Do you love someone? Are you so hot for them that your hands go in your pants every time you think of them? Do you wear their clothes just to keep their smell close to you? If so you may acquire and intimate knowledge of his or her face, and there will be expressions of joy, pleasure, and lust you’ll do absolutely anything to see again.
I like whips.
I sleep in the king-sized bed. When I’m awake, take up my laptop and write there. Sometimes I knit or read. Since I’m a grown-up and can make my own rules, I eat in the bed. Having sex is one of many things I do, but it is special.
I have a little ceremony to prepare the bed for sex. First, anything that will be in the way–such as computers, knitting, books and back support pillows–gets put away. If there are cats on the bed at this time, they usually wake up from their naps and find somewhere else; they know that bedquakes are coming. We turn off the overhead lights and switch on the muted ones. I burn incense. Mostly the incense is a pleasant background sensation, but it serves another purpose. Some very nice bed games have not-so-nice smells, and incense obviates them. Then in acknowlegement that messy sex is fun sex, we get out a big, fluffy towel.
This time I had chocolate in hand.
* * * *
“When did you get so good at rubbing feet? I love how you do it now, but you didn’t always. I remember I used to get you to do it, but you never seemed to be paying attention. What changed?”
“Well… It’s kind of hard to explain. At some point my head was full of computers and software and ideas, and I didn’t notice the beautiful woman right next to me. Then, one day, you explained it all to me.”
“I did? What did I say?”
“I told you it was hard to explain. You showed me what a migraine was like, and I was much more sympathetic than when I had nothing to compare it to. And you’re so beautiful that I wanted to make you feel better.”
“I don’t remember this, but I forget a lot of stuff. What did I say? I’m curious.”
“You didn’t say anything. You showed it to me. ‘Showed’ is the wrong word. The word is like the one for when you show someone the smell of strawberries.”
“I said this?”
“It wasn’t really you.”
“I’m really confused.”
“It was like a you from the future came and explained it all, and then I couldn’t help but notice you were right there, and that I was ignoring you. And I wanted to rub your feet more than I wanted to think about computers.”
“A me from the future?”
“That’s not exactly it. But I suppose that it will have to do.”
“Were drugs involved?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, now it makes sense. That“.
* * * *
We made some changes in our shared life.
When we had been accustomed to having sex twice a week, my mate had given much attention to his sexual satisfaction on days we did not have sex. As a result, his penis was a willful creature, more eager to respond to his touch than mine. After some thought and discussion, we agreed that his penis would have satisfaction only when we were together. There were to be no punishments, recrimmations, or sulking if the goal was not met. Just communication. And learning.
There’s something special about my ideas. See if this makes sense to you.
I have a terrible pain that visits me every day. No medicine or process designed to prevent the daily episode has ever worked. To discourage me from weeping myself to death, my doctors have prescribed potent narcotics. These serve not to banish the pain, but to insulate me from it. They work well in that regard. But they have another effect, which is no curse but a blessing. They’re visions. My ideas come out of the visions.
What makes my ideas so special is that they’re still good ideas when I’m not stoned.
I’ve been wanting to serialize some original fiction for this site for a long time (all my friends do it. I want to too!), but I didn’t have an idea that suited.
Starting Monday, March 15, 2010, I’m going to post a piece of the tale. Every Monday thereafter I will post the next excerpt. I will be working in a new genere, neither fantasty nor science fiction. Every last bit of it will be Not Safe For Work
These stories are free for you to enjoy. If you enjoy them, please visit the PayPal tip jar I’m setting up.
See you Monday!
As promised, here is the next third of my short story, “The Tiger.” For those who missed it last week, part 1 is here.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I don’t have enough free smut on my site. Well, I’m going to fix that starting now.
I’m taking an old story that is out of print and posting it in three parts now and on the following two Thursdays.
It’s time for part one of “The Tiger.”
I swear, this clip looks exactly like someone cribbed it from one of a historical “romance.” Watch with sound off for best effect.
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