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Sexy Short Story: Sharing The Love

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of Sudowrite. Enjoy!


It was Thursday night. It was dark, cloudy, and windy out. Alana Mason had told her roommates, Tanya Sheen and Travis Bailey, that she was working late that night at her office. Being a graphic designer for a media company, that wasn’t unusual. But about a month ago, that became a lie. Because she didn’t work late on Thursdays anymore. Instead, she came home early, knowing very well that this was the night that Tanya and Travis had designated as their sex night.

Not long ago, Alana wouldn’t have cared. She had always been promiscuous, going back to high school. But recently, she experienced a nasty breakup with an abusive ex-boyfriend whose name she refused to say out loud. She hadn’t been on a date, let alone had sex since then.

By contrast, Tanya and Travis might as well be a fairy tale romance. Alana had watched it unfold first-hand, being one of Tanya’s oldest friends. She’d been there when Tanya and Travis met at a track and field event. She knew from the first day there was chemistry. They were both so outgoing and affectionate. Nobody was surprised when they fell in love and had remained in love, all throughout college.

Their relationship was the opposite of the numerous relationships Alana had experienced. Either they were just passionless hook-ups or endlessly volatile, leaving her bitter and envious of what her friends had. She’d even seen Travis and Tanya fool around with other couples, but not get at all jealous. At one point, seeing them together was genuinely upsetting.

Then, one night, she started listening to them on the nights they had sex. What started as a lurid curiosity soon became a growing intrigue. It eventually got to a point where Alana went out of her way to spy on Tanya and Travis when they were getting intimate. Tonight was no exception. Having entered the front door as quietly as possible, she carefully navigated their darkened apartment towards their bedroom.

As always, their door wasn’t fully closed. They didn’t bother because they didn’t think they had to. Alana peeked inside, her heart pounding in anticipation. The dimly lit room was illuminated by the soft glow of candles and the cityscape outside. It was a very intimate ambience and Tanya and Travis were making good use of it.

“Ohhh Tanya…” Travis gasped in that deep, masculine tone of his.

The sound of his voice perfectly complemented the erotic imagery before Alana. Travis was already fully naked, his legs dangling over the foot of the bed while he leaned back on his arms. And Tanya was down on her knees, having stripped down to her bra and panties, giving her lover sensual, yet thorough blowjob.

“She just loves showing off those soft, supple lips of hers,” Alana said under her breath as she watched intently.

Taking a closer look, Alana could see the way Tanya’s plump, pink lips engulfed the entire length of Travis’s impressive girth. Travis groaned in pleasure as Tanya ran her tongue up and down his shaft before sucking on the head of his cock. Alana couldn’t help but feel jealousy and lust surging through her veins. She slid her hand into her panties, her fingers dancing along her moist folds.

While Alana got her juices flowing, Tanya showed off more of her oral sex skills. She took him deep into her mouth, massaging his balls with her left hand as she cupped her own breast with her right. Alana’s free hand found her breast, rubbing it through her shirt and imagining it was her in Tanya’s place.

Tanya looked up at Travis, locking their eyes together while she continued to suck him off. The love and trust they shared was overwhelming. Alana couldn’t help but moan softly, her panties now soaked with arousal. Alana still couldn’t believe what she was doing. She knew it was wrong to spy on them like this, but she couldn’t help it. The way they loved each other so openly and honestly, it was intoxicating. And the more she watched them, the more she yearned for that kind of intimacy for herself.

“If only I could have…could feel what they feel,” Alana whispered to herself.

She continued pleasuring herself while trying to keep quiet. But Travis and Tanya were already progressing to the next stage of their sex. After sucking him nice and hard, getting him fully erect, Tanya rose up from the floor and playfully slipped off her bra. Travis shot her a beaming grin, burying his face between her newly exposed breasts while grasping the sides of her panties before sliding them off. Once fully naked, they playfully laughed together as they got onto the bed and proceeded to make out with impassioned fervor.

Alana’s breathing was starting to get heavy. Her once slow, deliberate panting now turned into proper moans as she rubbed her clit in time with their kisses. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, it reminded her of what she was missing out on in her life. The fact that the couple before her didn’t know they were being watched only made the entire ordeal more erotic.

Eventually, the heated foreplay led to Tanya getting on all fours, grasping the thick comforter of their king-sized bed while Travis positioned himself behind her. From afar, Alana could see his fully erect cock. Her mouth went dry with desire at such a sight. But she could only watch as Travis grasped his lover’s waist, guided the tip of his penis towards the moist entrance to Tanya’s vagina, and thrust his hardened member into her.

A deep, guttural moan escaped Tanya’s lips as she arched her back. Alana watched on in astonished awe as she watched the couple in front of her have sex. Tanya’s eyes were closed, her head tilted back in pure ecstasy as Travis began to thrust his hips into hers. Alana could see the look of pure unadulterated bliss on Tanya’s flushed face, and it made her green with envy.

“Oh, God Travis…Yes! Yes! Ooh yes!” Tanya cried out as he pounded into her from behind.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking – the slap of skin against skin, the wet squelching noises as Travis’s member slid in and out of Tanya’s wet pussy, and their heavy breathing. It was so raw, intimate, and sensual.

Watching so intently, Alana couldn’t take it anymore. She was so wet that she felt like she would combust if she didn’t finish herself off now. Alana unceremoniously pulled down her panties and slid three fingers inside her wet folds. She needed something inside of her right now, anything to help ease the ache in her core caused by watching the couple in front of her.

Meanwhile, Tanya and Travis continued to make love. Their moans, their heavy breathing, and the wet noises of their bodies colliding in an erotic spectacle. They were so affectionate, yet so energetic. Alana tried to replicate their motions as best as she could, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy at a frenetic pace. She moved her free hand up to her aching nipples, pinching them hard, mimicking what she saw on the bed in front of her. Her other hand continued to work its magic between her legs, desperate to reach the orgasm that was just out of reach.

“Oh Tanya…my love! You feel…so good,” Travis gasped, his voice strained with desire.

“Mmm…my sweet, Trea,” Tanya moaned, calling him by their pet name. It was a silly inside joke between them that nobody else knew about. “Please! Don’t…stop.”

In that moment, Alana had never been more jealous of a couple than she was right now. She wanted that kind of intimacy, that kind of connection with someone so badly that it hurt. But as she watched them make love, their bodies moving in perfect unison, Alana knew that the kind of love they shared was rare. And she wasn’t sure she would ever find it for herself.

That solemn thought was quickly obscured by the heightened gasps of Tanya and Travis. They were both close to climaxing. Alana could tell. Tanya had one of those unmistakable O-faces when she was approaching orgasm. And Travis had that intense look of determination he always got when he was about to go off.

“Baby…I’m coming!” Travis exclaimed.

“Me too, love! Me too!” Tanya cooed.

With a few more heavy thrusts Travis threw his head back and grunted, his hips twitching as he came inside Tanya. Tanya’s body contracted around him, her own orgasm washing over her. Alana could tell from the way her lover’s back arched and the high-pitched moans that escaped her lips that Tanya was experiencing pure ecstasy.

As Alana watched them ride out their orgasms, her envy led her to finger her vagina even harder, longing to join them in ecstasy. She was close…really close to getting that sweet release. She barely noticed that Tanya and Travis were now upright on the bed, kissing and caressing as they often did after sex.

But before Alana brought herself over the edge, her friend’s voice shattered the moment.

“Enjoying the show, Lana?” Tanya said.

“How would you grade our performance?” Travis said teasingly.

Almost immediately, Alana’s eyes widened with shock and embarrassment. She was so shaken that she practically fell over herself, her panties partially down her thighs and breasts still exposed. She briefly contemplated dashing down the hall to her bedroom. But Tanya and Travis were already laughing.

“It’s okay. We don’t mind having an audience,” Travis assured her.

“He’s right. Come on, don’t be shy! Open the door,” said Tanya.

Still blushing with embarrassment, Alana reluctantly stood up. She tried to fix herself in vain. She got her panties back up, but her breast was still partially exposed. She decided to let it be and opened the door.

As she entered, Alana tried to hide her expression as she approached her the amused couple. They were clearly holding back their laughter, but they didn’t seem too upset about being spied on during a private, intimate moment. They didn’t even make an effort to cover their naked bodies as Alana stood by the foot of the bed.

“So uh…” Alana began, struggling to find the words.

Tanya and Travis looked at her, their eyes alight with amusement. Alana had never been so mortified in all her life.

“So, how was the show?” Tanya asked casually. “Did you find it sufficiently sexy?”

“Or could we have used more dirty talk?” Travis offered.

Alana was still silent, offering only an awkward smile. She knew they were toying with her. But their friendly demeanor was reassuring.

“How long?” Alana found herself asking. “How long have you known I’ve been…eavesdropping?”

Tanya laughed and shook her head.

“Oh, Lana! We’ve known for over a month,” she confessed. “We’ve been waiting for you to either come clean or stop eavesdropping on us. Honestly, we were running out of ideas on how to ramp up the show. But I see we won’t have to worry about that anymore,” Tanya said with a wink.

Alana felt her cheeks burn even brighter, but her two best friends just grinned at her. She then realized something. They weren’t mad at her for invading their privacy. They seemed more concerned that she didn’t just talk to them.

“So, you’re not mad?” Alana asked cautiously.

“Nah, we’re not mad,” Tanya reassured her. “If anything, we’re flattered you find our sex life so…intriguing.”

“Yeah, and besides,” Travis added as he planted a kiss on Tanya’s neck, “if you were to catch us, we would prefer it be with you. You’re not just Tanya’s friend. You’re someone who’s had it rough lately on the romance front. If watching us helps you cope…hell, we’re happy to oblige!”

Alana felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she exhaled in relief. She also felt the tension within her ease. They were right. She had been going through a dry spell lately, romantically and sexually. Since her last breakup, Alana had turned to less than reputable sources to relieve her pent-up frustration. There were far worse ways she could’ve dealt with it. This felt like the least damaging option.

“Thanks, you guys,” Alana said, finally gathering her thoughts. “I guess…I just…”

“Missed having someone in your life? Or just someone to share your bed?” Tanya finished.

Alana nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it Lana,” Travis told her. “You’ve always been an affectionate, loving person. You’ll find a way to bounce back.”

“He’s right,” Tanya agreed, “You never know when you’ll find that special someone. Or when that special someone will find you.”

“I know. I just get…impatient sometimes,” said Alana, “and maybe a little lonely.”

“Lonely, eh?” said Tanya, who clearly noticed her disheveled clothes. “Is that all you are?”

A fresh round of embarrassment came over Alana. This time, she just shook her head and laughed. Tanya was a great friend, but she was not subtle, especially when it came to sexual matters. Alana usually didn’t mind, being very sexual herself. But this was an unusual situation.

While she continued to process everything that was unfolding, Tayna and Travis exchanged glances. Alana knew those looks. That lack of subtlety showed once more. Something was brewing in those mischievous minds of theirs.

Tanya then whispered something into her lover’s ear.

Travis whispered something back.

Their demeanor shifted as they got off the bed together and approached Alana.

“Lana…if you’re really this lonely,” Tanya said, her tone very suggestive, “why don’t you join us tonight?”

“Uh…join you?” said Alana, her mind racing along with her hormones. “You mean…”

Exactly what you think we mean,” said Travis, as he and Tanya now stood intimately close to her. “Join us in our sex night.”

“Take your clothes off. Get in bed with us. Enjoy some real, actual sex with people who care about you,” added Tanya. “You clearly want it.”

“And we don’t mind the extra company,” said Travis.

Alana’s demeanor shifted. They were both dead serious. They were really offering her to join them in a three-way.

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be weird for you?”

“Of course not!” Tanya said playfully. “Besides, it’s been a while since me and Travis enjoyed a three-way.”

“And it’s not every day you get to help a lonely friend, who just happens to be a sexy woman,” Travis added with a wink.

Alana glanced between her two best friends. Then, she looked to the inviting bed behind her. To share bed with the couple she had been spying on about for months…to feel their bodies against hers, to see if their sex was as mind-blowing as she had witnessed…a part of her dared her to say yes.

Her curiosity was piqued. And the lack of sex lately had left her body practically ached for a physical and emotional release. Both Tanya and Travis were willing, if not eager, to help her. The more Alana thought about it, the fewer excuses she had to refuse.

Finally, she came to a discussion.

“Alright,” she finally agreed, giving in to temptation. “Let’s do this!”

Tanya and Travis cheered in delight and embraced her. Their naked bodies already got Alana’s heart racing, but for very different reasons than before.

“Great!” Travis said, clearly excited about the prospect of another woman. “I promise we’ll make it really good for you.”

“No wonder Tanya loves you so much,” Alana remarked.

“Her’s a man of his word. And I care about my friend,” Tanya said. “So, let us help you. Get undressed already!”

“Here, we’ll help you,” said Travis.

The couple skillfully coordinated in getting her out of her clothes. They had clearly done something like this before. They were slow, playful, and sensual in their gestures. But that helped Alana relax into this unfamiliar situation. With every article of clothing that came off, Alana felt her inhibitions melt away. By the time her panties were around her ankles, she was fully on board with this.

Tossing her clothes aside, Alana stood before them in all her naked glory. Her heart would not stop pounding and her breaths were ragged with anticipation. She was really doing this. She was going to get in bed with Tanya and Travis for real.

“Well? Am I fit to join you in your bed?” she asked smoothly, trying to sound more confident than she looked.

“Yes…very fit,” Tanya purred, admiring her body up close.

“And…juicier too,” Travis added, playfully grasping her butt.

“Now shut up and kiss us! You’re already horny, so let’s get you comfortable.”

This time, Alana didn’t overthink. When Travis and Tanya kissed her, she eagerly kissed back. At the same time, Travis began fondling her breasts. Tanya reached down between her thighs and caressed the moist outer folds of her vagina.

Alana moaned, arching her back, and whimpered as Tanya’s fingers rubbed her clit. Alana felt herself melting under their touches as they laid her gently onto the bed, Travis’s hands roaming down her back while Tanya’s tongue explored her neck and collarbone. His fingers traced the lines of her spine before delving into her wet heat between her legs. She let out a long, low moan. The sensation of his fingers probing inside her was electric. She bucked up into his touch, wanting more.

Meanwhile, Tanya attached her lips to a nipple and suckled greedily, drawing it deep into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before releasing it.

“Oohh yes!” Alana gasped out.

Her hips rocked instinctively against Tanya’s touch as Travis probed deeper, finding that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her stomach clench with pleasure. Their scent filled the room – sweat, sex, and their uniquely entwined scent mixed together in the warmth of their love-making space.

She couldn’t believe how good this felt. They were driving her wild with desire as they took turns touching, teasing, and tantalizing her. Alana felt so hot and wet. But she also felt cared for and loved. That just took her desire to a new level.

“I think she’s ready for more, love,” said Tanya.

“I think so too,” agreed Travis.

“What do you think? Should we show her our oral skills?”

“I think we should!”

Alana opted to not say a word. She just grinned and let her friends lead, laying her in the middle of the bed while they strategically positioned themselves around her nude form. Tanya pushed her thighs apart and trailed her tongue up her inner thighs, eventually arriving Alana’s waiting pussy. Travis knelt by her side, his semi-erect right in her face. Alana playfully licked it, having not tasted a good cock in quite some time.

As Tanya’s tongue started to explore Alana’s pussy, she let out a delighted moan, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth on her sensitive folds. Tanya kissed and licked, sucked and nibbled, driving Alana wild. She could feel every lick, every caress in her very core. She bucked her hips up into Tanya’s face, wanting more. Her juices flowed as Tanya lapped at her clit while her fingers danced inside of her, finding that perfect spot that made her shudder in delight.

Travis watched intently as he grew harder by the second from Alana’s oral teasing. She tried to match Tanya’s rhythm, suckling and slurping along his shaft, evoking deep grunts of approval from the handsome man before her. As he enjoyed her efforts, Travels leaned in and massaged her breasts, rubbing her nipples as he watched Tanya work her magic on Alana’s pussy below him. The scent of their sweat and desire filled the air, intensifying the passion between them all.

Alana felt herself getting closer to climaxing as Tanya expertly teased her with her tongue, making circles around her clit before flicking it with precision. It was more than enough to send ripples of pleasure through her body. After getting herself so close earlier, but never passing the final threshold, the orgasm that followed was extra intense.

She let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. Most of it was muffled by Travis’ cock being in her mouth, but Tanya could definitely sense it.

“Ooh! Sounds like we got her off already,” Tanya said, her face now coated in Alana’s juices.

“It really has been a while for you, hasn’t it?” Travis said, running his fingers through her hair.

Alana just moaned affirmatively, too out of breath to form coherent words. She also continued licking along his cock, her body writhing from her overdue sexual release. By now, Travis was fully erect again. And Alana was still very much in need of more sex.

“I think you’re right, love,” said Tanya, “which is why she’s going to need more.”

“I agree. What did you have in mind?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know his lover’s dirty mind.

“What do you think? Get on your back and let her ride you! Let her get some good, quality dick!”

They knew her well. Alana was convinced now that they had been planning this. There was no way they could be this coordinated on a whim. But she didn’t dare complain. Because they were right. She did need more. And the prospect of enjoying Travis’ fully erect dick was very enticing.

“You two are too good to me,” Alana said.

“You can thank us after you’ve had your fill,” Tanya said.

With newfound urgency, Tanya and Travis rearranged their bodies. Travis laid flat on his back right next to where Alana had been. Tanya helped her up, her lower body still hot from her first orgasm. But she was still plenty horny to mount this handsome naked man before her, align his cock with her still-moist pussy, and indulge in more sex.

Tanya still lingered behind her, as if to give her extra guidance and encouragement. “Go on,” she told her. “Enjoy this wonderful man’s cock.”

Alana straddled his hips, her tight pussy slowly sinking down on his cock as she took him into her. She couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling of fullness and warmth. Her inner walls gripped him, clenching and unclenching around his shaft. With each upward thrust, she felt him hit her G-spot perfectly, sending electric shocks through her body. She moaned with pleasure as she rode him in a cowgirl position, her breasts bouncing blissfully with every move.

Travis watched them both in awe, the three of them now so erotically connected. He reached out to hold onto her hips for support and encouragement, guiding her movements up and down while she took control of the pace. Their skin slapped against each other in rhythm as sweat dripped from their bodies.

Luxuriating in the sea of pleasure that engulfed her, Alana let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as she felt herself impaled by Travis’ hard cock. She rocked her hips gently at first, slowly adjusting to the sensation of being filled once more. Her muscles clenched around his shaft as she eased into a steady rhythm, moaning unabashedly at the feeling of his manhood invading her.

Tanya’s warm hand on her breast and clit encouraged her, pressing her close to him. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping against wet skin, creating an erotic symphony that filled the air. Travis’ hearty grunts joined the chorus as he intensified his thrusts while Alana rode him with raw passion.

Alana was getting close again. She yearned for another orgasm. She could tell that Travis was close too, his face contorting in anticipation.

“Oh fuck! Oohh fuck! I…I’m close! Travis…Tanya…I’m really close!” Alana panted.

“Me…too! Almost…there!” Travis grunted.

“Do it, you two! Come together!” Tanya urged.

Their gasps grew louder, and their movements more urgent. Tanya continued to massage Alana’s clit, while Travis held her hips firmly in place as he thrust upwards. Until finally, their peak came like a tidal wave crashing over them both at once.

Travis’ cock was hard and throbbing inside of her, pulsing with his release. It felt hot and slick against the walls of her tightness as it twitched and spasmed with every last drop of his warm cum. Alana’s body trembled as she moaned in pleasure, her muscles clenching tightly around him, drawing out his climax even further. As they both reached their peak, their bodies moved in a beautiful synchronized dance, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the room with their moans and gasps of release.

As Travis’ orgasm washed over him, his cock twitched inside of her, pulsating with undeniable pleasure. Alana’s body responded in kind, quivering and shaking as she was filled with the warm burst of his release. The sensation of being completely filled and intimately connected to him sent Alana into another peak of pleasure, her cries of ecstasy blending together with Travis’ as they reached new heights of passion. The room was filled with the palpable heat and intensity of their joined bodies, creating a symphony of desire and fulfillment.

Alana could feel every ridge and vein of Travis’ hard cock pulsing inside of her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His warm cum coated her insides, making her skin tingle and her muscles quiver with satisfaction. Her entire being was consumed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure as she cried out, unable to control the intense response that Travis had ignited within her. Together, their moans echoed throughout the room, creating a symphony of pleasure that left them both breathless and completely spent.

“My god…I really did need that,” Alana found herself saying.

As their climaxes ebbed, Alana collapsed next to Travis. He then rolled over to face her while Tanya laid next to her on the other side, rubbed her back soothingly, planting a light kiss on her neck as they all basked in the afterglow of their shared experience.

Alana still couldn’t believe what had just happened. She just had sex with her best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend. It didn’t just feel amazing. It made her feel loved and cared for. Having seen Tanya and Travis share so much of that feeling with each other, it was incredible, tasting that feeling for herself.

“Wow!” Alana said as the three of them bathed in the afterglow. “You two…are the best!”

“No, honey. You’re the best,” Tanya said, looking at her with a loving expression. “We just helped you realize it.”

“And if you ever feel unloved and need us to share some,” Travis said, “well…you already know our sex night!”

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Sexy Short Story: The Fantasy Chamber 2

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI, which is a follow-up to the first Fantasy Chamber story I wrote. Enjoy!


“Well…here I am,” said an anxious, but curious Tyler Lace. “Just what the hell have I gotten myself into?”

The young college freshman struggled to process the situation before him. It started with him needing extra money to pay for a new laptop computer for one of his class. That led him to answering an ad for volunteers for an experiment by the Aeronet Science Lab. That lab just happened to be one of the most celebrated and secretive facilities in the country. Few knew what went on in their largely unremarkable building. But nobody could doubt its influence. It wasn’t unusual to see world-renowned scientists and shady-looking men in suits enter the building.

Tyler knew that the day he arrived on campus. But even he was surprised by the amount of paperwork and NDA’s he had to sign to volunteer for this experiment. On more than one occasion, he had opportunities to back out. An imposing man claiming to be part of the lab’s legal team said nearly 80 percent of volunteers backed out when they saw the extent of the paperwork.

But Tyler wasn’t among them. He really did need the money. So, he signed all those papers and arrived at the lab 9:30 p.m., just as the email had instructed. And after going through no fewer than three layers of security, he found himself standing in front of a large, rectangular chamber no larger than a trailer.

“Whatever this thing is, it’s way too advanced for a guy majoring in sports marketing,” Tyler said. “I’m almost afraid to speculate.”

He’d been standing in front of the chamber for nearly 15 minutes. The security person who’d led him there had long-since left, leaving him alone in this spacious room with no clue about what awaited him. With each passing minute, he grew more tense.

Finally, the silence broke when the chamber made this strange mechanical noise and the front entrance opened.

“Please enter the chamber,” said a robotic voice through an intercom.

The robotic voice caught Tyler off-guard. It was loud and booming in the spacious lab. But it didn’t come off as threatening. Even if he did have second thoughts, the young college freshman did as instructed.

“The things I do for a new laptop,” Tyler said with a sigh.

He entered the chamber, swallowing his nervousness and reservations. Once inside, the heavy doors behind him closed. In the process, the air around him got noticeably hotter, so much so that he broke out into a light sweat.

For a brief moment, Tyler was in total darkness. But before it got too distressing, a series of LED lights lit up along the ceiling and floor. Moments later, a loud humming noise from outside the chamber echoed around him. A series of blinding flashes forced him to cover his eyes. It left him feeling dizzy and disoriented.

But when everything around him settled and cleared, Tyler found himself in a surprisingly comfortable environment.

“Whoa…is this supposed to happen?” he wondered.

The lights along the ceiling now illuminated what looked like a cozy bedroom, not unlike the one he had back home with his parents. It had a nice full-sized bed, clean white sheets, and large pillows that looked much nicer than the ones in his dorm. It looked so inviting, which helped set some of his earlier concerns at ease.

Then, the robotic voice from earlier echoed through the chamber.

“Please take off your clothes,” it said.

Tyler froze in place. “Um, what?”

“Please take off your clothes and place them in the bin next to you. They will be returned to you upon completion of the experiment.”

Tyler looked to his left. There was indeed a small bin placed right near the doorway. He hesitated for a moment, unsure about the implications. But he had already come this far. And he had signed all those papers. There was no turning back now.

“Guess I’m doing this,” he sighed.

He started by taking off his shoes and socks, followed by his pants and shirt. Now, in just his boxers, he still hesitated.

“Can I keep my underwear on?” Tyler asked.

“The experiment requires you to be fully nude,” the robotic voice replied. “We thank you for your cooperation.”

Tyler sighed. “Well, I really do need that money.”

So, with an audible gulp, the college freshman removed his boxers and tossed them into the bin with the rest of his clothes. Now, he stood completely naked. It felt uncomfortable, not least because of the hot, dry air. But the situation was what it was. He couldn’t change that now.

“Please remain where you are,” said the robotic voice.

Tyler did as instructed. He stood in the center of the chamber, not sure of what came next or why he needed to be naked for it. There was still a strange humming noise coming from outside. It lasted for a good five minutes.

Then, the lights along the ceiling and floor flashed. The chamber shifted again, causing Tyler to become so disoriented he nearly fell over. But just as he regained his balance, he realized he was no longer alone in the chamber.

“Good evening,” said a kind feminine voice from the bed. “Thank you for agreeing to be here.”

In act of pure reflex, he turned to the source of the voice. He also covered his penis and balls with both hands, hoping to spare himself further embarrassment. But much to his surprise and astonishment, the voice belonged to what might have been the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Wow…” Tyler said in awe.

She was just sitting casually on the foot of the bed. The chamber’s overhead lights illuminated her long flowing hair, flawless skin, and perfect feminine figure. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow as she looked his way. And just like him, she was completely naked.

Tyler tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. She had the body of a goddess, and her beauty was captivating. He also couldn’t ignore her perky, round breasts or her nicely, shaved pussy. She made no effort to cover herself, like he had.  The way she sat, it was like she wanted him to admire her body.

“Who are you?” Tyler asked.

“Call me Allie,” she replied, offering him a smile. “I’m going to be your companion for the duration of this experiment.”

Tyler’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Please don’t worry,” she added. “Your reaction is perfectly natural.”

“But…why do we have to be naked for this?”

“Because it ensures the data we gather will be useful.”

“Data…what kind of data?”

“The kind that comes from someone living out their greatest fantasies. In this case, that someone is you.”

Allie got up from the bed and approached, giving Tyler an even closer view of her naked body. He was still covering his genitals. But her presence had already triggered a reaction. He could feel himself getting sexually aroused the closer she got.

“Wait…is this real?” Tyler said.

“Does it matter if it’s real?” Allie asked him.

“Um…” he began, only for his words to trail off.

“You need not concern yourself with such details,” she said with a warm smile. “And please…there’s no need to cover yourself. I’m letting you see the entirety of my body. Allow me to see yours.”

Allie reached forward, gently placing her hands over his. With her touch, a jolt of sexual energy shot up his spine, causing his arms to go slack. He removed his hands from his crotch, revealing a growing erection. Tyler was embarrassed at first, but Allie reassured him with an affectionate smile.

“I can see the effect I have on you,” she said. “It’s natural to be aroused. Don’t fight it.”

Tyler gulped, not sure how to react. He felt his heartbeat increase. This whole experience was surreal. But it was becoming more and more enticing.

“Do you have any fantasies you’d like to share with me?” she asked him.

“Are you serious?” he replied, surprised at her directness.

“Of course. I’m here for your enjoyment. So, please, tell me what you want.”

Tyler had a million ideas, but his mind went blank. He didn’t know where to begin.

“Well…can I touch you?” he finally managed.

Allie smiled. “Of course.”

“And you won’t be offended?”

“I promise I won’t be.”

Allie took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Tyler was frozen in place. He didn’t know what else to do, other than reach out and touch her. He started by placing his hands on her waist. Then, he moved up her sides and eventually rested his palms on her breasts.

Her skin felt warm and smooth to the touch. She made no effort to stop him, instead she encouraged him by pressing her breasts into his palms. The way her nipples stiffened as his fingertips grazed them sent shivers up his spine.

Tyler could hardly believe what was happening. It felt like he was in a dream. He was actually standing in a lab chamber, somewhere far away from his dorm room. And yet, the beautiful naked woman in front of him felt real.

“Does this feel good?” Allie asked him.

“Yes, it does,” he replied, his breathing growing heavier.

“Do you want to do more than touch me?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Then I will oblige you.”

Allie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips touched. It was electric. Her skin was incredibly soft. The sensation of her body pressed against his caused his mind to race and his dick to grow harder.

Before Tyler could process it, her tongue slipped into his mouth. That drove him wild. He held onto her hips and pressed his cock against her, grinding it up and down along her lower belly. The feeling was amazing.

As their kissing intensified, she began drew him back toward the bed. He soon felt his knees bump against the edge of the mattress. It was a struggle to maintain balance. But before he lost his footing, Allie guided him onto the bed where he laid on his back with her on top of him. More kissing and touching continued. It quickly evolved into heated foreplay.

With the beautiful naked woman straddling him, his hands were free to roam her entire body. He grabbed her ass, fondled her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs along her rock-hard nipples. Meanwhile, his tongue danced around hers. She tasted wonderful, like fresh honey.

All the while, his dick grew harder, pressing insistently against her abdomen. She even giggled in excitement when she felt it. Then, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Would you like to have sex with me?” she asked, nibbling his earlobe.

“Yes!” Tyler said without hesitation.

“What position would you prefer? On your back, or do you want to get on top?”

“I don’t care. I just want you…so much.”

With his consent, Allie climbed off of him. She then laid down on the bed next to him. He immediately got up and moved to be on top. His cock was fully erect. But Allie made no effort to avoid it. Instead, she spread her legs and welcomed him into her sex.

Tyler was eager. His cockhead found her entrance. He wasted no time. Without any more hesitation, he buried himself inside her. It was an incredible feeling. Her pussy was so wet and tight, like a silken vice wrapped around his manhood.

“How does it feel?” Allie asked, staring at him with an affectionate smile.

“My God! You’re so tight and wet,” Tyler replied.

“I’m glad. Please…start moving your hips. Take me.”

The young college student did as requested. He withdrew his hips and thrust them forward, fucking her deep. She gasped when she felt him enter her, but she never once looked away from him.

They soon settled into a comfortable rhythm. Tyler started with long, deliberate strokes. But as the intensity built, so did his desire to take her harder. With each successive stroke, he fucked her deeper and faster.

All the while, her pussy tightened around his cock. It was a feeling unlike anything he’d ever experienced. And her body responded to his every touch. She even moaned and sighed at his pleasure. It was like they were connected as one, sharing the same thoughts and feelings.

Tyler soon picked up the pace. Sweat began to accumulate on his brow, as well as the rest of his body. His breathing intensified. But he never stopped, even for a second. He couldn’t.

“Mmm…that feels so good!” Allie moaned.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Oh god!” Tyler moaned. “I’m…I’m about to come!”

“That’s good! Don’t hold back. Come inside me.”

“Are…are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Allie said. “Please…fill me with your cum.

He grunted and groaned as the sensations took over his body. He felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. The young college freshman could hold back no longer. He slammed his hips forward and let his body react.

His orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave. His cock spasmed, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into her womb. It was the most intense orgasm of his young life.

After what seemed like forever, he eventually came down from his orgasmic high. The intensity of his climax caused him to collapse on top of her. Allie held him close. She didn’t make a move to push him away. Instead, she kissed his neck and cheek.

“Did that feel good?” Allie asked.

“God yes!” he said. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad. I’m enjoying this too. And I would like it to continue.”

Tyler chuckled. “Well, you’d have to give me a minute.”

“Oh I believe I can help with that.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she rolled him onto his back and got on top of him again. Then, she began grinding her pussy against his cock, which helped get his blood flowing. She then kissed him and began trailing her lips down his face, chest, and abdomen.

“Wait, you’re not going to…” Tyler began, only for his words to trail off.

“Don’t worry,” Allie said. “Relax and enjoy.”

He didn’t say a word. He just watched as she made her way towards towards his waiting cock. And once her lips arrived, she slid his manly flesh into her mouth and started sucking.

“Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned.

This wasn’t his first blowjob, but it might as well have been. He couldn’t believe the amount of skill and energy she put into her work. Not only was her mouth incredible, but she used her hand as well, jerking him off as her head bobbed up and down his cock.

Tyler could only lay there and watch in amazement. His body reacted. Before long, his cock hardened again, filling her mouth with his meat. She was able to take his full length, not once gagging.

He was fully erect within short order. Her lips and tongue were amazing. It felt so good, his mind started to wander. And just like before, he started having dirty thoughts.

“Can…can you ride me?” Tyler asked her.

“Of course,” Allie replied, letting his dick fall from her mouth. “If that is what you desire.”

She wasted no time. The naked, gorgeous woman got on her hands and knees, giving him an incredible view of her sexy ass. But the best was yet to come. With a naughty look in her eye, she climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his cock.

“Oh god!” Tyler said. “So…good!”

He reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. Allie responded by riding him faster and harder. It was an amazing feeling, the way she moved her hips, taking his cock deep into her pussy. She even placed her hands over his, encouraging him to explore her body.

“Do you like how my pussy feels?” Allie asked.

“I…I love it!” he said.

“I’m glad. Because I really enjoy having sex with you. Your dick feels so good inside me.”

They continued their sexual dance, both giving in to the moment. It was a wild and uninhibited experience. Allie rode him faster, bouncing her ass up and down his cock. Tyler’s hands never stopped. They roamed her body, groping her breasts and butt.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! It feels so good!” Allie cried.

Tyler’s hips thrust upward, burying himself deeper into her pussy. Her cries and moans filled the chamber. It was obvious they were both close to orgasm. And it would happen at any moment.

“You’re so tight and wet! I…I can’t hold back!” Tyler moaned.

“I think…I’m coming too. Let’s…let’s come together!”

They fucked each other harder, not letting up for even a moment. They were so close to the brink. Their bodies were on fire. And their movements became more urgent.

“I’m ready!” Allie screamed.

“Me too!” Tyler said.

His dick shot another load of cum. Allie’s pussy clenched and unclenched, milking his cock for every last drop. The sensation was almost too much for the young college student. He had no idea it could feel this good.

Eventually, they both came down from their respective highs. Allie laid down on top of him. Tyler’s softening dick remained inside her. Neither of them said a word, choosing to just lay in each other’s embrace.

“Are you satisfied?” Allie asked him, kissing his lips.

“More than satisfied,” Tyler replied.

“That’s very good. I’m glad. We’re not done yet, but I’ll give you a chance to rest. You can sleep if you’d like. And when you wake up, we can do it again.”

“Really? I get to do this again?”

“The chamber is ours until morning. How we make use of that time is entirely up to you.”

“Wow,” said Tyler in disbelief. “Are you sure this is real?”

“Does it matter?”

Tyler thought about it for a moment, still holding this beautiful naked woman in his arms. It felt real. Everything they’d just done felt real. He was tempted to think deeper about what was going on, but opted not to.

“No. It doesn’t,” he said definitively.

Tyler kissed her and they snuggled closer. He was completely exhausted. All that sex took a lot out of him. So, he closed his eyes and let himself rest, looking forward to more intimate acts with this dream girl.

“Good night, Tyler,” Allie said to him. “And thank you for participating. The data you’re giving us for this experiment promises to be very useful.”

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Why Time Seems To Go Faster As You Get Older

When I was a kid, the school year always seemed to go on forever. I know it was nine months out of the year and that was a sizable chunk of any given year. But looking back on it, I swear every day felt longer, every week felt like a month, and every month felt like a year. Even as I got older, time seemed to drag and at times, it was agonizing.

These days, the flow of time feels different and not just because of the events of the COVID-19 pandemic. Granted, that did mess up everyone’s sense of time. But even before that, I noticed how the days, months, and years seem to go by differently. And the older I get, the more I feel it. I’m also not the only one.

A lot of friends and relatives I talk to will say the same thing. They swear that 2023 just started a few weeks ago. They remember the ball dropping on New Years Eve. They remember making New Years resolutions, capping off the holidays, and making plans for the new year.

The next thing they know, Halloween is over and the holidays are just around the corner. You start to wonder where the hell the rest of the year went. You wonder why and how it went by so quickly. I’ve certainly wondered that from time to time. But since the end of the pandemic, I feel like my perspectives on how the years go by has struck a unique balance.

And I count that as an accomplishment because for a good chunk of my youth, that balance was lacking and not just because of how much I struggled in high school. College was eventful, but it felt like it ended too quickly for me because I was often anxious about what I would do when I got out. Even when I started working and exploring new creative outlets, I didn’t have much certainty with respect to how I would build a life for myself.

That took a while to figure out. I also made a few mistakes along the way, as most people do when they’re young and uncertain. But once I created a more stable life for myself, finding some decent jobs and moving into my own place, that’s when I really noticed my perceptions of time change.

Unlike being in school, my life was a lot less structured and regimented. There was less obsession over navigating classes, classmates, and assignments and more focus on just getting better at whatever job I happened to have. For someone like me, I tend to thrive more when things are streamlined and I know what I need to do over the course of a given day, week, or month. That allows me to plan accordingly and get things down to a system.

Once I found that, life in general just seemed to run smoother. It also helped that I wasn’t an awkward teenager trying to handle acne, puberty, and poor social skills anymore. Life experience and maturity helped me better navigate my life on a day-to-day basis.

Plus, making my own money, being able to spend it however I wanted, and living on my own schedule was a lot more fulfilling. I was no longer constantly checking the clock, agonizing over when my next assignment or obligation was.

Yes, I had that with my job, but that always felt less stressful than school because it was more limited. There was less emphasis on following strict schedules and getting grades. What mattered more was the end results and once I knew how to do that, there was less stress and anxiety.

Now, it was more a matter of how to enjoy my personal time when I wasn’t working. Having more of that, as well as enough money to make the most of it, really benefited me in terms of mental health. But it also made that time feel more fleeting and precious. When you’re doing your own thing and enjoying it every step of the way, it seems to end sooner. That’s often how I feel every time my trip to New York Comic Con ends.

I suspect that feeling will continue to evolve as I get older. There is some real science behind why time seems to move faster as you get older. Much of it has to do with how getting older makes each experience a smaller and smaller chunk of your lived experience. I think there is some merit to that and my older friends can often attest to it.

But beyond the science, I think this feeling is best summed up by a friend of mine who retired recently. He once told me that “The days are long, but the years feel short.” And I think that holds true, regardless of how old you are.

Every day is going to go by at its own pace, regardless of whether you’re working, going to school, or just enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon. But as you make it through each day, they add up fast. Eventually, they’ll all feel like a blur as you make it through another year. At times, it feels like those days were wasted. But I would encourage others to avoid that feeling.

Because I believe that no day is truly wasted unless you go out of your way to do so. If you’re just lounging about, but enjoying it every step of the way, then that’s not a wasted day. But if you’re just lounging about and ignoring things you know you have to do, then that is a waste and it will impact the days that follow.

In the end, it’s a balancing act. If you find yourself in a situation that works for you, then it will feel like the years will start to fly by. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It means that you’re not in a situation agonizing over what the next day will bring or what you’ll have to do in the weeks to come.

Perception or not, the world will keep spinning and time will keep passing us by. But if you’ve built a good life for yourself and those around you, you’ll find that the days and years were well-spent, regardless of how brief they seemed.

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Why You Should Side With The Writers In The Latest WGA Writers Strike

Back in late 2007, there was a three-month strike between the major studios of Hollywood and the Writer’s Guild of America (WGA), the largest labor union representing professional writers working in the entertainment industry. That strike was one of the most disruptive forces to hit the industry in decades. Like many other labor strikes, much of the issue came down to money. MOst of it came down to how much writers were getting paid in residuals for things like DVD sales and other emerging distribution channels.

Even though the dispute was resolved, there were major effects on various shows and movies. If you want to know why there were so many reality TV shows that emerged in the late 2000s, this is a major factor. Shows that don’t employ elaborate stories or scripted content don’t have to pay a large writing staff. That means more profits for the studios and the executives.

As someone who tends to despise reality TV, I hated this trend.

And to those who watched those shows and continue to do so, just know that the situation we now find ourselves in with respect to entertainment is largely because of you.

Flash forward to today and the WGA has gone on strike again. Now, I’m sure most peoples’ primary concern is whether or not this will affect their favorite shows. As someone who loves binging non-reality TV shows, I admit that is a concern for me too. However, even if your favorite shows end up affected, do not cast the blame on the writers. That’s like blaming the miners who get trapped in a mine and not the corrupt executives who skimped on safety.

This latest strike promises to be different compared to what happened in 2007. A lot has changed in the entertainment industry since then, even before the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic. Now, residual revenue for DVD sales is less a concern because fewer consumers are buying DVDs. So much of everything has gone to streaming now and that’s seriously impacting writers’ ability to make a living from their craft.

On top of that, there’s the emergence of AI chatbots like ChatGPT that could potentially undermine writers even more by allowing studios to basically let AI fill in rather than paying another writer. And anyone who knows anything about how most industries operates, including entertainment, understands that if executives can increase profits by squeezing out workers, they’ll do it. And they usually won’t hesitate because the financial incentives are just too strong.

This, more than anything, is why we the consumers should side with the WGA. Even if it means your favorite shows get delayed, this is one labor struggle that goes beyond just pay disputes. Writers in entertainment weren’t making much beforehand. I’ve even heard a few jokes online among the comic publishing crowd that certain comic writers, especially those who independently publish, make more money than some of the writers on major shows and movies.

And it’s set to get worse and many studios are seeking to treat their writers like gig workers. Instead of employing a consistent, stable writing staff that knows each other and understands the product, studios think they can just hire a few freelancers, pay them less, and get a product that’ll still be watched by fans. And since these writers won’t have rights to residuals or copyrights, then the studio can keep more of the profits.

This should concern you, the consume. Because if the entertainment industry is screwing skilled writers out of money, then that will eventually affect the quality of every show and movie you see. If you think things are bland now with every major studios just milking established franchises to death, I promise it’ll get worse if they squeeze out talented writers.

Great writing is how underrated shows like “Arcane” can somehow find an audience.

Great writing is how shows like “Avatar: The Last Airbender” can become beloved franchises.

Great writing is how movies like “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish” can end up being way better than anyone thought it could be.

As someone who still aspires to be a good writer one day, I may have some bias when it comes to who I side with in an issue like this. But if you’re a consumer of entertainment that doesn’t suck, or just don’t want to go through another glut of reality TV again, it’s in your interest to side with the WGA.

They work hard to entertain us.

They work hard to enchant, inspire, and enlighten us.

That’s not something you can reduce to gig work. That deserves both our respect, as well as fair compensation for their labor.

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An AI-Generated Comic Was Denied Copyright Protection (And Why That’s A Big Deal)

Every now and then, a story slips under the radar of a much larger, but closely related story. The larger story makes more headlines and attracts more attention, but the smaller story might end up having a far more lasting impact.

That seems to be happening a lot with news involving artificial intelligence and the various AI tools that have emerged in recent years. I’ve already talked about plenty, giving my opinion on the rise of ChatGPT and showing off some AI-Generated artwork I made. There’s so much going on in this field that it’s hard to keep up with, let alone discuss.

But recently, one of those little stories caught my attention. It involves the same AI-Generated art I mentioned earlier and comic books, something for which I’ve shared my passion for in many forms. And it’s a story that I don’t think is getting enough attention.

It has to do with a comic called Zarya of the Dawn, a comic created by Kris Kashtanova. It’s not published by Marvel, DC, Dark Horse, Image, or any other mainstream comic publisher. You can actually download it right now for free. But what makes this comic different isn’t the story, writing, or style. It’s how it was made.

This comic was written by a person.

However, all the artwork inside was created with AI-generating art tools, most notably MidJourney.

That, in and of itself, is quite remarkable. The visuals within this book are certainly eye-catching. They might not rank on the same level as a Jim Lee or a Jack Kirby, but it’s a solid visual spectacle that brings to life a story.

For people like me, who cannot draw and don’t have the money to pay artists to depict the stories we want to tell, this is truly remarkable. I would go so far as to say it’s genuinely exciting. It shows just what’s possible with these tools. A writer with no drawing skills was able to produce this comic using only an AI art generating tool with text prompts. And the end result is stunning.

But this is where the story takes a turn. When Kashtanova attempted to copyright this comic, the US Copyright Office issued a surprising decision that might very well set a major precedent moving forward. Because the comic used AI to create the artwork, it could not be granted copyright protection. This was the exact statement, according to Ars Technica:

“We conclude that Ms. Kashtanova is the author of the Work’s text as well as the selection, coordination, and arrangement of the Work’s written and visual elements. That authorship is protected by copyright. However, as discussed below, the images in the Work that were generated by the Midjourney technology are not the product of human authorship.”

That bolded part is my doing because that’s the section with the biggest implication. This is the US Copyright Office stating outright that images and artwork created by AI can’t get copyright protection. That means that every piece of AI art you create for whatever reason can’t be owned by you in any legal sense. Because technically, you didn’t make it. The program made it for you.

Without getting too deep into the legal issues, I don’t think enough people realize the ramifications this might have for the future of the comics industry and for the art industry as a whole. On the comics side, there are actually two sides to consider.

On one, this technology will allow ordinary people with little to no art skills to produce comics with quality artwork. People who never once had the skills or means to make comics could suddenly start producing them on their own without a publisher or a skilled artist.

That means many great comics that wouldn’t have otherwise been made can be made. Great stories that once only existed with words could be brought to life through beautiful renderings.

But on the other side, the absence of copyright protection is an issue. Yes, these comics could bring to life amazing stories. However, the creators won’t be able to monetize their work, nor would they be able to stop others from using it for their own ends.

That means that, in theory, you or I could create a beautiful comic with this technology. It could find a massive audience and become a beloved story with countless fans. Then, a big company like Disney or Warner Brothers could come in, take the story and the depictions, and basically turn it into their own entertainment product. And since they have more resources and better lawyers, the creators likely wouldn’t get a penny of the profits.

This story also doesn’t account for how those same companies might use this technology to further undercut their workers and creators. Comic companies already have a not-so-great reputation for screwing over writers and artists who create iconic characters. Just look at what happened between Jack Kirby and Marvel for a hint of those issues.

If these same companies can use this same AI technology to produce more comics while not having to pay their artists or writers as much, they will do it. They’re a business. They’ll jump at any chance to pay less to get more. It’s cold, callous, and uncreative. But that’s the world we live in.

Add other tools like ChatGPT into the mix and it’s entirely possible that an AI could create an entire comic from scratch. And everything within it, from the art to the story to the characters, could not be copyrighted in any way. At a certain point, the AI might get so good that it would be hard to tell if there was ever a human creator to begin with.

These are all strange scenarios, equal parts exciting and distressing. We’re already seeing so much change as a result of these new tools, but I don’t think we’ve even seen a fraction of what’s possible. As AI technology improves, art generation and storytelling will change a great deal. The comics industry is more vulnerable than most, as Zarya of the Dawn just proved.

It’s hard to know what this will lead to. But whatever happens, it all started with this story and the precent it set.

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Hard Lessons In Redemption: Bojack Horseman Vs. Prince Zuko

The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is an exploration in how characters succeed or fail to redeem themselves. There are many characters in various mediums who walk the path of redemption, but not all complete it.

Bojack Horseman is one character who tried to walk it, but failed.

Prince Zuko is another who walked that path, but he managed to succeed.

How they each went about their respective journeys is unique and it offers some powerful lessons worth highlighting. Enjoy!

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Announcement: Taking A Break From This Site

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Every now and then, it’s important to take a step back, look at what you’re doing, and think long and hard about how you want to move forward. The start of a new year is generally a good time to make that effort. Since graduating college, I’ve made it a point to use the beginning of a new year to make important decisions about the near and far future.

Sometimes that means changing something about myself, be it related to my health or my personal relationships.

Sometimes, it means evaluating where and how I apply myself on a day-to-day basis.

Sometimes, it can even mean choosing whether or not to let something go, be it a project, a passion, or a goal.

Make no mistakes, I’ve contemplated many things about how I’ll navigate the new year. Some choices are more mundane than others. A few have larger ramifications. The one I’m sharing today might very well qualify.

Today, I’m officially announcing a change as to how I utilize this website. I’ve been posting daily to this site almost every day since 2017. I originally started it as a way to sell my novels and build an audience for my writing. Aside from the two books I got published and several others I self-published, not much has happened on that front. I still submit manuscripts to publishers, but I’ve yet to garner much attention.

Over time, this site has become less and less linked to those efforts. It doesn’t appear to be helping me further my goals anymore. That’s why I’ve made the following decision.

Moving forward, I will no longer be posting to it daily. If you’re a regular reader of this site, I sincerely apologize. Believe me when I say I appreciate the support, especially the kind that comes from friends and relatives. However, I think the time is right to make a change.

A couple weeks ago, I decided to analyze the overall traffic this site gets. I looked at the stats for the entire year. In doing so, I saw some clear and unavoidable trends.

This site does get a fair bit of traffic. However, over 90 percent of that traffic is to my Sexy Short Stories. Since 2019, that section of my site has been generating more and more traffic. It’s now at a point where the daily posts barely register. I’m lucky if one new post gets more than a dozen hits, whereas one of my older Sexy Short Stories get over a hundred on that same day.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful for that traffic. I’m glad my Sexy Short Stories have found an audience. It has just rendered the time and energy I put into those daily posts less worthwhile. However, there’s another major factor that led me to this decision and that’s my YouTube channel, Jack’s World.

Over the past year, that channel has grown a great deal in terms of content and audience. I have over 400 subscribers at the moment and I’m eager to see that grow even more in the coming years. As such, I’d like to focus more of my energy on making videos rather than daily posts.

I’ve also come to enjoy making these videos. I’m still learning the process, the software, and all the little skills needed to make a quality video. I’d like to channel more energy into that effort and I just can’t do that while also posting regularly to this site.

I’m sorry if this news disappoints some. I know a few friends and family members were regular readers. I still hope to provide content. Some of the content on my YouTube channel is very similar to the kind of stuff I’ve written about on this site. With videos, though, I can add more media elements to make it more engage in.

As such, I feel that’s where I think my time and energy is better spent, at least for now.

Now, that doesn’t mean I’m abandoning this site completely. Like I said, my Sexy Short Stories get quite a bit of traffic. At some point this year, I’m going to go back to writing those. I don’t know how frequent they’ll arrive, but I hope to make it a regular thing that readers can look forward to.

Other than those stories, I’ll also make a post whenever I post a new video to Jack’s World, just to keep that aligned with this site.

Beyond that, there won’t be much else. That means no more weekly comic book picks, no more Sexy Sunday Thoughts, and no more articles about sex robots. Again, I apologize to those who regularly read those posts. I just feel like the time is right to make this change and move forward.

I still haven’t given up on my goals of becoming a published author. I have a number of unpublished manuscripts that I’d like to sell one day. I just don’t think posting to this site is helping me achieve that right now.

To everyone who has followed this site for the past several years, I sincerely thank you.

To the friends and family who have encouraged me every step of the way, I love you all.

Take care and stay safe.

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A New Writing Method I’m Trying (And Not Sure About)

I know it’s been a while since I’ve talked about my various writing projects. There is a reason for that. I won’t say it’s a good reason, but there is a reason. I still have a number of manuscripts that I hope to get published one day. I also keep reaching out to agents and publishers in hopes of publishing another novel.

To date, I’ve only gotten responses from scammers and grifters. Seriously, if anyone claims they can make your book a best seller for the low price of $1,200, delete that email or hang up on them. They’re lying.

While I am discouraged and have since stopped making sexy short stories, I’m still writing every day. I still have ideas I want to flesh out. I’m still trying to refine my craft. I treat every project as an opportunity to improve and I try to take it.

However, lately I’ve been finding it difficult to write at the same rate and efficiency as I did years ago. It used to be I could write a good 5,000 words with ease and still have time for class in college. Now, I’m lucky if I can get 2,000 words out. Again, there’s a reason for that.

Looking back on it, those 5,000 words I mentioned weren’t exactly quality work. In fact, it would take me almost as much time to edit or revise those words as it would to write them out. Quality beats quantity in writing 99 times out of 100. That’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way and come to appreciate.

These days, the slow pace of my writing has less to do with how fast I can type and more to do with me wanting it to sound just right. The narration has to be good. The dialog has to be solid. It has to work on multiple levels and that’s really slowing me down. I’m doing less editing and revising on the back end, but it’s still frustrating at times.

As a result, I decided to take a step back recently and adjust my approach. In doing so, I realized something critical in my writing. The part that slows me down the most, to the point of stalling, is writing dialog. For most writers, that’s not surprising. Writing dialog is one of the hardest things to do in any novel, script, or play. Whenever I seek out writing tips, I tend to gravitate most towards those focusing on dialog.

Again, some of that has to do with quality over quantity. I try to give each character a voice. I try to make the conversation feel realistic, but memorable and witty. That is not easy to do and, if I’m being honest, I neglected that in the past. When I read over my old work, I see how little thought I put into the dialog. At times, most of the characters just sounded the same. They were just there to play a role.

I’m trying to avoid that. I’m trying to improve, as well. I also want to be efficient. I know that’s asking for a lot, but I think there’s a balance to be struck. Right now, I do not have that balance. So, after assessing what I’ve done and how to move forward, I’ve decided to try this new approach.

In the past, I simply went from start to finish with each chapter, going word for word between narration and dialog. It was simple and probably the way most people approach writing. Now, here’s what I want to do.

For each chapter of each story, I start with a script. I focus entirely on the dialog between the characters. There’s no prose or narration in between. I write out the conversations first. I add the details and structure later. In essence, this is what it looks like.

NARRATION

Character 1: Dialog

Character 2: Dialog

Character 1: Dialog

Character 3: Dialog

Character 1: Dialog

NARRATION

Character 1: Dialog

I’m going to try and use this on my next project. I don’t know how well it will work, but it’s something I’d like to try. I feel like the way I’m doing things now is just too inefficient. There’s always a better way to do something and I’m going to try this and see where it leads me.

In the meantime, has anyone else ever attempted something like this? Has anyone ever written out a chapter or book in a non-linear fashion? If so, what has been your experience? Did you find it helpful? Did it make your writing better and more efficient?

I’d love to know. Please share your experience in the comments. If you have other tips or approaches you’d like to share, please do so. I’d be happy to listen.

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How Much Agency Do We Really Have?

How much agency do we actually have in our day-to-day lives?

How much freedom do we actually enjoy on a pragmatic basis?

I ask these questions as part of another thought experiment, albeit one that requires more introspection than the others I’ve posed. I think it’s relevant at a time when we’re dealing with a global pandemic that has severely restricted everyone’s agency to significant degrees. It’s also relevant because it’s something we rarely scrutinize.

There’s another reason I’m discussing matters of agency. It has less to do with current events and more to do with frequent criticisms of certain stories. As an aspiring writer and an avid consumer, especially of superhero media, the agency of certain characters is an integral part of that process. You can’t tell a meaningful story without characters exercising some level of agency.

What has become a major issue in recent years is the source, degree, and structure surrounding that agency. I’ve noticed critics and consumers alike scrutinizing who makes the major choices in a story, as well as what role they play, how they look, and why they’re doing what they do. While these are relevant details, that scrutiny can be misguided.

I see it whenever a female character is perceived as having no agency or having too much.

I see it whenever a male character is perceived as being the only source of agency for every major detail.

I see it whenever a character of a different race, ethnicity, or sexual orientation play a role that isn’t just restricted to tokenism.

It has derailed many meaningful conversations about some genuinely great stories. It has also established this standard for some people that if any character with agency happens to be of a certain gender or ethnicity, they roll their eyes and discount the story as pushing some sort of agenda. I find that to be incredibly shallow and short-sighted.

That’s why I think it helps to analyze how much agency we think we have in the real world. It’s easy to quantify that agency within the rigid structure of a story, but the real world is larger, more complicated, and a lot less predictable. How can we determine how much agency we actually have in the grand scheme of things?

How much agency did you have in being born into a particular time, place, or socioeconomic level?

How much agency did you have in falling in love with the person you married?

How much agency did you have in getting the job you have or the career you pursued?

How much agency did you have in finding the friends and social circles you’re part of?

On the surface, it may seem like you’re exercising your ability to choose in these circumstance. I ask that you take a step back and think a bit harder about it.

When it comes to our lot in life, did we really have much say in the economic and social system that we’re part of? Sure, we can choose to not participate, but in doing so, we either starve to death because we don’t have money for food or we become completely isolated from the world and any semblance of social support.

We think we have choices when we go to the supermarket or a restaurant, but how many of those choices are already chosen for us? We don’t always by the cheapest brand of cereal because we want to. We buy it because we have to. In that same sense, we don’t always buy the car we want. We buy what we can afford.

To a large extent, our agency is incredibly limited by our economic resources. It’s limited even more by our social structure, as well. We can’t always do what we want, no matter how depraved. We can’t just walk outside naked, rub our genitals against the nearest person, and yell racial slurs at the top of our lungs. We’d get arrested, imprisoned, or ostracized, at the very least.

Even if what we do isn’t illegal, we still limit our choices because of peer pressure and social stigma. It’s not illegal to watch porn on a public bus, but it will get you odd looks and plenty of scorn. To some extent, we sacrifice some of our agency to maintain an orderly, functioning society. It’s just a question of how much we sacrifice and how much we’re willing cling to.

With all that in mind, see if you can take stock in the amount of agency you exercise in your day-to-day life. You may be surprised by how little or how much you actually have. It may not be the most interesting thought experiment you can do for yourself, but the implications it offers are profound.

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How To Combat Writer’s Block: A Few Simple Tips

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Writing is challenging. Anyone who has written a grade school essay can attest to that. It’s even challenging for those who do it every day. I’ve been writing constantly almost every day since I was 15 years old. I’ve more than met the 10,000-hour rule when it comes to mastering a skill, but I still find it challenging.

A big part of that challenge is dealing with writer’s block. I don’t care if you’re Stephen King, William Shakespeare, or Kurt Cobain. You’re going to hit a dead end at some point. You’re going to get to a point in your writing where you feel stuck. I can’t count how many times I’ve been in that position. I’ve thrown chunks of entire stories away, along with entire stories, because of it.

At the same time, overcoming writer’s block is probably the best way to progress as a writer. Overcoming a challenge forces you to refine your skill in unexpected ways. I’ve probably learned more by dealing with setbacks than I ever have navigating a successful idea.

I know there are tons of tips out there for beating writer’s block. Most are just glorified placebos, but some do offer meaningful advice. I know because I’ve tried most of these tips in some form or another over the years. Talk to any writer and they’ll probably tell you they have some special trick to getting around it.

I can say with relative certainty that there’s no one special trick that works for every writer. If there were, then someone would’ve patented it and overcharged for it by now. At best, there are strategies you can utilize. They don’t work the same way for everyone, but they do work in most situations. What follows are some of the most effective tips I’ve used over the years. I just thought I’d share them in hopes they work for others.


Tip #1: Create A Routine For Writing

This works well for me because I like working within a routine. I’m very regimented when it comes to work. I like having set times that I can plan around. Doing that with writing has always helped. I designated a certain chunk of time of day, usually an hour, specifically for writing. Doing so helps with more than just saying productive.

Even when I’m not feeling particularly inspired, I often find my brain starts working better when those times arises. Essentially, I’ve trained my brain to activate its writing function at set times. On some days, it works better than others. It still works and if you’re the kind of person who likes sticking to a schedule, this is a good way to essentially plan around writer’s block.


Tip #2: Exercise (To Get Your Brain Active)

This may not appeal to those who aren’t inclined to exercise. Even if you hate it, I still suggest doing some level of rigorous activity, be it a trip to the gym or a few walks around the block. Anything that gets your blood flowing helps you feel more alert and less lethargic.

For beating writer’s block, that’s important. It’s tempting to just stop writing and lounge about, eventually falling asleep in a stupor. In my experience, that makes writer’s block even worse. I can be stuck on an idea for hours. Then, I’ll just go jogging for a bit and something will come to me. Again, it doesn’t always work, but it works often enough to be a vital part of my approach.


Tip #3: Work On Something Else (That’s Smaller)

No matter how determined you are to finish something, a nasty bout of writer’s block just keeps you stuck in place. You can punish your brain all you want. Nothing will come out. In this case, it’s important to keep your brain working. That’s when having something else to work on can help.

I rarely have just one project to work on. I always have a few little stories here and there on the side. Some never pan out, but they help when I’m stuck on other stories. As long as I’m producing something, it keeps the creative juices flowing. Eventually, they’ll flow well enough to get me back on track with other projects. It can get chaotic, but the key is to just keep your brain chugging along.


Tip #4: Read Over Older Works

It may sound vain, but I’ve found that taking a step back and appreciating what you’ve finished in the past helps maintain a healthy perspective. Even if you haven’t written much and you think your previous works were awful, going back to read them shows that you can do this. You can finish a story.

That reassurance, on its own, helps give you the confidence you need to keep at it. One of the worst effects of writer’s block is how much it hits your confidence. The more you lose, the easier it is to get stuck. Reading over old works doesn’t just show you how you’ve succeeded in the past. It shows you how far you’ve come. It can inspire you in many ways, but you only need one to crack writer’s block.


Tip #5: Write Bits And Pieces (And Combine Them Later)

I find myself doing this often with stories I’ve yet to refine. Most of my work starts off with a focused idea. The challenge is building structure around that idea. While I usually try to go from start to finish in one fluid process, it doesn’t always work that smoothly. Sometimes, I start with the parts I’ve already fleshed out in my head and then just work around them.

It can be messy. Sometimes, the story you craft feels disjointed when it’s written in pieces. You can even tell at times when something was cut and pasted into a scene. Ideally, you fix that sort of thing when you revise it. It’s still a challenge, but it’s much easier to revise something that you’ve already written, as opposed to forcing something out for the sake of breaking writer’s block.


These are all just simple tips that have worked for me in the past. If you have others you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

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