holiday sex that awaited them. Plenty of women were going to gladly and eagerly spread their legs for him, just as he had at the fateful Christmas party in which they first met. And Sandra was going to welcome plenty of men into her grasp, sharing her body and her sex with them.

They both knew the drill when it came to sex parties and open relationships. They might enjoy, indulge, and explore their sexual desires with other. But their love for one another remained strong and secure.

“I’ll never understand why some people think having someone’s love means owning their sex,” Sandra thought to herself. “It seems so selfish. Sex is a gift for yourself and others. Why not share it? Especially during the holidays!”

It made so much sense. Giving and receiving gifts was such a core part of Christmas. And while material gifts were all well and good, the simple joys of sex was the most universally enjoyable gift one could give. And in the spirit of Christmas, Sandra was in a very giving mood.

While Warrick slipped off to the kitchen for a snack, quickly attracting the attention of two fully naked women in the process, Sandra made her way to the center of the living room. There, the Christmas music was at its loudest. As it just so happened, a dance version Jingle Bell rock started playing. And she eagerly began dancing away, swaying about and shaking her butt while over a dozen men and women of various levels of nakedness did the same.

As the holiday spirit flowed through her, she quickly attracted her first partner. A handsome man around her age with somewhat awkward dancing skills approached. He wore this goofy novelty underwear with a female elf face on the back. That initially got her attention. But when he moved in closer and she got a feel for his smooth, masculine sinews, that same spirit turned to genuine arousal.

“Hi! My name’s Niles,” he greeted.

“Sandra,” was all she said, the glint in her eyes telling him all he needed to know.

“Shall we?” he offered.

Sandra just smiled seductively and let both her Christmas spirit and her growing arousal take it from there.

They danced a bit longer to the music. Then, they started kissing and making out. Eventually, they made their way to the nearby couch – which already had two other couples going at it right next to them. Sandra barely noticed. She just kissed, pawed, and embraced the handsome man before her – engaging in heated foreplay until full arousal was achieved.

Niles made the first move – slipping her panties off down her legs, rendering her as naked as the other couples in mid-coitus. She made the next, sliding his underwear off to reveal his waiting manhood, which was already quite erect.

Then, they had sex – sweet, sensuous sex in a crowded room for all to see.

Sandra laid back on the arm of the couch, lifted her left leg while Niles got on top of her, and closed her eyes as the hot sensations washed over her. He was a gentle, but through lover – holding her leg up over his shoulder while he humped and thrust his hips – working his hardened penis inside the folds of her vagina. It felt so good. She playfully fondled her breasts while he teased her foot with his lips. He even stimulated her clit with his thumb, ensuring she achieved orgasm before he did.

That first release – that wondrous wave of rippling pleasure, causing Sandra to curl her toes and arch her back – it was amazing. She’d had orgasms before. She’d had sex with Warrick and other men before. But there was just something special about this powerful feeling during Christmas. It was like giving and receiving the best gift possible. And she didn’t even need to wrap or shop for it.

“The perfect present, indeed,” she thought her mind and body swam within the post-coital afterglow.

She gladly rewarded Niles by pulling him closer, holding onto his arms, and encouraging him to receive his gift of ecstasy. When he did, she offered him a chance to release it on her breasts. She noticed him watching them bounce gleefully during their sex. He gladly accepted, pulling out just as he crossed that special threshold. Sandra even held her breasts together, using them to catch his thick seminal load, which she gladly licked up.

“Merry Christmas, Niles,” she then said to him.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a breathless smile, looking so satisfied and content with their sex.

They shared one last affectionate gesture. Niles was even nice enough to retrieve some wet wipes to help her clean off. Like any well-organized sex party, there were always wet wipes, lube, towels, and condoms within reach. Sandra didn’t bother with condoms due to being on birth control. But some still insisted on using them and it was an unstated rule that everyone respect such preference, especially for the holidays.

Shortly after cleaning herself up, Sandra ventured off to share more gifts with more willing partners. But first, she made a quick trip to the make-shift buffet for some food and drinks. Anyone who participated in a sex party knew that was important to stay hydrated and consume plenty of calories. Great parties, as well as great sex, involved a lot of exertion. And since the party had just begun, she had plenty ahead of her.

While enjoying a drink, she encountered a couple of brothers, Kendell and Braxton. They had clearly been there a while, having long since lost their underwear. And shortly after sharing a drink with them, Kendell made an offer.

“Ever had a devil’s three-way with a couple of brothers?” he asked her.

“Do you really care about my answer? Or do you want to take this somewhere less crowded?” Sandra quipped.

“There’s an empty office with a couple of yoga mats,” Braxton pointed out.

“Perfect!”

With renewed energy, she latched onto the arms of the two handsome men and led them the office. It actually wasn’t empty. There was already a couple in there – a woman bent over the desk with a man behind her, hammering away while lightly swatting her butt. They saw the three of them enter, but didn’t stop their sex. The woman even grinned at them, as if to let them know they didn’t mind the company.

Leaving the other couple to their act, Braxton pulled out the yoga mat that had been rolled up in the corner – most likely something the former owner of those kept, but rarely used. Upon laying it out on the floor, Sandra got on it and did a sexy pose – inviting the two brothers to enjoy this with her.

“Come on, studs! Show me some brotherly love!” she said.

The two men were all too happy to oblige. With perfect coordination, along with a shared desire, they got on the yoga mat with her and initiated some heavy foreplay. Sandra drew them into a three-way kiss while they eagerly touched, fondled, and caressed her naked body. She also pawed their chests, sensing she wasn’t the first female touch they’d enjoyed tonight.

Once they set the sensual mood, Sandra rewarded their careful cooperation. She instructed each one to get on their knees, standing side by side. She then proceeded to give them both oral sex, using her skilled lips and tongue to orally please one man while using a hand to stroke off the other. Braxton and Kendell moaned in approval, offering praise and appreciation every step of the way.

“You are a real gift of a woman,” Braxton said.

“This is why I love the holidays!” said Kendell as he felt her tongue slither along his shaft.

Sandra shot them a wink and a grin, further stoking their passions. Her oral teasing quickly got them fully aroused again. Never one to turn down another joyous gift, she turned around, got on all fours, and shook her heart-shaped butt towards them.

“You’ve enjoyed my gift. Now please give me yours!” she said to them.

The two brothers eagerly accepted. And with the aid of the yoga mat under them, they had sex.

Doing it with two men at the same time tended to get chaotic, especially if the men were overly eager or competitive. But Braxton and Kendell were so coordinated and measured, never fighting for who got to do what during their sex. This was likely not the first time they had double-teamed a willing woman at a party like this. If anything, they’d refined a strategy and Sandra enjoyed the benefits.

Braxton got things going, getting behind her and doing her doggy style while Kendell got in front, kissing her and fondling her breasts. Her naked body rocked hard to each thrust and pump. At one point, she started giving Kendell oral sex again, the erect cocks of the two men being inside her simultaneously.

It was so decadent and indulgent, taking the brunt of their lust from both ends. Sandra loved every second of it – the sound of their manly grunts, the taste of their manly cocks, and the sensations evoked from their lustful exertion – it was like a desert with extra layers of frosting. She ended up climaxing again with ease, her euphoric moans muffled initially. But the two brothers made sure she could enjoy it while they enjoyed her.

“She’s been such a good girl…a very good girl,” Kendell said while running his fingers through her hair.

“Don’t you mean naughty?” Braxton quipped.

“No. I don’t.”

The two brothers laughed and continued their sex. Braxton kept doing her from behind, stepping up the pace of their sex until he climaxed, pulling out at the last minute before releasing his seminal load onto her lower back. While he indulged in his release, Kendell laid Sandra on her side and spooned her from behind, lifting up her leg so that he could insert his penis into her vagina.

Once inside her hot, silky flesh, he thrust away like his brother had. He soon climaxed as well. He opted to release it inside her. That warm feeling of hot male fluid mixing inside her was so nice, especially on a cold December day. She showed her appreciation by squeezing his hand and drawing him into another three-way kiss with his brother.

“Merry Christmas to you both,” Sandra said to him.

“I’m feeling so…so merry,” Kendell said breathlessly.

“Me too,” said Braxton.

The brothers clearly needed to catch their breath. But Sandra was still too excited to linger and enjoy the afterglow. There was more sex to enjoy – more intimate presents to share. Neither Braxton nor Kendell were inclined to stop her. They even encouraged her, knowing she would spread plenty of merriment.

After downing a few more refreshments, Sandra threw herself into the heart of this sexy Christmas party. By now, almost every guest had arrived. The house was quite crowded. There was a sea of naked bodies in every direction, it seemed. Not all were having sex, but that was the most common activity besides the dancing and casual chatting. Sandra had never been one for small talk, so she kept the festivities basic.

“Hey! Want to share a little holiday cheer?”

That became her primary greeting. And while a few men did turn her down, nearly everyone she asked gladly accepted. It resulted in multiple sex acts that manifested throughout the house over the course of the party.

She ended up joining a woman named Marianne Yasir and her husband, Wyatt, in their first three-way – getting into one of the guest bedrooms with them, with her and Marianne taking turns riding Wyatt cowgirl style until they all climaxed.

Sandra also hooked up with a young man fresh out of college named Andrew Bates, who was attending his first sexy Christmas party. She made sure to make it special for him, leading him into the master bedroom where they crawled under the covers, made out like horny teenagers, and had the kind of rough sex that left them both quite sweaty and disheveled. They both definitely needed a breather and a dip in the hot tub afterwards.

And while in the hot tub, she found her next partner – an older man named Tyler. At first, they just soaked in the hot tub with a few other couples, a few of which were having sex. After a while, she invited him into the sauna upstairs to help her cool off. Tyler accepted and, not even bothering with towels, they had sex – slow, sensuous sex that was less draining, but still satisfying.

As the clock neared midnight, Sandra hooked up with several other men, as well as one woman she got friendly with on the dance floor. But she attributed that mostly to the effects of light alcohol consumption. She didn’t usually care for getting intimate with other women. But when she drank, she wasn’t afraid to put on a sexy show, especially if other men watched.

“I’m not even bicurious. But it gets the men excited. So, it’s worth kissing another woman and rubbing our boobs together,” she said to herself.

That resulted in two more men inviting her to some private areas for sex, which she gladly obliged. With one, she used her breasts and oral sex skills to get one off. With another, she rode his cock reverse cowgirl style while Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” played in the background. She didn’t know why, but she always found that extra hot.

It was, by every measure, a productive sex party for her. But sharing it on Christmas Eve with so many others, eager to share in this same wondrous gift, just made it all the more satisfying. But as the clock neared midnight, she made sure to conserve just enough strength. At that point in the party, some were already tapping out – either retiring to one of the bedrooms or getting their clothes and leaving.

But for Sandra, no sex party was complete without one more special act of sensual gift giving.

“It’s almost midnight,” she said, checking the clock in the living room, even as the music kept playing.

There were still some people dancing to the music, as well as others having sex on the couch and various furniture. It wasn’t quite as chaotic as earlier. These were just those who had more spirit than most at such parties.

As she made her way to the large Christmas tree, a few men did proposition her for more sex. But she turned them down politely.

“I’m saving my last gift for a very special someone,” Sandra told them.

They smiled in understanding, knowing not to interfere with a beautiful naked woman on a mission. She was still sweaty and disheveled from all the sex, but she’d fixed her appearance in the bathroom just for this moment. She still looked like a woman who had enjoyed multiple cocks inside her over the course of that night, but she still had some burning desire to share.

And as soon as the clock struck midnight, which officially made it Christmas, she saw Warrick approaching. He had long since ditched his underwear, his penis and balls completely exposed. Judging by the look on his face and the light sweat on his skin, he’d enjoyed his share of sex. She’d even caught glimpses over course of the night.

He’d enjoyed a three way with two women, who happened to be roommates.

He had sex with recently divorced woman in the master bedroom shower, bending her over and while she demanded he smack her butt, which he gladly obliged.

He’d even seduced a woman to do it on the dining room table, eating her pussy out as though it were a delicious meal before having sex with her in a way that rocked the table.

Warrick always made his presence felt at these parties. But it was how they ended that made them so meaningful. No matter how many willing partners they found at these parties, they ended up together for their last intimate romp.

“Heya beautiful,” he greeted her.

“Hey,” Sandra replied.

“Looks like you’ve been having plenty of holiday fun,” he said.

“I have. But now…I’m ready for the best gift of all.”

“So am I.”

With a beaming grin and an affectionate gaze, Sandra embraced him with both arms and he embraced her. And, under the light of the Christmas tree and a proverbial mistletoe above them, they shared a deep, loving kiss.

It was very different from the kisses and gestures they’d shared with other partners. Those were all acts of lust, desire, and playfulness. This was an act of love – a kind that couldn’t be randomly found at any party, sexy or otherwise. It was a feeling that could only blossom over time, just as it had for them.

As they kissed, the music kept playing. The dancing and decadence continued around them. Neither she nor Warrick noticed. And none still participating in the festivities paid them much mind. That was fine with them. As for as Sandra and her boyfriend were concerned, they were the only ones in that house at the moment.

And within that moment, they capped off this wonderful Christmas party in the best possible way. They made love right there at the base of the Christmas tree.

“Our love is truly the greatest gift. Every year, we cherish it on Christmas,” Sandra mused. “What more could anyone want from a holiday?”

Guided by this spirit, and plenty of other desires, she guided him down to the floor where the plush rug awaited. They continued kissing, pawing, and caressing one another – showing a knowledge and appreciation of one another’s bodies that no one else at this party could hope to match. They were so gentle and careful at first. But as the arousal escalated, it became more fervent and focused.

It finally culminated when Warrick got on top of her, pushing her legs apart and aligning their sex. Sandra eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his torso. Then, with the weight of his naked body pressing down against hers, he entered her. And as soon as their flesh united, the playful spirit of the party meshed perfectly with the tender affection of their love.

“There’s a difference between having sex and making love…a big difference,” Sandra thought as the act unfolded. “And with each passing year – especially on Christmas – I come to appreciate it more and more.”

Together, they shared in that appreciation – moving, thrusting, and rocking their bodies to the rhythm of their act. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t overly gentle, either. It was a perfect balance of passion and affection – his masculine sinews perfectly entwined with her feminine contours. The way he felt inside her – the way his manhood slithered sensually inside her womanhood – it defied description.

Following this feeling, they rolled about on the rug – their naked bodies illuminated by the light radiating from the Christmas tree. Their lovemaking took various forms – her on top riding him, her on her side while he thrust into her, and her on all fours with him doing her from behind. But fittingly enough, the completed the act in the same position they often found themselves in whenever they made love with extra passion.

“My love…hold me,” she told him.

Warrick answered with a deep, masculine grunt – the kind that always got her heart racing and her loins enflamed. Like a reflex, their bodies assumed that special position.

They both sat in an upright position, her legs arched over Warrick’s waist while he firmly grasped her butt. She latched onto his shoulders, her pelvis still aligned with his – his sex still entwined with hers. Now facing one another, their lips so close and their gaze locked, they shared in the exertion.

She rocked her hips, lightly gyrating her pelvis to work his flesh inside hers.

He used that powerful arms of his to supplement each movement, never once diverting his eyes from hers through every undulation.

Finally, through so much shared effort and passion, they came. Sandra felt it first, that hot ball of pleasure welling up in her core and spreading out in all directions. Warrick felt it moment’s later, his expression tensing and his grip on her tightening as the flesh burned with hot pleasure.

Inside her, she felt her inner muscles contract hard, her vagina squeezing her lover’s cock with its moist heat – carrying him to the brink and beyond. She then felt him fill her womanly depths with his hot fluid, their sexual juices mixing inside her. It was their love made real – their shared passion taking form and substance.

It marked the culmination of Christmas – the exchange of the best gift they could ever give to one another. And on a night when they’d shared many similar gifts with others, it felt both festive and fitting.

“I love you,” said Warrick, still breathless and dazed.

“I love you too,” Sandra said lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas!”

The following is a sexy short story about some sexy loving in the spirit of Thanksgiving. I hope this gives everyone out there something else to be thankful for. Enjoy!

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The holidays were a stressful time of year. But for Liam Brooks, they were often quite frustrating. And all those frustrations tended to manifest on Thanksgiving.

“Liam! Go check on pies cooling on the porch!” his mother shouted from the kitchen.

“I already did, ma. They’re fine,” Liam groaned as he finished setting the table in the dining room.

“Check them again!” she shouted. “Your father’s busy with the potatoes and your sister is preoccupied with the kids.”

“It’s only been 20 minutes,” he protested. “How much could’ve changed?”

“Don’t get snippy with your ma!” his father shouted back. “We’ve been behind schedule since you got in late last night with your girlfriend. We’ve been catching up ever since. You really want to be the one to ruin Thanksgiving?”

Liam groaned again and held back a string of angry curses. In most other circumstances, he would’ve fired back about how their micromanaging kept others from enjoying the holidays. He also would’ve mentioned how all the aunts, uncles, and cousins got a pass and watched football while he helped with all preparations. But for the sake of keeping the peace for the holidays, he held his tongue.

“I’ll check again,” Liam said with a defeated sigh.

“And check the firewood while you’re at it! It’s supposed to get cold tonight,” his father added, never one to leave out another task.

Liam pulled himself away from the dining room table, shaking his head and hiding his frustrations as best he could. He should’ve been used to this by now. Ever since he was a kid, his parents had been obsessive when it came to tasks, chores, and schedules. They were so particular that they had actual time slots for him and his four older siblings to brush their teeth at night. He thought he’d be used to it by now, but it still annoyed him to no end.

He suspected his siblings felt the same way, but they chose to keep that sentiment to themselves. There was just no winning an argument with their parents, especially around the holidays.

“Never leave a task unfinished or late,” Liam muttered. “How else are you gonna take the fun out of Thanksgiving?”

He slipped away to the back porch, passing by a crowd of nieces, nephews, and cousins. The young ones got a pass, having permission to run around and stick to no schedule whatsoever. Liam envied them. The older ones – including his aunts, uncles, and grandparents – got to just sit in the living room, drinking eggnog and watching football. He peered in briefly to see them yelling at the TV, actually having a good time while he and his siblings did all of the work.

They got to enjoy the holidays.

For him, he just got to work overtime.

His holiday spirit was on the brink. Then, he crossed paths with his girlfriend of the past two years, Alessia Burke. Still trying to make a good impression on his parents – especially after not being able to make it last year – she’d been helping too. Unfortunately, that just meant his parents put her to work so that his older sisters, Jane and Irene, could focus on their kids.

“How more are they going to have us do?” she asked him, looking restless as she carried a box of candles and tablecloths out from the garage.

“As much as they can get away with,” Liam answered.

“And it’s always like this?” Alessia groaned.

“I did warn you.”

“And I didn’t listen.”

They exchanged exasperated glances before carrying out the rest of their duties. Alessia set the materials up in the dining room while Liam checked the porch. As expected, the pies were fine and their stock of firewood was full. There was literally no reason for his parents to keep giving him tasks like this.

Everything was on time.

Thanksgiving was on schedule.

But because he and Alessia committed the high crime of being late last night, they held them to an unreasonable standard. It wasn’t fair. But that was how his parents operated. Being military brats who loved sticking to strict schedules, there was just no other way to live.

“What have I done? Inviting the woman I love to my family’s misery?” Liam wondered aloud.

He avoided answering that question himself. He still wasn’t sure his parents even liked Alessia. She wasn’t the first girlfriend of his he’d brought home. But she was, by far, the most serious. She was not just another fling, as his father loved to assume. He actually cared for her. Their relationship was actually serious.

They’d moved in together six months ago. They planned on getting another apartment after graduating college. He already had a job lined up and so did she. He and Alessia did everything right, being proactive in building their lives together. But it still wasn’t enough for his parents.

Liam briefly turned to head back inside. Instead, he stopped at the door, knowing he’d just get stuck with another menial task and/or yelled at. He checked his phone to see that they still had over an hour before dinner. They had time to catch up with family and just enjoy the holidays together. But since arriving home on a late flight from college, he and Alessia hadn’t had any time to spare. It was all work, chores, and preparation.

“This is now way to make lasting holiday memories, together,” Liam mused.

He remained outside, not caring at all about the bitter November cold. A few moments passed and Alessia slipped out, looking just as overwhelmed. Knowing her, she’d probably snuck through the living room, trying to avoid getting assigned more tasks. She’d been eager to help when she arrived, but that eagerness was long gone. All Liam could do was glance at her apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

“Don’t be,” she said, offering a kind gesture.

“I should be. This is no way to spend our first Thanksgiving together…stressed out and miserable. It’s bad enough we got stuck at class an extra day to finish term papers. We haven’t even had a proper date night since Halloween.”

“None of that is your fault, Liam.”

“I probably could’ve encouraged you to not come. I could’ve argued harder to just spent Thanksgiving with your parents, just like you did last year.”

“You wouldn’t have kept me from coming,” she said confidently. “I wasn’t going to keep putting this off. If we’re going to be together…if I’m going to be part of your life…then that includes parts like this.”

Liam managed a light smile, which Alessia returned. He didn’t doubt her words. Alessia wasn’t easily dissuaded from a challenge. It was one of many reasons he loved her. But this was a different kind of challenge for both of them. Just keeping up with it all was a strain.

“I could’ve at least prepared you more,” he said.

“Yeah, you could’ve,” Alessia admitted.

“I knew it was going to be rough…just not this rough,” he said.

“I wish I knew your parents would put me to work. I’m starting to think they don’t like me.”

“They don’t like anyone I bring home…not without testing them constantly.”

“Do you think I’ve passed?” she asked him.

“I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter to me. What matters most is making this Thanksgiving memorable for all the reasons for us. I’d hoped my parents would at least try to understand that, but…”

Liam’s words trailed off, his frustrations getting the better of him. Alessia consoled him, offering a loving gesture and a warm smile. She never doubted his good intentions. That was a relief. It still didn’t sit well with him, having little in terms of good holiday memories to share with her.

At the very least, he would’ve liked to spend some quality time together in his old bedroom. But his parents even denied him that, refusing to let them sleep in the same room and putting Alessia in the guest room with his female cousins. It certainly didn’t help that they hadn’t made love since that same fateful date night on Halloween.

Had he known that would be their last intimate moment together for several weeks, he would’ve made it more elaborate. Now, it looked like they wouldn’t have that moment for the rest of the week. Liam was not looking forward to that.

But as he contemplated all the stressful holiday chores ahead of him, Alessia’s expression and demeanor shifted. She had that distinct glint in her eye – the kind she only ever got when she sought to do something that was both challenging and reckless.

“Well…there are other ways of making Thanksgiving memorable,” she said to him in a seductive tone, “the kind that don’t just involve turkey dinners and pumpkin pies.”

“Oh?” Liam said, intrigued and a little nervous. “What did you have in mind?”

Alessia looked around a bit, as if to map out an elaborate strategy. Glancing inside, she saw that the rest of his relatives were engrossed in the TV. And his parents were likely still hard at work in the kitchen, obsessing over every detail.

If they went back inside, they’d find something for them to do between now and dinner time. In order to make a lasting Thanksgiving memory, they would have to be creative.

“Tell me…how likely is it your parents will lose track of time?” she asked him.

“With an hour before dinner…very,” he answered.

“And if we were to slip away for a while…would they notice?” she further inquired.

“Only if we slipped away to somewhere obvious…somewhere they could easily find us, yell at us, and drag us to more duties.”

Alessia bit her lower lip, her mind working fast. The way she moved in closer, seductively pressing her body against his, implied she had already formulated a plan.

“In that case…would your backyard shed be obvious?” she asked him.

Liam blinked a few times, impressed that she was willing to be that bold. He must have been really in need of sex because he didn’t dare talk himself out of it.

“Not in the slightest,” he affirmed.

“Then, what are we waiting for?”

Her mischievous grin widening, she latched onto his arm and led him towards the shed that sat on the far corner of his parents’ backyard. Liam put up no resistance, feeling his first twinge of excitement and elation all week. The backyard shed wasn’t at all ideal for a romantic rendezvous, but it was one of the few places on his parents’ property they paid no attention to this time of year. Given the cold, dreary November weather, it was likely the only private area remaining.

The prospect of making a good Thanksgiving memory with Alessia – a memory that didn’t involve his parents micromanaging or his family’s scrutiny – that genuinely intrigued him. It also did plenty to arouse him.

“A quickie with my girlfriend on Thanksgiving? Can’t get much more memorable than that,” he thought.

Laughing and giggling playfully, carrying themselves like a couple of horny prom dates, he and Alessia arrived at the shed. He then proceeded to unlock the large doors and open them. With Alessia still clinging to his arm, he led her inside.

“Close the door. And close it tight,” she said under her breath.

“Now, you’re just being paranoid,” Liam quipped as he kicked the door shut.

“Never let horniness supersede caution. It’s the best way to avoid awkward situation…especially around the holidays.”

“Speaking from experience with past boyfriends?” he said, snaking his arm around her waist.

“Shut up and kiss me!”

The door was shut. And, just as requested, Liam made sure it stayed shut. It made things in the shed a bit dim, having only the window on the far side for light. But it was more than enough. Having not felt Alessia’s intimate touch in nearly a month, he gladly navigated the dusty, dank, less-than-romantic ambience. Containing their desire for one another had been stressful. Finally, they had a chance to unleash their passions and on Thanksgiving, no less.

In an outpouring of pent-up sexual energy, he and Alessia eagerly embraced one another and met in a deep, sensual kiss. She literally jumped up into his arms, forcing him to catch her by her well-shaped butt. Instinctively, Liam squeezed it with both hands while she threw her legs around his waist.

Her rump firmly in both hands, he carried her over to his father’s work bench. It was a bit dusty, but clear of tools and debris. Even after setting her down, she clung to his shoulders while kissing him with greater intensity.

“I am so thankful for this…for us,” Alessia gasped.

“Me too,” Liam said, “so…so thankful.”

More kissing followed, this time with more tongue. Bolder touching followed, as well – hands roaming wildly around the insufferably formal clothes they’d been wearing since that morning. In addition, Alessia used her powerful legs to squeeze his waist, grinding her pelvis against his crotch. Even though his slacks, he could feel the growing heat of her inner thighs.

The heat soon led to a swift loosening of clothing. While kissing her, Liam skillfully undid the buttons to her blouse, revealing the black lace bra she’d worn underneath. Alessia returned the favor by untucking his shirt, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning the top of his pants. That gave the growing erection more breathing room.

But as much as Liam enjoyed such foreplay, he remembered that they had to move with a sense of urgency.

“Off…get this off,” he said with that deep, masculine tone he knew she loved.

Alessia gladly accommodated him, leaned back on the work bench to give him more room. Under her seductive glance, he eagerly removed her bra to expose her well-shaped breasts. Then, in a show of playful affection, she grabbed his head and pulled his face right into her cleavage, evoking moans and laughter of delight.

“Mmm…yeah! Enjoy a little appetizer,” Alessia cooed.

Liam certainly savored the feeling, but kept his hands moving. With not-so-subtle tact, he reached up the short skirt his Aunt Erin criticized earlier and pulled her panties down her legs. He only got a brief touch for the exposed outer flesh of her womanhood, but he felt enough to confirm that she was hot and aroused.

However, despite the need for urgency, he craved enough treat. Pulling his face away from her breasts, he whispered into her ear.

“Lean back a bit more,” he told her.

The deep tone of his voice helped communicate his intentions. Her grin widened and her excitement grew as she did as he asked, leaning all the way back and causing the wall of tools to clank.

Following his impassioned hunger, he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs farther apart. Her panties were off and her skirt remained on, but he still had a perfect glimpse of her pussy. Licking his lips intently, he buried his face between her inner thighs to taste his love’s sweet flesh. The spirit of Thanksgiving must have been strong because it tasted even better than usual.

“Ooh Liam! Darling…you must be hungry!” Alessia gasped.

He replied with a muffled moan as he lovingly gorged on the outer folds of her vagina, performing oral love to her most sensitive spots while savoring her delicious womanly juices. Whether it was hunger or passion, it had the desired effect. It allowed Liam to pleasure his lover, causing her to shift and shudder atop the work bench.

At some point during his efforts, she slipped off her blouse and kicked off her heels, leaving her only in her skirt. Despite the chilly air outside, Alessia didn’t appear the least bit cold. The conditions and ambience also didn’t keep her from achieving a state of full arousal. She soon became so wet and hot, her body craving his sex. The extra-sweet taste of her pussy got his arousal going as well, the growing erection in his pants now aching to be free.

“Mmm…ready, my love?” Liam asked upon removing his head from her inner thighs.

“I’m ready, Liam. Take me!” Alessia said without hesitation.

Reflex, instinct, and desire took it from there. Liam shot up from the floor, shed his pants and underwear, and repositioned himself between his legs. He then grasped her by the hips, drew her pelvis close to his, and aligned the tip of his rigid penis with her moist slit.

Their eyes now locked and their desires perfectly synchronized, he thrust his hips forward and enter her. Hard masculine flesh penetrated hot feminine depths, their bodies uniting in this intimate act. Together, they let out an impassioned gasp. From there, they proceeded to make love.

“Ohhh Liam!”

“Alessia…”

Little else had to be said after that. Alessia grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes still locked on him as they set a heated pace for sex. He tightened his hold on her hips, guiding her body with his as they rocked, grinded, and undulated together in a focused venting of love and lust.

Despite the dark, dusty setting – despite the chilly, brisk air – and despite the stress of the Thanksgiving holiday – their sex was still so beautiful and intimate. It was a testament to the love and connection they shared. They found a way to share and express that love, even in less-than-ideal circumstances. Their passion was just that strong. That helped make this act of lovemaking all the more enjoyable.

Liam forgot the circumstances and just enjoyed this feeling with the woman he loved. As their bodies moved, they kissed and shared loving gestures. He grinned as her breasts bounced and her legs shifted, showing off that added flexibility that he found so sexy. He kept the pace steady, but faster than usual, knowing they couldn’t draw this out like they usually did.

Thankfully, he knew Alessia’s body so well. He knew how to get her to the brink of orgasm. She claimed she was relatively easy to please, but he still strived to make the extra effort.

“I’m close! I’m close!” she panted. “I’m gonna…ohhhh!”

Her orgasmic moan filled the shed. It was sweet music to his ears. Liam grinned proudly as she closed her eyes, squeezed the fabric of his dress shirt, and threw her head back to offer a gracious cry to the heavens. He still held her close as her legs tensed and her inner muscles contracted, making for an extra tight sensation around his dick. Liam loved that feeling, too. It prompted an extra deep kiss when Alessia finally collected herself enough to share his affections.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

The kiss kept the passions flowing. Through her lips and her heated touch, Liam sensed she still craved more sex. He did too, his body now aching for its own release. To that end, he followed more instincts and passions.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her off the table and set her back on her feet. Then, with an assertiveness that he knew she found hot, he turned her around and bent her over. Even through her skirt, he got a nice glimpse of her perfect butt. His penis still rock hard, he guided his flesh back into her.

From there, their sex resumed. This time, the pace was even greater. Grunts and gasps grew louder. The loud smacking sound of his pelvis colliding with her butt filled the shed. His clothes became more and more disheveled. And even through the cold air, a light sweat formed on his brow.

But Liam didn’t let up. He was getting so close. He could feel it. Hearing his love moan and pant, he sought to share the feeling with her. So, using the same knowledge of her body that allowed him to give her such great oral sex, he reached around and stimulated her clit with his fingers. That got Alessia moaning louder and trembling harder under the extra sensations.

And in short order, she was ready to climax too. This time, he could share the ecstasy with her.

“Again! Ooh I’m going to…come again!” Alessia cried out.

“Me too, babe. Me…too. Oh God!” Liam gasped.

After a few more heated thrusts, it happened. He and his love crossed that magical barrier that separated them from the sweetest fruits of their love. A hot, orgasmic rush washed over them both and they took it in together.

It hit him first, his knees going weak and his grip on her tightening as he released his manly load up into her depths. It hit Alessia soon after, her lower body trembling as she threw her head back again, giving him a brief glimpse of that beautiful O-face he knew so well. As their bodies trembled, their embrace deepened. And together, they took in this feeling – supplementing it even further with a deep, loving kiss.

As he and Alessia processed and savored every moment, a silence came over them. For a moment, all they could hear was the wind outside and their own heavy breathing. Eventually, Alessia turned around and embraced him once more, resting her forehead against his in a fitting gesture of support.

“We…should get back,” Liam said, emerging from his daze. “Halftime is probably over.”

“Yeah…we should,” Alessia said, still smiling.

“Remember, we were just out here to make a call to your Uncle Evan,” he reminded her. “And if they ask why our clothes are so messed up…”

“I’ll just say it got windy. Your Aunt might not buy it, but…”

Her words trailed off. But Liam kept smiling. It helped assure her he didn’t care what excuse they made or that his relatives bought it. This was for them and them alone. There would be plenty of time to be thankful for everything else over dinner.

Content that they were on the same page, they kissed once more before parting. They then got dressed and tried to fix their clothes as best they could. But before leaving the shed, his love affectionately latched onto his arm and locked her gaze with his once more.

“I know it’s been a stressful week,” Alessia said. “But I’m still thankful we’re here…together.”

“Me too, Alessia,” Liam said to her with a warm smile. “The holidays don’t make it easier. My family doesn’t make it easy, either. But that’s exactly what makes being with you so special. And for that, I am so…so thankful.”

The following is a sexy short story about a sexy supernatural romance involving a werewolf. I think it’s a perfect story to share before Halloween. Enjoy!

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“Another cloudless night. Another full moon,” said Adriana Luma. “It’s going to happen again. The beast within is going to awaken. But I’m ready for him!”

The beautiful young woman took one last glimpse from the open window. From the small cabin that she and her boyfriend, Riley Green, had purchased last year, she had a perfect view of the night sky. It was a view she didn’t used to admire that often. Having grown up in a big city, she didn’t think there was much to admire.

Then, she moved to a quiet, fairly rural area a hundred miles from the city. She also met Riley, a skilled electrician who used to work on oil rigs. Then, he decided to become a veterinarian so he could work with animals, which just so happened to be her profession.

Their love seemed generic – a former roughneck turned animal lover, falling for a veterinarian. Most of the people in their small town rarely gave them a second look. She and Riley were just that cute young couple who lived on the outskirts of town.

There was just one major detail that they didn’t know about.

Riley was a werewolf. And tonight, he was going to transform.

“I know you’re coming, Rex,” Adriana said into the night. “You don’t have to fight it anymore. I’m here for you.”

Rex was what Riley called his werewolf form. The nature of that form and how he became a werewolf was a long story. There were all sorts of myths and legends surrounding werewolves. None were true, but all had a small sliver of the truth within.

The reality wasn’t quite as fanciful as the mythology. According to Riley, werewolves were an echo of humanity’s more primal past – a link to the feral creature they used to be. For most everyone, that creature remained dormant was never awoke. But for a select few, this creature awoke during a full moon. He just happened to be among those few.

How the moon became a catalyst was still not known. Riley’s grandfather once theorized that in ancient times, the moon was a beacon for their ancestors to hunt – their prey not able to hide from the usual shroud of darkness. So, the apex hunters of the time used it as an opportunity to be extra aggressive, seeking and pouncing upon more prey. It was an imperfect theory, but it made as much sense as any.

Riley didn’t care for the theories. His greatest worry had been transforming in a public place or hurting someone while in his werewolf form. He claimed it was like part of his brain being turned off while the rest of his body and senses went into overdrive. When Adriana first saw it, she was genuinely scared by it. Riley was such a gentle, caring person most of the time. But the creature he turned into – it was the complete opposite.

At the same time, though, that creature did not scare her away from loving Riley. If anything, it drew her to him even more. Ultimately, this creature became part of the life they were building together. And that extended to their sex lives.

‘I love you, Adriana. This thing inside me won’t stop me from loving you. But if our love is going to work, we can’t ignore the beast inside me.’

Those had been his words to her shortly after she witnessed his transformation. He must have expected her to run away from him because he’d held his head low, as if bracing for her disgust.

But instead, Adriana embraced him. She even told him something that caught him by surprise.

“That beast won’t stop me from loving you, either. In fact, it might just make you sexier!”

She still vividly remembered the bewildered look he gave her. She’d committed that look to memory. It was just that priceless.

Since that fateful night, she and Riley had learned to confront his werewolf side – making it so the creature knew her, trusted her, and would not attack her on instinct. That proved challenging. But in the process, Adriana awakened a side of her she didn’t know was there.

Apparently, she had a think for big, strong, snarling wolfmen. They made her horny on a level she didn’t think possible.

“Hurry up, Rex. I’m so hot for you!” she said into the night.

Adriana was already brimming with anticipation. She’d set everything up in their cabin, like they’d planned. She put on a seductive see-through nighty, as if to create a display for the animal within. She also put on this special makeup and perfume that Riley helped her formulate. It was laced with special pheromones meant to arouse his werewolf form in a very specific way.

Once he got a whiff of her scent, there was no stopping him. The beast within would hunt her down, but not out of bloodlust or hunger.

Adriana checked the clock one more time, making sure they had timed it just right. Less than a half-hour ago, Riley had kissed her on the lips and stripped naked as the moon rose. He knew things were about to get chaotic within him. And just as the clock struck midnight, she heard that distinct howl in the distance.

“Rrrraaoooorrrrrr! Rrrraaoooorrrrrr!”

The silence of the night shattered, she could already sense it happening. Riley was transforming, his flesh morphing from the pale, lanky man who nobody recognized in a crowd to a hulking half-wolf, half-man creature.

Closing her eyes, Adriana vividly remembered the process of that transformation. It started with Riley shedding his clothes, clutching his side, and falling to his knees under the light of the full moon. From there, muscles and sinews bulged and tensed. Thick dark hair formed all over his body, starting from his chest and spreading out in every direction. The structure of his face shifted, his teeth becoming sharp and his eyes becoming a distinct gold hue. All the while, he just kept howling and roaring.

‘If only he knew how much that turned me on.’

A sultry smile crept across her face. Just imagining her love’s transformation was enough to make her excited. But imagining what came after made her wet between her thighs and weak in the knees.

Because once he transformed, Riley became Rex. And Rex was a creature of instinct. He didn’t think or hesitate. He just acted. For much of his life, Riley had gone into the woods to transform, just like his family had taught him. There, Rex could be right at home, hunting and exploring like a true apex predator. If he could satisfy those instincts, then Rex wouldn’t hurt anyone. He used to think there was just one way of going about that.

Then, Adriana showed him another and it didn’t involve hunting.

“Time for the final ingredient,” she said, still grinning.

Turning away from the window, Adriana applied the special perfume that Riley helped her formulate. It was a simple concoction of pheromones, concentrated and potent. To her, it barely smelled like the morning dew in the woods. But to Rex, it was a siren’s song like no other.

Moments after applying it, she heard another roar through the night. She also heard heavy resulting in the fields outside.

“Err! Err! Rrraaahhhhh!” Rex howled.

A new excitement took over as Adriana got into position. She had already locked away her things. She now awaited her transformed lover in the small bedroom set up in the rear of the cabin. Reeking with pheromones and adorned with lingerie, she had made herself the perfect manifestation of desire for the man and the beast.

Closer and closer, the growls and rustling drew near. She could already hear the aggressive footsteps shuffling through the grass and brush.

Then, the door burst open. And within the dimly lit hallways, she saw him – the hulking, snarling creature of the night. Even though she’d seen him many times before, Adriana’s heart still skipped a beat – partially from fear and partially from arousal. But over time, the arousal vastly overshadowed the fear.

“I know you sensed me, Rex,” she told him. “I’m here for you.”

Adriana approached the half-man, half-wolf beast – trembling, but confident. His snarls grew louder and his demeanor became more restless, a common side-effect of the transformation. Now, he was prepared to channel his primal energy.

When Rex narrowed his gaze on her, every feral feature came into view. He’d torn off his shirt again, revealing a ripped mass of masculine muscles. They utterly defied the slim stature of Riley Green that she’d seen earlier that morning. Even covered in gray fur, she could make out the sinews of every muscle. It was more than enough to evoke that basic twinge of arousal that was so familiar to a healthy heterosexual woman like her.

In addition to his transformed upper body, Rex’s lower body had changed considerably as well and not just with respect to resembling a more canine-like configuration. The male anatomy between his legs had grown to match his werewolf form. It was still very human in appearance. There was more fur around it, but it also had the primal energy of a hungry wolf fueling it.

And in seeing her, it started growing. As Rex began sniffing the air around her more intently, it grew and hardened rapidly.

“Yes, Rex,” she told him. “Those pheromones are real and true. They’re saying to you what I cannot put into words. But I can still send a clear message.”

Then, in an effort to supplement the pheromones, Adriana seductively shed her see-through nighty. Now wearing nothing but a pair of cheap panties, she took a step closer. She reached out and pawed his hairy chest. The warm feeling of her hand on his furry chest evoked more arousal within her. It also further stoked the instincts within the beast.

“Take me,” Adriana said intently. “Ravage me like the beast you are!”

“Hrrr!” Rex snarled.

She swore she saw a slight grin. Even through the rows of wolf-like teeth, the human part of his werewolf form showed. For once, both were on the same page. There was a willing, horny female before them. She was offering herself to him – inviting him to fulfill a need other than raw bloodlust. And Rex, being a creature of pure instinct, jumped at the chance.

“Rrrr mate!” he snarled.

No further tempting was necessary. He pounced on her like a true apex predator, but not for the purpose of hunting and hunger. Rex was now operating in a mode of pure, raging lust. And Adriana was the target.

“Yes! Mate with me, Rex! Mate with me!” she urged him.

Snarling and growling, the powerful creature took her in his arms and lifted her off the floor. Then, like an alpha male bringing home a new mate, he threw her atop the large mattress in the corner she’d set up. Now flat on her back with Rex hovering over, his feral penis already fully erect, he eagerly tore off her panties to leave her exposed and prone to this beast’s wrath.

Adriana’s heart skipped a beat again. The line between fear and arousal once again blurred. Her survival instincts told her this creature was going ravage her. But her sex drive also told her that this creature was going to ravage her, albeit in a very different way. Short of breath and brimming with anticipation, the young woman channeled the necessary instincts.

“I want this,” she said to herself. “I’ve made love to the man. Now, I want to get fucked by the beast.”

Adriana’s desires seemed to seep through the pheromones. Now that she was pinned and cornered, Rex proceeded to paw, lick, and taste her naked flesh. He eagerly sniffed and licked around her face and neck, grasped her ample breasts, and hungrily rubbed his furry body against her smooth skin. It was a very aggressive form of foreplay, but one quite common among werewolves and their bonded mates.

Riley once told her that when intensely aroused, a werewolf will always prime his mate to get her in heat. And if the bond between mates was strong, the male would tend to her in a very specific way – the intricate workings of her body becoming imprinted on him. It was part of what made a werewolf so loyal to his bonded mate. And Adriana had come to cherish such loyalty.

“Ooh Rex!” she cooed. “Taste me! Touch me!”

The lustful growling escalated. Rex continued sniffing and licking, drawing his tongue down her neck and onto her breasts. The way that canine-like tongue felt on her nipples always sent special shivers coursing through her body. Adriana giggled joyously, her body trembling even more under his grasp.

Such feral foreplay quickly got her to a state of arousal that triggered the next surge of instincts within Rex. His mate was now fully in heat, aroused and eager for his sex. The scent hung heavily in the air. She even supplemented it with her touch, running her fingers through his thick body fur. Following those instincts once more, he grasped her hips, turned her over, and got into position.

“Hrrrr mate!” Rex howled.

Adriana, now on her hands and knees, her hips angled up towards his waiting cock, held onto the dirty sheets below for what came next. And it happened quickly.

In a rough, focused motion, Rex – the werewolf form of her love, Riley Green – mounted her like an animal and entered her with a powerful thrust. The hot, heavy feeling of hard penetration followed, sending sharp sensations coursing up through her body. Adriana squeezed the sheets under her and let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

Those gasps were quickly muted by Rex’s lustful howls. His hardened flesh now inside her moist depths, he began humping with reckless abandoned. Adriana’s world rocked, along with her body. Back and forth, she followed the ravenous force behind each movement – each thrust driving his rigid penis deep into her vagina depths.

It was so jarring – so overwhelming – yet so, undeniably hot.

It was like being bombarded with the unfiltered pleasures of sex at its most primal.

Every higher faculty was tempered.

Every other function associated with sex went into overdrive.

Adriana might not have been a werewolf herself. But being fucked by one turned her into a unique creature of instinct – one entirely focused on this singular, intimate act.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Rex! Ohhh yes!” she cried out.

“Hrrrr Luma!” roared Rex.

In that moment – hearing him say her name through the beast within – that sent Adriana over the edge. It was more than just a sign that Rex saw her as his bonded mate. It was the love of the man and the lust of the beast combined into a single feeling.

And as he continued humping her from behind, she reached back and placed her hand atop his. Through the fur and flesh, she conveyed her own uniquely primal sentiment.

Then, she climaxed hard.

“Oohhhh Rex!” Adriana exclaimed.

The orgasmic rush washed over her, hitting her like hot waves of chaotic bliss from all direction. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and arched her back. Rex even grabbed her in the process, cupping both her breasts as her lower body erupted in an orgasmic frenzy. Her toes curled and her inner muscles tensed, contracting around his hardened penis even as it continued slithering inside her.

Rex definitely sensed it. He let out that distinct hiss he always made when she came. It reminded her of an animal triumphantly standing over its prey. That seemed so fitting for a moment like this. He’d rendered her powerless, awash in fleshly pleasure. It effectively gave him free reign to ravage her until his desires were spent.

“Mmm…mate!” Rex growled.

Adriana barely had time to recover before her werewolf lover laid her on her side, hitched a leg up over his shoulder, and continued hammering away. Still drunk on the pleasure of her first orgasm, she just clutched the nearby pillowed and enjoyed the right. She even cooed as he licked and sniffed around her feet – another sign that the playful, gentle lover in Riley Green was still within.

Her sense of time quickly became obscure as their animalistic sex played out like it so often did on these clear nights. Rex continued ravaging her with his lust, going hard and fast with their sex. They remained on the mattress for the most part. But on some occasions, he mixed it up – pinning her against the wall, lifting her up in his arms, and lying her flat on her stomach while they went at it.

But Adriana wasn’t entirely passive in their sex. She always found a way to contribute, channeling her own knowledge of good werewolf sex. She frequently ran her fingers through the thick fur around his hack and shoulders. She also licked around his ear, something she knew Rex enjoyed a great deal. She even scratched around a particular area of his hip, which got him humping even faster – so much so that she climaxed again.

Her orgasmic cries seemed to encourage him even more. But even as Adriana became more dishevled and covered and sweat, she urged him on.

“More! Give me more, Rex! Please…I can take it!” she told him.

That had always been an important part of their love. Riley’s greatest fear had always been hurting her while he was in his werewolf form. It took a while for Adriana to convince him that she could handle that form. It was as much a part of him as his human form. And if their love was going to work, she had to accept him in every form.

It also helped that sex with a werewolf was incredibly hot. Adriana had always enjoyed rougher forms of sex, but none compared to that given by a werewolf. She often climaxed multiple times and tonight was no exception. She didn’t know how many she ended up having. She just knew how to show her appreciation once her lover drew close.

That moment finally arrived when she found herself on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders, while he hammered away with increasing urgency. His fur-covered pelvis kept smacking against hers – his rigid member tensing inside her with anticipation. Adriana saw it in his face, his expression twitching and his hands trembling. She lovingly caressed the side of his menacing complexion, smiling up at him as his climax approach.

“I know you’re close, my love. Please…embrace it,” she told him.

“Hrr rah! Rah! Rahhhhhh!”

Rex’s howls escalated as he delivered the last round of humping. Finally, his movements slowed and his hips steadied. And with one final howl, her werewolf lover climaxed.

“Rrrrrr Luma!”

Him saying her named again was just so fitting. Adriana’s smile widened as she held on for the intimate rush.

She held him closer, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist while he pushed his cock into her extra deep. He then dug his hands/paws into the mattress, holding on as he filled her with his masculine fluid.

It always seemed a bit more voluminous in his werewolf form, but Adriana really enjoyed it. That hot feeling of his fluids mixing with hers inside her womb – it carried with it a special kind of warmth and intimacy. She’d come to cherish it a great deal, even if it left her tired and sore the next day.

As Rex took in the sensations of his sexual release, his growling and panting finally settled. After so much exertion, he collapsed atop her – his imposing form now pressed against her naked skin. Adriana eagerly caught him, catching him in her embrace and rolling him onto his side. She then curled up next to him, his body still furry and feral. It still felt so good to her touch, filling her with a special contentment that she sought to share with her werewolf lover.

“You did it, my handsome beast. You pleased your mate,” she told him. “Now please…lay with me. Rest. You’ve earned it.”

“Hnn….Luma.”

Her loving words, coupled with her tender touch, helped further soothe the beast. He continued his heavy panting, having exerted so much energy during their sex. All that wild, untamed bloodlust that often came from his transformation had been appropriately focused and directed. Instead of rage and destruction, it led to hot sex and primal intimacy.

For a werewolf and his loving mate, it was the best possible trade.

“Sleep, my werewolf lover,” Adriana said, kissing his furry cheek before he fell asleep. “You’ve shared with me your feral lust. Now, wake up as a man…next to the woman who loves you and the beast with him.”

The following is a sexy short story about a couple in the future celebrating the fruits of emerging technology. I got the inspiration from playing “Cyberpunk 2077” and I hope it shows. Enjoy!

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“Neural cognitive transfer complete. Thank you for your patience, Kimberly Tannish. Enjoy your new body.”

Kimberly – or Kimi, as she liked to be called – opened her eyes and groaned, the cordial tone of the assistant AI doing little to stem the grogginess. Her head was still spinning, her mouth was still dry, and her vision still blurry. All were common side-effects of a standard cognitive transfer process. It could only ever be so comfortable, given the science and logistics involved. But the end result was usually worth it.

“Rise and shine, beautiful. You’re looking more radiant than usual. You do something with your hair?” joked a familiar, but welcome voice.

“You do know that joke stopped being funny in the 2040s, right?” Kimi quipped as she emerged from her mental fugue.

“Hey. Some of us still appreciate classic humor.”

“Your standards for what qualifies as humor never ceases to astonish me.”

“But you love me anyways. So who’s fault is that?”

Kimi smiled and shook her head in bemusement. That helped her feel less dazed as she stepped out of the transfer chamber. Waiting for her, as expected, was her husband and longtime love, Colten Corban – who she called Colt. He was standing right in front of the chamber with a big blanket in hand and a fresh bottle of nutriwater. Still regaining her balance and overall demeanor, she accepted both.

Emerging from a transfer chamber was always the toughest part of a neural cognitive transfer. Most likened it to waking up from a vivid dream after running a dozen marathons. It was so physically and mentally strenuous. But that was to be expected. Transferring a healthy mind into a new body an arduous process, even if it had become routine.

Now standing on the cold, sterile floor of the transfer room, she leaned into Colt’s warmth as he wrapped her naked body in the blanket. Given that this new body was still fresh, certain sensory systems were quite sensitive. Touch, taste, sounds, smells, and sights all seemed more intense. That was an unavoidable side-effect of any new body.

But before donning the blanket, Kimi got a brief glance of her new form. Discomfort aside, she liked what she saw.

“This one turned out better than expected,” Kimi said, still embracing her lover. “Bigger breasts, better skin, less curly hair, thicker lips…the surface features all look good. Hopefully, that extends to the internal bits.”

“You look as beautiful as ever,” said Cole with a smile. “I know I’ve said that about your last four bodies. But this one is definitely an upgrade.”

“For what I paid for it, I sure as hell hope so,” she said.

“Your nipples aren’t misshapen. Your butt is nice and round. And your teeth are all in place. I think it’s safe to say you weren’t ripped off.”

“Sorry. I’m just a little paranoid. I haven’t forgotten what happened at our fifth anniversary.”

“That was both our fault,” he told her. “We trusted a discount body upgrade doc. And we got what we paid for. Some lessons just gotta be learned the hard way. Even in this day and age.”

Kimi sighed again and smiled up at her lover. Still clinging to the blanket, he kept his arm around her waist so she could enjoy his warmth. The transfer chambers at these upgrade shops, as they called them, were usually cold. They had to be in order to keep the environment clean and sterile. Getting a new body might have been routine – not to mention big business – but it was still an extensive medical procedure. There had to be standards and guidelines in place.

“Come on. I reserved a recovery room down the hall,” Colt said, gesturing towards the door. “I made sure the cleaning bots did a once over before you woke up.”

“Such a courteous husband,” Kimi said. “How did I get so damn lucky?”

“Don’t know. Want to get some neural enhancers to help you figure that out?”

“Smartass,” she said, giving him a playful swat.

They laughed casually as he led her out of the transfer chamber and into the hall of the upgrade shop. There had been some standard clothing provided by the staff, but Kimi opted not to. A thick blanket and her husband’s presence was all the warmth she needed. Not everyone could be so lucky, even if they paid more for their new bodies.

Walking down the wide halls of the upgrade center, Kimi saw a number of other customers pass them by. Some looked old, slow, or weak – escorted by family or assistant androids. They were likely preparing to transfer to a younger, healthier body. They seemed so anxious, yet excited. They were ready to start living the life they wanted in the body they wanted.

That was the most standard service provided by an upgrade center. But most other customers looked younger, relatively speaking. That was often hard to tell. After someone’s twentieth birthday, age tended lose all meaning. Even someone with far lesser means could afford to get a new body – or, at the very least, upgrade theirs so they didn’t age beyond their 30s. It was at a point where nobody even talked about their age anymore. It was hard to believe it used to be such a big deal.

As they neared the end of the hall, Kimi and Cole passed by a few female customers and several male customers. It looked like they had gotten similar upgrades. They were just walking about, wearing standard issue hospital gowns or fully in the nude. Recognizing Kimi’s new fresh figure, they smiled and waved.

“Nice new flesh,” one of the men said. “Did you get the latest circulatory upgrades?”

“Yep! And the endocrine upgrades to go along with it,” Kimi said. “Don’t forget those. Or they’ll charge you extra next time.”

“Damn. I knew I felt something different when my stress levels went up,” said one of the women, who’d been checking herself in a mirror. “Guess I’ll have to upgrade that next week.”

“Better do it before your next date night. Trust me, it makes a difference,” said Cole.

The other customers laughed. They seemed to share Cole’s outdated humor as well. Kimi rolled her eyes, but still grinned none-the-less. Upgrading bodies and getting new ones might have been mundane for her, but she was aware that it hadn’t always been this way.

Upon arriving at the recovery room, Colt opened the door and led her in, like the gentleman he was. Kimi thanked him with a loving gesture as she made her way to the bed, the blanket still wrapped around her naked body. As she sat down on the edge, she leaned back and sighed. Colt joined her a moment later, closing the door and locking it behind her.

Recovery rooms weren’t known for being luxurious or comfortable. They were just a room with a bed, a bathroom, and some sound-proofed walls to let customers rest. Most weren’t designed to accommodate more than one person, but Colt made sure he got the larger one for her. He probably paid extra for it, even when he didn’t have to. That was just the kind of guy he was.

Despite the limited amenities, he made it feel cozy and comfortable. Kimi found herself just leaning against his shoulders, sitting with him in a comfortable silence. She remained restless, which was to be expected. But she still found her mind drifting more than usual.

“Remember my Great Grandma Tammy? The one who died shortly after we met?” Kimi said, finally breaking the silence.

“The one who also called me a smartass at least once week?” Colt said. “Yeah, I remember. She was quite a character.”

“She was also part of the Last Elders,” she went on, “that final generation that died before stuff like body upgrades and mind transfers became common. Some were part of it by choice. Others were just too late. Great Grandma Tammy was a little of both.”

“Yeah, I still feel bad for that crowd. It’s one thing to learn about it in history downloads. But knowing people who went through it – people born with one body and being stuck with it their whole lives – hell, I can’t even imagine. Unless you had good base genetics, that must have been torture.”

“That’s what a lot of people say these days. I’ve even said it once or twice. This is my seventh new body. And even though it has the best genetics and cybernetics, I can’t imagine it being the only body I’ll ever have. But the fact remains. People like Great Grandma Tammy lived like that for generations.”

Another silence fell over them, this one heavier and more tense. Kimi latched onto her lover’s arm. He then leaned on her as well, their minds drifting down similar paths.

“When I a kid, she told me all about that messy, painful world,” she continued. “She said people used to have few options if their bodies broke down. Lose a limb? It’s gone forever. Damage an organ? Good luck replacing it. Think you’re ugly? Too bad! Either exercise and eat right. Or get fatter and uglier.”

“Exercise and eat right? Just to look less ugly? That sounds tedious,” Colt laughed.

“Apparently, it was worse than that. You could do everything right to your birth body. And it would still fail you. Sometimes without warning. Every day was struggle and a gamble. One moment, you think you’re healthy, beautiful, and young. The next, you’re old, sick, and ugly…and there was nothing you could do about it.”

“That’s pretty bleak. It’s amazing the human race got through it.”

“Funny, that’s what she said too,” said Kimi with a half-grin. “She even had a sense of humor about it. She knew she was too old and sick to get a new body. And at that point, she said she was fine with letting her life end on her terms. I was probably the only one who didn’t try to convince her otherwise.”

“You think you could’ve?”

Kimi paused again and thought about it. In recalling those precious memories she had with her Great Grandma Tammy, it didn’t take long for the answer to become clear.

“I doubt it,” she said. “And honestly, I’m glad I didn’t try. Because before she died, I was the only one she talked to regularly and honestly. And she had a unique perspective on many things. I like to think she imparted some of it to me.”

“How so?” Colt asked.

Kimi, now feeling less restless and dazed, stook up from the bed. She then turned her attention to the mirror hanging on the other side of the room. No longer feeling cold or unbalanced, she tossed aside the blanket and just looked at her new body.

She was still fully naked, every bit of flesh exposed for her to see. This body was not radically different from the one she had just a few days ago, but it was still different. There were fewer blemishes, a bit more muscle tone in certain areas, some more feminine features in others, and a different style of hair. Even the shade of her eyes was slightly lighter than before.

She, like many others who upgraded to new bodies, saw this as a form of refinement – an effort to put their mind in a form they felt gave them the best sense of overall being. Kimi had liked her previous bodies just fine. They all had worked for her during certain parts of her life. But, in the same way people upgraded tools and devices, she decided to upgrade her body along the way.

In that context, it almost seemed logical. As Kimi let that perspective sink in, she found herself exploring her new flesh with her hands. Colt, never one to interrupt her when naked, just watched from the bed.

“Great Grandma Tammy lived quite a life,” Kimi said, still fixated on her reflection. “She lived through a pretty upheaval time. When she was a kid, computers were so bulky you couldn’t always fit them in your pocket. And they didn’t even project things in 3D.”

“Talk about ancient,” Colt said under his breath.

“But as she grew, she saw how people used these tools to reshape their world. Some resisted and feared it. Others tried to push the limits. But she preferred watching from afar…focused on the why more than the how.”

“Does anybody really wonder why anymore? Hell, why would anyone be content with living your entire life with just one body? Especially when you have the option to upgrade.”

“Believe it or not, that used to be a serious issue. But Great Grandma Tammy never cared for politics. She would often say that people tend to worry more about implications rather than possibilities. She also said people weren’t always honest about why they develop technology like this.”

Kimi moved her hands to her breasts, which were now perfectly shaped. Her old body had been nice, but the breasts had been a bit disproportionate compared to previous forms. While Colt never seemed to mind, she found them cumbersome after a while. Now, as she squeezed them lightly, she felt a slight tingle course through her body.

It was a good kind of tingle, though. And she hadn’t felt anything like that in her old body.

“We all have dreams, desires, fantasies, and hopes. But we can’t always pursue them,” Kimi continued. “In her day, that was even more true. When you’re stuck with one body, you’re at the mercy of all its limits. Great Grandma Tammy considered herself lucky. She used her one body to pursue all sorts of experiences…including a few I wished she hadn’t shared.”

“She never struck me as a woman with a filter,” Colt said.

“Yeah, that rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. But I think that’s just because she was so brutally honest. She saw people like us – changing our bodies and transferring to new ones – as a way remove those burdens. The experiences our ancestors never had, but often dreamed out…they were within our reach now.”

Kimi stopped touching her breasts and just looked down at her hands. There was a new strength to them, which was typical of a new body that had been forged, refined, and enhanced to her specifications. That strength was something many took for granted. But she liked to think Great Grandma Tammy appreciated it better than most.

“Life is precious. Most agree on that,” Kimi continued. “But quality of life…really living life and enjoying its fruits…that’s where people used to get upset.”

“Still don’t see what they would be upset about,” Colt shrugged.

“Believe it or not, they gave many reasons. But Great Grandma Tammy said they were never good ones. They were just excuses…driven by fear of something so new…uncertainty of where it might lead…and anxiety over what others might do with it.”

“Like go out, live dangerously, eat great food, and have great sex? Like that’s such a bad thing?” Colt laughed.

“Exactly,” Kimi replied, her tone dead serious. “Nobody would say it out loud. But Great Grandma Tammy knew it was on their minds. Once removed from the limits of one body, people realized what they could do. And some just…didn’t think people could handle that.”

“Well, chances are those people died off with the rest of the Last Elders. So, I guess that issue solved itself.”

“That’s just it. I don’t think she cared about resolving it. I also think it helped her understand where the world was going. And when her time came, she was at peace with it.”

Kimi looked back at her reflection. Her new body would afford her many opportunities for new experiences, both for herself and for her husband. She found herself smiling again, as if her Great Grandma Tammy was with her at that moment.

“She lived an eventful life during a chaotic time,” said Kimi. “She traveled, learned, succeeded, and failed. She met so many people and made so many friends…including a few that became lovers. Although, I wish she spared me those details.”

“Like I said. No filter,” Colt snickered.

“That one body of hers guided her through that life. She even claimed it held up better than she thought. And she told me that I had a chance to do more, live better, and experience things she never could’ve imagined. It was just up to me to take that chance…and realize how lucky I was to have so many.”

“Well, having known you for so long and shared so many experiences, I think it’s safe to say you’ve done her proud.”

Kimi’s smile widened. She then turned back to her husband, who kept smiling as well. She rejoined him on the bed. But this time, she was bolder in her actions.

With a seductive glint in her eyes, she got onto his lap, snaked her arms around his neck, and let the heat of her body mix with his. It had the desired effect. She could already feel a sudden hardness in his pants. Colt quickly fell under her affectionate spell, leaning back on his arms so that she had even more leverage over him. It was his way of letting her know that she knew how to captivate him, no matter which body she inhabited.

“Oh Colt,” Kimi said to him. “You know just what to say to your naked wife…especially while she’s adjusting to a new body.”

“It’s what a good husband does,” he replied proudly. “Anything else I can do to help you adjust?”

“Well, I was going to ask for lengthy visit to the premium VR chamber. But now, I just want to make love to you in this sterile, unromantic room.”

The way she framed it made it seem like an obvious choice. And if the look in her husband’s eye was any indication, then the choice was just as obvious for him.

“Well, if you really think it’ll help…” he said coyly.

“Shut up, kiss me, and let’s share another amazing experience!”

Colt laughed before gladly obliging her new desires. He fell back onto the bed, allowing his wife to effectively pin him on the spot. She then kissed him hard on the lips and he kissed back, his passion rising to meet hers in this special moment. Despite his larger stature and well-toned muscles – which he had personally molded for his current body, no less – he was completely at her mercy. And he loved it.

A brief make-out session followed. Lips meshed and tongues twirled, all while Kimi’s naked body pressed against his still-clothed form. Her skin still felt a bit raw, still settling after emerging from the chamber. But that only intensified the effect of every touch. And Colt was extra gentle in exploring her new flesh, showing a special tenderness that made her feel both aroused and loved.

Eventually, they made their way further up the undersized bed, which was not meant for two adult bodies. In the process, Colt kicked off his shoes and socks. At this point, his clothing became too much a burden.

“I just realized I’m very overdressed,” Colt said when their lips briefly parted.

“I was hoping you’d notice that,” Kimi tease.

“I might need some help…and a reminder of how long we’ll have this room to ourselves.”

“Just worry about getting undressed, love. If the cleaning drones give us crap, I’ll deal with it.”

That was all the assurance Colt needed. Still on his back, he began to undress.

While he removed his shirt and light jacket, Kimi took care of his pants. By the time he got them and his underwear down to his ankles, his penis was already half-erect. As soon as she saw it, she eagerly grasped it with both hands, giving it a rough stroke before offering a soft lick.

Like her skin, her tastebuds were still a bit sensitive. So, the taste of his flesh was extra intense. That motivated her to fellate him with her soft lips and stroke him with her hand, employing all the unique tricks and tactics that she knew drove him wild.

“Oh Kimi!” Colt moaned as he leaned back against the headboard. “Even with a fresh mouth…you’re still so good at sucking dick!”

She flashed him another seductive gaze, further locking him within her spell. He watched his expression twitch and tense to the sensations evoked by her oral sex. After some thorough sucking and stroking, he became fully erect. His penis, like much of his body, had been molded and enhanced to a be a certain size and shape. But unlike so many other men, there were no extra cybernetics to help get him hard or enhance its function.

They had tried that before, but they both agreed it made intimacy too mechanical. That was just fine for regular quality sex. But genuine lovemaking required more effort. And she and Colt had always embraced the added challenge.

“Every great experience…demands great effort,” Kimi mused in between sucking.

That was another common refrain from Great Grandma Tammy. Kimi wasn’t sure if she meant for it to apply to intimacy. But knowing her, she wouldn’t mind if it did.

True to that effort, she sucked harder and faster – trailing her tongue along the length of his shaft. Colt let out more moans of approval. At one point, he reached down and lightly ran his fingers through her hair. Colt knew how much she loved that. And even in a fresh body, it triggered a surge of arousal.

Reaching down between her legs, Kimi began fingering her folds. They were already moist with juices and hot with desire. As she felt around inside, she noticed certain spots were more sensitive than her previous body. That left her hungry for the true breadth of the experience that awaited.

“Mmm…it seems my new lady parts are working,” said Kimi with a purr. “Ready to test them out, my love?”

“As ready as any male body can be!” Colt affirmed.

Eager actions followed those eager words. Kimi, the taste of his cock still lingering in her mouth, sensually crawled atop her husband and mounted him. Like an alpha female finding the alpha male in nature, she embraced him and all the primal passions that came with it.

It didn’t matter that their bodies were synthetic. Various parts, including those involved in sex, had components that could not occur in nature. That didn’t make their love or desire any less palpable.

Once they were in position, Kimi took his hands in hers and aligned her pelvis with his. Then, as they interlocked their fingers, she maneuvered her lower body so that the tip of his hardened penis pressed against her outer folds. Initially, she just grazed her hot flesh over his member, building anticipation. Even in their impassioned state, the finer points of lovemaking could not be rushed.

As soon as the moment and the desires were just right, Kimi thrust her hips downward. A sharp flood of sensations followed. Hard masculine flesh penetrated soft womanly depths. Their flesh now intimately entwined, they began moving together in this special lover’s dance.

“Kimi…your new body…so tight,” Colt gasped.

“Ooh Colt!” Kimi cooed “I feel it too…so hot and raw!”

She squeezed his hands harder, holding them right between her breasts as she rode her husband in a succession of sensual movements. She didn’t do it as hard or fast as they usually did when they made love. Her body was still new. Technically, she was a virgin again. This was its first taste of significant exertion. And heated lovemaking with her husband was quite a test.

But already, this new body had passed that test with flying colors.

“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes! Ohhh Colt!” Kimi squealed with joyous delight.

She wasn’t usually so vocal during sex. The sensitivity of her new body was certainly part of that. But there was something special about this act.

In remembering Great Grandma Tammy’s perspective, Kimi recounted the feelings beyond those afforded by a new body. Those feelings were just a component of a larger experience. Over the years, she’d had many within various bodies – some she’d shared with Colt and others she’d experienced herself. To just focus on the raw sensations was to mix the true breadth of the experience.

And experiences like this – having sex with her husband, sharing both her body and her love for him – they were uniquely special. And they were worth cherishing to the utmost.

“Feel this with me, Colt…feel it,” she panted.

Her husband responded with a masculine grunt, followed by a flurry of impassioned gestures. He rose from the bed, captured her lips with his, and lovingly smothered her naked body with his powerful hands.

All the while, Kimi kept rocking her hips and working her womanhood along the length of his member. The raw, fleshy feeling of their sex mixed with the tender loving gestures that she and Colt had come to cherish. He knew just how to kiss her while they were making love, biting her lower lip and twirling his tongue with hers. He also knew how to use those powerful hands of his, grasping her by the thigh and supplementing every motion with his upper body strength.

The way he touched her, along with the way their naked bodies grinded together so seamlessly, unleashed waves of blissful sensations. Even in such a cold, sterile room, an intimate ambiance surrounded them. And with it, they guided one another towards an orgasmic peak.

“Colt! I…I’m getting close! I’m getting…so close!” Kimi panted, feeling the orgasmic rush coming strong.

“Yeah…I’m ready too, babe. I’m so…so ready!” Colt said, his grunts getting deeper with every movement.

Together, they made the final push to ecstasy. Armed with a fresh body, Kimi pushed harder. She grasped his upper arms, raking her nails over his flesh, and added extra force into each gyration. At the same time, Colt shifted his hands to her buttocks, squeezing it hard and gritting his teeth as he sought his own release.

Finally, it hit. Kimi felt her body cross that special threshold. There was no more need for pushing or exertion. She just had to hold on, embrace her lover, and descend into a world of intimate bliss.

“Oohhh Colt!”

“Kimi!”

Her descent was beautiful. Like a reaching the summit of a tall mountain or crossing the finish line after a long race, there was nothing left for her to do besides absorb the glory.

It started with a burning ball of heat within her core. Then, it spread out in all directions, rippling along every bit of skin and radiating in all directions. The muscles in her lower body tensed, her vagina contracting hard around her husband’s flesh. And within the loving grasp of her husband’s arms, she shuddered under the waves of such pleasure.

“This is it. These are the experiences that matter most,” she mused through the ecstasy.

As Kimi processed the orgasmic rush, Colt climaxed as well. He made that distinct expression she’d come to know and cherish – his facial muscles tensing just as his grip on her butt intensified. Then, she felt it inside her depths.

Her husband’s penis throbbed inside her, his thick shaft tensing before releasing a sizable load of seminal fluid into her womb. Her still throbbing vagina hungrily sucked it up, his fluids mixing with hers in an intimate concoction within her. She could feel the intensity of his release, the contracting muscles in his lower body and the extra heat radiating from his flesh. That heat, mixed with hers, melded together like their flesh. And even in a new body, the love and the euphoria manifested before them.

“I love you, Colt,” Kimi said, caressing her husband’s face as he soaked in the feeling.

“I love you too, Kimi,” he said, placing his hand over hers. “In this body or any other…I love you. And I’m grateful we have these experiences to share.”

“As well as the fresh bodies to really enjoy them!”

“That too.”

Still breathing heavily, they shared a beaming smile before coming together in another kiss. Still upright, naked, and locked in a deep embrace, Kimi further cherished the experience they’d just shared. It was hopefully the first of many they would have in this new body.

And once they caught their breath, they fell back onto the bed. Now lying side-by-side, their tender gestures became more heated once more. And it wasn’t long before they were aroused and eager for more lovemaking.

“Up for a few more experiences before they kick us out of this room?” Colt offered with a playful grin. “Remember, I did recently upgrade my penis. I know it’s good for at least six more rounds!”

“At least?” Kimi said. “You know, Great Grandma Tammy said the men of her day could barely manage one. They had no way of getting around refractory periods.”

“That sounds horrible. It also doesn’t answer my question.”

“Then yes! Definitely!” Kimi said, now beaming with new energy. “I only mention that because this new body is supposed to have some extra-efficient genitals. I’d like to test them out!”