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The following is a sexy short story about a couple sharing a little intimacy with help from a strict, but fair dominatrix at a BDSM club. Enjoy!

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“You’re in my domain now, mutts! What I say from here on out is law! Do you understand?”

The harsh, authoritative voice of Mistress Vinetra boomed throughout the chamber. It hit with such force and intensity that Olivia “Lily” Bristow shook, as though she’d been struck by a rod. Her husband, Byron Bristow, reacted with an even greater shudder. And he was a former marine who stood nearly a foot taller than their scantily dressed Mistress.

But even though she was so harsh and demanding – glaring at them the way a warden would look at a couple of prisoners – they stook meek and obedient in her presence. With their head hung low, they addressed her with the utmost submission.

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra. We understand,” Lily and Byron said simultaneously.

The woman before them just sneered and cracked her knuckles.

“What was that? Did you just cough or whimper? Because I didn’t hear shit!” she barked. “Either tell me you understand! Or face my wrath!”

In her hands, she gripped a leather studded whip. Then, in a demonstration of rare skill, she cracked it with a flick of her wrist. The tip came so close to Lily’s face that she felt the air brush by her cheek. Mistress Vinetra did the same to Byron. And it had the desired effect.

“Yes! We understand! We understand!” Lily said, sounding on the brink of tears.

“Please, Mistress…forgive us,” said Byron, his lips quivering. “We acknowledge your authority. We trust in your word.”

“Then, say it louder!” she barked. “Tell me who your mistress is!”

“You are!” the two of them yelled.

“Louder!”

“YOU ARE!” they said, practically screaming it at that point.

The walls trembled and their ears rung. This particular chamber wasn’t the most spacious place to carry out the task before them. But that was somewhat necessary for a bondage dungeon. It couldn’t be too luxurious. Lily and Byron learned long ago that certain places needed to be uncomfortable in order to set the right mood – relatively speaking.

This particular bondage dungeon was known for going the extra mile. It was an invite-only club that catered exclusively to those seeking a fully immersive BDSM experience. The people who ran it weren’t just ordinary enthusiasts. They were professionals, on par with licensed therapists. Whether they worked in bondage, submission, fetishism, or role playing, the patrons of this dungeon could rest assure that they only dealt with the best of the best from the BDSM world.

Standing side-by-side, they exchanged glances as Mistress gripped her whip and paced before them.

This middle-aged woman carried herself as someone who ate, slept, and breathed BDSM. Her attire consisted entirely of high-quality black leather, all of which had been custom fitted to high her toned, athletic body like a second skin. It included thigh-high stiletto boots, matching black gloves that ran halfway up her arm, a black corset that had a cutout for her large breasts, and crotchless panties that displayed her vagina, even in poor lighting.

But the most distinguishing feature of Mistress Vinetra’s attire was her mask, which covered her head and half her face. She’d boasted before that she made it herself, customizing it for her head and embroidering it with a unique array of symbols. It was her most distinguishing piece and she wore it like a crown. And within this chamber that she had set up, she was queen.

“I know why you’re here again,” she said, still pacing and grasping the whip. “You need another lesson in Mistress Vinetra’s discipline. Tell me I’m right!”

“Yes! You are right, Mistress,” Byron said quickly.

“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised. You mutts are so pathetic and inept. You can’t handle yourselves. You need my forceful hand to guide you. Tell me I’m right!”

“You’re right, Mistress!” Lily said, just as quickly.

The domineering woman just shook her head and sneered. She then turned towards Lily and pointe the tip of her whip at her face, aiming it right between her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m a merciful mistress,” she told them, her voice both menacing and oddly lurid. “You come into my domain. You pay handsomely to lock yourself in this chamber. I can and will guide you. But you must exercise complete obedience. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” said Lily and Byron like loyal soldiers.

“Louder!” she barked.

“YES, MISTRESS VINETRA!” they shouted.

Responding so loudly and obediently took Lily back to boarding school. Obeying authority and following rules had been a constant in her life since she was a child. She’d grown up in a strict religious household. Her father was an accomplished businessman and her mother was principle at a prestigious private school. They’d made it clear to her and her four siblings at a young age. There were a lengthy list of rules that they were expected to follow. Breaking or undermining those rules usually resulted in immediate and strict punishments.

Her husband’s upbringing was very similar. His parents both came from military backgrounds. His father was an accomplished officer in the navy and his mother ran a successful veterans charity. Like her parents, they sent Byron to military school so that he could understand and appreciate the value of discipline. It made him a very stern, regimented person by nature. It ultimately served him well during his time in the marines.

Throughout their respective lives, she and Byron exercised great discipline. Even when they started dating, having met during a military parade, they followed a strict regimen. They would even go so far as to time their dates by the hour. And when they got married, they demanded the ceremony start exactly at noon, much to the chagrin of their less disciplined relatives.

While that discipline had served them well for much of their lives, they quickly learned it had been a hindrance on their sex life. They realized during their honeymoon that intimacy, even among married couples, didn’t have as many strict rules. It led to many failed efforts and awkward nights. For a time, she and Byron had been at a loss.

Then, they discovered the lurid world of BDSM. And shortly afterwards, they met Mistress Vinetra.

“Glad we understand each other,” the leather-clad woman said coldly. “Now, let the guidance begin. Take off your clothes!”

Lily and Byron couldn’t comply fast enough. They both stripped down with an urgency that wasn’t the least bit sensual. But in shedding their clothes before this woman and within this domain, something already awoke within them.

They usually did a good job at hiding it, but not tonight. Lily could sense the intensity in her husband’s breathing as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, undid his pants, and took them off along with his underwear. Being told what to do in such a clear, direct manner often got him energized – nut unlike his days at boot camp. But this time, that energy had a sexual component.

“All of it!” Mistress Vinetra barked. “Take it all off!”

They stripped faster. And when she slapped the whip in her hand, it got Lily going too – reminding her of the nuns and priests who ran her old boarding school. She was already down to her bra and panties, breathing heavily like her husband every step of the way. Upon removing her bra and slipping out of her panties, she felt that same energy. And it had an effect on her.

“Damn. I’m already getting wet,” Lily said under her breath.

“What was that?” the imposing woman yelled.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, Mistress!” she said meekly before stepping out of her panties.

Now fully naked, alongside her husband, she stood at attention before Mistress Vinetra. Instinctively, she used her hands to cover parts of her nakedness. It was a standard reflex for a woman who’d grown up in such a strict, conservative home.

But Mistress Vinetra was having none of that. She used the whip to slap her arms from afar, forcing her to keep her hands by her sides.

“Hey! Don’t you dare cover up!” she said sternly. “Your tits, your pussy, and everything in between should be completely exposed.”

She then turned the whip towards Byron, who was equally inclined to cover his exposed genitals. But he quickly refrained.

“The same goes for your dick and balls!” she said to him. “Be ashamed of your bodies on your own time. In my chamber, you get naked and you don’t hide it! Those are my rules. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” they both shouted in response.

At this point, she and Byron were more focused. Within this woman’s chamber, everything was so ordered and strict. But some of her rules clashed directly with other rules she had followed all her life. Modesty had always been a big deal in her family. Lily used to be so self-conscious that she wouldn’t even undress in front of other girls at school during gym class. Even after their wedding, just getting undressed in front of her husband had been challenging.

Now, here she was, bare-ass naked in a BDSM dungeon with a husband who was so reserved he avoided women in bikinis. But instead of shame and self-consciousness, she felt something else. She felt aroused – energized by the notion that this chamber operated under different set of rules, but rules that were still very strict.

“You feel it already, don’t you?” the leather-clad woman said, pointing the tip of her whip at their genitals. “The power of my authority – it’s making you hot and horny like pigs in heat.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then her mistress pointed the whip towards her mouth to silence her. Byron bit his lip too and kept standing at attention. But that was no longer the only thing at attention.

“Your dick is getting hard. Your pussy is getting wet,” the imposing woman said, putting her whip at their lower bodies. “You don’t just demand my authority. You crave it!”

She and Byron remained silent, standing still like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. They kept breathing heavily, their hearts racing as they faced Mistress Vinetra’s imposing glare. The energy and tension of the room escalated as she began pacing before them, casually slapping her whip into her hand. More and more, it became sexually charged. It was as though their bodies didn’t know the difference between sexual arousal and harsh discipline.

Those blurred lines were the key to the experience they sought. She and Byron learned early in their exploration of BDSM that many kinds emerged when the lines between ordinary arousal and sexual arousal became obscure. Finding and focusing on those lines had been a challenge. But Mistress Vinetra helped them in that journey. For that reason, among many others, she had their trust, as well as their total obedience.

“There are so many ways I could use that to humiliate you,” Mistress Vinetra said. “I could degrade and hurt you in ways you can’t imagine. And in my chamber, there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”

That was meant to scare them. She even moved in closer, so much so that Lily could smell her overpriced perfume and imported black lipstick. Most rational people would’ve been terrified or put off, at the very least.

Instead, it just made her and Byron even hornier. Byron was already semi-erect. Lily still didn’t know if that was because of or in spite of his lifetime of sexual reservations.

“But lucky for you dirty mutts, I’m understanding as well as merciful,” Mistress Vinetra said in a more measured tone. “And in order to properly guide you, I’ll need the right tools.”

A lascivious grin crept across her face, evoking even more excitement between her and Byron. Still gripping her whip, the leather-clad woman slipped off to the side towards a large black cabinet stood against the wall. It resembled an old dresser, common to master bedrooms. When she opened the double doors, they heard her rummage through what sounded like an old toolbox. But they couldn’t see what she was getting.

“Eyes forward! Don’t you dare peak!” she barked from behind the doors.

Their heads snapped back into their previous position, their arms tensing as they continued standing like soldiers, still fully nude and awaiting orders. Mistress Vinetra kept sifting through her tools. The sound of metal and plastic objects clanking together filled the chamber. For all they knew, she was doing it on purpose. This was just her way of building the tension even more.

Even if it was, Lily and Byron didn’t dare question her. They just waited patiently until she emerged from behind the cabinet with a small bag of objects in hand. Lily was tempted to peak over to see what they were, but resisted that temptation in the name of respecting her Mistress’ rules.

“You! Bitch in heat!” Mistress Vinetra said, directing her voice towards Lily. “Present your hands and wrists to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily said quickly.

That obedient response earned her a quick swat on her buttocks by the whip.

“I don’t remember telling you to talk!” she spat. “That was a warning. Consider it the last warning I give!”

Lily’s lips quivered, but she remained silent. The part of her butt where the whip struck really stung. Mistress Vinetra had surprising strength for a woman of her stature. But that sting didn’t just dissuade her from saying anything else. It added to her arousal.

She could already feel it between her legs, the folds of her womanhood becoming wet and engorged. Given her conservative upbringing, this kind of arousal was so taboo and forbidden. Good, upstanding woman weren’t supposed to get this horny, even around their husbands. It was so wrong by every standard she had ever learned, but it felt so right on a much deeper level.

Even as she tried and failed to hide her arousal, Lily did as her mistress asked. She placed her wrists together and presented them to her mistress, as if she were being arrested. Almost immediately, she felt the older woman grab her wrists and secure them with handcuffs. They were not the cheap, toy variety either. These were real. They were meant to retrain those who didn’t want to be restrained.

“You are bound in my lair, bitch,” Mistress Vinetra said right to her face, employing a deeply lurid voice. “Now, come with me. Make your way to the Submission Rack. Say you’ll follow me!”

“I will follow you, Mistress,” Lily said without hesitation.

Her voice was meek, but a touch of excitement had entered her tone. It even showed as Mistress Vinetra pulled hard on her wrists to guide her into the chamber, drawing her towards the special setup in the back of the room. Usually, that was where beds were placed, often with special attachments for BDSM tool. But this time, their mistress had ditched the bed entirely and opted for a modified table.

It looked like a standard massage table, not unlike those found in massage parlors. But this one had some modifications made to it, most likely by Mistress Vinetra herself. There were special straps around the legs and a few extra latches along the side. It looked like a piece of furniture that had been specifically designed for BDSM. It was a testament to their mistress’ expertise.

“Bend over!” Mistress Vinetra demanded the moment they arrived.

This time, she didn’t wait for her to comply. The older woman shoved her against the table and pushed her down, her breasts and torso now pressing against the cold black leather of the rack. It caused immediate discomfort, especially with her nipples. But Lily didn’t dare protest.

While she processed this new discomfort, Mistress Vinetra worked quickly. She grabbed Lily’s bound wrists and pulled them towards a special latch that had been installed on the side of the table. That latch included a small, but sturdy chain lock. Upon opening it, she interlocked it with the center of Lily’s cuffs. It left her effectively bound to the table – totally prone, completely naked, and with no means of escape.

“Now, you’re completely at my mercy,” Mistress Vinetra said, leering over her with a perverse sneer. “First, I secured your obedience. Now, I have your body. And I can do anything I want to it!”

To further belabor her point, she took her whip and swatted Lily’s butt again. She managed to hit the same area she’d struck earlier, which already had already turned slightly red. Lily let out a sharp wince, unable to shut out the pain completely.

“Ungh! That…really stings,” she groaned.

“Silence!” the older woman spat.

More harsh swats followed. The sound of hard leather smacking exposed skin filled the chamber. Lily winced and groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. But at one point, her groans shifted into something other than pain.

It was happening again. That line between pain and pleasure was starting to blur. She’d learned how to walk that line since she and Byron began exploring BDSM. In time, she thought she knew how to navigate it. But Mistress Vinetra had a talent for blurring it even more. She must have uncovered something new because Lily didn’t remember getting this horny last time. Even her mistress noticed.

“Still so wet, like an animal in heat,” Mistress Vinetra noted, her gaze turning towards her groin. “Pathetic, but predictable.”

She taunted her even more, grazing the tip of her whip over the outer flesh of her vulva. That triggered an unexpected twinge of pleasure to counter the lingering sting from her ass. It sent her deeper into this state of intense desire. She couldn’t see her husband from her prone position, but she could feel his hungry eyes on him.

Were Mistress Vinetra not in total control, he would’ve pounced on her like an animal as well. But, being the good soldier he was, he just stood back and watched their mistress work. While Lily entered this new state, their mistress retrieved another tool from her arsenal. It was a mid-sized ball gag. And she didn’t even wait for Lily to react. She just grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her up, and shoved the ball gag in it before securing it.

“Mmf!” was all she got out.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said. “I was going to let you use your mouth. But you insisted on disobeying. And in my chamber, there are consequences for disobedience.”

The older woman roughly shoved Lily’s her head aside. It was a harsh gesture, but it got the point across. She wasn’t just supposed to obey. She was supposed to feel the consequences for disobeying.

That simple, stern dynamic had guided her life since childhood. Lily had followed it and respected it, more so than most. It never took on a sexual component. But once those lines got blurred, it took her body and her mind into uncharted territory. She went from embracing this kind of discipline to craving it.

With her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged, and her naked body completely prone, Lily had been thoroughly disciplined by Mistress Vinetra. The older woman proceeded to tease parts of her back and buttocks with the tip of her whip, admiring her handiwork as she made her way around the table.

Finally, she turned her attention back to Byron, who was still standing at attention like a soldier. He’d just watched another woman in a bondage costume bind, gag, and humiliate his wife. And, for reasons that only he and Lily understood, it left him very aroused.

“I see there are other consequences in play,” Mistress Vinetra said with a smirk. “Did watching me bind your wife make your dick hard? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mistress. It did,” Byron said, responding as though he were talking to his old marine drill sergeant.

“Does it make you want to fuck her?” she asked, now pointing the tip of the whip at his hardened penis. “Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It does,” he said, this time louder than before.

Mistress Vinetra moved in closer, casting Byron a lurid leer. She got in so close that he could smell her perfume. From there, she reached down with her gloved hand and grasped his penis. He winced at her firm grip. She then squeezed it while trailing the tip of the whip over the sinews of his upper body. Even from across the room, Lily could hear her husband let out a sexually charged gasp.

He was too disciplined to admit it, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But a lifetime of rules, regiments, and restraint kept him from just unleashing his desires upon her. A man like Byron needed a push. And Mistress Vinetra would do more than just push.

“Then, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “First, you’ll your hands behind your back. Then, I’m going to cuff you, just like I did your wife. Tell me you understand!”

“I understand,” Byron said obediently.

He then did as she asked, dutifully placing his hands behind his back like a prisoner waiting for his shackles. Mistress Vinetra only offered him the slightest look of approval before slipping behind him, retrieving another pair of cuffs, and securing his wrists. Even though he was younger, taller, and fitter, he was completely at her mercy. Something about that got them both more excited.

“Second, you’re going to walk up to your bound and gagged wife,” Mistress Vinetra continued, “and you’re going to fuck her. You’re going to fuck her hard and raw. And if you don’t fuck her with the vigor I demand, you will be punished. Is that clear? Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It’s clear…very clear,” Byron said, his voice brimming with anticipation.

“Very good,” she said. “There is a third act. But I’ll reveal that at a later time of my choosing. For now, get moving!”

To further belabor her point, she used her whip to swat Byron’s butt. Lily could tell from the sound it made that she struck him a lot harder than she had her. It wasn’t just that Byron was a trained marine used to pain and discomfort. He was just the kind of man who got more motivated when extra force was applied.

The trained soldier moved quickly, scurrying across the room with his hand still bound behind his back. Mistress Vinetra followed him closely, still using the whip to swat his butt and lower back. That kept the motivating going.

“Faster!” the older woman barked. “Get over there, your horny dog! You’ve got a bitch in heat who needs your cock!”

Byron didn’t say a word. He just winced and grunted as he rushed over to his bound wife, his hardened penis tensing and bouncing as he approached.

By the time he arrived, he was already short of breath. But it wasn’t due to the simple exertion of being rushed by a woman with a whip. Lily could hear him seething with lust as he stood over her naked body, her round buttocks presented before her as she lay bound and gagged. Despite her state, her arousal hadn’t waned. She was still very wet and aroused. She even wiggled her hips a bit, as if to urge him to enter her.

“Mmf!” Lily moaned through the gag, her lust showing in her tone.

“Silence!” Mistress Vinetra shouted, swatting her back with her whip. “Save your whimpering moans for the ravaging that awaits you!”

The sting of the whip and her burning arousal further blurred the intimate lines. Lily looked back briefly, seeing her husband gaze at her with such intensity and desire. The mask of discipline had finally slipped. He was finally revealing how much he wanted her. It sent Lily deeper into a sexual state. She really felt like a dog in heat, just like her Mistress described.

“Plant your feet. Angle your hips!” Mistress Vinetra demanded. “Put that cock of yours right up against her juicy cunt!”

Byron did as he was told, as he always did. Even someone of his fit stature trembled under her harsh orders. Lily could feel it as the tip rubbed up against her wet folds. The tension and energy of the chamber was overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that every sense became heightened. She had never wanted a simple physical act so much before.

But neither she nor Byron dared act without Mistress Vientra’s orders. What happened next was completely at the whim of their Mistress. She seemed to delight in their inability to act without her, even at their most aroused. But despite their total submission to her whim, she didn’t torment them with anticipation.

“Now, fuck! Fuck like the runts you are!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed.

She delivered one final swat of her whip on Byron’s buttocks. It was, by far, the hardest and loudest yet. Like a reflex, he thrust his hips forward. In doing so, he entered Lily’s vagina with his cock. Hard, rigid flesh penetrated soft, moist depths. A sharp surge of sensations flowed through them, the hot feeling of sexual entwinement consuming them both.

That powerful feeling removed all remaining limits. From there, all the discipline and restraint that Byron had exercised for years vanished. Like a animal finally released from its cage, he began fucking her. It was not the tender, gentle lovemaking they’d attempted on their honeymoon. It was fucking, plain and simple. And all Lily could do was brace herself as her husband unleashed the full extent of his desires.

“Lily…” he gasped, his voice weak with lust.

“Silence!” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Less talking. More fucking!”

She swatted his ass several times with her whip, which got Byron humping harder and faster. He grit his teeth and seethed with greater exertion, thrusting his hips back and forth at a vigorous pace. Heavy grunts and groans followed. Lily’s naked body rocked in accord with every thrust, her skin grinding hard against the leather of the table. Due to the shackles and the gag, there wasn’t much she could say or do. She just took it, her body absorbing all this hot sex.

And it felt good.

It felt really, really good.

The idea of sex feeling so good was hardly radical. But it had been so taboo for her entire life. Neither she nor Byron knew how to make it feel this good, even after they got married. There was nobody to give orders, set rules, or explain the process. But in the end, they didn’t need advice. They needed a harsh, capable expert in BDSM to bark orders.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s how you do it!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed. “That’s how obedient mutts fuck!”

Standing right by the table, she watched intently as Byron fucked Lily with great tenacity. She occasionally swatted his butt with the whip, ensuring he maintained that vigorous pace. She also slipped the tip just under the table and rubbed it against Lily’s crotch. Somehow, she managed to rub it right up against her swollen clitoris – a remarkable feat, given how Lily hadn’t been educated much on that part of female anatomy.

“Mmm!” Lily moaned, the effect of the pleasure echoing through her gag.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Has nobody ever rubbed your clit before?” her mistress laughed.

She said that knowing full-well that Lily had gone to a religious school. The quality of their sex education was questionable at best. And their understanding of what made for great sex was non-existent, especially for women. They’d given Lily the impression that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex. Mistress Vinetra had long since allayed her of that opinion.

Lily dared to enjoy every savory moment of this decadent act. With each movement, Byron’s pelvis smacked against her buttocks. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the chamber with litany lewd noises. Those same noises seemed to drive Byron to not hold back – to fully embrace, with her, their primal want for sex. It was so visceral that Lily could hear her husband’s flesh sloshing inside her.

To a girl raised in such a strict, religious upbringing, it was obscene.

But to that same girl, who had awakened her sexual side in unexpected ways, it was nothing short of exhilarating.

To a girl raised in that environment, it took her to new sexual heights. And between the heavy humping of her powerful husband and the skilled teasing of her clit by Mistress Vinetra, Lily soon found herself on the cusp of orgasm. The look on her face – eyes dazed, expression tensing, and a bit of drool dripping down her lip – made it very obvious.

“Ha! You’re about to come. Aren’t you, bitch?” Mistress Vinetra taunted.

“Mmf!” she answered, the tone doing plenty to get the message across.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A mutt like you – pretending to be so pure and innocent – you’re always the horniest bitches!”

She pressed the tip of her whip against her crotch even harder, adding enough pressure to push Lily past the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. She was going to climax.

“Very well,” Mistress Vinetra sighed, as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. “Go ahead. Come! Come like the horny bitch you are!”

Lily, having the blessing of her mistress along with her husband’s relentless ravaging, clenched her fists and braced for the approaching orgasmic rush. Her body trembled in its bound state, arching back and tugging at her restraints. Her movements were so intense that Byron had to slow his movements, almost losing his balance as she writhed before him.

Then, she felt it. Her hips bucked, her vaginal muscles contracted, and her expression twitched erratically. A long, hot rush of pleasure washed over her, consuming her from the inside out with ecstasy.

“Mmmmmmm!”

Mistress Vinetra just laughed while Byron steadied his hips, watching as his wife achieved climax. It must have been quite a sight because Lily could feel his gaze on her. She learned early on in their sex life that she was very animated when she had an orgasm. Mistress Vinetra once joked it was a product of having denied herself such pleasure for most of her life. But in the heat of such a moment, it was no laughing matter.

“Now, that is the look of a sex crazed slut,” Mistress Vinetra laughed, pointing her whip right at her face.

Lily barely heard those words. That didn’t make them any less true. She probably looked like a full-blown nymphomaniac, dazed by the basic pleasures of such a basic act. She could even feel Byron gaze on her, astonished that a woman who was so modest most of the time could be so sexual. He would never say it out loud, but that drove him wild with a special kind of passion.

He’d slowed his thrusts to a steady grind, just enjoying the hot throbbing sensation around his cock while she climaxed. Mistress Vinetra kept laughing, using her whip to push her head up by her chin so that she could not hide her expression. As the orgasmic rush neared its completion, the leather clad woman leaned in so that her face was all Lily saw.

“You see? That’s what you get for following the rules,” she said sternly. “Submit to me and achieve the utmost pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Mmhmm,” Lily managed to say through her gag.

“Good, you horny bitch. But don’t think you’re done for a second,” she said, grabbing her chin with her gloved hand. “You got yours. Now, your horny hubby is going to get his…even if it means treating you like his own personal fuck toy.”

Lily was still in a post-orgasm daze, her brain unable to process the extent of her words. Mistress Vinetra didn’t wait for her to catch up. She was already exercising her authority, slipping around to the other end of the table. Byron could only watch on, his desire for sex still going strong.

Their mistress worked quickly. She undid the shackles that kept Lily’s cuffed wrists bound to the table. That finally allowed her some extra movement. But it didn’t last long. Her wrists stayed bound and Mistress Vinetra didn’t give her time to change that.

“Turn over!” she demanded. “On your back! Hands above your head!”

Lily complied as though it were a reflex. In her daze, her body seemed to move with little forethought. But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even try to remove the ball gag from her mouth.

Before she knew it, Lily was lying flat on her back atop the table. She could now see Byron standing over her, still breathing heavily with a fully erect dick. She then felt Mistress Vinetra pull her wrists back so that they were over her head. From there, she secured them to the side of the table with another strategically placed shackle.

It once again left her bound and prone, completely at the mercy of both her husband and her mistress. She had no further say from here on out. She was just a woman in full submission, ready to fulfill her role in this intimate act.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said upon securing her wrists. “Now, you’re going to lay there, spread your legs, and watch your husband fuck you. And he’s going to keep fucking you until he comes. Is that clear, Mr. Hubby?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear,” said Byron.

“And she’s gonna take it! She’s gonna take it all!”

She said that last part right into her ear, as if to allay any doubts as to how this would play out. Lily, still reeling from her orgasm, had none to begin with. Without offering a muffled moan in acknowledgement, she just spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her way of telling her husband that she understood.

She was giving herself to him.

She was giving herself over to this feeling and this role.

He’d done his part. Now, she was doing hers.

“What are you waiting for?” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Do it! Fuck her!”

Byron answered only with a deep, masculine grunt. He then locked eyes with her, maneuvered himself between her legs, and guided his penis back into her dripping wet vagina. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest. That still didn’t stop Mistress Vinetra swatting his torso with her whip. Even a good soldier needed prodding.

“That’s it! Now, start humping!” she told him. “Work that cock! Get it in nice and deep!”

Byron answered with another grunt, his gaze intensifying even more. It was enough to make Lily hot with passion all over again. It led her to spread her legs wider, bend her knees back, and offer him plenty of room to work with.

Once he entered her, he resumed their heated sex. Back and forth, Byron worked his hips with greater urgency. At this point, he wasn’t just obeying his Mistress. He longed for a release of his own. Lily could see it in his face – the subtle strain that revealed the desperate desire. Sweat had formed on his brow and his member throbbed harder with each successive thrust.

“Harder! Faster!” Mistress Vinetra demanded, swatting his butt with the whip. “I know you wanna come. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…I do,” Byron grunted.

“Say it again! I can’t hear you!”

“I said yes! I do!”

“Say to your wife! Tell her what you want to do to her!”

“I want to fuck you! I want to come! I want it…so much!”

His words were so blunt and vulgar. These were never words he dared utter outside this room. Even during their honeymoon, they never spoke in such profane ways. Even when the desire was present, the guidance was not. Just telling one another what they wanted sexually just never came easy.

But Mistress Vinetra made it easy.

She made it clear and blunt, even if it often meant being profane and vulgar.

Crude language aside, it got the point across. And it quickly got Byron to the brink of orgasm. Harder and faster, he humped her with greater urgency. Lily even encouraged him with her eyes, telling him with her dazed glance that she wanted this. She wanted him to share in the same pleasure that she’d just experienced.

Finally, Byron reached that special summit. He crossed that point of no return.

“I’m…coming!” he exclaimed.

“Yes! Do it! Empty your balls! Fill her with your cum!” Mistress Vinetra seethed.

What unfolded next was almost as theatrical as the display Lily had put on earlier. Byron, his feet planted firmly on the floor, bent his knees and leaned over for extra leverage. From there, he delivered a few more targeted thrusts before pushing his member into her deepest depths before the feeling washed over him.

When it hit, he let out a long, masculine moan that echoed throughout the chamber. Lily had come to love that sound. Along with that moan came that hot, intimate feeling inside her as he released his pent-up load of sexual fluids. It was an incredible feeling, his juices mixing with hers inside her depths. And as he leaned over more, his imposing body trembled at the waves of pleasure that followed.

“Such a strong, obedient stud,” Mistress Vinetra commented. “That’s how you really fuck!”

A smug, but satisfied grin formed on the older woman’s face. But neither Lily nor Byron noticed it. For once, their mistress’ attention was not their concern.

 Through his blissful rush, Byron never diverted his gaze from her. And Lily never diverted her gaze from him. Even in this lurid situation – this chamber within a BDSM dungeon that they had willingly entered – their love found a way to entwine with their lust.

It was something they only ever achieved in places like this, a complete submission to this powerful feeling. A lifetime of obedience, modesty, and repression had left them so ill-equipped to navigate sex. But with the help of Mistress Vinetra, they didn’t just embrace the greater pleasures of this act. Their love, as well as their fondness for rules and order, became stronger.

“Well done, you horny mutts. You entered my domain. You followed my rules. And you achieved what we sought,” their mistress said sternly as she set aside her whip and went around to undo their cuffs. “Just remember that submission isn’t just about rules. It’s about dedication. You’re both clearly dedicated to following the right rules. Stick your mistress and you’ll be the most loving, dedicated, sex-crazed mutts you strive to be.”

The following is a sexy short story about two people celebrating their love, just because. Enjoy!

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He came home that night from a long day at work, not expecting much. It had been just another ordinary day for Jay Grissom. He’d woken up early, gone for a short jog, made himself some coffee, and left the house for his office at the consulting firm he’d worked at for five years now. Jay had been so casual in his routine that he barely spoke to his wife of seven years, Sadie Sonya, when they met up in the kitchen.

She was still tired and groggy, wearing a robe and checking her work emails. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from work that day, either. Being a dental hygienist, Sadie’s routine was just as typical.

There were no major events scheduled for that week.

There were no major holidays coming soon.

There weren’t even any major milestones, be they birthdays, anniversaries, or historic dates.

But that only made what Jay saw when he got home all the more special.

“My God,” was all he could say.

“Just the reaction I was hoping for,” Sadie laughed.

It was something out right out of a steamy romance novel or a dirty movie. Sadie had closed the blinds, rearranged the furniture, and set up an inflatable air mattress just in front of the fireplace. On the coffee table and TV stand, she placed an elaborate array of electric candles. She’d also placed special red cloths over each lamp, bathing the entire living room in an erotic red hue.

But at the center of it all was Sadie herself. She’d once again raided the sexy draw in their dresser, breaking out the see-through lingerie and matching thong underwear she knew he loved. She’d also placed rose petals over the inflated bed with special bottles of exotic lotion nearby. It left little ambiguity as to what she intended for them this evening.

“I know it’s late. I know you’re tired, sore, and restless,” she said in the sweetest, sexiest tone he’d ever heard. “But I still want to do this.”

“Why? What’s the occasion?” Jay asked, still flabbergasted by the sight before him.

“No occasion. No reason. Just because,” Sadie answered.

A wide, beaming grin formed on his face. It was the perfect response that fully encapsulated why he’d fallen in love with this woman.

Sadie mirrored that grin as she rose from the inflatable mattress, approached him while sensually swaying her hips with every side, and welcomed him home with a deep, affectionate kiss. While Jay savored the taste of her sweet lips, she helped him out of his clothes. The overpriced suit he’d worn that day came off quickly. Sadie had gotten quite adept at undoing the buttons, belt, and tie his work required him to wear. Jay didn’t even mind that she was overly casual in tossing it aside into a pile on the floor, knowing fully that they would get wrinkled, dirty, and in need of a trip to the dry cleaners.

It was all worth it. Because it meant he could feel Sadie’s soft hands on his naked skin.

By the time she pulled down his boxers, they were already making their way back to the inflatable bed. Their kissing became more fervent – lips meshing harder as tongues hungrily twirled. By the time he laid her down, he’d removed her lingerie to reveal her ample breasts. Even though they had been clearly visible through the thin fabric, it still felt so good – feeling her fleshy mounds with both hands. It earned Jay a soft purr from his beautiful wife.

“Mmm…you’re not as tired as I thought,” Sadie said playfully.

“I thought I was too,” Jay said. “Not anymore!”

They laughed together as they embraced a more playful spirit. In short order, he and Sadie were making out atop the inflatable mattress like a couple of horny teenagers. As their kissing became messier and more heated, they let their hands roam freely – touching and caressing naked skin wherever they found it.

Jay knew his wife’s feminine contours so well, right down to that small part of her neck that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. And she knew his special spots too, including that little spot on his lower back that sent delightful shivers up from his core. It was targeted foreplay at its finest, stoking the passion they shared, as well as the growing desire to make love.

But Sadie had never been one to make elaborate plans without seeing them through. When it came to satiating such shared desire, she always went the extra mile.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Sadie whispered seductively.

Jay couldn’t oblige fast enough. What heathy, heterosexual male could? This was how Sadie further stoked their love and desire. And she was damn good at it.

As soon as he was on his stomach, she reached for the bottles of lotion. Upon opening one, the sweet scent of citrus and lilac filled the room. That was one of Jay’s favorite scents. The fact Sadie knew that was just another testament to her dedication as his wife and his lover.

Still playful, as well as seductive, she applied a sizable amount of lotion onto his back and shoulders. Some of it got onto the mattress, but there was little concern about messing it up. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d stained a mattress with the products of their sex lives. Once applied, she set the bottle aside and proceeded to give him soft, but thorough massage.

“You’re tense,” Sadie commented, “and not just because you’re horny.”

“It was…a long day,” Jay said in between content gasps.

“Any particular reason why?”

“None that matter right now,” he answered.

Sadie fell silent, but Jay could still feel her seductive grin on him. She became more focused and bold in her touching, paying special attention to the area between his shoulder blades and his lower back. It was so relaxing and soothing while also being undeniably sexy. Certain parts of his body relaxed while others tensed. It felt so good – so much so that a part of his brain urged him to just roll over, take Sadie in his arms, and make love to her on the spot.

But, as tempting as it seemed, Jay tempered those thoughts. Sadie was the kind of lover who enjoyed taking her time. It often tested a man’s restraint, but she always made sure to reward such patience.

“I had a long day too,” she said while rubbing his thighs with both hands. “It was a normal day, but it felt longer than usual. I was tempted to just fall asleep on the couch when I got home. But then I thought…why not do something needlessly sexy?”

“Just because?” Jay said, mirroring the same tone and verbiage from earlier.

“Just because,” she repeated.

They laughed playfully together. That encouraged Sadie even more. Still flat on his stomach, Sadie leaned over and began rubbing her breasts against his oiled up back. He could clearly feel her hardened nipples grazing over his sinews. That was as clear a sign as any that his wife was very horny. And even her restraint had limits.

“Roll over,” she whispered into his ear, her voice both seductive and urgent.

Jay did so eagerly. While he shifted his body, Sadie eagerly slipped off her panties. How or why they’d stayed on for so long was beyond him. But once they were off, she threw them across the room with little care of where they landed. Now as naked as him – her arousal matching him, as well – she mounted him in preparation for their sex.

No words were said.

None were necessary.

Sadie told him everything he needed to know with her eyes. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She loved him with as much passion he loved her. And she sought to turn that love into a real, tangible act that they could share together. Jay sought the same thing. It was merely a matter of letting their bodies follow their desire.

It all culminated in a perfect uniting of their flesh. Once aligned – her knees planted at his side and his pelvis angled with hers – it happened. A careful movement of her hips, combined with a light thrust of his, and he entered her. And from there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Sadie…” Jay gasped.

His beautiful wife just shot him another beaming smile, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them tight as she proceeded to ride him. Hot, sensual sensations followed, evoking a frenzied mix of gasps and grunts. The hot, tight feeling of her womanly flesh slithering smoothly over his manly length consumed them both. It felt so wonderfully intoxicating. And it was a feeling they savored together.

“Oh Jay!” Sadie moaned.

Squeezing his hands harder, the pace of their sex escalated. Heightened passions fueled greater exertion, their naked bodies rocking and undulating to the steady rhythm of their love. The air mattress under them got quite slippery, but it did little to temper their passion. If anything, the slippery surface helped them have more fun with this intimate act.

Joyous laughter soon mixed in with the typical gasps and grunts of sex. Jay eventually took a more active role, embracing her and pulling her into a deeper embrace as she rode him. She somehow managed to keep those skilled hips of hers bouncing, even as she kissed his lips and pawed his chest. Jay made sure to supplement each movement, thrusting upwards with his hips and using his arm strength to help guide every movement.

They soon struck a solid balance – making love with an intensity that didn’t exhaust their passion too quickly, nor did it unfold too slowly as to temper the desire. Once they found that balance, they began making love in various positions atop the air mattress. Jay got on top for a while, allowing Sadie to catch her breath for a bit. They also spooned while he poured some of the lotion on her, allowing their naked bodies to grind more intimately and sensually.

It was the kind of balance only a couple of experienced lovers could achieve – the kinds of lovers who didn’t need holidays, anniversaries, or birthdays to enjoy some overly elaborate lovemaking.

Jay and Sadie knew the breadth and limits of such passions. They also knew what it took to follow those passions to their inevitable peak. Getting Sadie to the brink took some effort. She once even joked that few lovers had been willing to put in such effort. But Jay was plenty willing. And after being married for seven years, it was practically a reflex.

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

“Me too…my darling,” Jay said through labored breaths.

She was on top of him again, riding him cowgirl while leaning over him with their eyes locked in an impassioned gaze. Jay kept a firm grip on her hips while she clung to his shoulders, bracing herself for the oncoming rush of ecstasy.

When it hit, Jay watched with delight as her face contorted into that distinct orgasmic expression. He then grinned widely and held her close as she tensed and contorted to the blissful release. Sadie was always so theatrical when she climaxed, her hips tensing and her back contorting in such a distinct way. She also let out these adorable squeals of joy that filled the room. And no matter how many times he heard it, Jay never got tired of that sound.

But even as his love enjoyed her orgasm, she kept moving and working her hips – eager to ensure he got to share in the ecstasy. It took extra effort and concentration on her part. But for him, she was always willing to go the extra mile for him. The end result was a uniquely satisfying climax with the woman he loved.

“Ohhh God!” Jay gasped when he felt it.

Closing his eyes, he felt his mind and body ascend to that special domain of bliss. Hot sensations of pleasure coursed through his body in conjunction with his sexual release. Their flesh still entwined, his juices mixed with hers in a wondrous manifestation of their love. And as Jay soaked in this feeling, Sadie interlocked her fingers with his and held his hands close to her chest.

In doing so, he could feel her rapidly beating heart. It was like a beacon of their love – a testament to the intimate effort they’d shared. When Jay opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful wife, he gave her hand a firm squeeze to further convey his love.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” Sadie said back said back.

He smiled at her and he smiled back. Their flesh parted and she laid on top of him. Now cuddled next to one another, they shared a soft kiss. It was still early in the evening and at some point, they were going to have to get cleaned up. But for now, Jay was content to just enjoy the afterglow with Sadie.

“You know…when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t expecting much out of this day.”

“Me neither,” she said. “We’ve had a lot of days like that lately.”

“But you just made it special…just because.”

“Well, when you love someone…that’s all the reason you need.”

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!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what might that be?” asked Patrick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Josie!” Patrick gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breathing grew ragged and labored.

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

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

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

It was working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time!” she said.

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

“Yes. Very successful!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You nervous?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that asshole lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, the elaborate protest Jane had planned could begin.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them bitches all night long!”

“Hump! Hump! Humpin’ hard!”

“Hump them with that big fat dong!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doggy style,” she found herself saying.

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

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

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

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

“Watch us…while we…come! Ohhhh fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me neither,” Jane told him.

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

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

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

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

“More so than expected,” said Jane.

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

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

Some were older, ranging from middle age to elderly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah!”

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

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Her latest update finished downloading.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Trent Tillerson definitely needed both companionship and comfort.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the feeling of a kind, caring companion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on,” she said softly. “Do it.”

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

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

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

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

“Trent…I feel it!” Alle gasped.

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

The flesh now entwined, their sex commenced.

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

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

Older models of sex robots merely mimicked the response.

Newer models like hers actually felt it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alle…I’m close,” Trent told her.

“As am I,” she said lovingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhh Alle!”

Oohhh Trent!”

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

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

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

It meant something to her.

It meant something to him.

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

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

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

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

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

Some robots were content to just be sexual companions.

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