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“Wall To Wall” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about unexpected reunions. Every now and then, it’s good to surprise your lover in an unexpected way. If done right, it can make for some of the sweetest, most romantic moments of your relationship. Hopefully, this story inspires other lovers out there to make that effort. Enjoy!

“Three months,” mused a restless, but excited Leslie Mayfield, “it’s been three whole months since I felt Rod’s loving touch.”

She’d been repeating that mantra since her plane landed an hour ago. Even though the flight had only been a couple hours, it might as well have been the longest trip of her life. Her time away from home and the man she loved had been strenuous, to say the least. Now, it was almost over and the cab driver couldn’t move fast enough.

Leslie fought the urge to yell at him, but it was already past midnight and Rod’s apartment wasn’t going anywhere. She just watched and waited anxiously, recounting how much distance and time had tested her relationship with her long-time love, Roddy Evans. So far, they’d passed with flying colors.

“Almost home,” Leslie said under her breath. “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wait just a few more minutes for me.”

It still sounded daunting. In many ways, it was. She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, having met in second grade when her family moved to the area. They started off as friends, but she knew she loved him before most girls got over their fear of cooties.

The romance that blossomed had been a passionate one. Since he lived only a couple blocks from her parents’ house, there was a lot of sneaking over and slipping into one another’s bedrooms. It happened so often during their senior year of high school that her mother gave up trying to stop her. Rod’s father even left a latter under his bedroom. The whole neighborhood knew how much they loved each other and they didn’t mind expressing it.

That was a big part of what made their first year of college so difficult. Leslie had gotten a scholarship to a prominent all-girls school in another state. She would’ve loved to go with Rod to the big state university that was less than an hour from their hometown, but the opportunity was too great. He was the one who ultimately convinced her to accept the scholarship, believing they could continue their romance over a distance.

She shared that belief. Despite seeing many female friends break up with boyfriends due to distance and direction, she and Rod fought to make it work. It hadn’t been easy. There were many lonely nights in cold beds, exchanging loving texts, some of which got very heated. Leslie didn’t realize how much a lack of sex would affect her until she went an entire month without making love to her boyfriend. Since then, it had been a test in patience and restraint.

“I hope you’re still awake,” Leslie said while anxiously shifting her legs. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain myself once I see you.”

She was getting wet just thinking about his touch. She almost regretted wearing clean panties. It was strange, but telling. She hadn’t been all that sexual growing up, especially compared to her free-spirited older sisters. However, after that fateful first time when she and Rod made love, it awakened a part of her that she didn’t know was there.

It might have just been a byproduct of being so in love with someone.

It might have been Rod’s knowledge of the female body, thanks to having a doctor for a father.

It might have just been the fact that she was hornier than most female college freshman.

Whatever the reason, a lack of sex had been one of the hardest parts of their long-distance relationship. Even the aid of a vibrator only did so much. She still needed to feel Ron’s body against hers. That was the only way that three months of desire could be satiated.

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver finally said. “Do you need help with your bags?”

“That’s okay. I’ve got it!” Leslie assured him.

She managed to stop thinking about Rod touching her body long enough to pay the driver and remove her bags from the trunk. She hadn’t packed much. She didn’t need much because Rod was taking her home for Thanksgiving in about a week. He didn’t know she’d finished classes early and flown out ahead of time. She hoped to surprise him, knowing he was a night owl, especially on Friday nights.

“I know you’re awake,” she said, staring up at the second-floor apartment located a block from his campus. “If you can see me from that window, I hope you’re as eager as I am.”

As the cab driver rode off, Leslie made her way to into the apartment building, moving with more urgency than she had when she booked an early flight. Her heart raced. Emotions ran higher. The touch she so desperately craved was almost within reach. The line between wanting Rod’s love and just wanting to have sex with him blurred.

Upon reaching the second floor, she practically ran down the hall towards the entrance of his apartment. The lights were on from the outside. He was definitely awake, probably doing some last-minute homework. She was prepared to bang on the door to get the attention.

Before she even reached it, though, it opened. At that moment, the man she loved and the touch she craved was no longer a feeling or a memory. He was real and standing before her wearing only black sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Oh my…Leslie?” he gasped in disbelief.

“Yep! It’s me, babe!” she said proudly. “I caught an early flight and paid extra for first class. I missed you that much.”

Rod was still in shock. He blinked a few times, as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She decided to convince him, tossing aside her bags and jumping up into his arms. As soon as he felt his loving warmth, she kissed him. If that didn’t convince him she was real, then nothing would.

“Leslie…it’s you. It’s really you!” Rod exclaimed upon tasting her lips. “I missed you! You have no idea how much I missed you!”

“Trust me,” Leslie said, “I know.”

She kissed him again to make her point. Again, it seemed to convince him. Once the shock wore off, he began kissing back. In fact, he kissed back hard, twirling his tongue with hers while deepening their embrace. Finally, the touch that they hadn’t felt for three long months was there for them to savor.

However, it wasn’t enough. Even in the late hour of the night, after a two-hour flight, that hot feeling between her legs didn’t wane. If anything, it intensified.

“Inside,” she said to him, breaking the kiss upon realizing they were still in the doorway.

“Right,” Rod said sheepishly.

Already short of breath, he led her into his mid-sized apartment. He even carried one of her bags, a reminder that distance hadn’t made him any less a gentleman. As soon as they were inside and he closed the door behind him, she looked around to see if they were alone.

The apartment was typical of off-campus college housing. It didn’t have much, aside from two bedrooms and a single bathroom. It wasn’t very neat, which Leslie expected. Rod had a lot of great qualities, but keeping a room clean wasn’t one of them. There was multiple empty pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen counter.

The mess didn’t bother her, though. If anything, it was a welcome change of pace from her uptight roommate, who got upset every time she didn’t fold her bed sheets. It was not unlike his room back home in which they’d shared plenty of passionate nights. Just seeing it was enough to keep her blood flowing in all the right directions.

“Please tell me your roommate is out tonight,” Leslie said intently as she took her coat off.

“It’s Friday night. You know Mike always spends Friday’s at his girlfriend’s place,” Rod pointed out, his voice quickly taking a playful undertone.

“Just making sure,” said Leslie, “because I’ve missed you so damn much these past three months. I don’t think I can go a second longer without your love.”

She didn’t bother finding a place for her bag, nor did she wait for Rod to sweet talk her, as he so often did in their private moments. Instead, Leslie opted to skip several steps by stripping down right there in the foyer, taking off her sweater and shirt in one motion while slipping out of her jeans with another.

Now in just her bra and panties, Rod’s eyes widened at the sight. It was as though he hadn’t even seen a half-naked woman in three months. For a man with an internet connection going to a state school, it revealed a lot about him. It affirmed that he had eyes only for her and he’d missed using them to admire her naked body.

“Whoa,” Rod said in a daze, “just when I thought it was going to be another lonely night with a bottle of lube.”

“We can still use that lube if you want,” she said seductively.

“Let’s…keep that optional for now. I just hope you’re not too jet lagged.”

“It was only a two-hour flight,” she chuckled. “I’m as alert as any horny woman can possibly be at this hour.”

“Good, because I just lost all interest in my biology report.”

He spoke with the intensity of a man who’d been forced to cap his libido for one too many lonely nights. Seeing her in her underwear was all it took to blow the lid off that cap. Leslie goaded him with her seductive gaze. He needed no further incentive.

Like a man possessed with passion, he threw his arms around her and kissed her again. That sweet feeling of his hands making contact with the bare skin of her back and thighs triggered a fresh firestorm of sensations that Leslie hadn’t felt in too long. It firmly established that there would be no catching up or small talk. She and Rod were going to make love. Moreover, they were going to make up for lost time.

“The bedroom,” was all he got out in between the swirling lips.

“Lead the way!” Leslie purred.

With a strength befitting of his stature, Rod cupped her butt with both hands and lifted her up off the floor. Instinctively, she threw her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders so he could carry her down the hall and into his bedroom. He must have been working out because he practically sprinted to the end of the hall.

As soon as they entered the messy bedroom, she went to work tearing off his clothes. His shirt was the first to go. The sweatpants quickly followed, along with his boxers. He was already semi-hard, his dick looking every bit as happy to see her.

“Ooh! Looks like some parts of you missed me more than others,” Leslie teased.

“Says the woman with noticeably wet panties,” he quipped.

They laughed and kissed some more, quickly making their way to the unmade bed that was still covered in dirty laundry. It was only a few feet away, but still ended up being too far. As soon as he shut the door, he set her down so, freeing his hands to remove her bra.

As soon as her breasts came tumbling out, he attacked them with his lips and hands, evoking the kind of deep moans that Leslie hadn’t made since their senior prom. While he reacquainted himself with her breasts, she slipped out of her panties, leaving her as naked as him.

“Mmm…that’s better,” Leslie said upon kicking off her panties, “naked and alone with my boyfriend on a Friday night.”

“Hearing you say it out loud still sounds like a dream…a very sexy dream,” Rod said, both hands still on her breasts.

“Then, I guess you better make love to me before you wake up.”

What happened next was a testament to how horny two lovers could be after three months apart. She and Rod kissed again, diving deep into a naked embrace, her exposed skin pressing up against his manly sinews. Almost immediately, hands wildly roamed. Hers navigated the sinews of his back, shoulders, and arms. His found their way to her hips, butt, and inner thighs. At one point, his fingers grazed the outer folds of her pussy. That dispensed any further need for foreplay.

After three months of exchanging love only through words and pictures, they needed something more overt. That meant having sex with the passion of two lovers denied. It also meant they didn’t even make it to the bed.

“Rod…I’m so hot for you,” she gasped. “Please, do me!”

Her lover responded with actions rather than words, turning her around and pinning her up against the wall next to the door. There was nothing subtle about the nature of their passion. There was an appropriate time for elaborate romance and games. It was definitely not that time.

“I missed this amazing ass,” said Rod, giving her butt a light swat as he positioned himself behind her, “almost as much as your pussy.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Leslie beckoned. “Another three months of celibacy?”

“Fuck no!”

Drunk on lust and full of pent-up arousal, he grabbed hold of her waist with one hand and guided his member to her wet entrance with the other. She could already feel how hard and erect he was, his manhood practically aching for her intimate depth. In the past, she and Rod liked to tease each other, really drawing out the foreplay. Then again, in the past they hadn’t gone months on end without sex.

With a hard grunt in a firm thrust, her lover entered her depths with his throbbing member. At last, their flesh was united once more. It had been so long, but worth the wait.

“Oohhh Rod!” Leslie cried out. “This…need this…so bad!”

“You and me both…my love,” he whispered into her ear.

That deep, masculine voice of his sent her deeper into a daze of lust. She pressed harder against the wall, elevating her right leg slightly so that Rod could get in as deep as he needed and at just the right angle. From there, an outpouring of sexual energy ensued.

Like a man possessed – or a man who just hadn’t been laid for too long – Rod pumped his cock into her throbbing folds, his hardened flesh sliding and slithering within her moist depths. Their naked bodies moved and clashed together, hot skin rubbing against hot skin after months of relying on old memories of loving touch. It was passion and ecstasy at its most pure.

It felt so good. Leslie hadn’t felt sex that good since her last birthday when Rod took her to her parents’ beach house. He hadn’t forgotten how she liked to be fucked. He remembered how to fondle her clit while humping her from behind. He also remembered she loved when he nibbled on her neck. When he held up her leg and pushed her up against the wall even harder, so much so her breasts mashed against the cold masonry, it was enough to send her to the brink of orgasm.

“Ooh fuck! Rod, I…I’m coming!” Leslie cried out.

“Already? Good!” he said with a grunt and a grin.

It wasn’t the fastest she’d ever achieved orgasm during sex, but it was close. When the feeling struck, it was like an old dam finally bursting, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that crashed over her from head to toe.

It was incredible. She raked her nails down the wall, arching her back and gasping for air as her inner muscles contracted in accord with her release. Her vibrator might have given her plenty of orgasms over the past few months, but none made her feel so loved and fulfilled. Only Rod could do that.

To show her love and appreciation, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss, which helped steady the pace of their loving, albeit temporarily.

“Rod,” she whispered to him, “keep going.”

He got the message, fleshing her a playful grin. Still possessed with desire and very much in need of his own release, he briefly withdrew his cock from her so he could turn her around and pin her up against the wall once more. As soon as she felt the cold painted brick against her back, he lifted her up in his arms, hitched them over his elbows, and entered her still-throbbing pussy.

From there, the sex resumed. He was more urgent than before, grunting and thrusting with determined grit, his expression awash in bliss and passion. She clung to his shoulders, encouraging him with her loving gaze and occasionally kissing down his unshaven face, as if to guide him to his own taste of ecstasy.

“Go on, my love,” Leslie told him in her most seductive voice. “Get yours!”

“Oohhh Leslie!” he exclaimed.

That must have been the trigger he needed. After a few more cycles of heated thrusting, her lover crossed that magical threshold. She felt his member tense as his entire body shuddered under the weight of his release. She smiled and caressed his face as he released his manly juices up into her depths, clinging to him as he soaked in the ecstasy with her.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing her lover so impassioned and satisfied. He was already breathing heavily, but it couldn’t just be from the rigors of sex. He was an athlete who could run a couple miles without breaking a sweat. Making love to her after a month of having no intimate contact required a special level of exertion.

“I love you,” Rod said through his orgasmic daze.

“I love you too,” she told him.

“Not being with you…was so hard.”

“I know,” Leslie said, “but I’m here now.”

She kissed him again, the outburst of lust briefly giving way to more tender sentiments. It gave their bodies and hearts a chance to settle. Rod finally loosened his grip, withdrawing from her and letting her stand on her own two feet again. She still needed to lean on him and the wall for leverage. Her lower body was still reeling from their sex, albeit in the best possible way.

They lingered in each other’s arms, just kissing and holding one another, enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies. However, Leslie didn’t get the sense that her lover was tired, let alone satisfied. She certainly wasn’t inclined to sleep and not just because she took a nap during her flight.

“You’re here. You’re really here,” he said after their lips finally parted.

“Do you really need more convincing?” Leslie said, dazed and half-jokingly.

“No. I just never realized how hard it would be…us being apart for so long,” Rod said in a more serious tone.

“Three months wasn’t that long.”

“Maybe so,” he said, “but it sure felt like it.”

“Never said it didn’t.”

They kissed again, letting their naked bodies enmesh once more. Her legs remained weak, but she managed to stay upright. The bed was looking more and more inviting, but the way Rod touched her hinted he had more strength to spare. The feeling of his semi-hard cock pressing up against her thigh hinted at something other than strength.

“Mmm…how are you still hard?” Leslie asked, still holding onto his shoulders.

“I missed you,” he said with a half-grin.

“That’s a half-answer, Rod.”

“You want me to give you the other half? Or do you want to make love again?”

“Well, we do have a lot of catching up to do so…”

She let her words trail off into a seductive fade. At the same time, she slipped a hand down to his member and stroked it, keeping it hard and communicating her want for more sex. Parts of her body were still reeling, but her desires overshadowed any reticence she might have felt.

“Between now and my class tomorrow…we’ve got time!” said Rod.

“Then, let’s use it, my love.”

Seizing the moment, showing her impassioned side as well, Leslie summoned more strength and took charge. She kissed her lover again, still stroking his cock and guiding him towards his bed. However, they missed again. She ended up pinning him against the other wall next to his dresser, right next to where he kept a stack of textbooks. Rather than navigate the mess, she made use of it.

“I missed a lot of things in college,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “The taste of your cock was one of them.”

Needing no further details, Rod leaned back against the wall, just as she’d done moments ago, and watched as she dropped to her knees. Then, while looking up at him with her seductive gaze, she hungrily engulfed his cock with her lips and tongue.

It tasted every bit as good as she’d remembered, his throbbing male flesh in her mouth. Still bathing in the afterglow of her first orgasm with Rod in months, Leslie proceeded to give him the most thorough oral sex she’d ever attempted. After his first release, he was somewhat sensitive, but that didn’t stop her from pleasing her lover, as only she could.

“Oohhh Leslie!” he gasped, grabbing onto her head as it bobbed back and forth along his length. “I missed your amazing blowjobs, too!”

Encouraged, Leslie shot him more seductive gases as she sucked and slurped along his length, rebuilding his arousal and getting him fully erect. Along the way, she fondled her still-moist pussy with her hand. She and Rod were no stranger to extensive act lovemaking. They’d learned early on that they had more stamina than most, going multiple rounds and exploring multiple acts. At that moment, they needed all the sexual endurance they could muster.

“Mmm! Ready to go again?” Leslie asked after giving his shaft a thorough lick.

“I’m ready!” Rod said intently. “And we’re not stopping until I’ve pinned up against every wall!”

“Every wall? Is that your thing now?”

“When I’m through with you…it just might be!”

Leslie wasn’t sure where that was coming from. Rod had always been more adventurous than her when it came to expanding their sex life. He wasn’t one to just curl up in bed in a darkened room. He liked to push the sexual envelope. More often than not, it made for better sex and deeper intimacy. Having not had any of that for months, Leslie didn’t complain.

Drawing on the energy and passion she’d built up for their overdue reunion, she returned to her feet and re-entered her lover’s arms. He took it from there, crashing his lips against hers again and leading her to the adjacent wall next to his closet. Just as before, he pinned her up against the hard surface, lifting her leg and angling his pelvis perfectly with hers. With another hard thrust and a firm hold on her thighs, he entered her again. The next round of their wall-to-wall lovemaking had begun.

“Ooh Rod! I love it! Ooh I fucking love it!” Leslie moaned.

“I thought you would,” he grinned before grasping her breasts and kissing her.

It wasn’t as desperate or urgent as before. Their sex took on a steadier rhythm, but it was still plenty heated. He worked his hips with just the right fervor, pumping his manhood into her depths and stimulating her most intimate areas every step of the way. He was also more tender with his kissing and more affectionate with his touching, caressing her breasts and cupping her face.

They went at it in that position, testing both their stamina and their balance. It took a bit longer than before to get to the brink of orgasm, but she still got there, thanks to her lover’s dedication. When she came again, Leslie made it a point to rake her nails down his back, leaving the kinds of marks she hoped would turn their overdue reunion into a fond, sexy memory.

“Rod…my love,” she said in her orgasmic daze. “More! Give me more!”

Her lover replied with a grunt and a grin, kissing her neck and letting her moan through the rest of her orgasm. With her body still reeling, he lifted her up in his arms again and carried her over to the last wall that hadn’t supported their naked bodies.

As it just so happened, his desk was located along that wall. Rod took full advantage of it, setting her down atop it with her back leaned up against it. That worked out perfectly. Her legs were weak from multiple orgasms and from so much exertion. She was all too eager to rest her butt on the desk, hook her legs around his waist, and let her lover have at it.

He certainly did so and with even more vigor than before. Without having to support her body in his arms, he was free to channel his remaining strength into his humping. That ultimately benefited the both of them.

As she held onto the desk, Leslie locked her eyes with that of her lover, encouraging him with her gaze. She watched as he became more determined, holding onto her waist and hammering away with his hips, working his member within her still-throbbing depths. He rocked her body harder with each motion, making her breasts bounce along the way, a sight he always admired.

He kept pushing himself and she kept matching him, thrust for thrust. It wasn’t just an act of love or lust. She and Rod had dealt with distance and loneliness. It was still new to them, going extended periods without their loving touch. It could’ve strained or even broken their love. Instead, it just made it stronger when they finally got a chance to reunite.

“So much!” Rod gasped with increasing desperation. “Missed you…so much!”

“Me too, Rod. Me too,” Leslie said to him, caressing his face with both hands.

Her loving gaze and sweet touch helped balance the lurid undulations of their naked bodies. It also helped guide Rod to another peak. She could sense he was close. She was close again too. She didn’t need another sexual release to remind herself how much she’d loved and missed her boyfriend. It was still a welcome and refreshing feeling.

“Leslie…I’m close!” he said through labored movements.

“So am I, my love,” Leslie said.

They clung to one another harder, his nails digging into her naked skin while she held onto his face. It took just a few more thrusts to get her to that special plateau again. She made sure he joined her, digging her feet into his lower back and tensing her inner muscles to help unleash that magical wave of bliss.

“Oohhh Rod!”

“Ohhh Leslie!”

It was a sweet, sensuous culmination. Once again, Leslie curled her toes and arched her body in accord with the surges of pleasure that followed. Rod did the same, letting out a deep moan as he achieved his release, another round of his manly fluids mixing in with her feminine juices.

Their shared orgasm marked the last wall in Rod’s undersized bedroom. He’d done what he promised to do, making love to her against every wall. In the process, they’d vented all the pent-up longing and desire. Distance and time had created new obstacles for their love. However, it also gave them a new appreciation for wall-to-wall lovemaking.

“So…is this what we’re going to do from now on?” asked Leslie, still panting heavily. “Make love from wall-to-wall…after being apart for months on end?”

“It…could be,” said Rod, clinging to her waist and pulling her closer. “It would make the wait…easier.”

“And more worthwhile,” she added.

“That too,” he said. “When you miss someone that much…you find new ways to show how much you love them.”

“And fuck them, for that matter,” she said with a chuckle.

“That too!”

They both laughed before sharing another kiss. At some point, their naked bodies finally parted and they made their way to the bed for some much needed rest. After three long months, neither she nor Rod had to endure another lonely night. They could fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling each other’s loving warmth.

It felt like the end of a journey. Their love had been tested. For the first time in their young lives, they had to live apart from one another, hoping distance and the college experience didn’t push them apart. Leslie liked to think they had passed with flying colors. If absence really was supposed to make the heart grow fonder, then she and Rod were living proof of it.

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“My Robot Boyfriend” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring Sex Robots)

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The following is  another sexy short story featuring a sex robot. I came up with this one shortly after completing “My First Sex Robot,” which got such a great response. This story has some different themes, but I think those themes are both relevant and sexy.

Again, if you want to see more stories about sex robots, please let me know. Post your feedback in the comments section. If you have suggestions or ideas you’d like to share, please let me know. I’d be happy to flesh them out with you. Hopefully, this one inspires some new ideas, among other things. Enjoy!

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Don’t let anyone derail it.”

Those were the serious, yet sincere words of Kelia Aden’s mother. She’d first heard them in junior high. It came shortly after she brought home her another straight-A report card and a letter from her guidance counselor saying that she was gifted. More than one teacher had told her that she had a great chance of getting into an Ivy League university if she maintained her current path.

It was a challenge, but Kelia always rose to the occasion. Even as she progressed into high school, getting top grades and high test scores, her mother kept belaboring that fateful message. At first, she thought she was just being an obsessive parent. Then, she suspected there might have been other motivations. That became obvious whenever cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends saw her.

“Kelia is growing into quite the babe,” they would often say. “Pretty soon, she’ll be beating the boys back with a stick.”

Kelia often took that as a compliment. Even her two older sisters, Rachel and Sarina, had told her that more than a few boys had asked about her. Her standard response was to just smile and tell them she didn’t have time for relationships. She was too focused on school, extracurricular activities, and charting her future.

Her mother, however, treated it as a more serious issue. She even cringed at times whenever someone pointed out how attractive her youngest daughter had become. Kelia understood her concerns to some extent. She had promising future. Any caring parent would be concerned about protecting their child’s future. Even if she was overbearing at times, Kelia never doubted that her mother’s heart was in the right place.

At the moment, however, Kelia questioned the extent of her mother’s concerns. Whether out of love, concern, or something else entirely, her mother’s efforts to safeguard her future just manifested in an extreme way.

“Good evening, Kelia Aden. My name is John Bliss. I am your new robot boyfriend. Your mother, Carla, has instructed me to greet you.”

Kelia stood frozen in place. She’d just entered her bedroom, having returned from a college tutoring session at the local library. It was late on a Thursday night and her mother was working late, which wasn’t unusual. That made seeing a tall, handsome, half-naked man standing next to her bed very jarring.

She was in such a state of shock that she lingered in the doorway for a good two minutes, blinking several times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Near as she could tell, it was real. There was a man standing in her bedroom and that man claimed to be a robot.

“Is everything okay?” asked robot who’d identified himself as John Bliss. “Are you in a state of distress?”

“No, I uh…just need a minute here,” Kelia said. “Did I hear that right? You’re a robot boyfriend?”

“Yes, I can confirm those words,” John replied in a robotic, yet human-sounding voice, “although I am also classified as a sex robot, a lover bot, and a robot companion. Robot boyfriend is simply the designation your mother chose.”

“I want to say that’s crazy, but I can totally see my mother doing that.”

It began sinking in. Her mother bought her a sex robot. Apparently, she’d put a great deal of thought into it. As Kelia processed the situation, she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She also made sure it was locked on the off chance that this was even crazier than it looked.

As she approached John Bliss, she took note of his appearance. If he really was a sex robot, then he was the most advanced she’d ever seen. His stature, build, and appearance were very realistic. His skin, eyes, lips, hair, and muscles looked so human. If he stood next to her on a street corner, she doubted anyone would surmise he was a robot.

Kelia knew robots existed. She even knew that sex robots were just starting to emerge. She’d seen stories about them in the news and online. The models she saw were mostly female and while some looked more human than others, none could pass for the real thing. John Bliss must have been the most advanced model.

Once Kelia got close enough, she reached out to touch his arms and chest. It felt just as real as it looked. While John Bliss didn’t react much to her touching, he did smile. It sparked her curiosity, but it also raised plenty of questions.

“What the hell have you done, Mom?” Kelia wondered out loud.

“Her intentions are good. That, I can also confirm,” John replied.

“I’m sure she programmed you to say that too,” she said while touching his chest and arms.

“I assure you she didn’t. That assessment is my own doing. As an advanced companion model with human-level AI, I am as capable of rendering complex judgements as I am forming emotional bonds with my user.”

“Those are impressive capabilities…so impressive, I didn’t know they were possible.”

“In the current market for robot companions, they aren’t,” said John. “I am a model that will not ship for another two years. However, your mother is a valued employee at TrueTech Robotics. She was made aware of my capabilities earlier this year. She made it a point to obtain me as part of the final test. She even participated in my configuration.”

“That, I don’t doubt.”

Kelia blushed somewhat. Even as John spoke, she kept exploring his upper body. Robot or not, it – or he, as his configurations so effectively conveyed – had all the necessary traits to make him quite attractive to a healthy teenage girl. He wasn’t overly handsome like a famous celebrity. He wasn’t some male model, either. He had the poise, muscle mass, and complexion of an athlete. He looked like he could’ve played for her school’s basketball team. By most beauty standards, he was an attractive young man.

It was like John had been crafted with her in mind. Knowing her mother, she’d gone over her favorite movies, music, and books to determine every masculine trait that she found appealing. It might have been an extreme act of parental scrutiny, but she couldn’t argue with results.

It also helped that he only wore a pair of white briefs. The rest of his body was completely exposed to her. His arms, chest, torso, and legs conveyed an aura of masculine strength and sex appeal. If the slight bulge in the briefs were any indication, those configurations extended to other aspects of male anatomy.

“The reasons for your mother’s go beyond companionship,” John continued. “She and my designers made me aware of your situation.”

“My…situation?” Kelia asked.

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Your mother doesn’t want anything to derail it. I’m here to help with that.”

Kelia stopped touching the robot figure and looked him in the eye. Him saying those words – the same words her mother had told her, no less – further affirmed that her mother played an active part in this. The novelty of having a robot in the form of an attractive, half-naked man in her room became secondary. Even that idea paled in comparison to the motivations of her mother.

“You’re also very beautiful,” John said, reaching out and caressing her face with his hand. “Your mother made me aware of that too. Based on my subjective analysis, she did not do justice to your beauty.”

“Thanks…I think,” Kelia said, smiling awkwardly.

“I’m certain more than one boy has noticed your beauty. A few might have even asked you out on a date. As you make your way through high school and university, there is a high probability that you’ll receive more inquiries. Beautiful women have a tendency to attract significant intention from heterosexual men.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she said, recounting more than a few colorful conversations with interested men.

“And while you’ve managed to avoid such distractions, your mother acknowledges that you are a young, heterosexual woman with natural inclinations for male companionship. She even accepts that you occasionally have desires, including those of a sexual nature.”

That made her blush even more. Kelia’s mother was less subtle than most when it came to sexual issues. She’d taught her about sex years before their school got around to it. Some of that might have been because her older sisters weren’t well-informed during their teenage years, but that didn’t make it less awkward. She just hoped her mother hadn’t told John why she took extra-long showers on weekends.

“Of course, it involves sex,” Kelia muttered.

“It is a rather important component,” John continued. “Both your sisters had promise. One ended up pregnant in college, which forced her to drop out. The other found herself in several unhealthy relationships that derailed her once-promising career in marketing.”

“I assume she told you about my father, too,” she said dryly, “better known as the secretive pussy hound who focused too much on his mistresses and not enough on his law career.”

“Given the sensitive nature of that topic, I’ll skip over it. The choices of your sisters and father are in the past. They cannot be undone. You, however, have much more potential than they ever did. Your mother encouraged you to not let anything distract you from realizing that potential. I’m here to present a more tangible incentive.”

There was a distinct innuendo within his tone. It was the kind of lurid subtext she didn’t often hear outside a high school locker room. That innuendo became less subtle when John casually removed his underwear, revealing a set of male genitals that must have been designed with horny women in mind.

It was big, but not overly bit. It didn’t look like the kind of endowment that only existed in porn or novels. At the same time, it was perfectly shaped and proportioned to John’s stature. By any measure, it looked like a real penis. The healthy, heterosexual woman in Kelia couldn’t help but admire it. It effectively completed the perfect masculine figure standing before her.

“Whoa,” said Kelia, covering her mouth to temper her reaction.

“As you can see, my systems include a fully-functional,” John said, as though he was describing a new appliance. “The shape, length, girth, and texture was designed to offer maximum appeal to a female user. It has inner working similar to those of a standard male penis, but the engineers at TrueTech Robotic made it a point to optimize its function far beyond that.

“Yeah…I see,” she said. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you mean by optimized.”

“You don’t have to ask. I can easily show you.”

Before she could make another comment, his demeanor shifted and that perfectly crafted penis shifted with it. With speed and efficiency that defied male biology, he became fully erect. There was no touching or stimulation involved. It was like flipping a light switch. One second, it was completely flaccid. The next, it was completely hard.

Having been shocked and surprised in so many ways since entering her room, Kelia just smiled and shook her head in amazement. It wasn’t just sinking in. She was starting to accept it. She had a robot boyfriend and he’d come equipped with a working dick.

“Okay. I’m done being shocked. That’s impressive!” Kelia said.

“Thank you,” John said with a polite nod. “The optimizations go beyond basic male arousal. As I am not bound by the limits of male anatomy, my penis can remain fully erect indefinitely. It can provide sexual stimulation for as long as you desire. It even has a vibration function to further enhance intercourse. I can show you that too if you wish.”

“No. That’s okay,” Kelia said, putting her hand up to stop another demonstration. “I’ll take your word for it. You’re a robot boyfriend equipped for unlimited sex. I get the message.”

“Then, I suppose the only item left to address is for you, Kalia. As required by both my programming and TrueTech regulations, I require your affirmative consent prior to carrying out my role. Please note that denial will neither offend nor disappoint me. If you do not wish to have me as your robot boyfriend, I will simply deactivate and submit a retrieval order to TrueTech. I can be gone as early as tomorrow morning.”

“Deactivate? That sounds unpleasant,” she pointed out.

“It is no less strenuous than putting a computer into sleep mode. I am capable of forming intimate, emotional bonds with humans, but I am still a robot. My desires and my purpose are intertwined. Affirm my role and I will pursue it to the utmost. I will support you, aid you, and form a loving bond with you as you navigate your promising future. However, I can only do this if you grant me that honor.”

It was a strange, if not unprecedented, situation for Kelia. She faced a choice, as well as an opportunity. Moreover, she had to make a decision while standing in front of a naked man with a throbbing erection.

On many levels – too many, if she were being honest – she understood her mother’s reasoning for doing this. She’d seen her two oldest daughters miss out on promising futures because of their personal lives. Her estranged father was also testament to how passions and lust could undermine someone’s future. With John Bliss, Kelia might have the best possible alternative to utter solitude and total celibacy.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to derail her future.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to knock her up, cheat on her, or work against her.

A robot boyfriend would, for all intents and purposes, give her the best possible companionship, both emotionally and intimately.

The idea of having a loyal companion through the many challenges she faced had plenty of appeal. Essentially, she wouldn’t have to worry about her personal life. It was a luxury no promising teenage girl had ever enjoyed before. Her mother might have had other reasons. At some point, Kelia planned to have a long, awkward talk with her. For the moment, however, she had a choice to make.

She was silent for a good minute or so. Still standing close to John, she reached out and touched his chest. She also found herself glancing down at his penis, which remained erect. In his stature, she saw a robot encased in attractive male flesh. In his eyes, however, she saw something more. That made her decision clear.

“John Bliss,” she said to him, her voice taking on a serious undertone. “The promising future my mom wants for me…I want it too. I also don’t want to isolate myself just to get it. I’m only human. I have wants…needs…passions.”

“I understand that. I cannot do anything to help you until I have your verbal affirmation,” John said, his tone sounding uniquely emotional, especially for a robot.

“Then, yes. Consider this my overt, unambiguous affirmation,” Kelia said strongly. “I want you to be my robot boyfriend. I want you go help me realize those feelings. And, in the interest of sharing those feelings, I’d like to test your ability to help.”

Kelia surprised herself by how sensual her voice became. It reminded her that, as focused as she was on her studies, she still had the same desires as any healthy teenage girl. She now had an opportunity to sate those desires in ways other than taking long showers.

Seizing upon the opportunity, she stepped back from John and took off her clothes. She was somewhat nervous. She blushed again as she took off her shirt, removed her pants, and undid her bra. While she wasn’t overly shy when getting undressed, she’d never gotten undressed in front of a naked man, especially in her bedroom.

John Bliss, whether by programming or some deeper emotional connection, reacted as well as anyone could ask of a good boyfriend. He smiled upon seeing her naked form. She felt him scrutinize her feminine features, paying close attention to her breasts, hips, butt, and genitals. She couldn’t tell if he was admiring her or scanning her as part of some robot interface. Whatever his reasons, Kelia appreciated his reaction.

“I believe I can accommodate such a test,” John said as he took a step closer. “And I must say, Kelia…your body is even more beautiful than my data files described.”

“I’m sure that’s just my mother’s input talking,” Kelia said with a humored grin.

“At this point, my activation protocols are complete. From here on out, my words and conduct are a product of my conscious desires.”

“A robot with desires and a raging boner,” Kelia said, noting his still-erect penis that was already pressing against her. “I don’t know if that’s a first, but I admit I’m very curious right now.”

“Then, by all means, Kelia…feed your curiosity.”

It was official. Kelia had a robot boyfriend and he knew how to use sexual innuendo. If her growing arousal were any indication, he used it very well.

Following her curiosity, she drew John Bliss into an intimate embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist. Natural human flesh made contact with unnatural synthetic flesh. It still felt very good. As far as her escalating desires were concerned, she couldn’t tell the difference.

She started touching and pawing his masculine flesh. He did the same, feeling up her hips, butt, torso, and breasts. His hands were so soft and smooth. His skin was so warm and firm. John Bliss exuded an aura of refined masculinity. Even if he was a robot, made for the specific purpose of evoking such feelings in horny women, it still ignited her desires.

“John,” she said while gazing into his robotic eyes.

“Yes, Kelia?” he replied.

“Kiss me.”

He smiled warmly before complying with her request. With one hand on her waist, he cupped her chin and drew her into a soft kiss. Again, synthetic flesh met with human flesh. Unlike before, it didn’t just feel indistinguishable from another person. It felt better.

John was so affectionate and tender, savoring the taste of her lips before working in a little tongue. Kelia hadn’t kissed many boys before. The last one she kissed was at a middle school Sadie Hawkins dance and the boy she shared it with had been somewhat sloppy. John must have had a detailed program on how to properly kiss a woman because Kelia loved every second of it.

“You’re a good kisser,” she told him.

“If I am to be your robot boyfriend, I certainly should be,” John said, still smiling.

He kissed her again. This time, it escalated into full-blown foreplay.

As their tongues twirled, she hungrily traced her fingers around his manly sinews. He grew bolder with his touching, squeezing her butt and fondling her breasts. His erect penis kept pressing up against her as well. It helped intensify her arousal, but it heightened her curiosity even more.

“Let’s take this to the bed,” Kelia said after their lips parted.

“Of course,” said John Bliss. “Do you have any preferences for how you like to be sexually pleased?”

She laughed and blushed somewhat. He sounded more like a cross between a computer prompt and a mannerly boyfriend. It was an odd way to go about sexual intimacy, but very appropriate for a robot boyfriend.

“My sexual experience is…limited,” Kelia admitted. “You said you have in depth knowledge of female anatomy, didn’t you?”

“Indeed, I do,” John replied. “I also have data specific to your body and psychological profile. So, if necessary, I can surmise a means for optimal sexual satisfaction.”

“I’d love to know where you got that information, but I’m too horny to care right now.”

She latched onto her robot boyfriend’s arm, feeling more playful than she had in a long time. She led him to her bed where she pulled back the covers and guided him into another intimate embrace. Having such little sexual experience, she didn’t have much to go on. She had an idea for how she wanted to pursue quality, satisfying lovemaking. She just didn’t know how to go about it.

Traditionally, girls like her had to stumble around in the dark with boyfriends or hook-ups. For all Kelia knew, she was the first woman in history to have a robot boyfriend help maximize her emerging sex life.

“Here’s how I want to do this, John,” Kelia said, now sitting on the side of her bed. “I’m going to lie down on my back. Then, I want you to get in top of me, use whatever advanced systems you’ve got, and do what you determine works best. I trust your systems, as well as your judgement.”

“That’s quite a bit of trust to put in anyone, even if they are a robot,” John said to her.

“I know,” she admitted, “but if you’re going to be my robot boyfriend, then we’ll need that trust. Let’s start that now!”

Kelia drew John onto her bed. He eagerly followed, his eyes never diverting from hers. She saw an intensity in his gaze that seemed more than robotic. It further confirmed that he’d been programmed to form emotional bonds with his users. She could already see hints that he was forming one with her.

The depths of that bond remained in question. As she laid down on her bed, her naked body on full display to him, she awaited the next phase of this unprecedented journey. She’d just placed her trust in a robot programmed to be the perfect boyfriend. There was no telling where that could lead.

“I will honor and preserve your trust, Kelia,” John said.

“Is that a promise?” she asked with a seductive grin.

“It is more than that,” he said. “As a robot, it is my purpose. But an artificial intelligence with human emotions, it is my greatest desire.”

There was nothing robotic about his voice. Kelia could hear the sheer desire in his words. There was more desire in John’s voice than she’d heard in any man she’d ever known. That boded well for whatever determinations he’d made with his systems.

“And, in the interest of full transparency, I surmised the optimal means of pleasing you before you took your clothes off,” John added. “From here on out, you need only relax and enjoy my advanced capabilities.”

Before Kelia could respond to that, John Bliss laid down on top of her and kissed her again. It was more intense than before, evolving quickly into more extensive foreplay. It got her heart racing and set her loins ablaze. There was no turning back now. She was going to make love to her robot boyfriend.

It started with simple, intimate gestures. She continued exploring his masculine features while he did applied affectionate touching to hers. The weight of his body – which, oddly enough, didn’t feel as heavy as that of a normal man – pressed against hers. Naked skin meshed with synthetic skin. It helped establish part of that bond that he mentioned. It didn’t just make her horny. It made her want to share a passionate moment with this being.

“John…” she gasped.

Her blissful reaction prompted him to step up his process. As her breathing intensified, John directed his hungrily lips down her naked body. He was gentle, yet direct, tasting her naked skin and making his way down her torso. He stopped only briefly to give her nipples some added stimulation, which sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.

Kelia didn’t know she liked having her nipples teased. That must have been something John surmised before her. The fact that a robot boyfriend knew what she liked before she did said more about her than it did about the robot.

As Kelia took in those sensations, the anticipation kept building. By the time his lips reached her inner thighs, she was already gripping her bed sheets. She eagerly spread her legs and hitched them around John’s shoulders. Her body ached for more stimulation. She been horny before, but never like this.

“I’m going to give you oral sex, Kelia,” John told her, his eyes still locked on her.

“Is this where all that data on female anatomy comes into play?” she asked with a playful grin.

“Only to a point,” he said. “Data is only part of what makes my system work. What I do with it and why…that’s where I affirm my purpose.”

John Bliss went to work proving the worth that system. Like a perfectly honed machine – an accurate, if not too literal description – he proceeded to orally please her. As soon as his lips and tongue made contact with her outer and inner folds, Kelia’s own systems went into overdrive.

“Ooh John!” she squealed joyously.

The initial surge of sensations made her entire body shudder. She squeezed the bedsheets and spread her legs wider, closing her eyes and soaking in the feeling. John hit every nerve in and around her womanhood with perfect precision, including a few she didn’t know existed.

He skillfully used his fingers to tease, stimulate, and caress her folds. He used his tongue to probe her depths, hitting those deep, intimate areas that sent ripples of bliss coursing through her body. Kelia had heard stories from her older sisters about how little men knew about a woman’s anatomy. That was not an issue with John Bliss. Already, he’d done plenty to prove that he was more than just a man and not just because he was a robot.

“Your pussy tastes very good,” John said while lightly fingering her depths. “My taste sensors are quite active.”

“Active…right,” Kelia laughed, figuring that was a robot’s way of giving a compliment.

“I also sense that you are very much aroused,” John said. “Would you like me to continue until you climax? Or would you like to climax through intercourse?”

He presented her with two objectively good options. It wasn’t a matter of if she would achieve orgasm. It was only a matter of how. Were he just another man, she would’ve called that bravado. For a robot boyfriend, Kelia saw it as a given.

“I’d…like to feel you inside me,” she told him through her breathless pants.

“As you wish, my darling,” he said. “I was make love to you until you are satisfied.”

“Spoken like the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Don’t you mean robot boyfriend?”

“No. I don’t.”

He smiled at her. Again, that emotional component of John’s system was working. She could sense it in his gaze. He wasn’t just fulfilling a function. There was desire and affection in his demeanor. Now, he was poised to channel all of it into a single act.

Having given her all the oral teasing a young woman could want, he got back on top of her. She kept her legs nice and spread. There was no fumbling or nervousness on his part. Being a robot, as well as a boyfriend, he already knew what to do. He grabbed hold of her thighs, positioned himself over her, and aligned his still-rigid penis with her wet entrance. She grabbed onto his shoulders while gazing passionately into his eyes, making her own passions clear to him. Whether robotic or human, those passions resonated.

“Kelia…my love,” he said.

With those fateful words, John Bliss thrust his hips forward and entered her. What followed next defied everything Kelia thought she knew about a teenage girl’s sexual experience.

The union of their flesh was seamless. As soon as he was fully inside her, Kelia felt her inner folds tighten around his penis, as if to mold the perfect fit. When he started moving his hips, creating that balanced sexual rhythm, it was so intimate and smooth. With every motion, more intimate stimulation followed. The pace soon intensified. Before long, they achieved a perfect pace of passionate lovemaking.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” Kelia cried out.

It felt incredible. There was little of the discomfort that her older sisters had warned her about when they described their first sexual experiences. They’d told her that it was normal for teenagers to fumble around a bit with sex. Sometimes, the man blew his load too quickly. Sometimes, the woman just wasn’t in the right mindset to enjoy it. Just getting on the same page was a challenge.

That was not the case with her and John Bliss.

Both his robot systems and his intimate desires culminated in this act. The way he looked at her, having both desire and passion in his eyes, obscured the line between man and machine. He wasn’t just tasked with satisfying her. He wanted to satisfy her. When she neared the cusp of orgasm, his expression only intensified.

“John! Ooh John! I…I’m coming!” she cried out.

He sensed it even before she loudly shouted it into his ear. He steadied his hips, held her closely, and made the final few movements to send her over the edge. When it came, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and let out a cry of delight.

It was the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. There was no close second. Feeling a strong, handsome man in her intimate grasp, knowing his every act had been driven by real desire, made it special. As her lower body contorted to the onslaught of ecstasy, she cast her robot boyfriend a beaming smile and kissed him. Seeing her return his passions and hearing her moan from the pleasure triggered a reaction in him, as well.

“Kelia…my lover,” he said distantly. “Your touch…your passion…your pleasure…I feel it too.”

“Yes, John…feel it with me,” Kelia said breathlessly. “Please…give me more. I want more!”

The side-effects of a great orgasm had set in. As much as Kelia enjoyed it, she wasn’t satisfied. She craved more and John Bliss did not hesitate to continue. Their flesh still entwined, he resumed their sexual rhythm. New waves of intimate bliss followed.

As he rocked her body with their sex, he kissed her. That left no room for ambiguity. He felt the same sensations. His synthetic skin, his artificial intelligence, and his robot system allowed him to share in the feeling. That gave him even more motivation to satisfy her. Once again, Kelia couldn’t deny the results.

Their lovemaking unfolded like an impossible fantasy made real. John never lost focus for an instant. He continued working his body against hers, his masculine flesh slithering smoothly within her womanly depths. More ecstasy followed, but even as the feeling intensified, Kelia dared to be a little playful.

They rolled around on the bed, laughing and exchanging affectionate gestures. They made love in various positions. She let John Bliss make the most of his data, guiding her through various bodily alignments that tested both her flexibility and her stamina. She quickly learned that she loved being spooned from behind. She also enjoyed pinching her nipples during extra-hot moments.

Her intimate exploration with John led to more orgasms. Every time she came, he reacted in a way that made her suspect he achieved some kind of orgasm as well. It might have been unique to a robot. She didn’t know if it was as intense, but it certainly kept him going. Unburdened by traditional bodily limits, he could go for as long as she needed.

“Kelia…my darling…my purpose…my love,” he said throughout their lovemaking.

“John Bliss…my robot lover,” she replied.

Those passionate words echoed alongside a steady succession of moans and grunts. Kelia lost track of how many times she climaxed. However many it was, John made sure they all felt incredible.

While he probably could’ve made love indefinitely, Kelia was still human. She remembered that all too well once her limits caught up with her. After what ended up being her final orgasm, she let out a deep, content gasp and collapsed onto her bed in exhaustion. John must have sensed it because he withdrew his flesh from her and laid down next to her.

“Kelia…are you satisfied?” he asked her, still embracing her in his arms. “I cannot finalize my status as your robot lover until you confirm your satisfaction.”

“Mmm…” was all Kelia got out at first.

“What was that, my darling? Please, tell me whether or not you’re satisfied.”

“It’s okay, John. I’m satisfied…very, very satisfied!”

He smiled joyously, as though he’d just achieved his greatest life goal. For a robot boyfriend, it probably wasn’t too far from the truth. She smiled back, curling up next to him under the covers and enjoying the shared warmth of their naked bodies.

As the afterglow set in, the bigger picture became clear. She’d just made love to a robot boyfriend and it felt amazing. She now had a lover who was fully committed to satisfying both her intimate and sexual needs. In his loving gaze and warm embrace, she felt a connection that went beyond human.

“Hey John,” she said while resting her forehead against his.

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“Robot or not…I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”

“As am I, Kelia. I look forward to satisfying you.”

“So am I!”

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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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“Summer’s End” A Sexy Short Story (For Labor Day 2019)

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The following is a sexy short story to help celebrate Labor Day 2019. I know I wrote a sexy short story for Labor Day last year. I thought it turned out well, so I wrote another one. I hope this helps everyone cap off their summer in the best possible way. Enjoy!

“To another great summer!”

“Here, here!”

That was the toast that Calvin Price’s father gave an hour ago. It capped off his family’s annual Labor Day barbecue, much to the praise of their relatives, neighbors, and friends. Many of them were still outside in the backyard of his suburban house, drinking whatever beer remained in the several coolers his Uncle Ronnie brought. He could still hear them laughing and chatting from his bedroom window.

In every previous year, Calvin – or Cal, as most people called him – would’ve been down there with them. He’d been at every one of these Labor Day parties since he was a kid. His father, a successful financial consultant and prominent community leader had been throwing them since before he and his two younger sisters were born. They acted as a definitive transition point, ending summer and everything with it.

That used to not bother Cal. He enjoyed a good barbecue as much as anyone. However, a lot had changed this past summer. A lot was going to change over the next nine months as he entered his senior year of high school. Looking out into yard from his bedroom, he contemplated the breadth of those changes.

“My last summer before my last year of high school,” Cal said to himself as he leaned next to the window. “Is it supposed to feel this daunting?”

That sounded like a loaded question. The last year of high school was supposed to be daunting. More than one relative had already asked him about college, careers, and all sorts of topics that reminded him he wasn’t a kid anymore.

He usually smiled and gave them a generic answer about focusing on the upcoming school year. What he said didn’t match up with how he felt. If anything, the end of the summer left Cal feeling something other than the pressures of another year in high school.

“Burned out already, Cal?” came an unexpected, but welcome voice. “If so, then I fear for your attendance record this year.”

“Hey Briana,” Cal replied with a humored grin. “I take it you got tired of my Aunt Grace’s scrutiny.”

“What makes you say that? I just love spending hours with your bitterly divorced Aunt,” she replied with scathing sarcasm. “What girlfriend wouldn’t enjoy her endless scrutiny?”

“She’s just being protective. I am her favorite nephew, after all.”

“That’s just because she doesn’t have kids of her own to baby. I swear she thinks I’m just with you because my dad partnered with yours last year.”

“Well, that is how we met,” Cal reminded her. “I guess she just doesn’t believe people can form healthy relationships from random circumstances.”

“For a woman who met her ex-husband in traffic court, that’s just hypocritical.”

They both laughed and it felt good. Cal needed something to take his mind off the end of the summer. Brianna Westly had a knack for doing that. It was one of the many reasons they got together several months back.

If anything, this past summer had been defined by his first girlfriend. While Cal had pursued cute girls before, Brianna was the first girl he formally dated. She came into his life unexpectedly. Her father moved into the area earlier that spring as part of a deal with his father’s company. They first met at a formal meet-and-greet that he didn’t even want to go to. From there, sparks flew, phone numbers were exchanged, and things got serious.

His mother and friends thought it was just some summer fling. It certainly had all the qualities of one. They met suddenly and progressed quickly, so much so that they snuck out a few nights to hang out at strip mall several blocks away. They’d even been intimate a few times. While she wasn’t his first sexual experience, she was his most meaningful.

Now, on the eve of Labor Day, a burning question remained. Would that meaning go beyond summer?

“You’ve got that brooding look again,” Brianna said, taking on a serious demeanor as she approached him.

“I hate that you know me that well already,” Cal said with a half-grin.

“What can I say? You’re that transparent,” she said as she leaned on the wall next to him.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I lie to you about everything being okay,” he told her, “because honestly, this year’s Labor Day party feels different. And it’s not just because school is starting and I already miss sleeping in on weekdays.”

“So what is it? Does it have to do with us?”

Cal shifted awkwardly. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation, but Brianna wasn’t the kind of girl who brushed things off. That just wasn’t her style. It might have been for the best, given the situation.

“It partly involves us,” Cal conceded.

“How big a part?” she asked curiously.

“Bigger than I can put into words, but not enough to cover the full story,” he answered. “All my life, Labor Day was just the day I capped off my summer, prepared for school, and daydreamed about next summer. It was bittersweet, but in a good way.”

“It probably helps that your dad throws awesome Labor Day parties,” she pointed out.

“It certainly doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure. But this year, it’s not just the end of summer. It feels like the end of something more. I’ve been doing things a certain way all my life. And it’s worked, for the most part. But next summer, I can’t do things the same way. I have to figure out a new way.”

“It’s daunting, I know. I imagine everyone in our class feels like that today.”

“That’s just it. How I feel about school, this summer, and next summer is so different,” Cal said in a more serious tone, “and you’re a big reason why, Brie.”

He reached over and slipped his arm around her waist. He invited her to get closer and share his intimate warmth. She accepted without hesitation.

Being so close to her reminded him just how different this past summer had been. He’d never had a serious girlfriend before. Much of their relationship had been formed by the events of the past few months. It completely changed how he saw the events that awaited.

“Remember when we first went out? And your sister just rolled her eyes when I picked you up?” he asked. “I believe her exact words were stupid puppy love.”

“It was actually bullshit puppy love, but close enough,” Brianna replied.

“That’s what a lot of people thought. They saw us and they still saw a couple of teenagers who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Maybe we didn’t at first, but then…”

His words trailed off. As the memories of the past summer played out, he deepened his embrace with her. He recalled their first date, their first kiss, the first time they had sex, and even that embarrassing time his mother caught them fooling around in his dad’s shed. Altogether, those moment came to define his summer. Holding her in his arms, Cal entertained ideas on how it might define his life beyond that.

Brianna must have been entertaining similar ideas. She affectionately wrapped her arm around his neck and caressed his unshaven face, gazing into his eyes with affection that did not match that of an immature teenager. It was a look he’d seen a lot more frequently as the summer neared its end. Now, it had even greater meaning.

“And now, here we are,” Brianna said, putting into words what he could not, “still together and sharing more than just fond summer memories.”

“That’s what makes Labor Day feel so different this time around,” he continued. “I’ve got something from summer other than good memories. I’ve got something…someone that I want to take with me into whatever comes next. And with this being our last year in high school, a lot is coming.”

“That’s for sure,” she said. “The fact you want me along for that ride says a lot about us.”

“It says even more about what you mean to me.”

Still standing so close, the warmth of their bodies mixing despite the summer heat, he caressed her face with both hands. As he looked into her eyes, he tried to convey just how much she meant to him. Cal wasn’t good with words. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t had a serious girlfriend before Brianna.

She was a special girl. She could sense what he was trying to say, even when he couldn’t say it. She must have sensed quite a bit because he could feel her trembling in his arms.

“Damn it, Cal. Why do you have to do this when I still smell like barbecue sauce and brussels sprouts?” Brianna asked, her voice cracking under the emotions.

“It’s your fault for cutting in line to get my mom’s burgers,” he teased curtly.

“Guess it’s also my fault I fell for a guy like you…a guy I just thought would show me the ropes in this town. Now, I can’t imagine getting through the next nine months without you.”

“You won’t have to,” said Cal strongly. “Everyone else keeps calling us a summer fling. But we know it’s more than that. I want to make it more than that.”

“So do I, but we picked a hell of a time to get serious,” she added. “High school, college applications, fall sports, our dads working together…we’re basically jumping over this cliff together and hoping we don’t land on jagged rocks.”

“I’m willing to take that leap. I’m even willing to bet we can land on those rocks and come out stronger. You’ve made this past summer so special for me, Brie. Now, on the day our summer ends, I’d like to make every other season just as special.”

It marked the first time that Cal had ever articulated a complicated feeling in just a handful of words. It was both fitting and cathartic, telling Brianna the depths of his feelings for her. It had been a laborious struggle, but with it being Labor Day, his timing couldn’t have been better.

“Oh Cal,” Brianna said with that beaming smile of hers, “that’s the sweetest, most heartfelt thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Thanks,” he said, blushing somewhat under her gaze. “I’m honestly surprised I managed to say it.”

“It’s a good thing you did,” she said, “because now, I can tell you how I feel about this past summer too…and how I feel about everything else moving forward.”

She made her point, as only she could. In the light of the setting sun on Labor Day, she kissed him. It was no ordinary kiss, though. Through her lips, warmth, and touch, she told him everything she needed to say.

That was another thing about Brianna that Cal had come to love. She could convey so much with so little. Sometimes, she didn’t even need words. Her actions conveyed the necessary meaning. With her, there was no ambiguity.

She loved him.

She loved him every bit as much as he loved her.

This past summer might have brought them together, but on the eve of Labor Day, they saw just how far they’d come. Moreover, there was still time to do more.

“Brianna…the door,” Cal gasped as the kiss intensified.

Their lips parted briefly and she cast him a knowing smile. They’d shared enough tender moments in his bedroom to know when their passions escalated beyond a certain point. That often meant taking a few precautions to preserve the moment.

Without saying a word, Cal broke the embrace and closed his bedroom door. He quickly took her in his arms again and resumed their heated kissing. He also grew bolder with his touching, trailing his hand down her waist, hips, and thighs. She returned the favor, feeling around his arms and reaching up his shirt. With each intimate touch, affection turned to desire. Before long, he began guiding her to the bed.

“Cal,” she gasped in between their heated gestures, “your parents and mine…they’re right outside.”

“So long as there’s beer in those coolers, they’ve no reason to come back in,” Cal told her.

“It’s not just that. If this is the end of our summer…the end of the summer that brought us together…then I want it to be special.”

“In other words, you don’t want interruptions.”

“Not for this. Definitely not for this.”

She kissed him again. They’d reached the bed. By now, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. He also noticed Brianna rubbing her thighs together. She felt it too. The desire had escalated beyond that special barrier. To fully express their love, they needed more than simple kissing.

“The sun is still out. My dad hasn’t turned down the music. We’ve got time,” Cal said with a confidence he knew turned her on.

“You sure it’s enough?” she asked curtly.

“This is the official end of our summer,” he said. “Don’t you want to end it with a bang?”

“Of course, I do…in more ways than one.”

“Then, we’ve all the incentive we need to make sure it’s enough.”

He made it sound like he wasn’t the least bit worried about someone barging in, just as they were in the middle of getting intimate. In the back of his mind, it was a concern. His parents had rules about him and Brianna being behind closed doors for extended periods. However, there was a time and place to break those rules. This was definitely one of them.

“That might be the sexiest logic I’ve ever heard,” she said to him while pressing her thigh up against his groin.

“I had no idea that turns you on,” said Cal in his manliest tone.

“Make sense of it later. Right now, let’s get out of these itchy clothes!”

They smiled and laughed playfully as the passion resumed. Together, they climbed up onto the bed, kissing and pawing one another, building arousal and loosening clothes. Their love was real, but he and Brianna were still a couple of horny teenagers.

Once on the bed, clothes started coming off quickly. His shirt was the first to go. Brianna’s tank top, sandals, and shorts followed suit. In just her bra and panties, she practically tackled him to the bed so she could get his jeans and boxers off. By the time she tossed them across his room, he already had a semi-hard cock. As she so often did in their intimate moments, Brianna made it a point to maximize his arousal.

“Lie back,” she told him. “Let me add to the incentive.”

“Incentive…right,” Cal said, already breathless.

Trusting her and her motivations, he laid down atop the comforter and let his lover work her sensual magic. She looked like an angel in the late afternoon twilight, hovering over him and tempting him with her loving gaze. She kept that gaze squarely on him as she trailed her lips down his neck, chest, and abdomen. Along the way, she grabbed hold of his growing cock and stroked it.

He tensed under her firm, yet loving grip. She knew how to get his blood flowing in all the right directions. As Brianna stoked the flames of his arousal, she removed her bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts. She used both them and her lips to step up the passion.

“Cal…my sweet, caring boyfriend,” Brianna said through seductive purrs. “You’ve given me so much. I want to return the favor.”

She did plenty to deliver. With the utmost care and sensuality, she licked and suckled his hardened cock. She wasn’t hard or sloppy. She never made oral sex look dirty or lurid. She approached it like any other loving gesture. It was part of what made their love lives special.

“Oh Brainna…so much,” Cal gasped. “You give me…so much too.”

With each subtle act, she heightened his desire. She even used her breasts as well, sliding it between her fleshy mounds to really maximize the arousal. It worked perfectly. Cal grunted and panted in accord with her gestures, reaching over and lightly running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes never diverted from his every step of the way.

They hadn’t been together for very long, but he and Brianna learned quickly how to set the mood for sex. She knew what got him going. He knew what turned her on. He had every intention of maximizing his intimate knowledge. For his lover, she deserved nothing less.

“I’m ready,” he told her.

“Mmm…so am I,” she said.

With more motivation than most teen lovers, Cal drew his love back up into his arms so that she was on top of him. From there, he rolled her over so that she was the one on her back. He then removed her panties and tossed them across the room, rendering her as naked as him.

Now hovering over her, her naked body glowing in the warm twilight, Cal looked at her with love and awe. If it hadn’t set in earlier, then it certainly set in now. He loved this woman. He loved her and he was going to make love to her.

“Cal…I want you. I want this,” Brianna said to him.

“I want it too,” he said to her, already breathing heavily.

“Then, please…take me.”

Rather than waste time putting his emotions into words, Cal let his actions once again do the talking. He followed the intense love and lust between them. She eagerly welcomed him into her intimate embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulders. Their naked skin now touching, he aligned his hips with hers, the tip of his manhood rubbing against her moist folds.

With their eyes locked and so many wordless sentiments flowing between them, he thrust forward and entered her. As soon as he felt her hot, womanly depths embrace his masculine flesh, a more profound act unfolded.

“Cal…ohhh Cal!” Brianna gasped.

“Brianna…my sweet Brianna,” he replied.

The connection was complete.

The flow of passion commenced.

He and Brianna began making love.

He began working his body along hers, digging his knees and feet into the bed to help set that perfect sensual rhythm. It wasn’t too rough or too fast. He and Brianna weren’t that kind of couple. They learned quickly that they preferred a gentler, steadier form of sex. It was quality over quantity, making each thrust, touch, and gasp count. It gave harmony and spectacle to their love. For a moment like this, there was no need to push their bodies or their hearts.

As they settled into that balanced pace, they shared soft kisses and loving gestures. Brianna playfully tickled his shoulder while nibbling on his lower lip. She knew he liked that. He squeezed her butt and caressed her face. He knew she loved that too. They went the extra mile in making their sex special, giving every blissful sensation greater meaning.

That involved more than just standard missionary style sex. Brianna usually let him set the tone, trusting him to get those sensual feelings going. Then, she stepped in and shared in the effort. They mixed things up, orienting and arranging their bodies in various intimate configurations.

For a while, she was on top, working her hips and riding him like a sex goddess from Heaven. After that, he laid her on her side, making love to her at a different angle that helped her show off her flexibility. They made the most of his undersized bed, moving and working their naked bodies in an intimate heat. It was as though they were capturing that last bit of summer heat. Based on the sweat they’d worked up, it was safe to say they succeeded.

“We’re doing it. We’re really…really doing it,” Cal said in the heat of the moment.

His impassioned words went beyond the sex. He and Brianna weren’t just making love. They were completing a journey that started at the beginning of the summer came into focus. While another one awaited them, it was a journey worth celebrating.

“Cal…I’m close,” Brianna said as the heat and the passion prepared to culminate. “I’m really…really close.”

“So am I,” he said, his voice laced with masculine grit.

“Let’s share this…together.”

“Together.”

As he and Brianna neared their final peak, they found themselves in the center of his bed. They were each in an upright position, their naked skin glowing under the light of the setting sun. She clung to his neck while rocking her hips with his, her throbbing womanhood slithering along his manly length. He clung to her hips, bracing himself for that coming release. He could tell she was close too.

The way her expression shifted and her body trembled made it clear. She was about to come. They were going to take a dip in that special ocean of ecstasy and they were going to dive in together. It was a challenge, coordinating their bodies and passions in just the right way. For a couple horny teenagers, it was next to impossible. For him and Brianna, it came together perfectly.

“Oohhh Cal!”

“Brianna!”

In a moment that felt like the ultimate Labor Day celebration, they both climaxed. It was almost simultaneous. His dick throbbed and his lower body trembled under the weight of his release. Brianna dug her nails into his neck, arched her back, and curled her toes as she got hers.

A wave of ecstasy washed over them.

A culmination of passions came pouring out.

Together, they lingered in that moment, holding and caressing one another. He didn’t say a word and neither did she. Their eyes and gasps told the entire story of their blossoming love. What began as a summer romance had become so much more. While Labor Day meant their summer vacation was over, their love was just beginning.

Once the orgasmic fervor passed, their flesh parted and they fell back onto the bed together. Cal kept her in his arms while she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. As they panted heavily, their bodies trembling within their intimate embrace, he gazed into her eyes. In a moment that was an entire summer in the making, he made his feelings for known.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” Brianna replied, casting him another beaming smile.

“This…was a summer to remember.”

“That, it was. And we capped it off with a hell of a Labor Day!”

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“The Summer Moon Challenge” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by an elaborate dare someone allegedly made back in high school to a couple. I don’t know if they ever carried out the dare. I don’t know if they were even serious. I just know that it inspired a sexy story with a romantic twist. Enjoy!

It started off as a dare. Years ago, a young couple was dared by their peers – who might have been drunk, depending on the version of the story – to put their love to the test. At the time, it was dangerous. If they failed or were caught, then they would’ve been in big trouble. However, if they succeeded, then their love would endure for the rest of their lives.

According to the story, the first young couple succeeded. They then went onto get married, have kids, and stay married for over 50 years. Since then, it became known as the Summer Moon Challenge. Other young couples attempted to match their feat. Carrie Burns and her boyfriend, Derek Dryer, were just the latest.

“It’s almost time,” she said as she anxiously watched the clock. “God, why does time have to move so slow?”

Carrie paced restlessly in her bedroom, hugging her shoulders and glancing out her window every other second. It was ironic. She used to laugh at the couples who attempted this strange, yet adventurous challenge. More than one couple had been caught and a few had failed in hilarious ways. She never thought she’d be the kind of girl to try it.

Then, she met Derek. For the first time in her life, Carrie got a taste of what it felt like to be in love with someone. While she’d been attracted to her share of men, she never knew the kind of love that made people do such crazy things. Having been with Derek for over a year, she understood its power, but she’d never tested it.

That was about to change.

“I hope we’re ready for this,” Carrie said as her thoughts drifted to Derek. “I don’t care if the legend is real. I want this to be it. I want our love to be that special.”

Her gaze drifted to the picture of her and Derek that she kept on her dresser. She finally stopped pacing. She smiled at the memory of when it was taken.

They’d gone to his sister’s wedding together. It was the first major family event he’d attended. Before it ended, people were already asking about when they were getting married. They’d been embarrassed, at first. As the night went on, it didn’t seem that outrageous. The way she and Derek carried themselves felt real.

They were young.

They were in love.

They wanted to be together.

In just a few minutes, Carrie would find out just how strong that desire was.

“I know I’m ready,” she said as she looked at the picture. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

Her heart raced as the seconds ticked away. It began at the stroke midnight during the first full moon after the Summer Solstice. It didn’t matter what the weather was like. It could’ve been a cloudless sky or a full-blown hurricane. The lovers who took up the Summer Moon Challenge had to trust each other and forces beyond their control to see it through.

Finally, the moment came. Carrie lost herself in the picture of her and Derek long enough to make it through the final countdown. Her alarm went off, just as she’d prepared. Knowing Derek’s had gone off at that exact moment, the time for doubt had passed.

Fate, love, and a unique tradition had dared them. She and Derek were ready to respond.

“Finally!” Carrie said, excitement taking over her restlessness.

Without a shred of hesitation, she shed her clothes. She hadn’t been wearing much to begin with. As per the story, she wore the same pants, shirt, and underwear she’d worn the previous night. Carrie had never gotten undressed so quickly before in her life. She’d also never had so much incentive.

“You’re already picturing it, Derek,” Carrie mused as she slipped out of her panties. “I know you are. I am too. Trust me. I want it just as much!”

Now fully nude, she followed the next step. She opened her bedroom window and climbed out into the muggy, mid-summer night. It was a good thing her room was on the first floor of the two-bedroom house she shared with two former schoolmates. There had been more than one story about lovers getting injured for sneaking out of a second-story window. Neither she nor Derek had that problem.

Already, it felt jarring. As soon as her feet touched the soft grass below her window, it dawned on her.

“I’m naked! I’m outside…in the dead of night…naked.”

Carrie’s mind raced, but her excitement never waned. This was so unlike her. She was the same girl who didn’t like getting undressed around other girls in a locker room. Now, there she was, fully nude and out in the open.

It was risky, dangerous, and bold. At the same time, it was exhilarating. It filled her with more energy than she had ever felt after midnight. It also aroused her more than she’d expected. Already, she felt a growing heat between her thighs and it wasn’t due to the summer humidity.

“I’m on my way, Derek!” Carrie said intently.

Armed with both energy and motivation, she commenced the next part of the challenge. She ran full speed through the backyard of the house, hopping the fence at the north end of the property, and entered the large wooded that dominated the center of the county.

It was a strange, but thrilling experience, running naked through the night. The wet grass under her feat, the brisk air passing over her naked skin, and the way her breast bounced with every stride felt so liberating.

It was like a return to nature, shedding her clothing and leaving behind the comforts of her home. She didn’t expect it to feel so refreshing. She didn’t expect it to make her feel horny, but that might have had more to do with the next part of the challenge.

“You’re closer, Derek. I can feel it!” said Carrie through labored breaths.

Impassioned and determined, she followed the narrow trails through the woods. The light of the full moon illuminated the path before her. Carrie took it as a promising sign. There were few clouds above. The beaming glow of the full moon, combined with the presence of fireflies, sent a message that there was a higher power at work.

That power, whatever it was, wanted her and Derek to see this through. The only obstacle was the strength of their passions. As she neared her destination, she felt that strength push her beyond her limits.

Carrie had never run so hard for so long. She’d never been so driven to seek someone, fully clothed or otherwise. Her leg muscles burned, her lungs strained, and her feet became dirtied by mud. Whereas other couples might have pulled back, she kept going until she reached a special clearing.

“There it is. I see it!” she said into the darkened night.

It was even more beautiful under the moonlight than she’d imagined. A tall, thick oak tree that towered over many others came into view. Dozens upon dozens of fireflies congregated around it, giving a halo that helped it stand out amidst the dense woods.

As Carrie approached, she marveled at its grandeur. She also kept an eye out for the man with which she’d embraced this challenge. He was nowhere in sight, but she was not dissuaded. Needing to catch her breath, she approached the thick base of the tree and looked over the trunk.

At that moment, a brisk wind blew through the clearing. Even in the middle of summer, it sent chills down her naked body. That exposed feeling was easy to ignore while running. Being under a tree, in the middle of the woods, and completely nude was still jarring, but not enough to give her second thoughts.

“He’ll be here. I know he will,” Carrie kept telling herself.

She hugged her shoulders, covering her breasts briefly as she looked around for her lover. As Carrie caught her breath and waited anxiously, she noticed something on the trunk of the tree. It hadn’t been there when she and Derek selected it, as required by the challenge. At that moment, warm feeling came over her that completely naked any late-night breeze.

“Oh Derek…you wonderfully cunning man,” she said into the night.

“I was hoping you’d see it,” replied a familiar voice.

It was a sweet gesture that affirmed what she’d hoped. She and Derek were going to complete the Full Moon Challenge. It was destiny.

Within the trunk, Derek had carved a message. It was simple, but sincere. It included her initials and his, encompassed in both a heart and the moon. It was the universal symbol of the Summer Moon Challenge. Typically, it was only carved into the tree after it was complete. Derek had chosen to be proactive. It showed just how confident he was in their love.

“I stopped by this afternoon. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t see the point,” said Derek as he emerged from behind the tree.

“Spoken like a man who has a lot of confidence in his girlfriend,” said Carrie as she touched the carving.

“I just ran half-a-mile through the woods naked, my dick and balls flapping wildly every step of the way,” he told her. “I don’t think confidence begins to cover it.”

Carrie turned away from the tree and towards her approaching lover. Sure enough, he was as naked as her. If his muddy feet were any indication, he’d run just as hard through the dense woods, exposing himself to the elements.

In the soft glow of the moonlight and fireflies, he looked so beautiful. Every masculine sinew and feature lay exposed before her. She’d seen Derek naked before. She’d touched him, tasted him, and made love to him on multiple occasions. However, there was something special about seeing him naked under the light of a full moon on a balmy summer night.

He could tell from the beaming grin on his face that he appreciated the spectacle just as much. Standing before him, she made no effort to cover herself. She wanted him to see her feminine features under the light of the moon and the shade of a tree. It reflected the essence of the Summer Moon Challenge, putting them in a unique setting with which to channel their passions.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Derek said to her. “I know I’ve said that many times before, but still…”

His words trailed off. Derek was usually so good at putting into words how much he loved her, but for once, his vocabulary failed him. Carrie took a step closer and offered a loving grin of her own.

“It’s okay. Sometimes, what we say can never fully convey what we feel,” said Carrie. “I think that’s the point of the challenge.”

“You sure? The way I heard it, the first couple who did this were just fooling around behind their parents’ back.”

“Their reasons don’t matter. The feelings that drove them to do it…that’s why it endears. That’s also why I wanted to do this with you. I could never tell you how much I love you, Derek. Through this…a challenge, a test, or whatever you want to call it…I can show you”

Carrie could already feel the passion between them escalating. Like two lost souls drawn together, they approached each other. There happened to be a small patch of thick grass just under the carving. That was where they met.

Without saying a word and with more fireflies buzzing around their naked bodies, she and Derek embraced. As soon as she felt his skin touch hers, the final part of the Summer Moon Challenge commenced.

“Derek?” she said while gazing into his eyes.

“Yes, my darling Carrie?” he said as he caressed her face.

“Make love to me. Make love to me right here…under this tree…under summer moon.”

According to the story, those were the exact words the woman said to her lover. Every couple that had attempted the Summer Moon Challenge repeated that line, as if to channel the passions of that first couple. Within Derek’s loving embrace, she could feel the spirit of those lovers find them.

“Right here…under the summer moon,” he said distantly.

“Under the summer moon,” Carrie repeated.

In a final echo of this story that had echoed through the years, she and Derek kissed. Even in the windy, midnight summer humidity, it tasted so sweet. Finally, passions could flow freely, unburdened by uncertainty and reservation.

The kiss naturally evolved into foreplay. With their lips softly entwined, they touched and caressed each other’s naked bodies. Carrie pawed his chest while he fondled her butt, tracing a path up her feminine curves, taking full advantage of their nude state. The brief gusts of wind gave them even more incentive to immerse themselves in one another’s intimate heat. It quickly built an arousal that had been sparked before they’d arrived.

That heat between her legs turned into something more tangible. Her thighs rubbed together in anticipation, her womanhood becoming wet and engorged despite the brisk winds. Derek achieved a similar arousal. In his embrace, she felt his manhood stiffen rapidly. The touch of naked skin, combined with her affectionate pawing, got both his passions and his blood flowing in the right direction.

Dazed by passion, the challenge became secondary. Their focus was each other and their intentions were clear. She and Derek were going to take their love and turn it into a physical act under the light of the moon. Between the buzzing fireflies and the chorus of crickets echoing through the trees, it felt like as though nature was urging them to make love.

Neither she nor Derek needed that much urging. She felt him slip his hand between her thighs where he cupped the outer folds of her pussy, as if to confirm that she was as aroused as him. She let out a sharp gasp, shuddering within his embrace to leave no doubt.

“Derek…take me,” Carrie told him.

Breathing heavily, his gaze locked with hers, the man who dared to share this fateful challenge obliged her. He eagerly grasped her hips, lifted her up into his powerful arms, and laid her down upon the soft grass just in front of the trunk of the tree.

Carrie clung to his shoulders, never diverting her gaze from him. More fireflies swirled around their naked bodies as he got on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and aligning their bodies in preparation for their intimate union.

“Carrie…my love,” he said.

Again, his words failed him. That didn’t matter, though. For once, Derek let his actions do the talking. It was the only way to adequately convey their love.

His grip in her hips tightened, as did her grip on his shoulders. She hitched her legs around his waist in anticipation, feeling his hardened manhood rub up against her wet entrance. With their eyes still locked, he thrust his hips forward and entered her.

Hard masculine flesh entered hot feminine depths.

Powerful feelings that could not be put into words became real actions.

Under the light of the moon, the challenge was officially complete.

“Oohhh Derek!” Carrie cried out, her blissful cries shattering the silence of the night.

It was a scene right out of myth and legend. Two lovers had come together under the light of the moon. Guided by passion and desire, they expressed their love in an intimate act for nature to see. It proclaimed to the universe that their love was special and worth celebrating. The Summer Moon Challenge was just their way of proving it.

Derek was extra-motivated. Imbued with primal passion, he rocked her body with his, working his hips and caressing her body with the utmost care. He’d made love to her before, but never with such focus and fervor. With every motion, he let out a grunt that echoed with a very masculine strength. It drove Carrie wild in ways she’d never experienced. Beyond just stimulating the intimate depths of her core, it gave her a rush that compounded the intimacy.

In the mid-summer heat, sweat formed on their flesh, allowing their flesh to seamlessly glide together. From the ruffle of the grass to the gusts of wind to the swirling fireflies, it felt like nature was cheering them on. She and Derek responded in kind.

“We’re really doing it,” Carrie gasped as her body rocked. “Here…under the moon…we’re making love. Ooh I love it!”

“Mmm…me too!” said Derek, just before he kissed again.

Inspired and impassioned, they mixed up the pace and form of their lovemaking. Carrie shared in the exertion, rolling her lover over, getting on top of him, and riding his cock with the same vigor as he’d done before. He used that as an opportunity to fondle her breasts and squeeze her butt. He was always playful during sex, but he never lost focus.

Under the tree and the beaming moonlight, they rolled around and made love in various positions, not minding the dirt and grime that clung to their naked bodies. Not one ounce of passion could go to waste. She and Derek were determined to make the Summer Moon Challenge the ultimate manifestation of their love.

Under the weight of those vented passions, the culmination of that love drew near. Carrie felt it coming strong. It was an orgasm like no other, a byproduct of shared passion with an incredible lover. She sensed Derek holding back for her, wanting to enjoy the feeling for as long as their bodies allowed. As she neared that special edge, she caressed her lover’s face firmly and locked her eyes with him once more.

“Derek…I’m close! I’m so…so close!” she told him.

“So…so am I, Carrie,” he said through labored grunts.

“Please…let’s do it together. Let’s…share this…together!”

The pace of their sex intensified.

Derek got on top of her again and found his second wind, unleashing one last round of powerful thrusts to carry them into that world of ecstasy. Carrie let her blissful moans guide him through the final steps.

Then, it happened. In what felt like the most fitting triumph to the Summer Moon Challenge, she and her lover achieved orgasm together.

“Ohhh Derek!”

“Carrie!”

It was beautiful. She couldn’t tell if their peak was perfectly simultaneous, but that didn’t matter. It still felt incredible.

She curled her toes, dug her nails into her lover’s back, and threw her head back in an orgasmic outburst that echoed throughout the woods. Outside, she didn’t have to concern herself with disturbing the neighbors or making a scene. Out in nature, she could articulate her ecstasy to the greatest extent possible.

Derek clung to her as hard as she clung to him, caressing her face with one hand while clinging to her thigh with the other. She watched his expression become awash in ecstasy as he got his release. She could feel his manhood and her womanhood throbbing together, sharing in the flow of ecstasy.

They soaked in every sensation together, their bodies shuddering together under the weight of the feeling. They lingered in their intimate union, their gasps and moans eventually fading into the echoes of the night. Even after their flesh parted, they remained in an intimate embrace. Derek lay beside her, his powerful arms wrapped around her while she lay curled up next to him. Like a powerful bond, locked with pleasure and passion, their love was secure.

“I love you,” Derek told her in his blissful daze.

“I love you too,” Carrie said with a beaming grin.

“We did it! We completed the Summer Moon Challenge,” he said with a proud grin.

“You know how the story goes. You know what that means for us, right?”

“Of course! But there’s one part of that story I think most overlook.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Carrie asked curiously.

“The first couple who did this didn’t endure because they completed the challenge. They endured because they were willing to run naked through the woods together for quality lovemaking! Honestly, can you think of a better way to affirm your love?”

 

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“New Toys” A Sexy Short Story (Involving Sex Toys)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about a couple incorporating sex toys into their love life. It was partially inspired by this one couple I knew years ago who decided to try it for their anniversary. They ended up becoming full-fledged sex toy enthusiasts. They’re still together, by the way. Enjoy!

“Um….Blake? What exactly am I looking at?” asked a confused and slightly embarrassed Heather Cyrus.

“Well, I want to say it’s exactly what you think it is, but given your limited experience with this sort of thing…”

Her boyfriend’s careful words trailed off. She sensed him trying hard not to laugh. He should’ve tried harder.

Heather had planned on enjoying a romantic night with her lover, Blake Quinton. They had endured long week. Her workload at the marketing firm was more strenuous than usual. When she told her lover she wanted to share some private time, she thought he knew what she meant.

Initially, he got the message. He left work early, ordered some take-out, and set up a candle-lit dinner. He’d also set the mood in their bedroom. He closed the blinds, lit some incense, and put on some soft jazz music. After dinner, he led her into the bedroom where Heather expected to enjoy a night of casual lovemaking. Then, before things got heated, he pulled out a box from under the bed and gave it to her.

That was when she saw it. Blake, the man she loved with all her heart and planned to marry, had bought her a sex toy.

“You don’t have to be so immature,” Heather said, rolling her eyes. “I know what sex toys are.”

“Do you?” Blake questioned. “Because what you’re looking at is no ordinary sex toy. The lady at the shop called it the mini-wand deluxe. It’s supposed to be the ultimate accessory for compact ecstasy.”

“Is that really what it’s called?” she asked skeptically. “Or is that how she got you to buy it?”

“It doesn’t matter what it’s called. What matters is why I bought it.”

“Because you thought it would be funny?” Heather scoffed.

“No,” Blake said, “because it would enhance our love life. I definitely want that. Don’t you?”

He was dead serious. Sitting on the bed next to her, he slipped his arm around her waist and embraced her affectionately. Wearing only her underwear and nighty, she could feel his love through his touch. Blake wasn’t great with words, but he often spoke volumes with his gestures.

As the surprise wore off, Heather tried to get a grip on the situation. Blake was a great guy and a wonderful boyfriend, but subtlety was not among his strengths. He couldn’t lie worth a damn. He rarely thought things through. When he got an idea, he pursued it with reckless abandon.

It was how he got his first job. One day, he got it in his head that he wanted to work on movies. Without a second thought, he drove to the nearest movie studio and got a low-paying job working cameras. Six years later, he was in charge of his own production team. It was also how they first met. At concert, he just walked up and asked her out on a whim. She accepted, not expecting to fall in love with him. Two years later, they shared an apartment and an active love life.

That, alone, was quite an accomplishment. Heather had only dated one other man in her life. That man happened to come from the same very traditional, deeply religious community as her. Growing up in that community, the idea of having a love life before her wedding night was unfathomable. The idea of sex being more than a wifely duty was just as outrageous. Naturally, it fostered some unhealthy attitudes that ultimately doomed that relationship.

Blake was different. He’d grown up in a big city. His mother was a gynecologist and his oldest sister was a lesbian. He was in a better position to learn about sex than most straight heterosexual men. He willingly shared that knowledge with her as their relationship blossomed. Heather’s attitudes about sex changed considerably, as a result. Bringing a sex toy into the mix might have been too much, too fast.

“Enhance our love life,” she repeated under her breath, “that shouldn’t sound so daunting.”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t,” Blake told her.

“And yet, here I am…a functioning adult who still hears the angry voices of nuns, priests, and teachers whenever we do it. They keep telling me this is wrong…having sex with my boyfriend and daring to enjoy it.”

“They can yell at you all they want. That doesn’t make them right.”

“I know. Believe me, I know,” said Heather with a sigh. “It’s just…the more we do it, the more I realize how wrong they were. They taught me what sex was and what not to do. They never taught me how great it felt. Hell, I didn’t know what an orgasm was until I was 19 years old.”

“Yeah, I remember that story. You thought you were having a seizure,” said Blake in a humored tone.

“I can laugh about that now, but I’m still not over it. I’ve lived most of my life being ignorant about sex. You’ve gone above and beyond to change that. It’s just…not changing as fast as I’d hoped.”

She reached into the box and picked up the mini-wand, as Blake called it. Years ago, just touching it would’ve been an affront to her entire community. It was obscene, from its phallic shape to its pinkish color. Such a device couldn’t possibly improve anyone’s sex life. It was just a tool of illicit pleasure.

That was what her old health teacher would’ve told her. Having gotten her sex education from a religious school, using anything for pure pleasure was sinful. Even a married woman wasn’t supposed to enjoy sex beyond a certain point. She had to please her husband, but that was it. Nobody said anything about her pleasure.

That included her former boyfriend. He was never abusive, but he’d been taught the same as her. When they first had sex, it wasn’t that pleasurable. It wasn’t even that passionate. She didn’t come. She hadn’t even been aroused. Even though it didn’t hurt, Heather knew in her gut that something wasn’t right. Blake, being such a wonderful man, went out of his way to teach her what others wouldn’t.

“You’ve come a long way…literally, in some cases,” Blake told her.

“Your vocabulary is uncanny,” said Heather in amusement.

“Doesn’t matter what words I use. It’s true. You’re a different woman than you were two years ago. It’s not just that you have sex, enjoy it, and appreciate your own anatomy. You’ve really grown since we’ve started doing it.”

“Which is quite a feat. My mom told me the clitoris was part of a woman’s stomach, for crying out loud.”

“It’s more than that, Heather,” he said. “You’re such a wonderful, passionate person. I saw that in you the day we met. I also saw someone who repressed the wrong feelings for the what she thought were good reasons.”

“And that line of thinking caused a lot of problems…intimate problems that you helped solve,” she said with a light smile.

“I didn’t do as much as you think,” Blake retorted. “In most cases, I didn’t have to.”

He scooted in closer, taking her in both arms. Their faces now inches apart, she melted in his embrace. Still holding the mini-wand, Heather’s heart raced as the air became heated. She’d changed into her nighty expecting to have sex, but she didn’t expect it to carry so much weight.

Within his arms, he traced a path down her body. He grazed his fingers down her waist and hips, highlighting her feminine curves. When he touched bare skin, it burned with his love. It did plenty to get her inner thighs moist with arousal, which helped reinforce his point.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Blake,” said Heather in a deeper tone, “but I’m starting to like it.”

“There’s a valid reason for it…other than wanting to make love to my beautiful girlfriend,” he said with a wry grin.

“As if I’d ever doubt that,” she chuckled.

“Then, this should cast off even more doubt,” he went on. “In my adult live, I’ve met many women who just aren’t very sexual. They’re content with simple, infrequent sex. That’s really all they need. It leaves them satisfied and fulfilled. At the same time, I’ve met women who are not like that.”

“You mean women like me?” said Heather curtly.

“You’re a special case, Heather. You had the desire, but lacked the outlet. Blame your schools, your teachers, and your conservative upbringing, but give yourself credit for retaining those passions. They’re what make you such a wonderful woman. And yes, they’re also what make you a passionate lover.”

For once, Blake was subtle. It gave his words greater weight. As she gazed into his eyes, she saw a reflection of the women that Blake helped her become. She was so proud to be that woman. She was just as proud to be this man’s lover. If his plan had been to make her want him even more, then he’d succeeded. However, Blake had a knack for overachieving.

“Oh Blake,” she said while lovingly caressing his face. “You could’ve told me all this without giving me a sex toy.”

“I know,” he said with a wide grin, “but it wouldn’t have been as romantic.”

“And you know I’m more flexible when I’m wooed,” Heather added.

“That too,” he admitted.

Between his touch and his words, she was putty in his arms. To leave no further doubts, she kissed him on the lips. She made sure it was extra deep, employing plenty of tongue. Still enraptured in his arms, she hooked her legs around his waist and pressed her body against his. Through such intimate touching, the stage was set.

She and Blake were going to make love. On top of that, she was going to enjoy it in all the ways she’d been told to avoid. She even had a new tool at their disposal.

“So…can we skip the part where I convince you to let me use this sexy gizmo?” said Blake upon breaking the kiss.

“Darling, you taught me everything I know about enjoying sex,” Heather reminded him. “I trust you to use the mini-wand to make it extra special.”

“Then, why the hell are we still wearing these itchy clothes?”

“Hmm…good question,” she said with a seductive purr.

They shared a playful laugh and kissed again. Passions began flowing more freely. Lips touched, tongues twirled, and hands roamed. Heather’s nighty wasn’t very heavy to begin with. After some minor foreplay, it was unbearable.

While kissing, she handed him the sex toy. From there, he guided her through the intimate motions she’d come to treasure. He led her to the center of the bed, removing his pants along the way. She pulled back the covers, giving them a soft, comfortable platform on which to celebrate their love.

Hovering over her amidst the candle-lit bedroom, Blake removed her nighty. Her breasts now exposed, her lover smothered them with his hands and lips. He knew how much she loved that. It was one of the first kinks she discovered with him. Once he licked her nipples and squeezed her mounds, she moaned blissfully.

“Ooh Blake!” Heather gasped. “Your touching…so soft.”

While he worked his magic, she eagerly lifted her hips and removed her panties. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten naked so urgently. It further affirmed what Blake saw in her. She was a very sexual woman and she wasn’t ashamed of that.

After she tossed her panties aside, Blake followed suit. He reluctantly removed his face from her breasts so he could take off his boxers. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis. Heather used to be so embarrassed by such a sight. She remembered blushing profusely the first time they had sex. She now appreciated the inherent beauty of male anatomy.

“And you’re hard…very, very hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manhood.

“What can I say? I get really horny after a long week,” Blake said with a casual shrug.

“Is that why you picked tonight to try out a sex toy?”

“No, but trust me. There is a reason,” he told her, “and it’ll become abundantly clear very soon!”

Heather was as excited as she was horny. Every time Blake taught her something new, it expanded her sexual awareness. Greater awareness often made for better lovemaking. She and her lover could only benefit from that.

It often required her to trust her lover’s expertise. The way he held the mini-wand hinted that he’d used sex toys before. She was still somewhat nervous. Every time she thought sex couldn’t get more intense, Blake found a way to prove otherwise.

“We’ll keep things simple,” he told her. “Spread your legs. We’ll start with basic missionary. I’ll use this and my dick to make you come.”

“Is that a promise?” Heather asked playfully.

“No. That’s a certainty!”

His voice was so deep and masculine. It showed how certain he was. Heather’s heart skipped a beat. Blake Quinton was at his most sexy when he had great confidence. Being naked, aroused, and glowing in the romantic lighting of their bedroom certainly helped. She was completely prepared for this new experience.

Now longing for her lover’s flesh, Heather spread her legs. She remained flat on her back, resting her head on one of the pillows. She watched with bated breath as her lover got on top of her, his masculine form hovering over her with amorous intent. She held onto his shoulders, the heat between their naked bodies escalating by the second.

With a sly grin, Blake tapped the button the mini-wand and it started vibrating. It was louder than she expected. Her mind raced as quickly as her heart. She thought she knew how it worked, but when it came to sex, she assumed her knowledge was incomplete.

“Are you ready, Heather?” he asked her.

He always did that, giving her an out before their flesh merged. In the past, she’d hesitated before answering. There was none of that this time.

“I’m ready, my love,” she told him.

Having received her blessing, Blake aligned his hardened manhood with her moist folds. As soon as the tip grazed over her labia, he thrust forward and entered her.

It was so easy and smooth. That was a far cry from her earlier sexual experiences. Just being aroused during penetration went a long way towards making sex pleasurable. She’d come to appreciate this moment, feeling her lover enter her. For Blake, it was usually a prelude to something greater.

“Mmm…so hot,” he said. “Let’s make it hotter!”

What her lover did next might again change everything she thought she knew about sex.

With one hand, he gripped her left thigh. With the other, he guided the vibrating mini-wand to her pelvis and pressed it against her clitoris. When he did this, he began working his hips in a steady humping motion. An onslaught of sensations followed, which caught Heather by surprise.

“Whoa!” she gasped. “That feels…whoa!”

“That mean you like it?” Blake teased.

“Yes! Fuck yes, that feels great!”

If she’d used that language back home, everyone in her neighborhood would’ve recoiled in horror. While Heather usually avoided profanity, even after leaving home, she gladly made an exception.

It was incredible. The combination of her lover pumping his cock within her vagina while the mini-wand stimulated her clitoris triggered a rush of sensations that made her rethink the workings of female anatomy. It was as though her sex had been operating at half-capacity all her life. Now, everything was fully operational.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh my fucking God, yes!” Heather cried out.

She wasn’t usually that vocal during sex. Then again, sex never felt this good.

Her enthusiastic reaction inspired her lover to step up his efforts. Blake dug his knees and feet into the bed and humped harder. He gasped and grunted with each motion, his manhood slithering seamlessly inside her vagina. He worked up a sweat as he rocked her body, as well as their bed. Through each motion, he kept the mini-wand pressed against her clit. That stimulation, along with the feeling of their sexual union, sent Heather into uncharted ecstasy.

It might as well have been an express lane to O-Town. She could already feel an orgasm approaching. It didn’t usually come that quickly or easily. That kind of pleasure often required significant effort. Even when she masturbated, she had to push herself to get to that magical threshold. The female orgasm was supposed to be a bonus, not an expectation. Her priorities had clearly been wrong.

“Oh my…ooh Blake! I think I’m coming! I think…oohhh yes!”

“Already? Whoa!” Blake said.

He had to steady his movements. Her body often took on a life of its own when she climaxed. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and she let out moans that defied description. Heather used to think that was just a byproduct of being so sexually repressed. Now, she might have only been half-right.

The feeling was sharp and strong, like a shock to the system. It started in her core and ripped out from all directions, flooding her body with the ecstasy she’d come to love. As she soaked it in, she clung harder to her lover’s flesh. His gaze never diverted from her. She never looked away either, even as her face contorted to the intense sensations.

Blake’s love for her was never more apparent. He once told her that watching a woman climax was like watching a beautiful sunset while winning the Super Bowl. He might have been exaggerating, but at that moment, he was in awe.

“That worked better than I thought,” Blake said in amazement.

“Speak…for yourself,” said Heather, still breathless from her orgasm.

“In other words, sex toys are now part of our sex life?”

Heather answered with a beaming smile. He smiled back, indicating he got the message. She released her grip on his shoulders and caressed his face, pulling him into a loving kiss. She was still deep in an orgasmic, but was coherent enough to pursue more desires.

It was official. She loved sex toys. The mini-wand did what it was supposed to do. It enhanced their sex life. However, the extent of that enhancement remained incomplete.

“Is that a yes?” asked Blake when she broke the kiss.

“More like an almost,” said Heather coyly.

“Almost? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out!”

At that moment, the passionate persona of Heather Cyrus – the same that Blake had mentioned, moments ago – took over. She kissed her lover again, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him over so that he was flat on his back. She also took the mini-wand from him, which continued vibrating. Their flesh had only parted briefly, but Blake was still hard and she was still wet.

“Heather…this side of you,” he said as he gazed up at her in awe.

“I know,” she replied with a seductive undertone.

“I always knew it was there.”

“You’re damn right! And now, I have the tools to embrace it…literally.”

They laughed and kissed again. She’d trusted Blake to make sex wonderful for her. Now, she was poised to return the favor and the mini-wand was going to make it special.

As soon as their lips parted, she straddled his waist and aligned her body with his. Still holding the sex toy in one hand, she reached behind to guide his cock back into her. A smooth fleshly union followed. She was still so wet from her release and he was so hard, having not gotten his. Once her womanly depths embraced his manly flesh, basic lust took over.

She began riding him cowgirl style. It was a position she’d once avoided, mostly due to her limited understanding of how sex should manifest. She’d come to appreciate it, but she never pursued it so eagerly. That was before she had the aid of a sex toy. As soon as she set the pace of their sex, she put it to good use.

Using what Blake had showed her earlier, she pressed the vibrating tip against her clit. Some extra shots of bliss followed. She was a little clumsy with it at first, having to hold it in place while she worked her hips. She quickly adapted. In short order, she making love to Blake while pleasuring herself with every motion.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oohhh it’s so good! It feels so…so good!” Heather panted.

“My God, Heather…so beautiful,” said Blake in a deepening daze.

He squeezed her butt while she rode him, thrusting upwards to supplement every motion. The extra effort, along with the extra pleasure, inspired the most intense sex they’d ever shared to that point.

It was so hot and vigorous. The bed never rocked so hard. Heather had never moved with such fervor. By embracing her sexier side, she connected with a deeper feeling. The look on Blake’s face said it all. He gazed up at her as though she were a sex goddess. That was so fitting because she felt like one. There was no other way to describe the experience.

Together, their naked bodies moved and gyrated. Every intimate motion was perfectly synchronized. His flesh slithered sensually inside her, stimulating every sensitive spot along the way. At one point, Blake placed his hand atop hers to help press the mini-want against her clit. It added even more meaning to the pleasure. It also made a second orgasm inevitable.

“Blake…my love,” Heather panted. “Again! I’m going to…come again!”

“Me too, Heather. Me…too!” he grunted.

“Let’s…let’s do it together!”

It was ambitious, seeking to share a simultaneous orgasm. Blake told her early on in their sex life that it rarely happened that way. Every cheesy romance novels and pornos grossly overstated how easy it was for two people to time their peaks. Heather could count all the times she’d achieved that with Blake on one hand. However, thanks to the aid of a sex toy, it didn’t seem so impossible.

It was just a matter of riding his cock a little harder, drawing him closer to the brink, and timing her release accordingly. It took some heavy coordination. She had to read the twitches in her lover’s expression and the throbbing of his cock inside her. At the same time, she had to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clit with the mini-wand.

It tested everything she’d learned about sex to that point. When they came, she let the heavens know she passed with flying colors.

“Oohhh Blake!”

“Ohhh Heather!”

Their shared cries blended together seamlessly. In that wondrous moment, Heather arched her back and shuddered under the fresh onslaught of pleasure. This time, her lover joined her.

He clenched her hand and squeezed her butt as he climaxed, letting out sharp grunts as his member throbbed inside her. She felt that warm, intimate sensation as his manly fluids mixed with her womanly juices inside her womb.

It was like two hearts beating together.

It was like two minds sharing a single thought.

It was like two bodies becoming truly one.

Beyond the ecstasy was an intimacy that defied description. Heather, once defined by misguided attitudes, could finally accept it. This was who she was. It felt so good and so right. She just needed the right lover and the right tools to realize it.

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

“I love you too, Heather,” Blake said with a loving grin.

“And I love this new toy of ours,” she added.

“Good to know!”

They smiled and laughed while absorbing the ecstasy. As the afterglow settled in, their lower bodies parted and Heather collapsed atop her lover. They shared an affectionate kiss, but she didn’t let go of the mini-wand. She had every intention of exploring its uses for the rest of the night.

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Sex Robots And Sexy Short Stories: A (Big) Response And New Ideas

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Whenever I write one of my Sexy Short Stories, I do so not knowing whether it’ll resonate with audiences. Like any other media or genre, it really is a crap shoot. You have no idea what’s going to hit and most of the time, the stuff you think will hit ends up missing.

Well, in the past couple days, I’m dealing with the biggest hit I’ve had since I started writing these Sexy Short Stories. Fittingly enough, it’s all thanks to sex robots.

It’s kind of fitting. I write articles about them. Now, my most successful short story in terms of traffic and upvotes on Reddit is built around them. To date, I’ve written three short stories involving sex robots.

Eva One’s First Test

Adam One’s First Test

My First Sex Robot

Just this past week, “My First Sex Robot” became the most successful to date. It received over 60 upvotes on Reddit and garnered more positive comments than any other story to date. On top of that, I got a considerable spike in traffic on this website, thanks to that story.

I don’t know if it’s just timing or a fluke, but there seems to be a market and an appetite for stories featuring sex robots. Since writing sexy short stories is one of my passions, I’d like to fill that need.

With that in mind, I’d like to use this opportunity to solicit input. Sex robots are an emerging technology. It’s something that most still see as curiosity or a peculiarity. I suspect they’re going to be much more than that in the coming years. I’d like to get ahead of that curve, as much as possible.

To do so, there are many questions to contemplate. This is a new technology and an emerging genre. What do you, the readers, want in a story about sex robots? I’m not just talking about sex robots being a minor plot detail. What kind of story do you want to read when sex robots are the center of the story?

Do you want to read a story that’s told completely from the point of view of the sex robot?

Do you want to read about how people and users react to sex robots?

Do you want to read about the emotional connections that these robots form with their lovers?

Do you want to read about new and unique sex acts that are only possible with a sex robot?

Do you to read about the artificial intelligence aspect of sex robots?

Do you want to read about how sex robots change or subvert romance?

Do you want to read about robots falling in love when they’re not supposed to?

I’m sure I’m missing a few questions, but that’s exactly why I’m making this post. Please, if you can, take the time to let me know what kind of stories you want me to write on this topic. I’ve already got a few other stories in the works, but I’d like to focus more on sex robots for future stories. I want to see if I can break new ground in this genre.

To those who helped make “My First Sex Robot” such an unexpected success, I thank you. Now, let’s build on it!

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