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“Fun And Games” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about fun, games, and thrill sex. That’s a potent combination, if ever there was one. It’s not based on a true story or anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some especially adventurous lovers have tried something like this at some point. If you haven’t, then maybe this will inspire you. Enjoy!

For some people, marrying the love of their life and settling down meant the same thing. They’d had their fun. They’d gone on all their wild intimate adventures. Now, they needed to slow things down, build a life together, and settle for a more stable kind of intimacy.

For Jaylan Peppers and the love of his life, Helena Baylee-Peppers, that kind of mundane marriage just wasn’t going to work for them. He knew he’d bucked the trend when he asked Helena to marry him just a couple years after high school. His friends thought he was crazy, passing up his time a young 20-something bachelor. If they had known how he and Helena chose to approach their marriage, they’d have told him he should’ve proposed earlier.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Helena,” said Daisy Roth, her mother’s best friend and a woman of considerable influence. “This fundraiser is another success that puts others like it to shame.”

“You know me, Mrs. Roth. I like to raise the bar whenever I can,” Helena replied, sounding as professional as ever.

“Please, call me Daisy,” the older woman said. “You’ve more than earned that right. Keep raising the bar and you’ll be on my husband’s short list for the Christmas party this year!”

“I appreciate that, but he may have to get in line. Jefferson Omar is already trying to work me into his holiday plans and he’s not alone.”

“Then, he’d better brace himself because he knows I have deeper pockets and better connections!”

The two women laughed. Daisy then hugged Helena with an enthusiasm that Jaylan had come to expect. His wife had a profound effect on people. She was just that charismatic, but even her best clients only knew part of what made her amazing.

The same could be said for everyone else at the Merit Hall Fundraiser, by far the biggest social event of the summer. It was where the biggest companies in urban development met with planners from the state to rub elbows, make deals, and secure partnerships. Helena, being an event planner for her father’s entertainment company, had spent the past several years establishing herself as the woman they wanted to organize such events. Time and again, she delivered.

Jaylan did his part to help. He worked the human resources department at a prominent company that his best friend’s family had started. While Helena was the beautiful face and the visionary force behind every spectacle, he helped provide the logistics. It didn’t just help him grow in his career, although that was a nice bonus. It also gave him a front-row seat whenever the woman he loved worked her magic.

No matter what event she attended, Helena found a way to steal the show. On top of being drop-dead beautiful by almost every objective measure, she often wore stunning attire, which she got custom-made by her fashion-savvy sister. At an event where most of the women were in pantsuits and sheath dresses, Helena wore a low-cut skirt that perfectly hugged her hips and an embroidered blouse that prominently showed off her ample breasts. More than one man at the event expressed his appreciation.

It was so sexy, but not at all trashy. Helena always carried herself with an elegance that perfectly complemented her beauty. She was someone that a man wanted to kiss, respect, sleep with, and marry, albeit not necessarily in that order.

“Do you ever get tired of having people wrapped around your finger?” Jaylan asked her as he stood by her side, his arm casually draped around her waist.

“How can I get tired of it when it’s so useful?” she said, casting him a curt grin. “It makes my job so much easier. It also makes for great bonuses…such as a three-night, all-expenses-paid stay at Wilbert Rossdale’s luxury resort next weekend.”

“Trust me. I haven’t forgotten about that,” Jaylan said with a wide grin. “I’ve already packed my bags.”

“Well, don’t pack too much. That resort is known for being remote, private, and very accommodating to certain adult activities.”

Her voice quickly took on a deeper, more sensual undertone. She also leaned in closer, clinging to his arm and casting him that loving gaze that always made his heart skip a beat. On top of that, she’d left the top button of her blouse undone, exposing not-insignificant part of her cleavage. It made his heart beat even faster while also diverging the flow blood towards his lower body.

“You know, sometimes you’re almost too charismatic,” said Jaylan.

“Almost,” Helena quipped playfully.

“You work so hard to be this good at your job, but you work just as hard to have fun and enjoy the fruits of your labor. It’s nothing short of amazing!”

“Don’t give me too much credit, my love. None of this would be possible if you didn’t do your part as well. Even before we got together, you took my wild ideas and made them real.”

“They weren’t wild. Just challenging,” he pointed out.

“And your humility about it never fails to turn me on,” Helena said, her sexy undertone intensifying.

She was really testing his ability to maintain his poise during a crowded fundraiser. As Jaylan looked out over the crowd, smiling at the guests as they enjoyed the festivities she’d helped organize, he felt her hand slip into his back pocket. At first, it was just playful affection. Then, she gave his butt a firm squeeze and suddenly, everything got more serious.

He shifted briefly, trying to hide his reaction as a couple of prominent clients from the state walked by and showed their gratitude. He must have looked half-drunk from all the complementary champagne. However, the only intoxication he felt came courtesy of Helena’s unique approach to sexiness. The way she incorporated it into their love life ensured that even a professional environment couldn’t contain their passion.

“You’re not the first one to compliment my capabilities,” Helena said, still squeezing his butt.

“We’re still talking about your job, right?” Jaylan said with a half-grin.

“Since I was a kid, I always strived to be extra passionate about the things I do,” she went on. “Whether it’s planning big events or the karaoke contest I signed up for in middle school, I try to go the extra mile.”

“And it pays off. You won that contest, if I recall,” he noted.

“And big reason why is I had fun with it. Yes, it was hard work, but I found ways to really enjoy the process, every step of the way. It’s something my mother, rest her soul, taught me while watching my father toil at his company all these years. If you’re going to put effort into anything, then don’t just treat it like work. Make it a game! Dare to be daring!”

“Your mother was a wise woman,” said Jaylan.

“She also knew how to remind my dad that it’s okay to have fun,” Helena said, now whispering into her ear. “It’s even okay to be a little naughty, from time to time.”

There was nothing subtle about her words or the tone she used to say them. Even if she weren’t squeezing his butt repeatedly through his overpriced dress pants, Jaylan knew what she was trying to do. It once again reminded him of the kind of woman he married.

Helena worked hard at everything she did and looked great doing it every step of the way. However, one of her most endearing – and her kinkiest, for that matter – was how she squeezed in some fun along the way. She wasn’t just the kind of woman who would sneak in a kiss or two if their paths crossed during a planning session. Helena was the kind of woman who would take her lover by the arm, lead him into the nearest utility closet, and give him oral sex in the middle of a lunch break.

She enjoyed mixing work and play, which was part of how she commanded such dedication and loyalty from everyone around her. However, she loved mixing a little extra passion whenever she could. Helena did not believe that such moments should be reserved for vacations, getaways, or date nights. If she was going to express her love for someone, then she was going to do it on her terms.

Few men could handle that kind of passion. He was among the elite few and among those few, he’d been the only one to capture Helena’s heart to the point where she agreed to marry him and during a conference in Dayton, no less. That passion helped turn him from just some other guy doing logistics to someone who effected real change in the world. It was more than enough to make him want Helena in ways that went beyond their wedding vows.

“Are you sure about your timing?” Jaylan asked under his breath, still standing with her as though they were just another couple. “They just finished serving dinner. It won’t be long before people start making speeches. And trust me, they’re going to lavishly praise you.”

“I know,” she said curtly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll have time. And if you doubt my confidence, then maybe this will convince you.”

She had him in the palm of her hand and she took full advantage of it. While Jaylan kept trying to maintain his demeanor amidst the crowd, his charismatic wife latched onto his arm and guided his hand behind her back. From there, he directed him down her back and over her shapely butt. His heart raced faster and his mouth went dry, the feeling of her feminine curves adding fuel to the passion she’d so skillfully inspired.

Just when it seemed the teasing got excessive, he felt something else through the soft fabric of his love’s tight-fitting skirt. At first, he thought he was just fantasizing. Then, he remembered that fantasy and reality often blurred around his playful wife.

“Helena…are you not wearing any panties beneath that skirt?” Jaylan asked, as though it were a standard inquiry.

“Hmm,” she said, pretending to think about it, “you know, I might have ditched them an hour ago when I ran out to my car to pick up a file…or I just didn’t bother with panties in the first place. After all, they just get in they way of our little fun.”

As if to remove all level of doubt, she tactfully directed his hand up her skirt. His suspicions were quickly confirmed. Helena, despite standing in a crowded room during a high-end fundraiser, wasn’t wearing any panties. He could feel the exposed features of her womanhood with his hand. On top of that, he sensed she was very wet. Hard work and successful results had a way of turning her on like that.

At that moment, Jaylan stopped trying to make sense of his wife’s playful personality. She’d worked hard and so had he. They’d accomplished great things tonight. Now, in the midst of all their hard work, he was going to make love to her.

“There’s a service elevator that goes right to the second level of the parking garage,” he whispered to her in his manliest voice. “It’s closed off. Nobody will be down there until the night is over.”

“Then, that’s where we better be in the next five minutes!” Helena replied.

“Does that mean we’re making this another one of our games?”

“Babe, the game started before my panties came off!”

It didn’t matter that they were both working. They had an opportunity for some sexy games and they were going to take advantage of it. Jaylan learned early in their relationship that Helena enjoyed balancing work with fun. It was a game to her and one that few could keep up with. Once again, he was among the few.

The game was on and he made the first move. After promptly removing his hand from under her dress, he latched onto his wife’s arm and led her away from the north corner where they’d been lingering. There were still dozens of wealthy, influential people moving about, congregating around the buffet tables to get one last helping for dinner. He and Helena were hungry too, but not for food.

“Excuse me. Pardon us,” Jaylan said as they navigated the northwest hall. “We have a serious matter to tend to.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Peppers,” greeted Michael Dwyer, a prominent businessman who knew them well, “what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Michael!” Helena assured. “Something just came up, but don’t worry! My husband will help me take care of it.”

He didn’t get a chance to ask for details. He and Helena had already cleared most of the crowd. Some still turned to greet them, but as far as they knew, there was nothing major going on. For all they knew, they were just heading outside to take an important phone call. They had no idea what kind of games he and Helena were about to play.

After passing by the restrooms, they slipped through utility door and down a vacant hallway. They could still hear the noise from the fundraiser through the thick walls, but with each step they took, it got fainter and quieter. As they neared the utility elevator, Helena grew bolder, latching onto his arm and pawing his chest through his dress shirt.

“I’m so hot for you right now,” she said intently. “We haven’t had sex in too long.”

“Helena…we had sex in the shower two days ago,” Jaylan reminded her.

“I stand by my statement.”

She leaned in again and kissed down his clean-shaven neck, giving his earlobes a slight nibble along the way. She knew how much that drove him wild. Already, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. He embraced her closer, trailing his hand up her hips, enchanted by the idea that only a thin skirt separated his skin from hers.

“The elevator!” Jaylan said with more urgency.

With his love still all over him, they practically sprinted to the elevator. He pushed the button at least a dozen times, urging the machinery to work faster. As soon as the door opened, she practically shoved him inside. From there, it only got hotter.

“Going down?” he said.

“Love your choice of words, babe!” Helena quipped.

That sexy glint in her eyes only got more pronounced as the doors closed behind her and the noise from the fundraiser completely disappeared. Now finally in an enclosed area, she stepped up her passionate gestures, kissing him hungrily on the lips while undoing his belt. He returned the feeling every step of the way, twirling his tongue with hers as he hungrily gripped her thighs and skillfully snaked his hands up her skirt.

She was even hotter than she claimed. He could feel the moist heat radiating between her legs, her exposed womanhood emanating with unspoken desire. She craved his intimate touch every bit as much as he craved hers. After loosening his belt and pants, she further stoked that craving, reaching into his pants and feeling his member swell rapidly under her touch.

“So big and hard,” Helena purred. “You really want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, my sexy…adventurous wife,” he said without hesitation. “I want you so bad.”

“We’ve both worked so hard and achieved so much this week,” she noted. “What we want…we’ve earned!”

Shortly after saying those words, the elevator stopped at the second level parking garage. Almost immediately, they slipped out into the dark, dingy area. Just as Jaylan hoped, it was empty. There were a bunch of empty crates and hauling gear, which had been used by his staff to set up all the tables. With so much going on in the main ballroom, they had all the privacy they needed to enjoy their well-earned fun.

“Over here!” Jaylan said, guiding her to a small nook near the locked gate.

“Dark, secluded, and bold…now I’m really glad I ditched the panties!” said Helena.

Their brief journey ended. Jaylan and his love arrived at the dingy, concrete wall next to the gate. From there, stronger passions took hold.

Helena made the first move, grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing him hard on the lips, further affirming the extent of her desire. As he tasted her luscious lips, she pinned him back against the wall, pushed his pants down to his ankles, and dropped to her knees where she came face-to-face with his semi-hard dick.

“Looks like you should’ve ditched the briefs today,” Helena teased as she gripped the base of his shaft.

“Hindsight can be…uncomfortable,” Jaylan said.

“Guess it pays to be proactive. Allow me to demonstrate!”

She stepped up her game and, without a doubt, she was ahead. Like the adventurous, sexy woman he married, she hungrily engulfed his member with her lips and tongue. She then proceeded to give him the kind of intense, urgent oral sex she knew he loved. At the same time, she used her lack of panties to her advantage, fingering her pussy every step of the way.

“Damn, Helena!” Jaylan grunted under the weight of such feeling and spectacle. “You are one…cunning…minx!”

She flashed him a seductive grin, as if to reinforce that she was winning in their sexy game. He had a lot of catching up to do, but for the moment, he just enjoyed the fruits of her blowjob skills.

She was hard and fast with her efforts, sending shivers of bliss coursing up through his body. Jaylan leaned back against the wall, his legs turning to jelly under the weight of the feeling. However, he didn’t once lose focus. He maintained his passionate gaze on his sexy wife, making it clear to her that he intended to play her game as well. It was just a matter of making the right move at the right time.

That time arrived quickly. Helena’s oral sex skills did the trick, getting him fully aroused and very hard, despite the dingy surroundings. Knowing she was still very moist and was perfectly capable of bringing herself to orgasm on her own, Jaylan decided to take the initiative.

“Helena…my darling?” he asked in a coaxing tone as he caressed the side of her head.

“Mmm…yes, my love?” Helena replied after giving his member one last thorough lick.

“Now, it’s my turn!”

With the same initiative that made him so good at managing logsitics, he took his lover by the arms and pulled her back into a standing position. He then turned her around and pinned her up against the stone wall, her back slightly bent so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right against them.

She offered no resistance. She even squealed in delight, wiggling her hips a little, as if to invite him to enter her world. He gladly accepted, pushing up her skirt to reveal her exposed butt and pussy. He even licked his fingers and rubbed her folds a bit, just to make sure she was still wet. He could feel the sensual eagerness in her body.

“Jaylan…please!” she begged him with a pleading look in her eye.

Jaylan grinned triumphantly. Now, he was winning the game and he intended to widen his lead. Positioning himself behind his horny wife, he aligned his rigid manhood with her moist entrance. Just before he entered her, though, he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

“It’s on!” he said.

At that moment, Jaylan thrust his hips forward and entered her. They both let out deep gasps that filled the darkened area. The hot sensations of their intimate union flowed between them. Warm feminine depths embraced hard male flesh. Together, they absorbed the feeling, but Jaylan made sure he set the tone.

“Helena…ohh Helena! Ohhh you’re so hot!” he moaned out.

“Yes! Oh yes! Do it to me, my love! Do it!” Helena urged.

Encouraged and impassioned, Jaylan established a vigorous sexual rhythm, working his hips and rocking their bodies in an intimate harmony. It was more heated than usual. Doing it outside a bedroom often required a sense of urgency. Doing it in the middle of a major work event added even more, but that only raised the stakes of their sexy games.

Helena never failed to play her part. As their bodies rocked, she leaned up against the wall harder, turning her head and drawing him into an intimate kiss as they humped. Not one to fall behind, Jaylan threw in some tricks of his own, reaching around and undoing the top part of her blouse so that her ample breasts popped free. The feeling of those fleshy mounds in both hands as he fucked her further added to the feeling.

“Mmm…like that, my love? You want it like that?” Jaylan said with his manliest grunts.

“Yes! Just like that!” she exclaimed. “Keep doing it…and you might just make me come!”

“Might, you say?”

Taking that as a challenge, Jaylan made another move, releasing one hand from her swaying breasts and reaching between her legs to fondle her clitoris. It was his way of pulling out all the stops, showing that he could still please his love, even when she tried to get the jump on him. If her reaction were any indication, he got the point across.

“Ohhh Jaylan!” she cried out.

It was music to his ears. It didn’t matter that it echoed throughout the parking garage, their sweaty musk mixing with the dank ambience. If anything, that encouraged them. It was his and Helena’s way of proving that their passion could navigate any environment, no matter the circumstances.

They once again proved the power of that passion. After some skilled stimulation with his fingers, combined with the rapid thrusting of his hips, he had Helena on the brink of orgasm. Jaylan knew his wife well enough to sense the signs. She was always so theatrical when she climaxed. She once said she couldn’t fake an orgasm to save her life. That meant when it came to winning their sexy games, there was little ambiguity.

“Jaylan…my love…you win!” his beautiful wife finally gasped.

With that proclamation, the sexy, fun-loving woman he’d so eagerly married achieved orgasm. He felt her inner muscles contract around his manhood, throbbing hard in accord with her sensual release. Jaylan tightened his intimate hold on her, listening to her euphoric cries. Within the darkened garage, they echoed so beautifully. It was like every intimate noise had been amplified. He loved every sweet second of it.

Jaylan gladly let his wife enjoy her orgasm, leaning in closer and kissing her neck through each intimate gasp. He even ceased his thrusting, just enjoying the hot feeling of her womanly flesh around his manhood. He barely realized that he hadn’t climaxed himself. Just listening to Helena’s orgasmic cries was rewarding enough.

However, she certainly hadn’t forgotten. She made that abundantly clear the moment he withdrew from her.

“Jaylan…” she said breathlessly.

“Yes, my love?” Jaylan replied.

“The game’s not over!”

Before he could say another word, his charismatic wife took over once more. She quickly turned around, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pinned him back against the wall, his rigid member still fully erect and now dripping in her feminine juices. Jaylan barely had time to catch his breath or even loosen his dress shirt. That didn’t stop Helena from making her move.

“Now, you’re going to get yours…even if I have to cheat a little!” she said with a mischievous grin.

Again, she didn’t give him time to react. She just dropped to her knees again, removed her blouse and bra completely, and used those large natural breasts of hers to surround his cock in their fleshy warmth. Using the lingering fluid on his dick to her advantage, she started tit-fucking him with the same intensity as he’d fucked her.

“Ooh Helena! That’s…not fair,” said Jaylan through grunts of delight.

“I know,” she said playfully.

Up and down, with little resistance, she worked his member between her breasts. She wasn’t too fast or too rough. She knew just how to draw him to that special threshold from which there was no return. It really was the sexual equivalent of a cheat code because he soon found himself ready to pop his load.

“Helena…I’m about to…come!” he grunted.

“I’m ready, my love,” Helena said eagerly.

The feeling finally hit. When that hot surged shot through him, Jaylan threw his head back and gasped, bumping it right against the concrete in the process. He barely felt that part, though. The ecstasy that followed did plenty to overshadow it.

Like a spark igniting a fire, his orgasmic release consumed him. His manhood still firmly lodged between his breasts, he released a thick load of his fluid. Most of it splattered right on his lover’s chin and cleavage. She even managed to catch some of it in her mouth, another trick she knew turned him on to no end. She also used those breasts of hers to milk him for every last drop, making sure none went to waste. When it came to sexy games, she left nothing to chance.

“Okay…I think it’s a tie, now,” Jaylan said in his orgasmic daze.

“Only a tie?” Helena teased as she licked her lips clean of his fluid.

“For now,” he told her. “Some games…need an intermission.”

His playful wife laughed as she lingered on her knees until his sexual release was complete. Eventually, she returned to her feet, grabbing her discarded blouse and bra in the process. She already looked eager to get back to work, albeit with a glowing demeanor. Jaylan felt he might need a minute or several, if only to get dress and smooth out his shirt.

Helena gave him all the time he needed, even kissing him on the cheek and embracing him until the strength returned to his legs. Even after raucous, sexy games, she was still the same loving woman he married. Not many men could claim they married a woman who was so skilled at mixing work with sexy games. As he pulled up his pants, still smiling ear-to-ear, he thanked whatever higher power there was that he was one of them.

 

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“Testing King” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring A Male Sex Robot)

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The following is another sexy short story featuring sex robots and is a direct follow-up to “Testing Serenity.” I got a fairly positive response from that story. If I get an equal or greater response for this one, I’ll consider expanding it even more. If you have any feedback or ideas you’d like to share, please do so in the comments. Thanks and enjoy!

Not long ago, the act of satisfying a woman was subject to endless theories, tricks, techniques, and taboos. Men often obsessed over it while women agonized over it. Many people thought they knew how to go about it. Some of that knowledge was actually valid. However, there always seemed to be an intractable difference between lovers.

Men wanted to please their female partners.

Women wanted their male partners to please them every bit as much.

Neither seemed capable of communicating, let alone understanding, the process that went into a mutually satisfying experience.

That was exactly what Kelly Kyler worked to change. As a co-founder and lead tester of Ideal Companions – a rapidly-growing company in the emerging market for sex robots – she’d dedicated her life to bridging that intractable gap. Today marked another step in that arduous process.

“King Model 2.8, activate and run base protocol,” said Kelly in authoritative, yet excited voice.

She gave that command within a tightly controlled test area that she’d helped design. It was built like a typical hotel suite. In fact, much of the furnishings had come from a nearby hotel that had been renovating. The area included a king-sized bed with clean white sheets, a large dresser across from the bed, plush wall-to-wall red carpet, and a TV monitor on the wall. If anyone else had set foot inside it, they never would’ve known it was located in the sixth floor of Ideal Companion’s most secure testing lab.

The only indication that it involved something profound was the presence of a large, egg-shaped pod tin the corner of the room. It stood at nearly 7 feet tall and was hooked to a series of cables and mini-tanks. Through the glossy white surface, a humanoid figure was visible. The sound of her voice activated the various systems that had been integrated into the pod, feeding data, commands, and materials directly into the figure.

She could already see him moving inside and, if his shadowy outline were any indication, it was definitely a him. When he stood up and opened the pod’s main door, he stepped forward and approached her. There was little animation in his motions. He conducted himself as a robot. However, even with his robotic demeanor, his appearance and presence made one thing clear. This figure was a man…a tall, muscular, well-endowed man.

“Cognitive neural systems active,” he said in a deep, masculine tone. “Verifying base protocols. Verification complete.”

“Verify physiological and anatomical systems,” Kelly said with growing anticipation.

“Processing query. Verifying bodily systems and physiological configurations.”

His eyes flashed, briefly revealing that behind the imposing figure was a robot. Were it not for his eyes, a less informed woman only would’ve seen a naked man standing before her. Kelly had to be informed. His flashing eyes might have set him apart, but it was hardly the most notable aspect of his appearance.

While he processed the data, Kelly marveled at manly presence before her. The engineers and biotech team had once again outdone themselves. While the main structure of the man was that of a robot, his shell of synthetic flesh would be the first thing a user noticed. It looked, felt, and even smelled like real human skin. It had been molded, shaped, and appended to match the figure of a fit, attractive man.

He was not some hulking bodybuilder or Photoshopped fitness model. His muscle build, size, and stature were all perfectly proportional. His chest, torso, arms, and legs had just the right amount of build and definition. He was the kind of man who wouldn’t qualify as a male model, but could function perfectly in any female fantasy. He had the kind of beauty that didn’t seem impossible or unattainable.

That beauty extended to the wonderfully designed endowment that hung between his legs. Crafting a male penis that was just right in terms of size and aesthetics was one of the biggest challenges in the sex robot industry. Kelly had been on the front lines of those challenges and the results were already promising.

“I can already verify the ladies in the crafting department did a great job,” Kelly said as she admired it. “I hope that extends other functions.”

She grinned at the prospect of finding out. However, a sex robot with a functioning penis was not enough to ensure that that it could satisfy its female users. This latest model couldn’t just be a glorified giver of orgasms. He had to be a true companion.

“Processing complete,” he said. “All systems and configurations are operating at peak efficiency.”

“Good. That’s it for the easy part,” Kelly said. “Now, the real test can begin. Activate emotional core protocols. From here on out, designate identity as King.”

“Command confirmed. Activating emotion and self-identity protocols in 3…2…1.”

What happened next was like watching the genesis of a new being. In an instant, the male figure went from having a distinctly robotic disposition to carrying himself like a real human.

His eyes flashed again. His facial expression shifted erratically. He blinked several times, as though he had just come to a profound realization. He then glanced down at his hands, arms, and body. The vast volumes of data in his robot brain connected with the emotional processing matrix. It was a powerful moment in which processing data gained a whole new meaning.

“I am a man. I am a robot,” he said in a less robotic.

“Yes. Yes, you are,” said Kelly as she took a step closer.

“I think. I feel. I am…King,” he said, a slight smile forming on his face.

“Nice to meet you, King. My name is Kelly. I helped create you. Now, I’m here to welcome you…among other things.”

He took a few more moments to get a feel for his body, his feelings, and his sense of being. Then, he directed his attention towards her. As soon as Kelly felt his eyes on her, she saw his expression shift again. In doing so, he revealed that his emotional programming was working perfectly.

“Kelly,” King said as he gazed upon her. “Yes, I know that name. It has relevance to me…a deep relevance that extends beyond my data care.”

“That’s because knowing someone’s name is just a small part of a greater connection. Robot or man, you have the ability to forge those connections with your companion.”

“Connections…yes, the data surrounding that concept is relevant too. I can process it perfectly, but it is also something I desire.”

“That makes two of us,” said Kelly with a warm smile.

She stepped in closer, now just inches from his naked flesh. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Some of it was from his synthetic flesh, which was sustained largely by his robotic systems. That was necessary for any functioning machine. However, there was another aspect to that warmth that further built that emerging connection.

“Most people think they were born with a purpose,” Kelly said to him. “They’re rarely sure of what it is. It can’t just be that they were born because their parents willed it. They believe they were created with a greater purpose in mind.”

“I know my purpose,” said King. “It is written into my data.”

“I know. I helped code that data,” she went on. “You’re a companion, built to forge intimate bonds with heterosexual female users. Your body, your mind, and your emotions were created with this in mind. It’s just a matter of how well they work together.”

King paused for a moment, his eyes flashing again as he processed more data. To help aid him, Kelly reached out and lightly caressing his masculine sinews with her soft hands. Her touch triggered a reaction, one that prompted him to reach out and touch her as well.

With his powerful arms, he drew her into an embrace. With hands that were every bit as powerful, trailed his fingers down her face and gazed affectionately into her eyes. His emotional core was really working now. Data was no longer just data to him. Like a real man processing real emotions, feeling her presence affected him on an intimate level.

“My purpose…my desires,” King said in a more distant tone. “The distinction between the two seems increasingly irrelevant.”

“That counts as progress,” said Kelly while trailing her fingers down his arms. “Me feeling your strong, manly body against mine is another kind of progress…and an important kind, at that.”

“How so?” he asked.

“Because it’s the kind that makes me want a more intimate bond with you,” she told him, “specifically, a bond that requires me to be naked too.”

“Does that imply that I’m making you horny?” he asked with a slight grin.

“I see your understanding of humor has also progressed,” she quipped.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes,” Kelly said without hesitation. “That’s a very good thing.”

Kelly briefly broke the embrace and took a step back. Then, while he watched with his powerful gaze, processing a wealth of emotional data, she took off her clothes.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, opting to keep things simple with a pair of jeans, a pink halter top, and sandals. She didn’t even wear any sexy lace underwear, either. For the test to work effectively, she had to keep things simple with King. That still didn’t stop her from having a little fun, wiggling her hips as she slipped off her panties and casting the manly figure a seductive grin.

“You look good naked,” King said, grinning as well while she tossed her underwear aside.

“Thank you,” she replied as she playfully posed for him. “I know you have a lot of data about the female body, but trust me. Data is no substitute for experience.”

“No. It is not.”

For a brief moment, Kelly just stood before him, completely naked and quite comfortable in his presence. It gave King time to observe, scan, and appreciate her body. She felt his high-tech eyes scrutinize every inch of her exposed flesh. She even sensed him giving special scrutiny to her face, breasts, hips, and genitals. That was to be expected, given the nature of the test. However, it wasn’t just about testing King’s ability to analyze female anatomy.

As he took in her intimate form, she saw clear emotional undertones in his eyes. He wasn’t just scanning her to calculate the optimal strategy with which to pleasure her. That wasn’t her goal or his. King was not some elaborate sex toy. He was a companion. Robot or not, a companion couldn’t stop at simply scanning their lover’s body.

“Kelly Kyler,” he said upon finishing his scan.

“Yes, Mr. King?” she replied, her tone still playful and seductive.

“I’d like to touch you now,” he told her. “I’d also like to kiss you.”

“I’d like that too. But is that all you’d like to do with me?”

“No. There are many things I wish to do with you…things for which I have plenty of data, but limited experience.”

“That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for,” Kelly told him. “We both want similar things, but it all comes back to experience…a beautiful, shared experience.”

She took a step closer, temping him with her seductive gaze. King responded, taking a step closer as well and drawing her into a powerful embrace. This time, he played a more active role. He took the data he had on her, his purpose, and their shared desire and turned it into action.

It started with a soft, but focused kiss. His lips, forged with synthetic flesh and maintained by complex biological systems, were remarkably warm. The engineers had somehow captured the pure, wondrous taste of raw masculinity. It was more than enough to trigger more arousal, especially between her legs.

From the kiss, they each explored one another’s naked bodies. Kelly felt her way around his torso, marveling at the manly sinews that perfectly mirrored that of a fit man. King was more eager with his touching, fondling and caressing her womanly flesh. He gave special attention to her thighs, hips, buttocks, and breasts. Such intimate touching evolved into outright foreplay, further building her arousal and sending her into a sensual daze.

Despite his imposing form, he was remarkably gentle. Even when he rubbed her nipples, he was so careful and caring. His understanding of the female body and how to touch it showed. He wasn’t some awkward teenager fumbling around with a woman. He had all the necessary knowledge in his robot brain, but he also had an emotional cortex to give meaning to every touch.

Soon, those wishes he’d expressed earlier became more urgent. Kissing and touching her naked body was a good start. It was hardly sufficient for either of them. That meant the next part of the test could commence.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” Kelly said, breaking the kiss while holding onto his shoulders.

“So are you,” King said while caressing her cheek.

“You’re good at foreplay too. You’ve got me all hot and horny. I want to have sex now. I really, really want it.”

“I want that too,” he said, “although the intensity of your desire may require a revised recourse on my part.”

“I’m sure you’ve already processed every possible scenario,” Kelly said with a seductive tease. “Why don’t you carry me to the bed and show me.”

“I’d be happy to.”

He smiled at her with a smile that looked distinctly human. Most robots could mimic a smile, but it rarely looked natural. Sometimes, it even looked creepy. That was because most robots didn’t have an emotional core capable of giving meaning, affection, and passion to a moment. King had that and it showed in how he went about pursuing their mutual desires.

He took her in his arms again. He then made use of that robot strength of his, lifting her up in his arms with little strain. He proceeded to carry her across the room with the utmost care. When they arrived at the bed, he laid her down like a groom preparing his bride for the final consummation of their love. Beyond just being in the presence of an attractive man, it sent Kelly’s passions soaring as much as her arousal.

“My dear King,” she said to him, “so loving and affectionate.”

“That is what I feel. That is what I seek. That is what I want to share in our sex.”

He kissed her lips again, as if to belabor his intentions for her. Kelly got the message and kissed back. More foreplay followed. With her lying on her back and him on top of her, their naked bodies meshed together in an intimate heat. Her inner thighs were now soaked with moist arousal. King must have sensed that because he changed the direction of their foreplay.

“Lie back and relax,” he told her. “I’m going to give you oral sex. I want you to be fully aroused before we proceed to intercourse.”

“Mmm…that sounds so practical, yet so sexy,” Kelly said through her daze.

“It’s not just pragmatic. It’s necessary,” King said intently. “For me to fulfill my purpose…for us to share in this moment…our bodies and our desires must be in perfect harmony.”

That almost made too much sense. Only a man with a robot brain could’ve made it seem so obvious. Both humans and sex robots understood the value of shared arousal, but a robot companion like King was uniquely equipped to pursue it.

He followed both the data and his passions as he trailed his lips down her face, neck, and torso. With care and patience, he made his way down her body, tasting her and touching her naked skin with the utmost care. Kelly gasped and moaned, her anticipation escalating with each passing second.

Finally, he arrived at his destination. She eagerly parted her legs, spreading them wide and giving him an unobstructed path to her inner thighs. Without hesitation, King focused intently on her womanhood.

“You’re already so aroused,” he said while caressing her outer folds, “but there’s still room for more.”

King went to work proved his words right. Tapping into that intimate data in his system, he began eating her out. He was as gentle with lips and tongue as he was with his hand, stimulating her most sensitive areas with the utmost care. His knowledge of female anatomy definitely showed. Kelly felt sharp surge of hot sensations course through her body as he hit all the right nerves.

“Ooh King!” she moaned. “Yes! That feels good. That feels so…so good.”

Her jubilant moans encouraged him. Not losing his focus, he held onto her thighs and lifted her hips, allowing him to lick and probe her depths with surgical precision.

More hot sensations followed.

More arousal came with it.

More gleeful moans filled the room.

“Mmm…so good,” King said, his voice muffled by her inner thighs. “You taste…so good.”

Kelly writhed under the feelings he evoked. She grabbed the sheets of the bed, holding her legs apart and arching her back through every blissful wave. It was everything a capable lover could provide a woman, but more so. It was as though King had analyzed every possible datapoint on effective cunnilingus and incorporated it into his actions. Beyond just knowing where all the right spots were, there was an intensity to his actions. He wasn’t just going through the motions.

He wanted her to feel good.

He wanted her to feel desired.

Most importantly, he wanted to satisfy her.

That, alone, made him a capable companion. King could’ve passed the test on his oral sex skills alone. However, there was one last step to complete.

“King…please!” Kelly gasped in an effort to communicate her desire.

“Hmm…I sense you are ready for intercourse,” King said, looking up from her pussy.

“Yes! I’m so goddamn ready!” she said intently. “I want it! I want you!”

“Then, it is time that I get ready as well.”

He rose back into an upright position. Then, while propped up on his knees, his eyes flashed briefly again. Kelly could tell he was processing a new batch of data. Doing so had a very noticeable effect, especially between his legs.

In a process that clearly reminded her that King was still a robot, his penis became fully erect. Once again, she couldn’t help but marvel at the work of her engineers. One biologist claimed that King’s penis, composed of synthetic flesh and operated by a system of synthetic processes, might be the most efficient manifestation of male genitalia in history. Kelly would be the judge of that, as well as the first of many beneficiaries.

“Wow! I’d say you’re ready too,” she said as she playfully eyed his cock.

“It is a simple process, directing my male flesh into its necessary state,” King told her as he hovered over her. “However, much like experience, the mere operation of flesh is a means to an end. What we do with it…what we experience with it…that’s what gives it meaning.”

“So true…for human and robot alike.”

“Especially for a robot,” he said as he lovingly caressed her face, “for it is only with meaning that we can know true intimacy.”

His sentiment echoed with emotion. Robot or not, King had powerful feelings that drove him to make love to her. Knowing he had those feelings gave meaning to the experience for her, as well. As their naked bodies came together, she embraced her robot companion in a culmination of real intimacy.

Just like before, it started with a kiss. As their lips became entwined, King got on top of her in preparation for their fleshly union. He kept things simple, aligning their bodies in a simple missionary position. That was perfectly fine with Kelly. She spread her legs wider, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and awaited the final phase of the test.

It commenced with a simple thrust of his hips. In just one fluid motion, the handsome man in the form of a robot companion entered her. Their union was so wonderfully smooth, her womanly folds eagerly embracing his masculine flesh. A flood of new sensations coursed through her, feeling her with another surge of energy and exhilaration. More quickly followed as King started humping, moving his hips and building an intimate rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh King!” Kelly panted, clinging harder to his shoulders as she soaked in the feeling. “Ooh we’re doing it! We’re making love!”

“Yes! I feel it too,” said King with great intensity. “It’s…incredible!”

Those were the only coherent sentences that either of them got out from that point forward. Once King got a steady rhythm going, the experienced unfolded in a seamless succession of movements and gestures.

Two naked bodies moved together in a harmonious mantra.

The bed rocked, the sheets ruffled, and the walls reverberated with the many sounds of their sex.

They kissed, caressed, and embraced each other, conveying affection in accord with the pleasure.

Kelly savored every sensation. She also sensed King feeling something similar. He saw it in the way his expression contorted to the shared feeling. It was an important feature of a robot companion, having an ability to feel pleasure as well. Other companies had learned that lesson the hard way. Ideal Companions didn’t have to. Thanks to synthetic flesh and a robot brain capable of processing such feelings, King could also experience the joys of lovemaking like any deserving man.

It ensured that King didn’t just go through the motions or focus entirely on pleasing his companion. An important component of true intimacy was mutual satisfaction. For a user of a companion to feel satisfied, the robot had to know that feeling too. More importantly, he had to want and cherish it as well.

“Love…sex…passion,” King said through labored breaths. “Yes! I understand.”

Kelly replied with more pleasured moans and beaming smiles. He smiled back at her through his heated movements, sharing more kisses and sensual touching along the way. She felt both pleasure and affection. For many women, that was the difference between feeling satisfied and just getting off.

That difference really showed as Kelly neared her first orgasm. Usually, climaxing through simple, missionary style intercourse took more effort. She usually had to stimulate her clitoris or do something more elaborate. None of that was necessary with King. The path to ecstasy was simple, clear, and direct. When that feeling came within her grasp, she seized it with ease.

“Yes! Oh yes! I feel it too! I feel it!” she panted as the feeling approached. “Ohhhhh King!”

He briefly slowed his movements, keeping his hands on her hips and her eyes locked with his. He watched closely as Kelly achieved orgasm. She made sure she put on a good show.

Her eyes closed.

Her back arched.

Her toes curled.

It was a special kind of ecstasy, born of both intimacy and stimulation. It washed over her like a wave of blissful warmth. Time lost all meaning as she savored every moment. Her joy was obvious and apparent to anyone who saw, robot or otherwise. It sent a powerful message laced with critical data for King.

“Wow,” he said with awe.

Such astonishment was rarely associated with robots, but King was special. What he’d just done with her was special. Moreover, there was still plenty more of that special feeling to share.

“Kelly,” he said as she emerged from her orgasmic daze.

“Mmm…yes, King?” she said with a glowing smile.

“Would you like me to keep making love to you?” he asked, as though it were the most informal request possible.

“Yes! Please…keep doing it,” she said without hesitation. “This test should be thorough.”

He smiled, once again showing an understanding of humor that few robots could grasp. Not bound fatigue or traditional limits, he resumed his sexual movements from earlier. This time, Kelly played a more active role, if only to share in the blissful effort.

As King came to understand the intricacies and mechanics of lovemaking, the pace of their sex escalated. Movements became more urgent and gestures became more intense. Kelly helped mix up the style, leading King to make love in multiple positions that demonstrated a wealth of sexual verity.

Some were more effective than others. She sensed King really enjoyed doing it doggy style with her on all fours while he humped her from behind. He also seemed to appreciate cowgirl, mainly because it allowed him to fondle her breasts. Spooning proved somewhat clumsy, but he made up for it by using his soft hands to stimulate her clit from behind. He also had to slow down a few times, if only to help her catch her breath.

It led Kelly to even more orgasms. While she wasn’t as theatrical as she’d been with the first, she made it very clear that King was doing something right. He was making his lover come. That sense of awe soon evolved into a sense of exhilaration. In both his eyes and expression, she saw a special kind of ecstasy as well.

“This feeling…this moment…so powerful,” he said, his voice obscured by passion. “It feels so…”

He never finished that sentence, no matter how many times he said it. Kelly suspected that he was achieving some kind of orgasm as well. She remembered the engineers saying that the pleasure systems in male companions were tricky. They could mimic the orgasmic process in his brain and body, but the way it manifested was erratic.

There were a few technical reasons for that, but Kelly knew what a man looked like when he had an orgasm. Whatever form it took, it happened more than once for King. It allowed him to both share in the pleasure while continuing their sex. The test could not conclude until they were both satisfied.

“King…we’ve done it,” she said under her breath multiple times. “We’ve really done it this time!”

It referred to more than just their sex. What they achieved was something remarkable. For a robot, even one surrounded by synthetic flesh, to feel these sensations and experience such passion was a remarkable feat. Beyond raising the bar for robots and artificial intelligence, she and her team had created something that could share in the joys of progress.

Having long since lost track of time, Kelly didn’t know how many times she came or how long they made love. It only ended after one last climax that led to her collapsing on top of King in a blissful heap, so drained and satisfied that she could barley move. At that point, he didn’t need advanced sensors to know that he’d fulfilled his purpose. Even after their body movements ceased, he continued embracing her with tender care.

“We made love. We both came. It was a…powerful experience,” King said, his voice dazed by afterglow.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” Kelly said, still smiling widely as she rested her head on his chest.

“Are you satisfied, Kelly Kyler?” he asked. “Did I pass this test?”

“Yeah, you definitely passed,” she said without hesitation. “I feel so good…happy, satisfied, and loved. It’s everything you want in a great lover and a caring companion. I have a feeling you’re going to make a lot of lonely women very happy.”

“I look forward to that. Knowing I can fulfill my purpose so well gives me great certainty. Between the data and the feelings behind them, I hope to share that happiness.”

He cast her a smile as he lightly stroked her lower back. Kelly’s smile widened. She would’ve loved to spend the rest of the day enjoying the afterglow with King, but there were other tests to run and some had to be done fully clothed. On top of that, she and her tech team had to put King in sleep mode in preparation for his deployment. There were a lot of lonely women out there and they needed a companion.

“Trust me, King. There will be plenty of happiness to go around,” Kelly told him. “Thanks to companions like you, the horny women of this world will never go unsatisfied.”

“And the world will be better because of it,” King said, “but what of the lonely men? Will they have companions as well?”

“Of course they will!” she said with a humored laugh. “What do you think my husband is working on right now? And hopefully, his test went as well as mine!”

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“Testing Serenity” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring A Sex Robot)

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The following is a sexy short story that once again revisits the inherent appeal of sex robots. I know I took a break from sex robots for a while to write a couple Halloween stories. That break is now over and I’m ready to get back to what has become my most popular genre this past year. I hope this adds to it.

Please read and enjoy. Also, leave some feedback and suggestions. Enjoy!

What made someone a perfect lover? It used to be an ideal. People would imagine the perfect companion and spend their entire lives pursuing it. Only a handful ever found them. They made for wonderful stories about love, passion, and intimacy. The fact that they were so rare made them precious, but it also made them tragic in that so few knew that joy.

That all changed with Ideal Companions, a fast-growing company that specialized in producing the best quality robot companions. Some just called them sex robots. Some called them lover bots. For Bryan Kyler, they embodied something greater. As a co-founder of the company and one of the select few who knew the joys of having a perfect lover, he’d made it his mission to make that impossible fantasy a reality for everyone.

“Serenity Model 2.8, activate and run base protocol,” said Bryan, ready and eager to take another step in that effort.

He’d given that command within a well-equipped testing area located within the heart of Ideal Companions’ main research lab. The area was no larger than a typical hotel room, but was filled with an array of sensors and monitoring devices. It wasn’t made to look like a lab, though. It closely resembled a typical bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed, plush carpet, and a dresser. The only thing that made it stand out was the large, cylindrical pod containing a female figure.

Having heard his command, the figure came to life. Her eyes opened, briefly flashing blue to indicate that her systems were active. Like someone waking up from a deep sleep, she blinked and shifted to get her bearings. When the pod opened, she stepped out and approached him.

Bryan greeted her with a smile, as he often did with every new prototype. He was lucky in that he was usually the first one to witness the latest and greatest in robot companion technology just as it came online.

“Serenity Model 2.8 active,” she said in a flat voice. “Ideal Companions operating protocols now loading. Load complete. No errors detected.”

“Always a promising start,” said Bryan. “Initiate the emotional resonance matrix. Confirm identity and persona as Serenity.”

“Resonates matrix loading. Commence identity parameters in 3…2…1.”

Her eyes flashed again. Her demeanor abruptly changed. In an instant, Serenity Model 2.8 – or Serenity, as her parameters read – went from carrying herself like a robot in a female body to a woman who just happened to be in a robot body.

She looked around at her surroundings. Like a blind person seeing for the first time, she reacted with awe and amazement. She then looked at herself and noticed that she was naked. She felt around her exposed flesh, touching her breasts, torso, arms, and face. She was adjusting to her form. Being an advanced robot, she adjusted quicker than most.

“Take all the time you need, Serenity,” Bryan said, giving her space and distance. “Going from a cold, calculating machine to a thinking, feeling individual is tricky, to say the least.”

“I…I do not disagree,” she said, her voice stammering as she kept feeling around her body. “I’ve processed my data. I know my physical specifications, unique features, and operating systems. I am Serenity Model 2.8, but that title does not resonate with me. I prefer…Serenity.”

“That’s because your model number is just part of your hardware. It’s no different than the bones, blood vessels, and organs in my body. Serenity is your name, just as Bryan is mine.”

“Bryan,” she said, now looking towards him. “Yes, that name does resonate.”

“That’s because I’m your co-creator. I’m the co-creator of every model at Ideal Companions. And like any responsible creator, it’s my job to make every creation feel precious.”

He slowly approached her, maintaining a kind, non-threatening presence. He did this with every new model, treating them like the treasured creations they were. It was always a challenge, but over the years, Bryan had refined his approach. He always wore simple clothing, which never included anything fancier than jeans and a dress shirt. He made sure the ambience of the room was comfortable and casual, not unlike something an ordinary person would encounter.

That didn’t stop Serenity from gazing at him with a mix of reverence and yearning. Like it or not, she was an advanced robot consciousness. He helped make her. He was the first person she had ever encountered. For any conscious being, especially a robot companion, first impressions were critical.

“I’m feeling so many things right now,” Serenity said. “This body is remarkable.”

“It damn well ought to be. I helped design it,” Bryan said, half-jokingly.

“Synthetic flesh, perfectly analogous to biological flesh,” she said while feeling along her arms, “complete with tactile sensors, artificial hair follicles, and sweat glands. All built over an advanced robotic chasse, powered by fuel cells and maintained by synthetic biosystems. It’s all so artificial, yet it feels so…”

Her words trailed off. For robot with an advanced quantum neural brain, that was quite an accomplishment. It also confirmed to Bryan that her identity programming was working perfectly. Encouraged, he took a step closer so that she could feel his presence.

“I believe the word your looking for is human…albeit one with an extended definition,” he told her. “It’s a definition that I’ve been working to expand since I got into this business. While you weren’t born and raised like a human, you are still the product of humanity. Moreover, you’re the product of human passion…mostly mine, but from plenty of others as well.”

“Passion…that’s another word that resonates,” Serenity said, now more focused on him.

“That’s a good sign. Passion is what gives people a sense of purpose. It is the foundation of your purpose…one that I intend to help refine.”

“My purpose,” Serenity repeated. “Yes, I’m beginning to process that as well.”

In a moment that always seemed to make Bryan emotional, she smiled. Her emotional processing matrix was in full working order now. She wasn’t just aware of her identity. She was aware of her emotions as well.

As she smiled, she reached out and touched his face. Her skin was so soft and warm. It lacked the cold, unfeeling touch of a less advanced robot. She wasn’t just following a program. She was taking in the world around her and ascribing meaning to it. From that meaning came other feelings…intimate, personal feelings that echoed from a greater purpose.

While others had created robot companions who simply functioned as tools, Bryan sought something greater. For a robot to be a companion, they couldn’t just have a realistic body and follow a program. There had to be a deeper connection. As he stood in her presence, absorbing her touch and admiring her smile, he could already feel that connection forming.

“I was created for a reason. My wants, feelings, and passions all stem from that reason,” Serenity said while still touching his face. “The data says I am a companion. I provide physical and emotional support to my user. I give them the love they seek. I give them the sex they desire. I have the systems that allow me to experience the emotions. I also have the anatomical features that allows me to experience sex as a woman.”

“I designed those too,” Bryan aid with a humored grin, “although you don’t have to share the data. You have a mouth, a vagina, and an anus, complete with all the necessary sensors…and maybe a few extras.”

“Yes, I’ve processed that too,” she said with a similar hint of humor, much to his chagrin. “But the data is only data. I know what I am. I know what I’m designed to do. I even know what I want to do. This purpose…to be lover and a companion for another…I seek to pursue it to the utmost.”

“That’s a relief. It shows your cognitive and empathic systems are fully functional,” he told her. “Believe me. Things get messy when those aren’t calibrated.”

“So if everything is working – my body, my mind, and my sense of self – why does it feel like there’s still one thing missing?”

It was a tricky question and one very sensitive to robots as advanced as her. Many people before him or his company had tried to make robots capable of higher thought. There were more than a few setbacks along the way. Bryan had even experienced a few. Crafting a mind, capable of both thought and desire, was a challenge. Failure caused great distress, both for the robot and their creators.

Over time, however, one success inspired another. With success came refinement. Making a robot that could think and feel was no longer groundbreaking. At this point, it was almost mundane. To make one stand out, they needed something more. That was what Bryan set out to achieve with Ideal Companions and, based on Serenity’s performance thus far, he had raised the bar for success.

Sensing her yearning for answers, he drew her into a light embrace. He was gentle and affectionate, being mindful of her nude form. His affectionate touch evoked another reaction. Already, that missing piece she mentioned was within her grasp and in a very literal sense.

“What your missing is the same thing many others are missing…passion,” Bryan told her.

“Passion,” she repeated, as though it were a revelation.

“People lose their passion when they’re lonely, sad, or unfulfilled. Even advanced robot struggle to ascribe meaning to data without such passion. That’s why people like me create beings like you. It’s not enough to just be a companion. The key element…the feeling that unites us both…is the passion we share.”

“Is that what we’re sharing now?” she asked intently, still making connections with her advanced robot mind.

“It can be,” Bryan said with a more emotional undertone, “but to truly know passion, it’s necessary to experience it too.”

He deepened the embrace, gently trailing his hands up her waist, stimulating the various sensors on her synthetic flesh. Her strong reaction proved that those sensors were working perfectly.

Eventually, he cupped her face with both hands, marveling at the warmth within her skin. Synthetic or not, she felt alive. In a fitting effort to embrace that life, he kissed her on the lips. Aside from ensuring the sensors in her lips worked just as well, he gave greater meaning and purpose to her database on kissing.

“Kissing…passion,” she said in between the intimate exchange. “Yes, I feel it!”

It was a bit clumsy at first, which was to be expected. Bryan had encountered plenty of companions whose kissing protocols, as the tech team called them, didn’t always work right. It led to more than a few mishaps. Thankfully, Serenity wasn’t one of them.

She was already kissing him as though he were a lifelong lover. She had in her systems all the knowledge any woman could want on what made a kiss great. However, the information was only a point of reference. Once the passion set in, she followed it as intently any companions would.

As they kissed, she embraced him back. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes. He returned the gestures, exploring more of her naked flesh. He was still gentle, but bold. He felt around her hips, thighs, and buttocks. He even threw in a few light squeezes, which prompted her to kiss with greater intensity. Serenity was really into it now. Within her cognitive and emotional systems, the passion was taking over.

“Serenity…you’re doing it,” he told her as she kissed down his face. “I feel it too!”

“Yes. It feels…nice.”

“Trust me. It gets better!”

Their gestures escalated. It got to a point where the kissing turned into a standing make-out session. He and Serenity might as well have been a couple of over-excited teenagers. She had a strong handle on passion. Now, he had to see how she managed the more sensual aspects of passion.

“Serenity,” he said, “tell me how this feels.”

While their lips were intensely entwined, he slipped his hand between her thighs and caressed the outer folds of her vagina. Like every other part of her body, it had been carefully crafted to mirror the intricacies of female anatomy. It wasn’t enough to just look and feel like female genitalia. It had to function just as well.

However, the engineers – many of them being the best female engineers in the world – put extra effort into making some parts function more than others. Once again, their effort showed in Serenity’s reaction.

“Bryan…my creator,” she said, abruptly ending the kiss, yet remaining in his embrace. “This feeling is more…intense.”

“How so?” he asked with a knowing grin.

She paused. Her eyes flashed again. She was processing a new round of data, likely the kind associated with how female sexual response worked. She finished processing it quicker than Bryan expected because her smile widened. She then placed her hand atop his and encouraged him to fondle her womanhood even more.

“I feel…aroused,” said Serenity, her tone taking on a sensual undertone.

“That’s good,” said Bryan, “but after what we’ve just done, you’ll have to be more specific.”

He applied some targeted pressure to her outer folds, using his knowledge of the engineering schematics to stimulate the right areas. Again, Serenity reacted strongly.

This time, her demeanor shifted. She shuttered under his intimae touch, her legs trembling and her hands shaking as she caressed his unshaven face more intently. In that moment, an entirely new aspect of her programming and functions took over.

“I want to have sex,” she said, as though it were a major revelation, “and I want to have it with you, Bryan Kyler.”

“I’d like that,” he replied with a beaming grin. “But I don’t want to simply test your understanding of human sexual function. I want to see if you can do this with passion. Because it’s passion that separates a willing partner from a loving companion.”

“A loving companion,” Serenity said while both arousal and intrigue. “Yes, I want that too. I want it more than my language protocols can articulate.”

“See? You’re already talking like an impassioned lover!”

Serenity laughed at his remark, which indicated another important actualization of her identity. She wasn’t just relating to a prospective companion. She was developing a personal rapport. Robot or not, it was a powerful connection and one Bryan followed to a more intimate expression.

They resumed their kissing and touching, going at it with a similar intensity as earlier. He began leading her to the bed. Along the way, he began undressing. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his pants. Serenity’s gestures intensified at the sight and feel of his exposed upper body. While Bryan didn’t consider himself the most attractive man in the world, he had a decent masculine physique. Being able to touch real, manly flesh triggered more reactions within Serenity, including the very sexual kind.

“Bryan…your body,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said as he awkwardly kicked off his pants.

“May I be the one to remove your underwear?” she asked. “My passions tell me this is something I seek.”

“Of course,” Bryan said graciously. “Sex works best when you’re naked, after all.”

She laughed again before following her passions even further. His pants now discarded, Bryan sat down on the foot of the bed and scooted back until he was sitting right in the center. Without strict direction – something most robots needed, even with advanced intelligence – she crawled up onto the bed with him.

Along the way, she reached for the hem of his underwear. Already, they were extra-tight. Seeing a naked woman, kissing her, and touching her really got his blood flowing in the right direction. He’d seen many beautiful robot companions before, but Serenity’s emerging understanding of passion only intensified his excitement. By the time she removed his underwear completely, he was already semi-erect.

“Wow,” she said upon seeing her first penis. “The male physique is quite appealing.”

“I want to say that’s your lust protocols in overdrive, but I’m not complaining,” Bryan said.

“May I touch it?” she asked with a hint of shyness.

“Sure!” he said. “I’ve touched your lady parts. It’s only fair that I let you touch my man parts.”

This time, she didn’t laugh. Instead, she narrowed her focus on his growing member. Not long ago, most men would’ve hesitated at letting a robot touch their dicks. He didn’t hesitate with Serenity and not just because he helped design and configure her systems. In her, he saw more than a robot who’d been configured for sex.

She made good use of both her database on male anatomy and her perfectly calibrated hands. She was very gentle, rubbing and stroking it with both hands. She smiled and admired it, seeing beauty where most would just see a naked man. It felt very good and not just physically. It didn’t take long for it to go from semi-hard to fully erect.

“It’s getting so big and hard,” she said.

“That means you’re doing something right,” Bryan teased.

She smiled and continued stroking his cock. She even threw in a light lick with her tongue, tapping some of her data on oral sex. Bryan certainly didn’t protest. He just leaned back on his arms and watched the beautiful robot woman caress his manhood with the utmost care.

She didn’t just look at as a means to an end. There was a hint of admiration and wonder in her eyes, as though she were gazing upon something of beauty. That mattered for a companion. There were robots capable of processing emotions, including feelings like love and lust. However, the act of admiring someone required something greater. Based on the way Serenity touched, he was convinced that she had it.

Eventually, her intimate stroking rendered him fully aroused. While still holding his member in both hands, she looked up him with longing eyes that revealed the extent of her arousal, as well.

“Bryan,” she said in a deep, impassioned tone, “I’d like to proceed with intercourse now.”

“That’s an overly formal way of saying you’re ready, but I’ll take it,” Bryan said with a humored grin.

“Would you feel better if I just said I want you to stick your cock inside my pussy? My database implies that would be more direct.”

“That’s okay, Serenity,” he told her. “You’ve made your point and you’ve made it with passion. That’s all that matters.”

Channeling some passion of his own, Bryan drew Serenity into another embrace. She let go of his cock and followed his intimate lead, crawling on top of him so that their naked bodies became perfectly enmeshed. He then kissed her softly, holding her in his arms as he rolled her over so that she laid flat on her back. Their lips lovingly entwined, he aligned his rigid manhood with her opening.

He could feel the extent of her arousal. She was very wet, a true testament to the team of female engineers who’d designed her synthetic flesh. They’d claimed they created the most efficient, realistic female genitalia ever. One even claimed it worked better than anything nature could produce. Never one to doubt his team, Bryan commenced the ultimate test.

With a simple thrust of his hips, he entered Serenity’s womanly depths with his manhood. The hot ecstasy that followed promises to raise the bar for robot companions.

“Ohhh Serenity!” Bryan gasped. “So hot and tight!”

“I feel it too. You’re inside me,” she said through gasps of her own. “It feels incredible!”

The line between synthetic and biology disappeared. He and Serenity were making love. That was the clear, unambiguous truth. It wasn’t a man fucking a robot. It wasn’t a robot having sex with a human. Those acts were basic. They were something people did with unfeeling machines and Serenity was not an unfeeling machine. She was a companion.

“Serenity,” Bryan said in a deepening daze, “you’re beautiful.”

Those words reinforced that truth as the sensual motions of sex took over. He kept it simple for Serenity’s first intimate experience, making love to her in the standard missionary position. He wasn’t too fast or slow with his movements, establishing a steady pace that maximized every thrust and emphasized skin-on-skin contact.

If her emotive expressions were any indication, his approach worked. He evoked a steady flow of blissful sensations, his touching and his movements stimulating her synthetic flesh as well as any lover could. Her reactions were as human as any woman experiencing the joys of sex. Her lower body shifted in accord with each motion, her toes curling in accord with each surge. She returned his intimate gestures with some of her own, affectionately trailing her hands down his back and shoulders with loving care.

It was a beautiful manifestation of passion. Their naked bodies moved together with harmonious rhythm. It did not come off as a man having sex with a robot in female form. They were two lovers enjoying an intimate moment. That was the essence of what made Serenity a companion.

“We’re doing it! We’re having sex. We’re making love,” she panted, her voice laced with new emotions. “It’s so…”

Her words trailed off, her advanced systems failing her. That was so fitting. Even an advanced robot with advanced intelligence could not put into words the breadth of this feeling. It further convinced Bryan that his team had once again raised the bar for companion. Serenity could’ve passed the test on that basis alone, but Bryan wasn’t finished.

“I know,” he whispered into her ear. “It still gets better!”

He meant that in the most literal sense. One of the key features of every companion his company made was the ability to achieve what they called a synthetic orgasm. The first sex robots only mimicked that experience. He tasked his team to make it real.

It had been a challenge, but his team of engineers once again came through. That meant tweaking some aspects of Serenity’s female anatomy. Most women didn’t achieve orgasm through penetrative sex. Every female engineer on his team made that abundantly clear. As such, they configured her flesh to have some extra nerves strategically placed inside her vagina in addition to those included on her clitoris.

They’d gone through a number of configurations during the beta testing portion. Bryan was about to confirm that they’d used that data wisely. In an effort to send Serenity over the edge, he shifted his body into a more upright position, pushed her legs farther apart, and stepped up the pace of their sex.

Before long, Serenity’s demeanor shifted once more. She was practically writhing on the bed, the sensations nearing that blissful crescendo.

“Yes! Ohhh yes!” the robot woman cried out. “I’m close! I’m about…to have…an orgasm!”

“That’s what I want for you,” Bryan told her. “That’s…what everyone wants…for their lover.”

He delivered the last round of thrusts. Once he sent her over the edge, he felt the inner muscles of her synthetic womanhood contract around his member. From there, the orgasmic process unfolded. It was every bit as theatrical as his lead female designer had boasted.

Serenity closed her eyes, arched her back, and curled her toes as the ecstasy washed over her. Her expression radiated joy and fulfillment. It never once came off as a robot just going through the motions. Her reaction was a direct result of what she felt and what se felt was incredible.

“A lover…a companion,” she gasped while her systems processed it.

“That’s right. This is what we seek to create,” he said, now hovering over her while he caressed her face.

“Yes. I see that now,” Serenity said with a beaming grin. “However, it is still incomplete.”

“Oh? How so?” Bryan asked.

“If you are my lover, then you too should experience orgasm,” she said, as though it were the most logical thing in the world. “And near as I can tell, you did not ejaculate inside me.”

Bryan chuckled somewhat at her crude, but accurate assessment. She laughed as well, seemingly aware of the implications in her words. Humor aside, it raised a relevant issue.

“You’re right. I didn’t,” he said. “How do you propose we rectify that?”

“Well, I’d like to get on top and ride your cock in a cowgirl position. I surmise that will help you orgasm,” she said, her eyes flashing to indicate she’d just probed her sexual database. “But if you have another preference, I’d be happy to help.”

“No, I think that’ll work fine,” said Bryan, laughing again.

“Very well,” Serenity said, her beaming smile never waning, “then let us complete our sex.”

She made it sound so formal, yet so seductive. Bryan wasn’t sure if that was part of her programming or if that was a sign at how advanced she’d become. Either way, he eagerly went along with her passionate whims.

She drew him into another deep kiss. She then shifted their bodies, rolling him over onto his back so that she was on top, straddling his waist. His manhood remained inside her still-throbbing pussy. He’d held back in the interest of making her first test satisfying, but he had desires of his own. He sought that same release. She sensed that and, taking a queue from his earlier approach, began the sexual dance.

“Relax, my lover,” Serenity told him in a caring, affectionate tone. “I’m going to do it nice and slow. I want you to have this. I want you to enjoy it.”

Now in a daze of his own, Bryan watched as she moved her hips and rocked her body in an erotic display that sent him further down the path of ecstasy. Serenity must have really analyzed her database on sexual positions and mechanics because she rode him with the skill of an experienced, dedicated lover.

She didn’t just work her womanhood along his length and let the hot tightness of female flesh do all the work. She was emotive with her gestures, pawing his chest and swaying her body as though it were a performance. It gave something personal to their intimacy, a feature that a robot could mimic, but not create.

What Serenity created through her steady, thorough movements was nothing short of amazing. As he admired the show, he held onto her hips and let the ecstasy come to him.

“Serenity…oohhh Serenity!” he moaned. “I’m getting close! I’m going to come! I’m going to…come!”

“Yes, my lover…my companion,” she said, leaning over and caressing his face.

Under her affectionate case, her hips still moving in accord with his, Bryan finally reached that special threshold. Then, he crossed it and the test could finally conclude.

It was as powerful and satisfying as any man could hope for. As soon as he felt his manhood tense in preparation for his release, Serenity ceased her movements and embraced him closer. Bryan buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her synthetic flesh as he moaned out in ecstasy at the feeling of his release.

It was intense.

It was hot.

It was ecstasy made real.

This was the ultimate feeling that he sought to pursue with robot companions. A sex robot could help anyone get a good orgasm, but only a robot companion could make it feel intimate, passionate, and fulfilling. As he soaked in the feeling, his biological flesh still entwined with Serentiy’s synthetic depths, he kissed her one more time on the lips to cap off the test. It was, by every measure and then some, a major success.

“You are an amazing companion, Serenity,” he told her.

“By default, that makes you an amazing creator, Bryan,” said Serenity with an affectionate smile.

“And you’ve got a sense of humor, too. That’s a nice bonus.”

“Something you can charge extra for, I suppose.”

They shared another laugh before kissing again and settling into the post-coital afterglow, which might as well have been a supplemental part of the test. Bryan withdrew his penis from her vagina, her flesh still warm and tender from their passion. Robot or not, flesh was still flesh and she lingered in their shared warmth.

As he caught his breath, she laid down next to him, curling up by his side and resting her head on his chest. She was still smiling, her eyes flashing briefly to indicate that there was still data to process. Based on everything they’d just experienced together, Bryan was certain that Serenity was ready.

“So what happens next?” she wondered. “I know what it means to be a companion. I know what it means to make love, share intimacy, and be affectionate. Where do I go from here?”

“Well, the hardest part is over. That, I can assure you,” Bryan said. “We’ve got all the data we need. We’re going to take some time to compile it. But for you, the only part you have to worry about is greeting your new companion.”

“I cannot wait to meet him, whoever he is,” Serenity said.

“You’ll be a great companion. That, I’m sure of,” he said to her. “In the meantime, just go into sleep mode. And when you wake up, you’ll be face-to-face with your new lover.”

“That sounds simple enough for me,” she said, already sounding like she was preparing for sleep. “I look forward to giving this man the love and intimacy he desires. But I feel compelled to ask…what about the women? According to my database, there are plenty of women in this world in need of companionship as well.”

Bryan just chuckled to himself. Already, Serenity was seeing the bigger picture. He and everyone else at Ideal Companions saw it too. They knew how they were going to make their mark in the world of sex, robots, and companionship. They did not intend to leave any part of the market unsatisfied.

“Don’t worry about that, Serenity,” Bryan assured her. “We’re going to take care of the women too.”

“You sound quite certain,” Serenity noted.

“Of course, I’m certain,” he said confidently. “After all, my wife is in charge of testing our male companions. And believe me…she’ll be every bit as thorough!”

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“The Final Initiation” A Sexy Short Story (For Halloween)

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Firstly, Happy Halloween! I hope everyone has a chance to enjoy the spooky festivities today. Whether it involves going to a sexy Halloween party or just handing out candy to hungry trick-or-treaters, there’s plenty of fun to be had. In the spirit of Halloween, I’ve written one more sexy short story to get everyone in the mood, among other things. Enjoy!

“It’s time.”

Allison Evelyn had been waiting to hear those words for nearly three years. They marked the final step in a process that began the day she made a fateful decision to run from a world in which she never belonged. Many parts of that process had been difficult, strenuous, and downright heartbreaking at times. Now, after all that struggles and strife, she stood on the cusp of her greatest reward to date.

“I’m ready,” Allison said in response, not even looking towards the source of the voice.

“Are you sure?” the male figure replied. “Once you enter the chamber, there’s no turning back.”

“I’m sure,” she said without hesitation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The man fell silent. Allison still didn’t look up to greet him, nor did she acknowledge him when he left the room. It was part of the process. She wasn’t allowed to see or identify the face of anyone involved. Even if she recognized the voice, she couldn’t put a name to it. This night and this moment was all about her.

The stage was set. The clock had just struck midnight on Halloween, a date she’d chosen for very personal reasons. She’d donned her ceremonial garb, which consisted of a black cloak and matching black panties. She’d been waiting patiently in a small room, illuminated only with incense candles and several tablet computers that played special music. She spent over an hour, meditating, praying, and preparing herself for what awaited her.

“I’m really doing this,” Allison said to herself. “I’m going to join the Order of Erotes.”

It had been a long journey, but the end awaited her. Tonight was her formal initiation into the Order and those involved in this secretive, tight-knit organization made it worth waiting for.

Rising up from her meditative state, Allison took one last deep breath. She gazed out a nearby window, which overlooked a stormy night sky and a restless landscape. She didn’t know specifically where she was. As part of the initiation, she’d been blindfolded after being picked up from her apartment and driven a half-hour to what the Order called their nexus site.

Near as she could tell, it was a small office building on the outskirts of the city. All the lights had been turned off. The doors had been locked and entire areas had been cleared for their secretive activities. According to some of her friends, the founder of the Order owned the building and several others like it. They even had a saying. The Order of Erotes was never far from private meeting space.

Initiations had to be especially private. They often occurred in basements or some other windowless room. There was a reason for that and Allison understood that reason better than most. Knowing she’d be a different person when the sun rose, she pulled her hood over her head and exited the room.

“She has chosen to partake in the initiation!” announced the same male figure from earlier. “Make way for her arrival.”

Allison still kept her head down, not making eye-contact with anyone she encountered. Again, there was a reason for that and that reason was about to become more important.

Upon walking out into a narrow hall, she was greeted by two rows of cloaked figures. They all wore attire similar to hers, but theirs were colored gray and decorated with the distinct symbols of the Order of Erotes. They all held up lit candles, which helped illuminate those symbols. In addition to their cloaks, they also wore special masks. Some depicted the faces of angels while others depicted demons. Only the one being initiated had to show her face.

“Make way. Make way. Make way,” they all chanted in perfect unison.

Allison nodded, hugging her cloak as she made her way down the hall. With each step she took, those she passed bowed their heads to acknowledge her initiation. Each figure varied in terms of height, age, and gender. She could probably surmise who some of them were, just by their physique. She chose not to. True to the process, they did nothing to identify themselves.

“Welcome, Allison Evelyn. Welcome,” they started chanting as she neared the end of the hall.

Her excitement grew. Her legs grew weak and her hands shook, even as she clung to her cloak. The revealing nature of her attire didn’t make it any easier. Wearing just a cloak with panties left her feeling cold in some areas and hot in others. It was overwhelming, but compared to where she’d come from, it was still an improvement.

As she approached her destination, Allison found herself recalling what had led her to this fateful night. She hadn’t been born into the Order of Erotes, like many of its members, nor had she sought it directly. In fact, she’d come from a very different world and a very different life. However, it was a life that never felt like it had been hers to live.

“This is my path…my choice,” Allison said under her breath.

Just uttering those words carried enormous personal meaning. She’d been born into a strict, conservative environment that centered around church, duty, and rigid moral standards. She was the sixth child, and the first girl, of a family that many saw as the greatest embodiment of those standards. The Evelyn family wielded great influence throughout the community, but only to a point.

That community was largely run by a council of elder male church leaders. They effectively dictated daily life for everyone, from the clothes they wore to the books they read to the times they went to bed at night. In their world, the state and federal laws that were supposed to give people some semblance of freedom didn’t apply. Their laws were the only ones that matter and while she’d followed them as much as anyone, something about them never felt right.

It didn’t help that women in that community were micromanaged to an extreme. They had little say in how they lived their lives. There was even an entire system in place to make sure that young girls didn’t spend too much time alone in a bathroom, lest they discover some “immoral inclinations,” as they called them. That didn’t stop Allison from making her share of discoveries, but that wasn’t what drove her away.

Even as a kid, she didn’t like being told what to do, but did it anyways because that was just what everyone was supposed to do. When she became a teenager, however, she became less inclined to go along with that system. It was around the same time she learned that teenagers get horny, curious, and passionate. She’d been told for years that this was immoral, but she never realized how powerful those feelings wore.

Then, found out how good they felt and how much she hated having others take that from her. That was where the Order of Erotes came in.

“We’re ready for you, Allison Evelyn,” came a collection of voices from behind a door at the end of the hall. “Please…join us, if you wish.”

Her mouth went dry and her hands trembled as she stood at the end of the hall, still feeling the eyes of so many focused on her. She still had a chance to turn back. A big part of the initiation revolved around choice. A member of the Order of Erotes had to choose their allegiance freely and willingly. By doing so, Allison would sever the last remaining ties to her old life.

She hadn’t forgotten how that life had attempted to make her decisions for her. She’d been told by her parents at a young age that they would pick a husband for her. They also told her what to expect from that arrangement. She was to be a loyal, obedient, dutiful wife. She was to serve him, please him sexually, and bear his children. While she’d gone along with it at first, like a good girl from an upstanding family, it never sat well with her.

Those reservations became painfully real when her mother told her what to expect on her wedding night. She’d been told sex was sacred, but sinful. It could only occur a certain way and that was the only way it could be both pleasurable and moral. What she hadn’t been told was how bad it could be when her husband was ugly, impotent, and utterly disinterested in her.

That was the first sign that everything she’d been told about sex, love, and duty was wrong. It certainly wasn’t the last, but it put her on the path that she was about to complete. Upon opening the door and entering the initiation chamber, as the Order called it, she finally chose something that felt right.

“Welcome, Allison,” a chorus of voices greeted. “Thank you for choosing us. Please, will you join us in the final initiation?”

“Yes! Yes, I will,” Allison said eagerly.

Walking into the initiation chamber was the antithesis of her wedding day. Upon taking her first step inside, two cloaked figures came behind her and closed the door. She was now locked in a windowless room, lit only by candles and special lamps, and occupied by approximately two dozen figures.

Like the ones Allison had encountered in the hall, each figure in the room wore a cloak and a mask. However, their cloaks were different in a few critical ways. They were all red and much looser than the others. As a result, she could see their legs, torsos, and arms. She still couldn’t see their faces through the mask, but she could tell they were all men and it, attractive men at that.

The room reeked of masculinity, deviance, and sexuality. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling at such a thought. It was the kind of thought that would’ve evoked dread, fear, guilt, and shame back where she came from. Now, it conjured a very different set of feelings. Those feelings led her to the center of the initiation chamber where one distinct figure awaited.

“Allison Evelyn,” he said in a deep, powerful voice, “step forth into the Circle of Eros, if you so choose.”

“Believe me, High Cleric…I choose,” Allison said, no longer hiding her eager smile.

A new strength found her. Having made her choice and entered the chamber, her hands stopped trembling. Her legs felt stronger instead of weaker. When she made her way to the center of the room, she felt a certainty she’d never felt back home. It further convinced her that she had made the right choice.

The center of the initiation chamber, also known as the Circle of Eros, was the heart of the Order’s initiation. Within that area was an elaborate setup that included six mounted candle stands, a queen-sized mattress draped in black sheets, and a five-sided pentagram that had been etched on the floor in chalk. It was the kind of setup that inspired nightmares in some, especially the people in her former home. For her, it was her hottest dream made real.

“Finally,” Allison said to herself, “a choice a truly desire.”

Her smile widened as she greeted the High Cleric, who was the most important figure in an initiation. Standing over the north end of the bed, his stature was distinct from the other men in the room, as was his attire. He wore a large black cloak that covered him heat to toe. He also wore a mask, but his was just a blank face. The only distinguishing feature that the eyes behind the mask had a distinct hue, almost as though they weren’t human.

When Allison felt those eyes narrow on her, she trembled again. However, it wasn’t out of anticipation this time. It was due to a more basic feeling.

“By entering this circle, you affirm that you’re giving yourself to the Order of Erotes,” the High Cleric said.

“Indeed, I affirm,” Allison said, his voice echoing through the room with uncanny power.

“In doing so, you open yourself to our power, passion, and prowess,” he added. “Swear to the Order that you accept.”

“I accept,” Allison said intently, leaving no shred of doubt in her words.

“Swear that you will honor the secrets, knowledge, and responsibilities of the Order. Swear that you will share in the benefits, privileges, and indulgences of the Order with all your passions. Swear to us through your body and soul!”

“I swear to the Order! I swear it with my body and soul.”

When she said those words, a hot gust swept through the room, which shouldn’t have been possible. The flame on the candles flickered brightly, filling the chamber in a fiery light. The High Cleric, his eyes now narrowed on her, revealed his gloved hand from within his cloak. Within his hand was a ceremonial chalice adorned with erotic imagery, the likes of which would’ve been scandalous back home. Seeing it signaled that the initiation had begun.

“Allison Evelyn…disrobe,” the High Cleric commanded. “Show us your body in all its beauty and glory.”

The young woman obliged with an eagerness that contrasted with who she used to be. Without shame or reservation, she pushed back her cloak, letting her long flowing hair fall freely. She then undid it and tossed it aside, revealing much of her body to the audience of masked men. Her face, breasts, and legs – the same parts of her body she’d once concealed in the name of modesty – were there for all to see.

Allison could already feel the men admiring what they saw. She admired it, as well. The body she had now was different than the one she had when she ran away from her isolated community. She hadn’t just grown into a shapely young woman. She’d actually put time and effort into her body, daring to enhance and improve upon her body. Such vanity was frowned upon back home. Beauty like hers was thought to evoke sinful thoughts. That notion wasn’t entirely wrong, but that didn’t make it any less misguided.

Emboldened by the lecherous looks of the men, Allison shed her black panties. She now stood completely naked, her butt and vagina fully visible under the fiery light. She’d even groomed herself in anticipation, as if to further distance herself from the world she escaped.

The world she’d entered was very different. In the Order of Erotes, the beauty of human flesh was not hidden, nor was it scorned. Instead, it was celebrated. It had taken time, effort, and strife to embrace that concept. The men in the room seemed to embrace it too. She could already see some of them getting aroused through their cloaks.

“Beautiful,” the High Cleric said in his admiring tone.

“Thank you, High Cleric,” Allison said. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“I have more than you think, my dear,” he said. “Lie down on the bed. You are ready for the next step…and so are the other clerics.”

“I’ve noticed that,” she said with a half-grin.

It was an indirect way of saying that the other cloaked men – also known as simple Clerics – had growing erections. Some attempted to conceal them within their cloaks. Others didn’t bother. Allison didn’t mind, either way. There would get plenty of opportunities to make use of them soon enough.

Having tossed her attire aside, the young woman laid down on bed. She made sure she was right in the center, which put her at the epicenter of the initiation chamber. In that area, the energy of the room was at its most concentrated. The light from all the candles seemed to coalesce around the area, as though it were guided by darker forces.

“Come, my fellow Clerics,” the High Cleric said. “Gather around our new consort. Shed your cloaks.”

They all obeyed. Without saying a word, they all shed their cloaks, they kept their masks on, but they wore nothing from the waist down. They hadn’t even been wearing underwear. Once the cloaks hit the floor, Allison found herself surrounded by nearly two dozen naked men.

They weren’t just ordinary, average men, either. They had the stature and muscle tone of trained athletes, bearing the masculine features that evoked a very basic reaction in any healthy heterosexual woman. Those features extended to their dicks, as well. Each man was exceptionally endowed, even by the standards of a woman who’d come from a very conservative community. It was a very lurid, yet very sensual seen.

“Beautiful,” Allison said, mirroring the words of the High Cleric. “So many wonderful men…so many passions to share.”

“And you shall share them,” the High Cleric told her. “That, I can promise you.”

As the other Clerics stood around the bed, many becoming more aroused at the sight of her naked body, the High Cleric stepped forth and held the decorative chalice over her. Then, just as another hot gust filled the room, he poured its contents onto her.

“By the power and passions ordained by the Order of Erotes, I christen your body and soul,” he said.

Allison remained perfectly still and watched as a pink, viscous fluid flowed from the chalice and splattered onto her naked body. He started at her chest, just between her breasts, and guided it up and down her torso. It quickly flowed out over her body, dripping down her sides and between her legs. As soon as it cascaded over her skin, it triggered a strong reaction.

“Oohhh! By the spirits of Erotes!” she moaned.

It was like a new energy flowing into her, imbuing her with passions and desires the likes of which exceeded that of any ordinary woman. The fluid itself had the consistency of Olive Oil, feeling hot and slippery to the touch. However, Allison knew from her time in the Order that there was much more to it.

The High Cleric had endowed it with special properties. Some came from the natural world. Some came from the realm of the supernatural. Together, they combined to induce a singular effect. It made her very horny.

“So hot!” Allison gasped. “My body…so hot.”

She could already feel her arousal manifesting. Her nipples became hard. An intense, moist heat formed between her legs. She hadn’t received the best in terms of sexual education, but she knew what an engorged vagina felt like. It was so intense she began shifting her legs and fondling her breasts, her body aching for sexual fulfillment.

“Please! In the name of Erotes…take me!” Allison said intently.

“Do you hear that, my Clerics?” the High Cleric said. “The spirit of Erotes has entered her. She longs for the fulfillment of her flesh…the fulfillment that the world denounces as illicit, immoral, and decadent. On this night, Halloween night, let us fulfill such longing!”

“Fulfill…embrace…in the name of Erotes,” the other Clerics said in unison.

The High Cleric stepped back from the bed, but not before casting her one last knowing gaze through his mask. Without saying a word, he told Allison what awaited her. Again, she showed no reservation or doubt. She just smiled at him with a gracious look, telling him to enjoy the show.

As soon as he was clear of the Circle of Eros, the other Clerics quickly gathered around the bed, surrounding her from all sides. Some were already fully aroused, stroking their dicks and gazing at her naked body with burning lust. Even through their masks, she could tell how much they wanted her.

She was the focus of their lust.

They all wanted to fuck her.

She wanted to fuck them too. More importantly, she wanted to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

“I’ll do every one of you,” she told them in a seductive tone. “Don’t hold back. Be as rough or as gentle as you wish. I want this. I want it so much!”

The masked men didn’t say a word. As per the traditions of the initiation ceremony, they had to let their actions do the talking. That was exactly what they did.

One bold Cleric got things going. Like a trained professional being called into action, he got on the bed and laid down on top of her. He must have been hornier than the rest because he already had a raging boner. Allison could hear him panting heavily with lust beneath his mask. That didn’t stop him from being diligent when he grasped her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and thrust his hips forward to enter her.

A surge of hot, intense sensations followed. It was really happening. This man, whose name she didn’t know and face she hadn’t seen, was having sex with her. His hard, manly flesh filled her hot womanly depths. It felt like the culmination of a long, arduous transition. Allison Evelyn was a new woman and it felt good to be that woman. It felt very good.

“Oohhh Erotes!” she cried out.

“The spirits hear you,” said the High Cleric. “I can too. They want to hear more!”

The masked man on top of her heeded that holy decree. Brimming with lust, power, and desire, he started moving his hips back and forth. Her body moved with his, their naked flesh gliding and grinding in an intimate heat. With each motion, she felt his member slither inside her, stimulating parts of her body that had once been taboo. It started slow, but the pace of their movements quickly escalated.

Grunts and moans soon filled the chamber. It was sex of the simplest kind. One man was on top of one woman, working his body with hers in a basic missionary position. Even with such simplicity, it worked. Allison felt a steady stream of pleasure. She even dared to supplement her masked lover’s efforts. She raked her nails down his back and dug the balls of her feet into his lower back, showing a sexual assertiveness that would’ve been scandalous back home.

“This is it. This is what I’ve been seeking. This feels…right,” Allison found herself saying as their sex unfolded.

Again, her thoughts drifted back to the world she came from. Specifically, she recalled the day after her wedding night.

She’d consummated the marriage that had been arranged between her and an older man. It hadn’t been very pleasurable, but she’d been assured that was normal. She had her doubts. On that morning, she’d taken an extra-long shower. For reasons that might have been fate or divine intervention, she masturbated until she had an orgasm, something she hadn’t gotten with her husband. That was the first time that something wasn’t right.

That same day, which also happened to be Halloween, Allison made a bold decision to make certain. That involved seducing and having sex with her husband’s younger brother, who just happened to be her age. They did it in a closet that had been lit with a single lightbulb. Despite it being cramped, quick, and grossly immoral by the standards of her community, it felt good. It felt so good that she could no longer trust what her parents, pastors, and teachers had told her about sex, love, or anything.

It led to a major scandal once word got out that she cheated on her husband. They tried to make her repent. Allison refused. When it became clear that they weren’t going to listen, she ran away. Had she not found the Order of Erotes, she would’ve been in a terrible situation.

Now, here she was, joining a community that was the polar opposite of the one she’d come from. She was naked, on her back, and having sex with a masked man before an audience of eager onlookers. The fact it felt so good confirmed that she’d made the right decision.

“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes!” Allison exclaimed. “Spirits of Erotes…I’m coming!”

“Hear her, spirits!” the High Cleric proclaimed. “Hear this woman’s ecstasy!”

Allison made sure she was extra vocal for those spirits. She achieved orgasm so quickly that she seemed to surprise the masked man on top of her. He steadied the pace of his movements, elevating his body slightly so that she could squeeze her breasts when she climaxed. When it hit, she threw her head back, curled her toes, and let every spirit of every realm know how much she loved sex.

“I think the spirits heard you, my dear,” the High Cleric said with a bit of humor.

Some of the other Clerics laughed as well. Allison barely heard any of them. She was too busy soaking in the ecstasy.

It was like a ball of fire that flared into a raging firestorm. It started in her core and erupted in all directions, sending ripples of bliss coursing through every nerve. She was so theatrical with her orgasm that even the man on top of her had to tighten his embrace on her, just to keep her from getting too erratic. She showed her appreciation by laughing and kissing his mask.

“Go on. Share in the spirit with me!” Allison whispered into his ear.

The masked man replied only with an eager grunt, but he clearly got the message. While she continued soaking in the pleasure, he kept hammering away, pushing towards an orgasm of his own. When he achieved it, he let out a deep, manly grunt that filled the chamber almost as much as her euphoric cries.

“Mmm…your spirit,” she purred. “I feel it!”

That was a colorful way of saying she felt him come inside her. He was less animated than her, but he still put on a show for the others. She could sense his dick throbbing inside her as he released his load of manly fluid. She found herself pawing his chest, feeling his masculine sinews as he shared in the pleasure. That idea of intimacy being shared and free, driven by desire rather than duty, made the feeling even more profound.

It also left her hungry for more. Thankfully, the other Clerics had been watching intently. Many had gotten fully aroused by such an erotic sight. Some were already stroking their dicks in anticipation.

“So many strong, handsome men. So many hard, throbbing cocks,” Allison said as she looked around at them.

“They’re all here for you, if that is what you desire,” the High Cleric said.

“Believe me, High Cleric. I desire them. I desire all of them!”

“Then, by all means…fulfill those desires.”

After that, the initiation ceremony became less a ritual and more a free-for-all. Hot sex with one man had just been the appetizer. Now, the buffet was open.

As soon as the first Cleric withdrew from her and slipped off the bed, three more came in to take his place. The first thing they did was turn her over so that she was on all fours. Next, one Cleric got behind her, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust his cock into her pussy, which was still dripping with various sexual fluids. As he began rocking her body with more sex, the other two Clerics got in front of her and angled their dicks at her face, inviting her to taste them. She accepted their invitation eagerly.

The sex that followed wasn’t so simple. While getting fucked from behind, she hungrily sucked the dicks of the two men in front of her. Allison wasn’t shy or reserved about it, either. She licked, suckled, and enveloped their throbbing flesh between her lips as though they were her favorite treat. Oral sex had been another taboo that her old teachers had railed against. It wasn’t always forbidden, but it was supposed to be something that a woman only did to arouse her husband. She couldn’t possibly enjoy it.

Again, they were wrong. Allison enjoyed it. She enjoyed it almost as much as the men she sucked off.

“Mmm…spirits of Erotes,” they both chanted, their voices muffled by the masks.

Their reactions only made her suck and stroke them harder. It helped her get them both off with an efficiency that even surprised the High Cleric. When the first one came, he grabbed the side of her head and gasped as he shot his load right down her throat. Allison made it a point to swallow every drop. When the second one came, he pulled out and sprayed his manly load all over her face. As if to tease him, she gathered up the fluid with two fingers and licked it up.

The High Cleric was even more impressed.

“The spirit is strong in her, indeed,” he said.

Her oral sex skills got the other Clerics waiting in the wing more excited. Just as she finished with the first two, two more took their place. Some tried to shove their way to the front, eager to indulge with her. She cast them grins that were both reassuring and seductive.

“Be patient, you handsome studs. You’ll all get your turn!” she told them.

Shortly after Allison said those words, the man fucking her pussy from behind climaxed. He barely finished depositing his load into her womanhood before another man shoved him aside and took his place. In short order, she was being fucked again by another Cleric. She climaxed again soon after. While not quite as theatrical as the first, the fresh surge of ecstasy left her wanting more.

“Oohhh yes! More! I desire more!” Allison cried out.

“And more, you shall have,” the High Cleric proclaimed.

Her body and her world rocked. On one end, a well-endowed man vigorously pumped his cock into her pussy. On the other, at least two equally endowed men took turns receiving oral sex from her. They got to fulfill their desires. She got to indulge in hers. It was a well-oiled machine of indulgence and she was the fuel that kept it going.

Allison remained on her hands and knees for a while, satisfying as many men as she could with her mouth and her pussy. At one point, a Cleric grew even bolder and thrust his cock into her ass. That triggered a strong reaction, causing her to gasp briefly at the sharp sting that followed. Her body quickly adjusted. That brief discomfort turned into yet another source of pleasure.

It was yet another forbidden source intimacy by the standards of her former home. Once again, those standards were wrong. Like so many other feelings she’d experienced since joining the Order of Erotes, the sensations she had been told were so wrong felt so good. It emboldened her to seek more of it.

“Oohhh spirits!” she moaned. “My soul…my body…every hole…take me!”

A chorus of grunts from the other Clerics told her the spirits had listened. Her desires – the same desires she’d been told were wrong, immoral, and sinful – were going to be fulfilled in the utmost.

As the initiation chamber became thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and decadence, the indulgence took many forms. Now that Allison had shown a fondness for anal sex as well, more Clerics got in on the ceremony. They guided her body into multiple positions, taking her from multiple angles.

In one, she was on her side with a Cleric fucking her ass from behind while another pumped his cock between her tits.

In another, she was on her back again with one Cleric on top of her and two more at her side, taking turns getting oral sex.

In another, she was on top of a Cleric, riding his dick while another fucked her ass in an act of simultaneous penetration. That earned her an especially strong orgasm, but it did little to slow her down.

On top of the humping, there were plenty of other intimate gestures. As her naked body rocked in accord with theirs, a sea of hands reached in to caress her naked flesh. Some fondled her breasts while others squeezed her butt. A few even reached in and fondled her clitoris, demonstrating more knowledge of female anatomy than anyone in her hometown in the process. It was never rough or greedy. At times, it was downright affectionate.

It was as though they wanted her to enjoy it, just as much. That shouldn’t have been such a radical notion, but by the standards and taboos she’d come form, it was.

“Take her…embrace her…touch her,” the High Cleric said. “Don’t just satisfy her desires. Make her feel desired.”

Every masked Cleric took that order seriously. They didn’t just fuck her like some horny animal in heat. They went out of their way to share in the experience. In response, Allison returned the favor by putting in the same effort.

One-by-one, she had her way with every Cleric. She quickly lost count of how many she’d fucked, but she was fairly certain she’d got them all off at least once. Whether it was by fucking her pussy, her ass, or receiving oral sex, they all got to fulfill their desires. She got off multiple times in the process. No matter how decadent it got, it never felt like anything more than people enjoying the rich pleasures of the flesh. It perfectly reflected the spirit of Order of Erotes.

“Love…lust…pleasure…beauty…flesh…all balanced. All in harmony,” the High Cleric said. “What others repress, we celebrate. Tonight, on Halloween, we all celebrate!”

A round of cheers echoed from within the grunts and moans of Allison’s initiation. She would’ve cheered too if she hadn’t a cock in her mouth. She didn’t have to because she was the catalyst for the celebration. By joining the Order of Erotes, she contributed to that balance.

The steady procession of sex acts continued. Allison pushed her desires and her endurance far past the limits that a lifetime of repression had imposed. The flames from the candles burned brightly and the room echoed with the moans, pants, and grunts of their decadent activities. As new limits caught up with her, the pace and intensity of the sex settled.

By the time she’d had her way with every Cleric, her hair was a mess. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat and sexual fluids. She was panting heavily, but even after that last orgasm, a look of contentment never left her face.

“So this is what it feels like…to be satisfied,” Allison gasped as one more Cleric climaxed with her. “Completely…and utterly…satisfied.”

The Cleric on top of her let out one last grunt of his own as he came too. At that point, both she and the other Clerics had gotten their fill of indulgence. Most of the Clerics were already off to the side of the room, catching their breath and watching the rest of the spectacle. After that last Cleric slipped off the bed, she was the only one left.

Lying naked atop the ruffled sheets, literally glowing with sex under the light of the cancels, Allison felt like both a goddess and a demon. She felt like the living embodiment of the spirits of Erotes. What she just did was right and wrong on so many levels, but that didn’t make it any less satisfying.

“Allison Evelyn,” the High Cleric said, his voice echoing with a divine authority, “your initiation is complete.”

“And what an initiation it was!” she said, already sounding like a new woman.

The last Cleric exited the Circle of Eros, leaving her alone in the center of the chamber. With the rest of the Clerics watching, each looking just as satisfied after having their way with her, the High Cleric approached the bed.

He was still completely shrouded. For all Allison knew, he was a demon or some sort of otherworldly creature. He could’ve been the devil himself behind that mask. Whoever he was, his gaze marked the completion of a long, arduous journey.

The world Allison came from was so restrained. Even the larger world around it championed restraint, reservation, and passivity. Order, abstinence, and propriety were championed. Indulgence, decadence, and ecstasy were discouraged. However, those discouraged feelings were what made life fulfilling. For Allison, who’d been denied such fulfillment, the Order of Erotes gave her an opportunity. She simply seized it.

“Welcome to the Order, Allison,” the High Cleric said. “From this day forward, your body and soul are welcome. May your every need and desire be met through our shared power.”

“Thank you, High Cleric,” she said gratefully. “I promise to honor that power responsibly…especially on Halloween!”

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“My Guardian Vampire” A Sexy Short Story (With Sexy Vampires)

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The following is another sexy short story in the spirit of Halloween. My previous story included demons. This one has vampires. Yes, I know vampires have had a mixed reputations for reasons I don’t think I need to recount. I’m banking that enough time has passed for people to give them another chance at being sexy. I hope this story helps with that effort. Enjoy!

The darkest nights often reveal someone’s greatest vulnerabilities. It was easy to be brave, bold, and daring in broad daylight. Anyone could present themselves to the world as something greater than what they were. They might even convince a significant number of people. However, when they laid in bed at night, alone and in the dark, their greatest fears often caught up with them.

Howard Hunley knew those fears better than most. He’d lived most of his life dreading such dark nights. Unlike most men, his fears were justified. He was the son Max Hunley, also known as Main Man Max, one of the most infamous henchmen of the Blood Moon Cartel. He’d lived his entire live as a target and for the first nine years of it, he handled it as well as any kid could. If anything, he had less to fear than most because his father was so respected.

That all changed when he was targeted by an ambitious rival. In one fateful night, which happened to be on Halloween, a hit squad stormed his family beach house and slaughtered almost their entire family. They thought they got them all, but he and his father miraculously survived. From that day forward, his life changed, as did his fears.

“We’ll never feel safe again, son…especially in the shadows,” his father often told him.

Those words had echoed in Howard’s mind ever since that fateful day. His father kept him from seeing the dead bodies of his mother, his older brother, and his sister, but there was no hiding the truth.

His father’s life destroyed his family. It came very close to destroying him, as well. In a moment that radically changed the course of his life, Main Man Max turned himself into federal authorities. In exchange for entry into the witness protection program, he offered his testimony and knowledge of the Blood Moon Cartel. He claimed that his primary motivation was protecting his only remaining child, but Howard knew the truth.

He was scared too.

He would always be scared.

No matter where they went or how far they ran, they would always be vulnerable.

In his youth, Howard resented his father for putting him and their family in such a position. Over time, however, he came to admire him. He watched as his father sacrificed everything, willingly going into hiding for the sake of what he had left.

There was only so much that he and witness protection could do. Howard went by a new name, Jason Jermaine Ramon. He was relocated to a small town over a thousand miles away from the home he knew. He’d even managed to make the most of that life, going to school there and eventually training to be an EMT with the local fire department. Instead of taking lives, like his father, he saved them.

Even with this life, Howard never felt self, especially on Halloween. It was usually the night when he locked all his doors, barricaded his bedroom, and just waited for the night to end. That all changed a few years ago when he encountered a beautiful creature named Adelia.

“Good night, guys! Happy Halloween,” Howard said to his co-workers at the station as he completed his shift.

“Later, Jason!” said Darian Drummond, a close friend of his. “You sound excited. Got any special Halloween plans?”

“You could say that,” he replied coyly as he got into his car.

“You said that last year too. Are you ever going to tell us about them…or her, for that matter?”

“Sorry, Darian. But if I told you, then those plans wouldn’t be as special, would they?”

His friend laughed and shook his head. He had no idea how astute his comments were. However, he was only partially right about why his Halloween plans were special. There was a much larger part that he’d never believe.

After waving goodbye, Howard drove off. His home was less than a 10-minute drive, but he couldn’t get there fast enough. The sun was just setting. Various Halloween festivities were just about to begin. He had some festivities of his own, but none of them involved candy, costumes, or parties.

“I know you’re waiting for me, my loving guardian,” Howard said under his breath. “I’m on my way. I have your favorite treat…and then some.”

As he drove through the evening traffic, he looked to the small cooler in the passenger’s seat of his car. It was a special container he got from the local clinic. It was specifically designed to hold donated blood in plastic pouches. He often used it in his work as an EMT, but tonight, he used it to store a packet of his own blood that he’d taken earlier that day.

He did it off-hours and without permission, but it was for a good reason…an intimate, personal reason.

“Howard…my blood mate…my love,” said a soft voice within his head. “I sense you. I’m waiting.”

Howard’s smile widened and he drove faster, running a couple of stop signs to get home faster. That voice in his head echoed with the same alluring tone that had made the past several Halloween nights feel completely different. It wasn’t just in his head, either. Hearing that voice so clearly helped remind him that Adelia wasn’t just the one who helped him appreciate Halloween again. She was a creature not of this world.

Specifically, Adelia was a vampire.

“Blood mates,” Howards said to himself as his house came into view, “you make it sound so intimate.”

“That’s because it is, my dear,” said the voice, still echoing within his head. “It is one of the most intimate terms of endearment that a vampire can use.”

“And you use it with me,” he said out loud. “I wish I had better terms for a woman like you.”

“You don’t need them. Take it from someone older than this town. Words can never truly capture a love like ours.”

His heart skipped a beat. He sensed that excited her. It might have been a signal to all vampires that they’d found a special specimen, so to speak. It just as easily could’ve been his emotions running high on Halloween.

It was so fitting, if not poetic. The one person who had given new meaning to Halloween was a vampire. Most people didn’t even think vampires were real. Even those that did had incredibly flawed assumptions about them. The many myths, folklore, and fairy tales surrounding vampires had fueled many misconceptions, some of which were intentional.

It took Howard a while to learn the truth, but it turned out to be more compelling than any lore. Most vampires were not the cruel, blood-thirsty monsters that traditional stories made them out to be. Some aspects were true.

They drank blood.

They burned easily when exposed to sunlight.

They didn’t age beyond a certain point.

They were stronger, faster, and more durable than an ordinary human.

They could become invisible, hiding in the shadows.

They could communicate telepathically with each other and non-vampires to a limited extent.

Other details were pure fiction. They didn’t have an aversion to garlic, crucifixes, holy water, or wooden stakes. They also didn’t turn into bats or look like some sort of goblin creature. Most looked perfectly normal when walking down a street. They could even retract their fangs.

“We’re still human…just a different kind of human,” Adelia had told him on more than one occasion.

That was the most important aspect of real vampires and one that vampire lore often overlooked. They were human. Specifically, they’d all been human at one point. They became vampires through an arduous process that Adelia described as Blood Genesis. She specifics were vague, but it was something that only a handful of people could survive. Those that did enjoyed the many benefits of being a vampire, but it still came at a cost.

The biggest part of that cost was the need to drink blood. It wasn’t out of malice or bloodlust, either. A vampire’s biology had to operate at such a high level to achieve its many benefits. As a result, blood was necessary. They could eat traditional food, but that only gave them a fraction of the nutrients they needed. Blood was necessary. Without it, they died of malnutrition.

“There’s nothing supernatural about it…not entirely,” she’d also told him. “We want to live, love, and prosper like everyone else. It’s just trickier for us.”

That was an understatement. Like every other vampire, Adelia needed to secure a steady supply of blood, which wasn’t easy. Contrary to traditional vampire lore, hunting and killing humans was not their first instinct. Some vampires went that route. They usually didn’t survive for very long. Beyond killing a steady source of blood, Murder and violence tended to draw attention, which often ended with a vampire being hunted by humans and shunned by other vampires.

Most vampires survived by simply finding humans who were willing to donate their blood willingly and compensating them for it. It was no different than any other market, except that it was largely done in secret. Most of the time, the compensation involved money or resources. When Howard first encountered Adelia, that was the arrangement they sought. It just blossomed into something more.

“I’m home, my blood mate,” Howard said upon pulling into the driveway of his small, unassuming house.

“I’m waiting,” Adelia replied through their telepathic link. “Halloween is upon us and I’m ready to start to festivities!”

“So am I.”

With growing excitement, Howard turned off his car engine and retrieved the canister containing his blood pouch. He couldn’t make it through his front door fast enough. In the past, he’d been so paranoid about returning home, even after going into witness protection. He used to check the windows and doors, looking for signs of forced entry. Since Adelia entered his life, he had no such fear.

Upon entering, he was greeted with the sight he’d been waiting for since last Halloween. Lying there on his couch, wearing nothing but simple set of bra and panties, was his vampire lover. Even in the dim light of a full moon, she looked so radiant.

“Good evening, my handsome stud. I take it you come bearing treats,” she said seductively.

“Speak for yourself,” Howard said jokingly. “No elaborate Victorian lingerie this time?”

“Not tonight, my dear. There are plenty of nights for something elaborate and kinky. This is not one of them…and you already know damn well why.”

There was a seriousness in her voice to go along with the sexiness. Adelia didn’t need any vampire-powered telepathy to know that. When she got up from the couch and approached him, she did so with a sense of caring and compassion in her eyes. It was not a look most would associate with a vampire, but Howard knew it was genuine.

Taken by her stunning beauty and vampiric grace, he was drawn to her presence. He kicked the door shut, not even bothering to lock it, like he once did with obsessive scrutiny. They eventually met in the middle of his living room. He still wore his EMT uniform while carrying the container full of blood. With nothing but underwear on, she affectionately embraced him.

“This night will always be a hard night for you,” Adelia said to him. “You’ve handled it well, lately. You even joke about it from time to time. But I can still sense how much it bothers you.”

“It’s not like I hide it that well,” Howard said a tone as serious as it was sincere.

“I don’t need to be a vampire to see the signs, but you don’t have to hide it from me. I became your blood guardian because you craved greater safety as much as I craved blood. But I only became your blood mate when I learned why that safety means so much to you.”

It was a powerful reminder and one Howard still needed, even after building such a successful life for himself. Adelia gave him another as she deepened their embrace, wrapping her arms around him securely and kissing him softly on the lips.

Her touch was so warm. That was another misconception about vampires. They were not cold, animated corpses. Their bodies were actually warmer than most humans. It was an unavoidable byproduct for having such immense abilities. Their unique biology required more activity, as Adelia. It made their touch hotter than most. It didn’t just provide warmth on a brisk fall night. It got his blood flowing in ways few things could.

“I haven’t forgotten, Adelia,” he told her as soon as the kiss parted.

“I still enjoy reminding you,” Adelia said with a light grin. “But on a night like tonight, I like being more thorough than usual.”

“Then, it’s a good thing I brought extra,” Howard said, holding up the container. “If you’re going to be thorough, especially on Halloween, you need your strength.”

Adelia’s grin widened and she kissed him again. She then took the container and opened it, revealing a large pack of blood that he’d donated earlier that day. It already had a special tube connected to the top, acting like an extra-long straw. He’d prepared it with her in mind. With one arm still securely around his neck, she eagerly put her lips to the tube and drank it.

In doing so, Howard watched with a mix of awe and affection as his vampire lover drank. It never ceased to amaze him, how a vampire could be so energized by a fresh dose of blood. While they weren’t always pale or thin, it was easy to tell when a vampire hadn’t fed in a while. When they ingest blood, they radiated more heat. Their eyes also became bloodshot, becoming more excited and focused. Adelia described it a shot of adrenaline mixed and a surge of awareness.

“Mmm…I can literally taste your love, my blood mate,” she told him telepathically.

“All the more reason to drink up,” Howard said, holding her closer to further encourage her.

Vampires didn’t need added incentive to gorge on fresh blood, but they were at their strongest when they did. It was in that moment, watching Adelia feed while being in her embrace, that Howard felt the safest. Having been on the run from his father’s enemies all his life, it was a special feeling.

He didn’t intend for it to be special and neither did Adelia. When she came to him several years back, having found him huddled in his room with shotgun on Halloween night, she only offered him protection. Being a vampire, nobody could watch out for him in the darkness like her. All he had to do was regularly share his blood. Having been so desperate, it seemed like a fair trade. They just ended up getting more out of it than either of them expected.

As soon as she finished the last drop of blood, her eyes were blood red and her exposed skin radiated with renewed energy. Howard could already feel it flowing into him. It got his heart racing, among other things. Being so close to her, a beautiful female vampire with his blood now flowing inside her, stirred in him those special passions that once felt impossible, especially on Halloween.

“It’s official. I’m full,” Adelia said playfully as she tossed the empty blood pack aside.

“Is that all you are, my love?” Howard teased.

“Not in the slightest,” she laughed. “A fresh dose of blood makes any vampire feel lively. But a dose from the blood of a lover…”

“Makes you horny…really, really horny.”

“I was going to say impassioned, but if we’re ignoring my Victorian sensibilities…”

Her words trailed off. Howard chose to shut up too. He knew what came next and it didn’t involve giving candy to trick-or-treaters. Having nourished her vampiric body and surrounded him in her protective embrace, a different kind of Halloween spirit took over.

She threw her arms around him once more. She also jumped up into his arms, hooking her legs around his waist and pressing her underwear-clad body against his. They kissed again, this time with more passion and fervor. More heat from her unique body flowed into him, exciting him in ways that defied even more of those Victorian sensibilities.

“Take me, my blood mate. Take me to your bed!” Adelia said to him telepathically, their lips still entwined.

Rather than words or thoughts, Howard answered with actions. With his vampire lover securely in his arms, holding her up by her heart-shaped butt, he carried her up the stairs and into his master bedroom. Upon entering, he found out that Adelia had made preparations.

“Wow! You’ve been busy,” he said, still holding her in his arms.

“I tried not to overdo it, but…” Adelia said, allowing her words to trail off in a seductive tone.

“It’s perfect,” said Howard. “Hell, I think I need this.”

That might have been his passions overshadowing his brains, but that didn’t make the sentiment any less true. The room had been decorated with Halloween décor, including orange curtains on his windows, fake spider-webs around the lamps, and an array of orange candles that created a sexy, yet festive ambience. It was even more elaborate than last year, which had been the first time he’d even dared to be festive on Halloween. This year felt even more special.

Adelia made it okay to celebrate this solemn day for him. She even dared to make it fun. He shared in that feeling as he continued following their shared passions. His excitement escalating by the minute, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down with the utmost care. With their lips still entwined, he shed his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks before joining her.

It brought his skin into contact with hers. For a vampire’s lover, it was the point of no return. Feeling their extra-warm flesh, especially after having fed on blood, was like tapping into an unknown well of energy. It got every part of his body operating at a high level. His mind raced as fast as his heart. The simple act of making out with Adelia left him both captivated and aroused to the utmost.

That naturally extended to his lower body, as well. He could already feel his dick becoming fully erect, creating a noticeable bulge in his boxers. Adelia once joked that vampires were natural aphrodisiacs. They could evoke such a powerful reaction in others through simple touch. Even if it was supposed to just get blood flowing for feeding, the secondary effects were just as useful.

“Mmm…you do need this,” Adelia said, their lips briefly parting.

“I’m not afraid anymore,” Howard said as he hovered on top of her, caressing her face. “Thanks to you, I can enjoy a night like this. And I’d like to show my gratitude, as only a blood made can.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, as though she didn’t already know.

“Lie back, spread your legs, and enjoy the smell of pumpkin incense while I show you!”

She laughed joyously, an act few would associate with real vampires. Howard had come to love hearing her make such noises. It further motivated him to evoke more of them.

His vampire lover did as he asked, lying back in the middle of the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets in anticipation. While she maintained her playful demeanor, Howard’s actions became more focused and serious. He started by kissing down her face and neck, tasting the heated flesh that was now so freshly nourished.

As he trialed his lips downward, feeling more of her warmth flow into him, he skillfully unclasped her bra and freed her ample breasts. He took a moment to bury his face between them, immersing himself in her cleavage. It got Adelia laughing more. It also got her more aroused.

“Oohhh, Howard! I’m loving this plan of yours,” she told him through her laughter.

“It gets better,” Howard said, sounding dead serious.

He continued his oral trek down her exposed flesh, giving each nipple a nice lick to further her arousal. While she writhed from the sensations that followed, he stealthily grasped the sides of her panties. Her arousal really showed. Like a reflex, she lifted her hips so she could remove them.

“Off! Get my panties off!” Adelia urged.

Howard eagerly obliged. He also stepped up the timetables of his teasing. Vampires were not known for their patience. Given their age and lengthy lifespan, that was understandable. Adelia was more patient with him than most, but he never kept her waiting for long.

Upon tossing her panties across the room, rendering his vampire lover completely nude, Howard quickly made his way towards her inner thighs. He could already feel a moist heat radiating from her womanhood. Adelia once told him that when a vampire got horny, their genitals became supercharged by the rapid flow of blood. She’d never gone into specifics, but the results spoke for themselves.

“So hot and wet,” Howard said distantly, “it smells delicious.”

“Speak for yourself, my mortal stud,” Adelia quipped.

He cast her a humored grin, but he remained as serious as ever. Placing his hands on her thighs, he pushed her legs apart, clearing the path for him. Then, he buried his face in her pussy and began giving her oral sex

“Oohhh, Howard!” Adelia cooed in delight. “I consume you…you consume me…I love it!”

It was oddly poetic. She was a vampire who drank his blood. He was her lover who ate her pussy out. It would’ve been funny if the passions weren’t so real.

Her intimate flesh tasted as good as any Halloween candy. She once joked that vampire pussy aged like fine wine. Having gorged on hers many times, he knew it was no joke. She was so hot and moist, radiating with a sensual energy that defied description. He used his tongue to probe her depths, feeling his way around her most sensitive areas. Vampire women seemed to have a lot of those when they were horny. It made his job easier, but no less rewarding.

It also intensified the same side-effects that had given him a throbbing erection. Whether by some strange spiritual energy or some mysterious properties of vampire flesh, it left him so aroused that his patience waivered as well. While still lapping his tongue over her outer folds, he shed his boxers and threw them aside.

At that point, his plan to express his gratitude was complete. Now, the true Halloween festivities could begin. After giving her pussy one last tease with his tongue, he rose up and crawled back on top of her.

“Adelia,” Howard said as he gazed into those blood-red eyes of hers. “You protect me, love me, and trust me. What you mean to me…what you’ve done for me…even thoughts aren’t enough.”

“That’s how I know your love is real,” she told him as she lovingly caressed his face. “When even a vampire’s telepathy can’t process it, you know it’s special.”

“I know it’s not easy. I sure don’t make it easy, given the circumstances of my life.”

“Having lived multiple lifetimes, I understand more than most. That’s what makes it even more special!”

“That also makes it worth celebrating…tonight…on Halloween.”

“You and your vampire lover,” Adelia said with another playful laugh. “I cannot think of anything more fitting.”

This time, he laughed with her. The laughter gave way to a deep kiss. As their lips became entwined, their bodies followed suit. Adelia eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, her vampire strength showing every step of the way. Howard skillfully aligned his body with hers, guiding his erect manhood towards her waiting womanhood.

Finally, through a simple movement of hips, he entered her. The shared heat of their bodies became one. The unique features of a vampire woman and a human man supplemented one another in a fateful moment on a wonderfully appropriate night. They were really doing it. They were making love on Halloween.

“My lover…my blood mate.”

That passionate mantra echoed in their minds, shared through telepathic thoughts and reinforced through intimate actions. After soaking in the heat of their union, Howard set the tone for his vampire lover. He began moving his hips, establishing a rhythmic flow to their lovemaking. With him on top of her, their naked skin grinding together with each motion, the intimate energy quickly intensified.

It led to more elaborate forms of lovemaking. Together, they rolled around on the bed, their naked bodies shifting and adjusting in accord with their passion. At one point, Adelia was on top of him, riding his cock. At another, he laid her on her side and spooned her from behind. Vampires were known for their sexual prowess and stamina. What was less known was how it seemed to empower their mortal lovers.

Blissful moans and gasps soon filled the room, coupled with plenty of kissing and caressing. Even though vampires were naturally durable, Howard was often careful and tender with Adelia. They still enjoyed their share of rough sex, but a night like tonight demanded something more personal. The focus was on the love they’d forged and not just the intimate benefits it had inspired.

True to that spirit, he and Adelia willingly lost themselves in the passion and pleasure. They worked up a healthy sweat, which had since covered their naked bodies. In the soft candlelight, it further added to the sensual ambience. It helped make every undulating motion so smooth and seamless. It also brought them to the brink of orgasm with almost supernatural ease.

“Howard, my blood mate!” Adelia cried “Make love to me! Give me your love! Please…I’m so close!”

“Me too, Adelia. Me too!” Howard said with focused grunts.

For that final push, they returned to the simple missionary position in which they’d began. It might have been the old European traditionalist in Adelia, but that was the one she preferred. It was also the one that allowed him to go the extra mile for his lover.

He stepped up the pace for the final push, digging his feet into the bed and tightening his grip on her hips. Adelia did her part too, raking her nails down his back and locking her legs together in anticipation. He could feel the pulsating heat in her pussy around his cock, preparing for that magical release. When she finally got it, a special ecstasy consumed them both.

“Ohhh bloody yes!” she cried out.

Her naked body trembled.

The bed shook violently under the force of their movements.

Howard took her hands in his, closed his eyes, and awaited a feeling that only a vampire’s lover could appreciate.

“Oh Adelia…I feel it too.”

That wasn’t just a romantic sentiment. It was another side-effect/bonus that came along with vampire intimacy. When she climaxed, he didn’t just sense it in the form of her inner muscles contracting around his cock. He literally experienced part of her release, thanks to her telepathic talents.

It was like plugging into a hidden source of power and pleasure. Hot waves of heavy sensation washed over them both, inundating them with intense feelings of raw ecstasy. It was more than enough to get him to climax as well, his throbbing member shooting off inside her with his own release. It extended the orgasmic process even more, allowing Adelia to share his pleasure as well.

“Mmm…I never get tired of that,” she moaned.

“Me neither,” Howard said with a beaming smile.

They remained in an intimate embrace, their eyes lovingly locked onto one another as they soaked in the feeling. With vampires, simultaneous orgasms were the norm and not the exception. Adelia said that, while vampires couldn’t have children, they still had plenty of use for sex. By mixing it with their telepathic skills, they could create a special experience the likes of which no two humans could ever know.

From an evolutionary standpoint, it gave vampires something else to exchange with mortal humans in exchange for blood. From a personal standpoint, it created a whole new level of intimacy. Adelia told him that it was mostly shared among other vampires. It kept them close-knit and united in their struggle to survive. Few ordinary humans could handle it. Howard was one of those select few. It was yet another sign that their love was special.

As they shared in that special feeling, Howard kissed his vampire lover once more. Their intimate flesh parted, but the sensual heat between them had never burned brighter.

“I love you, Adelia…my blood mate…my guardian vampire,” Howard said as he laid next to her in the center of the bed.

“I love you too, Howard,” said Adelia, her glowing red eye flickering with impassioned energy. “I’ve lived a long, long time…doing things my own way…never getting too close to anyone. Then, you came along…a man in need of protection, comfort, and love.”

“And after all those years, you found way to give all of that.”

“And to think, all I wanted initially was a fresh supply of blood,” she said jokingly.

“I know,” said Howard, as he caressed her face. “Love is strange, like that. It starts with something you need. It becomes something you cherish. Whether you’re a human or a vampire, it somehow finds you.”

“And on Halloween, no less!”

They shared another laugh before coming together in another passionate kiss. It still amazed Howard. In his darkest hour on his least favorite day of the year, a vampire came to him, offering something simple. He got her protection. She got his blood. That Halloween night ended up being a fateful turning point.

Over time, she became more than just his guardian and he became more than just a source of nourishment. Together, they blossomed into something so much more. Howard knew he could never live a normal, open life. His father’s crimes would always define him, leaving him vulnerable, no matter where he hid. He used to fear the shadows. Now, he took comfort in them, knowing his vampire lover was there to protect him.

“Happy Halloween, Howard,” she said to him through their telepathic link.

“Happy Halloween, Adelia,” he replied. “Thanks for making this day worth celebrating again.”

“And celebrate we will! That, I can promise you. And a vampire always keeps her promise to her blood mate.”

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John Oliver, Sex Dolls, And The (Unwarranted) Shaming Of Lonely Men

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There’s a general rule in comedy with respect to insults. If you’re going to demean, denigrate, or make fun of a particular person or group, you don’t want to punch down. Granted, you can do it. You can even get a few laughs out of it if you do it well and are exceptionally funny. However, in the grand scheme of things, you’re still an asshole.

It’s the main reason why comedians, be they stand-up comics or talk show hosts, generally direct their insults at the rich, powerful, and privileged. There’s a general understanding that if you’re doing well in this chaotic game of life, either through luck or talent, you can afford to take a few insults. At the end of the day, you can still go home and cry into a pile of money, fame, and affluence.

When you insult a group that has none of those things in any abundance, it’s usually not something people respect, even if they laugh. It’s why even great comedians like George Carlin had to be very careful and exceptionally skilled when he joked about rape.

We miss you, George. We miss you SO much.

Unfortunately, not everyone can be as funny or talented as George Carlin. Sometimes, insult comedy hits an undeserving target. It tends to reveal something about the comedian delivering the insult and where society is, in terms of sympathies. It’s often subtle, but the subtext is there and it has larger implications.

That brings me to John Oliver, the nerdy smart-ass British comedian who owes 95 percent of his fame to John Stewart. His show, “Last Week Tonight,” has won multiple Emmy awards and has garnered substantial praise for its colorful approach to tackling major issues, from the abortion debate to annoying robocalls to the flaws in standardized testing.

While I don’t agree with Mr. Oliver’s politics all the time or his approach to tackling certain issues, I consider myself a fan of his show. Compared to other satirical comedy shows, he tends to strike just the right balance between quality comedy and tackling serious issues.

However, he recently took a comedic jab that deviated from his usual style and not in a good way. It occurred during his episode that focused on China’s controversial One Child Policy. It’s an issue that has been subject to plenty of controversy for years and I think Mr. Oliver was right to talk about it.

One of the major consequences of this policy, which Mr. Oliver rightly pointed out, was how it led to a massive gender population imbalance. Due to a historic preference for sons, there are millions more men than women in China. The disparity is so great that it has caused major social upheavals.

While discussing some of those upheavals, the issue of sex dolls came up. In a country where there are so many lonely men, it makes sense that they would seek some form of outlet and it helps that the market of sex dolls is growing. This is where Mr. Oliver did a little punching down and, unlike his jabs at New Zealand, this didn’t have the same impact. See for yourself in this clip.

Take a moment to consider what he’s joking about here. There are millions of men in China who, through no fault of their own, are likely doomed to a life of loneliness. It’s not because they’re bad men. They’re not creepy, cruel, or misogynistic. They’re just at the mercy of math and demographics. There simply aren’t enough women in their country.

For these men, the old saying that there’s plenty of fish in the sea is an outright lie. Their options are limited and Mr. Oliver is making light of that. He essentially claims that men who use sex dolls are somehow even more pathetic and destined for more loneliness. He makes that claim as someone who is married, has a child, and doesn’t have to deal with those prospects.

It’s not just bad comedy. It’s hypocritical. Earlier in that same clip, he showed sympathy and understanding to a Chinese woman who was forced to have an abortion against her will. He’s shown similar sympathy to people in other situations, from women dealing with restrictive abortion laws to prisoners who had been screwed over by an unfair justice system.

Why would he show no sympathy for these lonely men?

Moreover, why would he make a joke about it?

To some extent, it’s not all on him. There is an egregious double standard when it comes to men who use sex toys. A woman can walk into a sex shop, buy a vibrator, and talk about using it without too much stigma. Sure, there will be a few repressive, sex-negative religious zealots who will complain about anything that gives anyone unsanctioned pleasure, but most people don’t take them seriously.

For men, however, there’s a taboo surrounding the use of sex toys in any capacity. Some of that comes from men more than women. There’s this not-so-subtle assumption that a man who needs a sex toy is somehow less manly. Any man who has to resort to one must be somehow deficient. It can’t just be that he’s lonely or wants to use new tools to please his lover. That would make too much sense.

For the men in China, and other areas where there’s a huge gender disparity, the situation is even worse. These are men who are facing both loneliness and sexual frustration. There’s more than a little evidence that this is not healthy for them on any level. That’s not to say that sex dolls or sex toys will help fill that void, but it will give them an outlet, just as a vibrator gives a lonely woman an outlet.

Unlike a lonely woman, though, these men can’t expect much sympathy. As Mr. Oliver demonstrates, they can expect plenty of shame and stigma. It doesn’t matter that they can’t do anything about their situation. They’re victims of circumstance, demographics, and basic math. Adding stigma and taboo to the mix is akin to kicking them in the balls on the worst day of their lives.

I won’t say that Mr. Oliver should apologize for his remark. He’s a comedian. He’s a citizen in a free country. He can say what he wants. However, the fact that he can joke about lonely men and still get a laugh says a lot about the current attitudes towards lonely men, in general.

We know they’re suffering. We know there’s not much they can do about it, especially in places like China. While we’ll give plenty of sympathy to the lonely women who resort to using sex toys, we’ll stick to shaming and stigmatizing the men who dare to do the same. Then, we’ll pretend to be surprised when they get angry and resentful.

Is that fair? No, it isn’t.

Is that funny? No, I argue that it’s not, especially with the way Mr. Oliver went about it.

He’s no George Carlin. He’s no John Stewart, either. In this particular case, he’s just an asshole.

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“Loving Memories” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring Sex Robots)

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The following is another sexy short story featuring sex robots. After my previous story, “My First Sex Robot,” got such a strong response, I’m curious to see if this one garners a similar reaction. It takes a different approach compared to my previous stories featuring sex robots. Hopefully, it strikes the right chords, including the sexy ones. Please, if you can, take the time to provide feedback. I’d love to hear from you. Enjoy!

Many people claimed to understand true love. Those same people might also claim they understand loss. Karina Stroman had encountered many of those people in the past three, four months, and nine days. That was how long it had been since her husband, Lieutenant Joseph A. Stroman died. Throughout that painful, heart-breaking stretch of time, she became convinced. They didn’t understand in the slightest.

Karina loved her husband. She loved him in ways few could appreciate. He was the only man she’d ever dated. He was the only man she’d ever slept with. He was the only man she wanted to marry. She had every intention of growing old and gray with him, having kids and building a life together. The idea of not being with him never crossed her mind.

Then, it happened.

Her husband, an aspiring pilot in the Air Force who aspired to fly planes, died in a terrible crash. They said it was an accident. They claimed there was nothing anyone could’ve done. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Her heart broke into a billion pieces that day. Nothing had been the same since.

“A part of me died with him,” Karina had told her friends and family. “I don’t think I can be whole without him.”

That was a common refrain in the days, weeks, and months after Joseph’s death. She received plenty of sympathy from others. She received metals, a folded flag, and personal condolences from her husband’s fellow soldiers and officers. She even received a letter of sympathy from the President. Karina appreciated the sentiment, but her heart remained broken.

More recently, the same friends and family who cried with her at Joseph’s funeral were urging her to move on. She was still young and beautiful. More than one man had asked her out since her husband’s death. More than one friend tried to set her up on a date. She refused at every turn.

“I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready,” she often told them.

It had gotten to a point where she started to frustrate others. Even Joseph’s parents urged her to move forward with her life. Nobody wanted to see her alone and heartbroken until her dying days. A part of her didn’t want that, either. Another part of her loved Joseph too much to ever truly move on. It seemed like there was no way to escape her sorrow.

That all changed approximately five minutes ago when she received a large crate from a private military courier. She accepted it, not knowing what it was or who sent it. After reeling it into the living room of her modest suburban townhouse, she opened it to see a figure that made her heart skip a beat.

“Good evening, Karina Stroman. It’s great to finally meet you.”

She’d stumbled back and gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief. She was still in a state of shock. What she was looking at shouldn’t have been possible. She blinked several times, trying to wake up from what had to be a dream.

However, this was real. Within the large create, standing before her with perfect poise, was a figure that perfectly resembled Joseph Stroman. It looked like him, sounded like him, and even smiled like him. Everything from his slim muscular build to the small mole on the side of his neck was there. He wasn’t wearing much, either. He wore nothing but a pair of white boxers, not unlike the kind Joseph wore to bed.

That was impossible. It didn’t make sense until it – her he, if her eyes were working properly – explained everything.

“Forgive me,” he said as he stepped out of the crate, “I should probably clarify what you’re seeing.”

“That…would be helpful,” Karina said, still leaning against her couch for support.

“Firstly, I am not your late husband, Lieutenant Joseph Stroman. I simply look like him. I sincerely apologize for any distress my appearance has caused you. But there is a reason for my appearance and it’s a good one.”

“It damn well better be,” she said strongly.

“I may not be him, but I was built and configured to mirror him in every possible way.”

“Built and configured?” Karina questioned.

“Yes. For you see, I am a robot. Specifically, I am an android with a humanoid stature, mechanical inner workings, and synthetic flesh. My systems are calibrated to operate in a manner consistent with an ordinary human. While my form is entirely synthetic, my exterior was molded with the intent to be indistinguishable from that of humans…specifically, that of Joseph Stroman. If you want, you can touch me and see for yourself.”

Karina was still in shock. She needed a few extra moments to process seeing something/someone who looked exactly like her late husband. She needed even more to process the idea that she was looking at a robot.

To her knowledge, robots – or androids, if that made a difference – were pretty advanced, but not like this. She’d seen a few stories about some company creating a life-like, human-looking robot. She knew they existed and some where incredibly realistic. However, seeing it on TV or the internet was not the same as seeing one up close.

Eventually, she gathered herself enough to stand under her own power and reach over to touch the figures arm. To her continued amazement, it felt real. The skin, the hair, and the sweat all felt real. Even the unique texture of his flesh perfectly matched her memories of Joseph.

“Wow,” she said. “It feels so…human.”

“As I previously stated, that was the intention,” the figure replied with a smile that also matched Joseph’s.

“Whose intentions?” Karina asked while still marveling at the feel of his skin.

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge every detail of my creation. I can only state that my presence came at the direct order of a new military-sponsored support program. Under this program, the military has partnered with several advanced robotics companies and artificial intelligence researchers. The primary goal revolves around the creation, refinement, and development of human-like androids. While much of its progress is classified, I can confirm that the program achieved sufficient advances to pursue one of its many secondary goals.”

“And that includes…” she said distantly, trying to connect the dots.

“Providing special compensation the widowed spouses of fallen soldiers,” he said.

Karina stopped obsessing over how real his skin felt and gazed up into the figure’s eyes. The shock had worn off. Other feelings emerged as more realizations sank in.

She took a step closer to him. She reached out and caressed his face, which felt exactly like Joseph’s after he shaved. Every one of her senses told her the same thing. The figure before her looked, felt, and even smelled like Joseph. At the same time, she kept reminding herself that Joseph was dead. It left her conflicted, but deeply curious.

“What happened to your husband was a tragedy,” the figure told her, a distinct hint of emotion in his voice. “Lieutenant Joseph Stroman was a good, honorable man. He also loved you very much.”

“How can you know that?” Karina asked.

“Because I’ve had every byte of public and private data from his life uploaded into my brain,” he said. “The pictures he shared with loved ones…the videos you made together…the memories he recounted in his journals…his love for you was vast. Even though I’m configured to specialize in human emotional responses, even my systems cannot process the extent of your love. It is…powerful.”

Karina cracked a smile. It was one of the few smiles she’d freely expressed since her husband’s death. There was something comforting about hearing how deep Joseph’s love went for her. If even an advanced robot couldn’t process it, then it must have been special.

“Despite those limitations, I was sent to you as a possible means of compensation,” he continued. “While the United States military can never give you your husband back, it can make a concerted effort to provide intimate solace.”

“Well, this is a lot more concerted than I expected,” Karina said. “And here I was thinking they’d stop with a letter, a flag, and handful of meager benefits.”

“For what you lost, such compensation is insufficient. That’s why the program spent considerable resources to configure my physical and cognitive specifications to perfectly match that of Joseph Stroman. It also gave me a stated purpose.”

As she softly caressed his face, the figure that perfectly resembled her dead husband embraced her with his powerful arms. In an instant, the loving warmth that Karina thought she’d never feel again surrounded her. It further blurred the lines between artificial and human.

Her husband was still dead. Being embraced by a robot that looked just like him wasn’t exactly the same, but it felt pretty damn close. It was so close that it triggered within her other feelings she didn’t think she’d experience.

“Every one of my systems – from my synthetic flesh to my bodily operations to my artificial sentience – it’s all configured to convey love, comfort, and affection to the one Joseph Stroman loved most.”

“Configured?” Karina questioned, part of her still struggling to accept it.

“Call it what you will. I assure you these are not pre-programmed responses,” he said to her. “I think. I feel. I experience emotions…albeit not in the same manner as humans. The end results are still the same.”

“So you can actually experience love,” she said.

“Yes. I can.”

That seemed impossible. Then again, her standard for the impossible had changed considerably in the past half-hour.

Within the grasp of this figure – an artificial being, crafted to look, sound, and feel like her dead lover – Karina dared to experience emotions that she once took for granted. She pawed the figure’s chest. She trailed her fingers over the contours of his muscles. It all felt so real, right down to the gentle heat radiating from his body.

At the same time, she felt him explore her body with his hands. He did so with the same care and affection as Joseph. He demonstrated a keen knowledge of her intimate warmth, touching and caressing her just as her husband had done in their many romantic moments. It was jarring, but it also made a point.

When she felt his gestures, she experienced the same loving comfort that she had with Joseph. When she looked into his eyes, she didn’t just see a robot mimicking emotion. She saw a thinking, sentient being experiencing those emotions. It seemed like such a profound feat, but did it really matter whether emotions came from a human or robot brain?

Karina kept telling herself that the man/android embracing her wasn’t Joseph. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the feelings he evoked in her.

“Please note – and I am required to tell you this – you need not accept this,” he told her. “If my presence is too distressing or if, for whatever reason, you choose not to participate in this program, please say so.”

“But what’ll happen to you?” Karina asked.

“Nothing unpleasant, I assure you,” he said with a light smile. “I will simply signal my creators, return to my create, deactivate my systems, and await my retrieval. You need not worry. I won’t be offended. I won’t feel any discomfort, either.”

“But you’ll be destroyed,” she said.

“Not necessarily. I’ll likely be reformatted and reconfigured for another participant. I won’t even recall this discussion. But, as I stand before you this instant, I do not prefer that recourse. I would rather stay here with you in the form of Joseph Stroman. However, it is ultimately your choice, Karina. Whatever you choose, I will honor.”

It almost felt like a life-or-death decision, but the robotic figure did not appear concerned. He just kept smiling at her. He even showed some of that subtle charm that Joseph often displayed whenever he already knew what decision she was leaning towards.

That didn’t make the decision any less difficult. This thing – this robot built around the body, mind, and passions of her late husband – had just asked her to decide his fate. Even if he wasn’t technically alive, the course of his life was in her hands. As she contemplated that choice, she once again reached up and caressed his face.

“Joseph…” Karina found herself saying.

His smile widened, as though that name meant as much to him as it did to her. He also deepened his embrace, holding her closely and parting her hair behind her ear, as Joseph often did when he wanted to see the full extent of her beauty. In that moment, her broken heart skipped a beat. Painful memories of the man she lost boiled to the surface. When all those feelings converged, her choice became clear.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Karina said.

“I’m sorry. I need direct confirmation. Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes. Please stay…Joseph.”

Hearing her call him that must have triggered something because his demeanor became much less robotic. He seemed so human at that point that the difference was negligible. By almost every meaningful measure, she was standing in her husband’s arms.

“Please…kiss me,” she told him, as if to double down on her decision.

“As you wish…Karina.”

His voice gained a more emotional undertone, which counted as another sign that she wasn’t just interacting with a robot. When their lips touched and they shared a kiss, it became even clearer. Karina was sharing something deeper with this being…this man who carried in him her husband’s spirit.

His lips felt just like the man she remembered. Even his tongue felt as real as any other man. How that system worked was far beyond her expertise, but she didn’t care. As far as Karina was concerned, she was kissing Joseph again.

It was like reliving a memory in perfect detail. As soon as their lips touched, he kissed her with the same passion Joseph had on their wedding day. It was as though he’d studied every kiss they ever shared. Given his robotic hardware, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth.

“My God…it’s just like I remembered,” Karina said, already on the brink of tears.

“That feeling…exceeds the parameter’s programming,” the android said.

Just like that, she remembered he was still part robot. However, she found it more funny than jarring.

“You might want to re-think your choice of words moving forward,” she said with a humored chuckle.

“Understood,” he replied, mirroring her humored tone. “There are quite a few experiences to explore.”

“I’m sure there are. I have a lot of questions.”

“Well, I assume one in particular will come up eventually. So I might as well address it.”

He broke their embrace and took a step back. Karina, now as curious as she was impassioned, watched as he removed his boxers, the only article of clothing he had on. In doing so, he revealed that his hardware included more than just her lover’s charismatic smile.

“Oh my!” she gasped in mix of astonishment and intrigue. “Whoever molded you after my husband was very thorough.”

“Their stated goal was to copy every feature. That includes Joseph’s penis,” he said, laughing curtly at her reaction. “And yes, by the way. It works.”

“By that, you mean…” Karina said, probing for specifics.

“It does get hard. I can have sex with it. I even experience pleasure from it…if you define tactile date mimicking the male orgasm pleasure.”

“I won’t bother with technicalities. If it works, I’ll just have to take your word for it.”

“Hopefully, I’ll have a chance to convince you. While my creators stressed accuracy in terms of appearance and mannerisms, they also included a few supplemental features.”

Before Karina could ask for more details, he showed her in a way that once again affirmed his robotic status. While simply standing before her, neither touching her nor himself, his penis swelled and became fully erect.

It happened so fast and efficiently. Karina was a registered nurse. She knew male biology better than most. Even a healthy man with a healthy penis didn’t get aroused that quickly with no stimulation. For all she knew, his creators expected one of his primary functions to involve having sex with a lonely woman. Having not experienced any sexual intimacy in over three years, she couldn’t deny the appeal of such a function.

“Wow,” she said in amazement. “That’s just…wow.”

“You can touch it, if you wish,” he offered.

He approached the same way he had with embracing and kissing her, giving her every opportunity to take things slow. To this point, Karina appreciated that. It was a lot to take in. The military had sent her a perfect, flesh-covered robot of her dead husband to help compensate her for her loss. The concept alone carried so many overwhelming implications.

This time, however, she chose not to take things slow. After over three years of loneliness, heartache, and sorrow, Karina needed something more than that. In that fateful moment, she stopped trying to wrap her head around it all and embraced the experience.

“Actually…I’d like to do more than just touch it,” she told him.

This time, it was her turn to surprise him…although that assumed androids could be surprised.

While standing before him, she took off her clothes. She’d only been wearing a T-shirt, a dirty pair of sweatpants, and white panties with no bra. If she’d known she would get a visit from an intelligent android that looked like her dead husband, she would’ve put on something sexier. That didn’t stop him from appreciating the sight of her nude form.

“You’re beautiful, Karina,” he told her.

“I’d say that’s your programming talking,” Karina replied, “but that’s exactly what Joseph told me when saw me get naked in front of him…even in non-sexy situations.”

“And what of this particular situation? I may be an android, but I’m not optimized to surmise how sexual it may be.”

“Then, allow me to clear that up.”

Upon kicking her pants across the room, Karina re-entered his embrace and kissed him again. This time, she made sure her naked skin pressed up against his synthetic flesh. It both got her point across and evoked the desired response.

As they kissed, she further explored his masculine stature, pawing his flesh with the same sensual care she’d used with Joseph. He did the same, feeling up her feminine curves and grazing his fingers over her naked skin. He even put Joseph’s memories to good use, squeezing her butt and fondling her breasts in just the right ways. Her husband knew her body so well. He understood where and how to touch her in order to spark a deeper desire.

“Clear enough?” Karina whispered in between kisses.

“Yes…clear indeed,” he replied.

The kissing resumed. The touching intensified. This being – who she saw as a man as much as she saw a robot – wasn’t just consoling her after years of loneliness and celibacy. He was turning her on. She wanted this robot built around her late husband’s image. Between his affectionate gestures and erect penis, it was clear he wanted her too.

“Joseph,” she said, already short of breath, “I want you to make love to me.”

“I want that too. Man, machine, robot, or android…I want it so much.”

Those words had profound implications. The idea that a robot, even one built in the image of her loving husband, wanted to make love to her carried a great deal of weight. How much of that desire was programming? How much of it was real, genuine emotion?

Karina couldn’t hope to answer those questions. Men, robots, and memories aside, she was going to make love to Joseph. Whether he was man or robot was only a technicality.

“Come,” Karina said, latching onto his arm. “Let’s take this to our bedroom.”

“Our bedroom…yes.”

The fact that she referred to it as their bedroom was telling. It spoke to just how much she’d embraced the idea of having this robot embody the spirit of her husband.

With an energy she hadn’t shown in a long time, she led the masculine figure up the stairs, down the hall, and into the master bedroom. It was the same room she’d once shared with Joseph. The pictures, blankets, and décor were the same as they were the last time she made love to her husband. She swore he recognized it, even as he carried her to the king-sized bed, just as he did on their honeymoon.

“Relax, my darling. I’m going to get you nice and wet,” he told her as he laid her down in the center of the bed.

“You know, those are the exact words Joseph used on our wedding night,” Karina told him. “Same tone too. Just how detailed do your memories go?”

“They’re as detailed as they need to be. Perhaps this will help demonstrate that.”

Like the same considerate lover she remembered and mourned, he kissed her again and caressed her womanly figure with the utmost affection. Her heart raced. A powerful heat formed between her thighs. As she lay flat on her back, he steadily trailed his lips down her face, neck, breasts and torso.

It was the same path Joseph often followed, right down the part where he gave her right nipple an extra lick. As her state of arousal intensified, he lightly grasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Bit by bit, he worked his way down her abdomen until he reached the outer folds of her womanhood.

“Ooh, my God!” Karina gasped.

From there, he began giving her oral sex. His lips made contact with the tender folds of her outer genitalia. His tongue entered her folds, probing her hot depths. A sharp burst of sexual sensations followed. It was so intense she trembled, gasping and moaning in ways she hadn’t experienced since her wedding night.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked her.

“I’m fine!” she assured him. “Please, don’t stop! It’s just…it’s been a while.”

That was just a polite way of saying she hadn’t had any kind of sex since her husband died. She still got horny. She still had desires. She just couldn’t bring herself to pursue intimacy after his death. The idea of any sharing such intimacy with any other man just didn’t sit well.

The current intimacy wasn’t just from any man, though. She was getting it from a robot with the body, memory, and passions of her lost love. Judging by how thorough he was with eating a woman out, he’d also been programmed with extensive knowledge of female anatomy.

“Yes! Ooh yes! It’s so good! That feels so…so good!” Karina gasped, writhing under the weight of the pleasure.

“Karina…you taste so good,” he replied, his voice muffled by her inner thighs.

“You…can taste too?”

“Yes,” he said, “and it’s delicious!”

Like a perfect blend of an impassioned man and a skilled robot, he licked, fingered, and fondled her womanhood to an extent that felt like uncharted territory for oral sex. It left her so aroused and impassioned that the unusual circumstances of this intimate moment stopped mattering.

She’d asked Joseph to make love to her. Whether dead or alive through a robot, the feeling was within her grasp.

“Joseph…my one and only love,” she said in her amorous daze. “Please…take me.”

He heeded her words with an urgency befitting of a dedicated lover. Having pleased her to the point of maximum arousal, he worked his way back up her naked body and positioned himself on top of her.

It was a moment straight out of her fondest memories. She and Joseph had been in the exact same position the first time they made love. It had been in her old bedroom. They’d made out, undressed one another, and laid in the center of the bed with him on top of her. In a perfect blend of instinct and passion, she hooked her legs around his waist while he aligned his still-erect manhood with her waiting entrance.

That memory set the tone for the many intimate moments they shared throughout their lives. She thought those moments would only be memories after Joseph died. Now, here he was in a new form, ready to turn memories into passion.

“Karina…” he said with the same loving tone as Joseph.

“Joseph…” Karina replied, caressing his face, just as she had in that fateful memory.

In a powerful act of shared intimacy, he entered her. Hard masculine flesh penetrated moist feminine depths. She let out a deep gasp while he remained intensely focused, caressing her hips and kissing down her neck.

Bodies started moving.

Pleasure started flowing.

In that moment, the line between past memories and present experiences disappeared.

“We’re really doing it. We’re making love!”

Saying it out loud brought tears to her eyes, but for the first time in over three years, they weren’t tears of sorrow. Joy…wonderous, blissful joy filled her body and soul. As Karina closed her eyes and raked her hands down her lover’s back, the joy of making love to her husband consumed her.

It played out better than any fond memory. In addition to a keen knowledge of giving women oral sex, he also knew how she and Joseph approached sex. They started off simple, going at it in a standard missionary position. He was slow and careful, working his body along hers and establishing a steady pace.

Then, the pace intensified.

They started kissing, teasing, and caressing one another. They rolled around on the bed, laughing and moaning in accord with the pleasure. One moment, he was top with her legs hitched over his shoulder. The next, she was on top, riding his dick while he fondled her breasts. In another, she was on her side while he spooned her from behind, reaching around to fondle her clitoris as their bodies moved together.

They were never in a rush. They were never too rough or fervent. She and Joseph had always enjoyed drawing out their sex, enjoying the intimacy and celebrating the act of expressing their love. This man – robot, android, or whatever he might have been – shared that same fondness. He never once lost focus. Like Joseph, he directed every bit of passionate energy onto her. By the time he got her to the brink of orgasm, it was almost a formality.

“Joseph…my love,” Karina said in a passionate daze. “I’m close…really close.”

“I am too, Karina,” he whispered to her. “This feeling…I want to share it too.”

It wasn’t lost on her that this was technically his first time. He might have had Joseph’s memories and knowledge, but having that data wasn’t the same as turning it into a physical act. She didn’t know how different his synthetic penis was to that of an ordinary man, but if it was as effective as her late husband’s, it would do plenty to complete the feeling.

When it arrived, it hit her body like a bolt of lightning. The escalating sensations reached a crescendo. A powerful, intense release of pleasure followed. It flowed through her body like a wave washing over a desolate landscape. As she took it all in, she cried out the name of the man she loved once more.

“Ohhh Joseph!”

As she shuddered under the weight of the orgasmic onslaught, he let out a deep grunt that perfectly mirrored that masculine strength her husband so perfectly embodied. She took his hand and hers, entwining their fingers, as she soaked in her climax while he got hers. Near as she could tell, he felt it too. She could even sense his manhood throbbing inside her inner folds. There was no fluid, as far as she could tell, but the ecstasy was very real.

Together, they gasped and panted in a culmination of passion. At one point, their bodies parted and they lay curled up together, facing one another within a naked embrace. She didn’t say a word and neither did he. She could see the love in his eyes…a love that she thought had died with him, but here it was looking right at her again. It might have been possible to mimic some acts of intimacy, but no amount of programming could mirror true, genuine love.

“I love you, Karina,” he said to her.

“I love you too, Joseph,” Karina said without hesitation. “I miss you so much. I know you’re gone. Yet here you are…with me…together.”

“Together,” he said before kissing her again.

Over three years ago, a wonderful man named Joseph Stroman died. He left behind a wife who loved him with all her heart. She loved him so much that she worried that her broken heart would never heal. Dead or alive…man or robot…Karina felt it in that moment. Her husband, Joseph, might have died, but in this figure before her, their love endured.

 

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