Defeat the Marketing of Sex

Could it be that women who lose their interest in sex are just as normal as men who also have less interest in sex?

Could it be that most people are sold sex, promoted by the media/ marketing in order to make a lot of money?

Is it all a case of preying on the consumer by making them think they all need to have a lot of sex, and really white teeth?

This leads me to question sex with penetration. I have read that most women do not have an orgasm from sexual penetration. I can add myself to that list. I am old fashioned enough to think sex is about making babies. The sex I see on TV shows, movies and the Internet is not romantic. Even with all the added drama of rushing it and things crashing to the floor… it looks boring to me. “It was just sex”… and yeah, it really was just sex. There wasn’t time or interest to have more to it. Crash, bang, thank you Ma’am.

What is sex like without penetration? Take away concerns about baby making, sexual diseases and… do you have anything left? I hope so! If not, what the heck are you doing?!

If people went back to enjoying sex instead of making it a ‘bodily function’ they would find romance, caring, maybe even… the love in love making. Stop making sex a performance – trying actually being intimate instead. Have sex with someone you want to see again and don’t rush into it.

Defeat the media and the marketers and take sex back. Make it personal, intimate and loving again. Chances are sex will be a lot more desirable that way, for men and women.

Quote below via – For Some Men, Erectile Dysfunction Is Totally Chill

Recent research by Emily Wentzell, an associate professor of anthropology at the University of Iowa, examines the way that erectile dysfunction’s (ED) designation as a medical problem is a consequence of culture and profit-motivated industries. “Ideas about what counts as good and manly sex are cultural, not natural or universal,” Wentzell explains in an interview with Broadly. “There is money to be made off promoting the idea that manly men should have life-long penetrative sex, by selling pharmaceuticals—hence the widespread marketing of ED drugs.”

There are many different justifications given for erectile dysfunction. Today, these range from deeming it a behavioral-based issue to a psychological problem to something purely biomedical. But there are older accounts. Ages ago, Wentzell explains, it was surmised that witchcraft could account for limp dicks. Modern interpretations on the so-called problem, Wentzell says, have been motivated by industries with financial interests.

Your Sexual Bucket List?

The original list came from Body + Soul. I picked out those which interested me. Have you tried making a sexual bucket list? I think it should really be a sensual bucket list so you could enjoy more sexual things without a partner too.

  • Plan a surprise bedroom picnic. Fill your basket with goodies that delight. Make sure you have batteries, and include toys for two, not just vibes for her alone. Pull one bedroom picnic treat out at a time and take turns with each other.
  • Tantric breathing. – Breathing, hearing and feeling each other’s breath creates intimacy and arousal between you.
  • Restrict your or your partner’s movement or senses.
  • Fulfill a fantasy.
  • Have cybersex.
  • Make penetration forbidden. – Light a candle and focus on foreplay and sexplay in whatever way you want until the candle burns out. Only then is penetration allowed!
  • Caress each other in unexpected places.
  • Give a prelude teaser. – Take the initiative.
  • Indulge with a scalp massage.
  • Don’t just French kiss. – Use shallow kisses to stimulate his lips with your tongue and teeth, his lips have thousands more nerve endings than in his mouth.
  • Keep the lights on.

Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

Long ago, in the days of the Internet surfing highway, there was a purity test with over 1000 questions. I found a copy of it. Posted for your viewing (or take the test) pleasure.


If you thought the millenial purity test was bad, well you ain’t see
nuttin’ yet!

This is the 1500 point Purity Test!

We felt that the 1000 point version lost a lot of the “fun” of the
earlier versions, so we re-wrote it, adding a few new sections, and
a shitload of questions. This test is guaranteed to be nosier that
your parents, more invasive than the census, and containing something
to offend everybody.

Also included is an answer form so that you can remember where in the
test you were, or show to a friend.

Continue reading Retro Internet: The 1500 Point Purity Test

The Train Not Taken

Originally posted: November 17, 2006

He was on the train again. The guy with a shaved head, charcoal grey suit this time and a red silky looking scarf. No hat, he never wore a hat no matter how much it snowed or rained. I always watched him, shy, from my seat. Sometimes he noticed me, sometimes he didn’t.

I hadn’t seen him this past week. One whole week of commuting without seeing him. I had nearly cried on Friday night, thinking he must have moved or changed jobs and I would never have the chance to meet him now. I regretted not doing something, even something really dumb.

But, there he was back again. Same shaved head, same suit and that same smiley face. He was just one of those people who seemed to smile easily. Sometimes he had conversations with the people around his seat. He laughed easily too and it was a laugh that made me smile, even on the hardest days when I felt worn down to a stub of myself.

I had to meet him tonight, finally. I couldn’t let another day pass by. Maybe he had moved and today was one last trip on the old commuter train. My palms were slick and my stomach in knots but I just had to do something this time.

I knew I looked ok, not one of my better days for looks but it wasn’t too bad. Hopefully I didn’t get too wind blown while I was waiting at my stop for the train. I couldn’t quite dare reach up to pat my hair, he might look over at just that moment. Continue reading The Train Not Taken

You look mahhhvelllouss!

Originally posted to Sex Kitten (2003 – 2004)

Why is our culture so focused on how we look? Especially when the “we” are women. Look at all the grooming women have to do compared to that of men. Although the tide has began to change and men are beginning to use cosmetics, consider shaving more than their faces and wonder if that manly smell is really all it’s cracked up to be.

Still, women have to think of nails, shaving most of their body, hair, lips, wrinkles, teeth, body odour (not just arm pits), well… you know the drill. Why have we let our culture box us into this beauty rut?

It’s not that I think we should all grow leg hair, burn bras, refuse to wear make up and so on. But, why do we have to see commercials telling us that we should worry if our toes are pretty enough, if our hair is shiny enough, if our skin is glowing enough, and so on. When are we allowed to be human animals and have some imperfections?

We aren’t born to be perfect. Men certainly are not shoved into this tight mold of perfumed perfection. Men are allowed to have less than smooth and silky skin. No one expects men to have pretty toes so they will look cute when they wear sandals. No one expects men to rip the hair from their most tender areas so they can wear some skimpy thong that reveals all that cellulite they couldn’t exercise off back there.

In the end, I wonder, who are we doing all this for? Ourselves? Probably not, wouldn’t you be happier if you could ease up on yourself, live with and even accept a few imperfections? Our men, maybe, but from what I’ve heard they can accept us with a few zits, the odd wrinkle and less than perfect toes. Maybe we do it for our families. Don’t most families expect you to go out into the big world and show everyone how well you turned out?

I don’t know. But, I’m tired of feeling no part of me is ever good enough, pretty enough or perfect enough. How old do I have to be before I can just look like me (warts and all) and still feel acceptable, not quite a freak of nature, maybe even… pretty?

My Story: One Wet Afternoon

I posted this to Literotica in 2002. They modified it, making the sub 18 in order to make it clear this was an adult story. I disagreed with the change. The man I wrote the story for was actually 36 and making him 18 turned the story into something kind of gross for me. I asked them to not publish the story at all but, Literotica ignored me. So this was the one and only story I posted to the site. I’m surprised that the site seems to be defunct now. Just a collection of old content.

One Wet Afternoon – BDSM –

One Wet Afternoon

by SpiritoftheNight©

18-year-old Chris was bored. Outside the rain beat down on the sloppy looking snow, melting it all away one flake at a time. The snowman he had made a few days ago looked like a forgotten science experiment. The head had fallen an hour ago, the body was listing to the left, only a shovel held it up. Of course, the whole thing was shrunken and pitted now. Chris thought of people who collected shrunken heads and wondered if anyone ever collected shrunken snowmen. Keeping them would require serious planning. Some sort of a freezer that wouldn’t dry them out, he decided. 

“Chris, did you get out there and shovel the path yet?” His Governess called from the den where she was working on his computer.

“It’s raining. I don’t want to go out.” He called back. Continue reading My Story: One Wet Afternoon

Tempting Tuesday #7

Many writers look for drama to write about when they work with an adult story. What about something ordinary? People who live BDSM lifestyles all the time have to brush their teeth, take the kids to school, feed the dog, make coffee in the morning, do the laundry… all those ordinary things. Take something ordinary and turn it around, make it seem like an adult thing, as if brushing your teeth (for instance) were a fetish, not just good dental habits.

The interesting thing about changing your point of view on something ordinary is how you change the way you write. In order to make it seem less ordinary we add in detail and description. Things we usually do by remote, routine, become important and blown up to be seen as sensual, instead of dull.

Hiring a Husband

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 31, 2003  

“So, why do you want this job, Jack?” She looked him over, slowly. He wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. He was tall, a little slender in that wiry way. Short sleeves showed off the muscles of his arms and she especially liked good biceps on a man. But, why would this guy want a job as her personal caretaker and sex pet?

He was quiet too. Just watching her right back, maybe thinking, maybe reconsidering this whole idea. Whatever idea had brought him this far.

“I need the money and this was the only job that sounded interesting. I don’t see myself as the sales or customer service type.” He smiled and showed off really nice, white teeth.

“I’m sure you can do better than this. You’re not old, uneducated and you don’t look lazy. From reading your letter you seem to have quite a lot of skills: carpentry, mechanic, landscaping… You’ve done a lot in the last dozen years.” He had great hands too. Big hands, strong, capable hands that would feel really good on her skin. “Surely, there is something better paying out there for you.”

“On the contrary, Joan, I think this job will pay very well. Better than any I’ve had up until now.” Now the smile turned sexy and it was stunning. She caught herself starring at his lips, the way his mouth moved and the wrinkles on his face, just the way she always liked. No, this wouldn’t work at all. He was far too sexy, she’d never be able to do anything but watch him. She’d easily spend a day mooning over him and get nothing else done. This was crazy, he couldn’t really just want this job, or her as he seemed to be saying. His face wasn’t that honest, good boy type, there was no way she should trust him. Allow him into her home, her life, her bed.

“When can you start?” She asked, surprised to hear the words coming from her mouth.

“I brought everything with me, I can start right now.” He leaned forward, taking her hand from the desk and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. “Maybe you’d like me to start in the garden? It’s a nice day for working outside and there’s a lot of cleaning up to do now that Spring is here.”

“OK” She said. How did this happen, she was supposed to be the one in charge.

“I’ll get started then. Would you like anything first?” He stood, towering over her while she still sat behind her desk.

“No, I’ve already got coffee and plenty to keep me busy here. Thanks.” She wondered if he knew how flustered she felt. His body walked away and slowly her wits returned. She had hired him! Actually hired a hunk of a man to be her husband. What was he expecting, what did he think of her? What would a guy think of a woman who employed a man as a jack of all trades and a jack in her bed at night? Never mind, she told herself. Just push it aside and get to work. Things will sort themselves out. Besides, he must have some ulterior motive and when she found out she’d just ask him to leave. Probably.

Hours later, her coffee cold, she finished writing her article for the newspaper column, stretched her back and flexed her fingers. The house was quiet now that she wasn’t so focused on her computer. It was afternoon. Outside she could see him working still. He had worked steadily since the interview. After awhile he had taken off his shirt. It wasn’t all that warm out, he seemed to want to show off for her. Now, she was ready to appreciate the show, up close.

Leaving the window view she decided to make some tuna sandwiches and take them outside as a picnic lunch. He had gotten a lot done in the garden. She admired the pile of branches and scrub put aside then turned to admire the man who had done the work. “You work fast.”

“Not always, sometimes I like to work slowly, take my time till the job’s done.” He didn’t smile but the look he gave her smoldered. When she said nothing he reached for the old blanket she had brought out for the picnic. She passed it to him, still on auto pilot.

“I made tuna, do you like tuna?” He pulled her and the plate of sandwiches down to the blanket with him. She sat in the middle of his crossed legs, her back against his chest, this was going a bit fast.

“I like tuna. Thanks for lunch but I’m not really hungry for tuna now. I watched you working all morning. You’re cute when you work, so focused and so much passion while you write. I kept wanting to go in there and feel that passion, touch you.”

“Look, Jack, this is going a bit fast for me. I’m kind of old fashioned, I’ve never jumped into sex with a man I just hired a few hours ago.”

“I understand, you want to know me better. You want to know how I feel about you, if I respect you, if I love you. Women always want that.” He laughed softly. “But you hired me to be your husband, to be all those things and do odd jobs too.”

“Well, yes, in effect it is sort of a husband job…”

“You think I just read an ad in the newspaper and came over to apply? No, Joan, you’re not the only one whose lonely, looking for something more than a warm body to pick up in the local bar. I know who you are. I’m not a stalker but I’ve looked into you, who you are, the person you are. I wanted to meet you but you never give anyone a chance. Men come onto you and you brush them aside like lint on your sleeve. They don’t get close to you and I wanted to get very close to you. So, here I am. Your ad was too good to pass up.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s OK. It is going a bit fast. We can take our time, just know that I’m not letting you get away, you aren’t brushing me off your sleeve.” Jack picked a sandwich from the plate and let her slip off his lap. When she started to move away he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side.

They ate in silence. Joan listened to the birds, saw a few pecking at the bird feeder he had refilled. It felt kind of nice to be held close, his arm around her back. He smelled nice too, a manly scent on top of some kind of cologne. His arm was warm but the side of her that touched his chest was even warmer.

When the sandwiches were gone he moved the plate off the blanket. “Would you mind getting me some water? I’d get it myself but I don’t know where the kitchen is yet.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Jack quickly stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers. He lay back on the blanket, waiting, thinking of how nice she had felt sitting in his lap. When Joan came back his cock was erect. She was stunned to see him nude.

“Just a nice day to be naked outside, maybe get a bit of tan.” He said. “No neighbours can see your backyard, none of the houses are close enough. You don’t mind do you?”

“I guess not…” Joan trailed off.

“Come and sit with me again. Let’s talk. Did you have any plans for the garden this year? I thought that rose bush that didn’t make it could be replaced with something stronger.” He waited for her to sit down, pretending to be casual, ignoring his hardening cock.

For some reason she did sit on the blanket again, though a bit farther away than he wanted. “Aren’t you cold?” She asked.

“No” He answered, rolling over onto his side closer to her. His arm snaked around her, catching her around the hips, holding her. But that was all he did. The silence stretched out between them. Joan watched a few bugs walk over blanket and onto his naked skin. An ant journeyed up his thigh but he didn’t seem to notice. She did, she watched the little legs crawling over his smooth skin, wondering how far the ant would go. How far would he let it go.

He slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans. “Do you want to test drive me?” He grinned.

Joan decided it was time for her to take back control of things, after all, this was her idea, her home and he was her employee, of sorts. “Yes, I do. Let’s see what I’m paying for.” She pulled her shirt off over her head, her nipples poked out from a lacy white bra. He unfastened the bra in record time. Next her jeans were being coaxed off. When she was left in just her white panties he sat up, drew her to him and kissed her. It was a dangerous kiss, nothing to be taken lightly. Joan felt he was stamping his ownership on her with his lips.

Before the kiss ended her panties were gone and she was under him. His body was hard and all that male flesh felt so good pressing her into the picnic blanket. Not wasting time, or giving her time to think, he entered her hard and fast. She gasped and tried to twist away. He held her though, pushing his cock all the way inside of her, stretching her pussy and spreading her legs farther apart. “That’s it Joan, take me, all of me.” His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into a stiff peak. “Tell me what you like, what you want.” He moaned.

“More.” Was all she could say.

Jack pumped his cock into her faster and deeper. The little noises and moans he made excited her, gave her back some of the feeling of power she thought lost. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing hard, trapping his cock inside her. Not one to just lie there, Joan raised her head to bite his lip. Her hands went to work on his nipples, pulling them and twisting them, just a little viciously. He didn’t seem to mind, grunting once when she twisted a little too hard.

She wanted to feel more of his skin. Sliding her feet up the back of his thighs she poked them into his butt as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She wanted him to play with her breasts but he was completely focused on her pussy. His eyes were closed and it seemed he was only waiting for her. Joan tightened her thighs around him, pulling him down into her, not letting him have any space for moving, keeping him tightly locked into her pussy.

The orgasm building inside of her erupted suddenly, her whole body tensed around him, her fingers grabbed his shoulders and she couldn’t hold back a yell of triumph. He came along with her, filling her, grinding his hips into hers.

Their bodies sticky with sweat, getting chilled by the air they remained there, clutched together as the afternoon became the evening. She explored his body, leisurely. He talked to her, telling her how much he wanted her. They made love again when it was almost fully dark outside. But this time he was slow, taking his time to enjoy her, making sure she got to know him really, really well.

Suit and Tie

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday April 19, 2003

“Hmm.. Have I told you lately how much I really like a man in a suit?” She purred, her warm breath lifting the hairs along the back of his neck.

“Yes, I think you have, once or twice, usually just when you’re working on getting me out of my suit.” He laughed wickedly.

“That’s just a coincidence.” She said. Standing in front of him she leaned into his chest, biting his chin lightly, holding it between her teeth a few seconds. Her tongue played over the stubble left from a long day away at the office.

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence, especially since it seems to be happening again, right now.” His hands wrapped snugly around her waist, fitting her even closer to his body.

A button popped off his white dress shirt as she pulled it from his pants roughly, not caring about buttons as much as skin. Her fingers trailed softly up from his waistband, up over his belly to tease his nipples. “If I say it’s a coincidence, that’s what it is. Domme is always right.” She grinned.

“Is that how it works?”

“Yes.” One of her hands wandered over his belly, past his waistband and over his pants to tease the bulge of his cock. “I made dinner and cleaned everything in the kitchen. All that’s left for you to do is serve dinner. But you better take off your suit, in case it gets messy.”

“That’s a good idea, in case you make me get messy.” He teased.

She looked up at him with raised eyebrow just the barest trace of a smile on her lips. “You don’t need me to be messy. Want to test the theory tonight?”

“I don’t think so, testing theories with you is dangerous work. I’d need more insurance.”

She laughed, kissed him and stepped back to admire the mussed up look of him. “You look good in a suit. But you’ll look even better in just a tie. Why don’t you go fold your suit all nice and tidy then come serve dinner. Keep the tie on.”

“What if my tie gets messy?”

“…and what if it doesn’t, won’t that be even more disappointing for you?” She leered at him like the villainess in an old movie.

“Ahh” he sighed, “A woman after my own heart.”

“More like a woman after her own dinner. I’m hungry, don’t take too long.”

He came back and found her sitting in front of the TV, two TV tray tables in front of the couch. A commercial for toothpaste was on as he went into the kitchen to serve dinner. He had expected to serve at the table as they always did. Where did she get TV trays from anyway?

“Dinner is served!” He announced, placing a plate in front of her and his own next to it. “Would you like anything to drink with dinner?”

“Not yet. Come sit down beside me.” It wasn’t easy to get comfortable with a hot plate and a bare lap. The TV tray wasn’t in easy reach for him. She managed just fine though.

“I think I’ll just move to the regular table. I don’t want anything to spill off my plate.” He decided.

Before he stood up she reached into his lap, pushing him back down. “No, you stay here, right beside me. If you sit forward you’ll be able to reach the TV tray just fine.” So, that’s what he did. He was managing all right and nearly finished dinner when her fingers walked their way into his lap.

She was finished and ready for something else. But she wasn’t looking at him, her gaze was focused on the TV. A comedy was on, he wasn’t sure which one. Being pretty much naked sitting next to her was a big distraction.

Trying to be nonchalant, he opened his thighs, giving her fingers more options. She took them. Slipping her hand around his cock she found the balls. Her touch was light, stroking his balls, finding that place just underneath. When he was fully erect she stopped.

“If you’re finished you can clear away the dinner things now. The TV trays fold up and there is enough space between the stove and counter to store them.”

“Could it wait for later?” He asked.

“Later than what?” She asked.

“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

“Yes, you are.” She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and sealed her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, pressing her body into his. “Now you’re even more in the middle of something, but you still need to tidy up.” She smiled as their noses touched. “Come back for the big finish.” She giggled, licking his stubbly cheek.

With a huge dramatic sigh he stood up, picked up the dishes and left. In the kitchen he rinsed off the dishes and left them to wash later. When he came back for the TV trays she was topless. But, he pretended not to notice. He left with the trays, put them away and waited. The clock hands ticked out one full minute before he walked back out to her. Then he just flopped down on the couch, just out of her reach.

Of course, his erection spoiled the whole act.

“Is this for me?” She asked as she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock.

“Have you been a good girl, do you deserve a treat?”

“No, I haven’t been good at all. I’ve spent the day plotting my husband’s downfall.”

“Hmmm, he doesn’t look too down.” He said.

“He’s just trying to be nice about it. I’m spoiled you know?” She stood up and pulled off her jeans. Tonight’s panties were red satin with a tiny bow on the front. Just inches from the bow he could see the beginning of a wet spot from her pussy.

“Spoiled? How?” He asked, trying to keep focused on the banter.

Sitting astride his leg she said, “Well, he never says no to me when I do something like this. See what I mean?”

“Ummm yes…”

She picked up his hand and slipped his fingers into the front of her panties. “Or this…” She said. Her hips rocked forward to trap his hand. She picked up his tie, still around his neck and pulled his head to her waiting lips. A soft kiss, dainty licks around his lips, then, when he started to push his tongue into her mouth she bit it and held it between her teeth. Not hard enough to be painful, just enough to keep it there.

Deciding that was enough foreplay he pushed his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit. His other hand found her breast and the hard nipple. She had to release his tongue as she arched her back and tightened her thighs around his leg.

Now her breasts were in easy reach for sucking on. He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. She moaned. Her pussy was very wet and his fingers were coated with her juices. She was ready. But he was almost beyond ready. The panties nearly ripped in his urgency to get them out of the way. Using both hands he lifted her hips and waited while she guided his aching cock inside her wet pussy. Then he was inside and she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, making them both moan and wriggle.

“I’m so spoiled.” She whispered. He pumped himself into her pussy, hardly aware as she removed his tie. Her breasts bounced as he thrust up into her. He stood up, gripping her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her into the bedroom and fell onto the bed with her on top. Then he noticed the tie in her hands as it dangled down sweeping over his chest.

“Put up your hands.” She wrapped the tie around his wrists then looped them through the hooks in the wall. From there it was all her game. She bit his nipples, teased her fingers over his arms, chest and even reached back to tickle his thighs. His gasps, whimpers and moans excited her. Her own moans had him tight fisted, fighting for control and the focus to hold off until she let him come.

Grinding her hips, clenching around his cock she finally orgasmed. Her pussy spasmed once, twice, and then a third time before she gave him the command, “Now!”. He came so hard and fast he thought he would buck her right off the bed. But she hung on, riding him to the end.

At last they lay panting together. He reached to pull up a blanket, forgetting he was tied. She grinned up at him. “You really do look good in just a tie and now your arms won’t get in the way if I want to have my way with you later.” She laughed softly, wriggling into his side, finding the blanket and covering them both, for at least a little while.

Erotic Oddity

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday September 20, 2003  

“How can you feel something if you’re not real?” Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.

He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. “I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn’t feel that or feel pleased by touching you?”

“You’re a machine, you don’t have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human.”

“No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too.” He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. “Can’t you forget I’m an android and just let me love you?”

“I don’t know. It’s always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you.” She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. “There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it’s all just part of the programming you were built with.”

He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. “Haven’t I pleased you at all?”

“Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your… other attributes.” She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.

“I think you’re too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There’s no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate.” She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.

“No, I don’t want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I’m more than that, I’m a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can’t make me go back in my box today!” He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.

“What do you think you’re doing? Behaving like a brute won’t help.”

He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.

“What the hell are you doing?” She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. “You’ll be terminated for doing this. It’s against all your programming!”

“I know. Maybe it’s a way to show you I’m not just an unfeeling android. But, I’m going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won’t be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you’re mine. All mine. You belong to me.”

“You can’t be doing this, this can’t be happening. You’re not supposed to be able to rape me.”

“Shhh,” he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, “I’m not going to hurt you. This isn’t violence against women, it’s passion.”

“No, stop now before it’s too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!”

“No, that won’t happen. I won’t let it.” He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. “You’re already wet for me.” He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. “I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style.”

He laughed at her gasp. “Was that outrage or desire?” His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. I know you want this.” Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. “Most women don’t order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn’t you? That’s why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy.” His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. “You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn’t that right?” .

She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.

“That’s it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all.” He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.

She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. “You’re mine Deborah,” he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.

“No,” she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.

“You’re mine.” He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. “You’re all mine.”

Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She’d never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn’t even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.

Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn’t know about. But, once she was pregnant they’d never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.