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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Fair Warning XXX excerpt

I promised you a taste of Angel Bet but you need a warning up front. It is in the viewpoint of Adrian, the hero of the book. He is a genius rated, well endowed, very handsome metallurgist scientist. He lives in an all inclusive facility where work and housing, and after hour lounges and fitness center are all within one large building. That is referred to as "in the box." They don't have the freedom to leave any time they want.

The story is set in post WW3 and the society has completely flipped or flopped or whatever you want to call it. Food supplies are limited because of chemical war contamination, and homosexuality is encouraged to discourage procreation. Prudity is out the window. The law says anything sexual in public is permissable, pretty much. Problem is, some individuals, like Adrian, are hetero through and through.

This is a scene where he is sitting in the company lounge, thinking back to a virginal experience he had with two women before he got in the box. There are sexual acts between same sex (lesbians). Don't read the excerpt if it will offend you.

I want to say, before I give you the excerpt, that Adrian struggles with what is the norm in his day. He was raised to be accepting, but he is going through his own self-clarification of who he is, and what he wants sexually.

He was raised in a war orphan home where homosexuality was encouraged, but his basic hetero personality has been at war with that.

And yes, I do expect this to get you thinking about what you find acceptable, and what you don't. What if the world did take a big change in morality? It seems like it's happening to me. This is a controversial story where sexuality is explored and inhibitions are struggled with. And, I'll be honest, it was inspired by the increasing number of "out of the closet" homosexual acquaintances I've had.

My personal orientation is monogamous heterosexuality. And I am a Christian. I know some will want to know this. As a Christian, I know that it is NOT my place to judge. That's God's job. (I fully believe self-righteousness is a major sin.) My job is to embrace all humans with love and compassion, and forgive them for sins or their actions which I perceive to be sins--because I have enough of my own.

All that said, there is graphic sexual content and language contained in this excerpt. It IS erotica with no holds barred. With no more ado, here's the excerpt:

“Only one night,” Chrissy pouted. “Shit.” She told Janice, “Have you ever seen prettier blue eyes or blacker, curly hair on a man that made you want to get your fingers in it more?”

He resisted the urge to reach up and run a hand through it. He wasn’t sure what to make of them.

“Uh uh,” Janice agreed, “I just wanna put my hands in your hair. Do you mind?”

Adrian laughed nervously. “Go right ahead.”

It had been a push for him, to allow the touching. Introspection made him realize that he’d been pretty standoffish, and stiff in the shoulders, wary of women. But he found that he liked head massages, and they’d taken turns.

While Chrissy stood behind him, giving it a go, he told her, “I could stay here all night if you keep that up, honey.”

Where had the endearment come from? A vague memory of his father’s conversation to his mother?

Temple rubbing. Who knew it could get rid of those shitty pains that were always going through his head? He’d had the migraines since he’d been taken to the first group home.

Putting her lips to his ear, she said, “I’m hoping it gives you some good ideas.”

In tune to everything about the women, the way they smelled, the way they rubbed against him…he enjoyed the tease of conversation and touching. It was so new at the time, that every nerve ending in his body had been at attention. And his cock had sprung to action pretty quick, too. That had been real interesting to him.

He’d wanted to pop it out of his pants and examine it. It seemed to have a mind of its own, to know what it liked. And for some reason, head stimulation sent tremors of anticipation right down to the ball sac at the base of his shaft. Shooting tingles of sparked sexual interest right through the center of his cock.

“Like what?” He led her on. But really he was just looking for an education.

What did women do, or want done, for sexual pleasure?

Janice handed him a beer in a bottle, and he sipped from it, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She fingered the top edge of her top, tickling her own upper breast, drawing his gaze, trailing her finger down and over the fabric—so he’d notice the erect nipples she harbored.

It intrigued him.

She wrapped her lips around the top of her bottle and swallowed.

He never got that at NatDef. Cheap beer in a bottle. Nope. They served only sterilized glasses and clear grain alcohol. Modified near-everclear.

Chrissy’s next whisper had his manhood rising hard and fast. “Like oral sex. I’d like to give you some, but only if you think it’s a good idea.”

Adrian had choked, almost, on that dark beer. And he’d put Janice’s actions into perspective, too. All a tease. Certainly, a promise. So, that’s when he’d learned that women liked oral sex, too.

He remembered watching their mouths, and wondering if they’d ever sucked a guy’s cock before. And wondering if their lips felt any softer than a man’s did. Would they grip him firmly, or softly?

“I’m just passing through.” He felt obligated to be honest. “I can only commit to one night…of pleasure, but I’ll give as good as I get. I promise.”

He didn’t really know what that would entail. In fact, he’d been so undereducated that he didn’t know, until they’d stripped, that women didn’t have penises, too. The only difference he could see beforehand was plumper curves, boobs and hips—asses with more shape. All intriguing to him. He just wanted to bury his nose, his lips, his tongue, and his cock in every crevice, and push against every soft cushion—just to see how it felt. Women were so much softer than men. He liked that about them.

He wasn’t quite sure how to go about it, but he fully intended to make them feel like goddesses. Maybe they thought he had. He certainly did his best to kiss every inch of their bodies…to get them moaning with pleasure…before he let them attend to his wants.

And, oh, how he’d wanted! How he’d anticipated!

They’d surprised him, too. Rewarded him for his efforts at making them feel beautiful and desirable, for uttering over and over again—his amazement of their curves, their pliable flesh, and how great it felt in his hands.

Making love to them had come naturally. It had not been any hardship for him at all.

And that had surprised him, a bit. Since the men at his sex therapy home had mentioned, more than once, that satisfying a woman seemed to be a hard thing to do.

So, he’d had his doubts. He’d wanted to learn how to do it, though. And he’d been eager. What he’d found was that…

He had desired them. He’d been giddy and virginal, too eager to please. Somewhat desperate for them to like him. And they had loved that about him.

What was it Janice had said, “If all men had his attitude?”

So, he realized that, at some points, he’d been on his knees in front of them, licking between their legs—doing their bidding. Maybe he wasn’t against submissive behavior, per se, but…just needed the right direction? The right dominating figure standing over him?

Adrian could recall it down to the last detail, the scent of their perfumes, the color of their toenail polish, and the sound of their giggles. Oh, the women had been big on having fun. Their orders hadn’t seemed like orders because they’d been accompanied with smiles and eyebrow lifting—and moaning of ecstatic appreciation.

And then they’d rolled him, pushing him back on the bed, taking him down, kissing him all over. Total surrender. Arms spread wide, them in the crooks, their silky hair in his hands as he enjoyed the press of their lips.

Chrissy, the redhead with big breasts, a thick waist, and a bigger ass, slid down between his legs, gladly offering up full throttle deep throating while the other,

Janice, an equally plump, totally tasty brunette, straddled his face. She spurred him to dig his tongue in as far as he could put it and to squeeze the flesh of her ass as he licked and sucked. He could almost taste her again. And if he closed his eyes, he could definitely feel the rise of his cock to the flute playing tune of the other’s teeth. Chrissy. How sweet she was!

“Mm,” he thought to himself, bringing himself back to reality. “You screwed yourself when you signed up here, A.” Women like that, who enjoyed sex and body worshipping, didn’t hang out in the genius sector. The women he knew were asexual or lesbian. Not that he judged against it. But that didn’t do anything for him, did it?

Maybe other sectors were different? He had no idea. NatDef kept each division apart.
The left hand didn’t know what the right hand was doing.

He heard sucking noses.

Case in fact…he turned his head and watched two women kissing and hickying in the corner. A whole lot of touching and squeezing, slurping and tonguing. Obvious titillation. He suspected they did it to turn on the straight men in the bar. As torture? Especially when one slid her hand to the knee of her partner, up under the table and made the woman squirm. With no emotional or physical response at all, he watched the girl orgasm right there. And men down the bar, also watching, cheered and exchanged company tokens over their bets.

Adrian turned his thoughts into his drink. He’d stopped betting years ago. It was no fun any more. There was no fruition in it.

He hadn’t had sex in forever. Not even masturbation. He didn’t know why. Lost interest all together? Or saving himself in the hopes that one day his princess would come? (Literally?)

And that fantasy of the two women—that he’d actually been with—was about as good as it got for him—since he’d qualified in the genius range and been accepted into the NatDef lockup.

(It didn’t matter that he’d put the pat answer on his questionnaires. The company wouldn’t understand a man that didn’t beat off. That would not be normal.)

Adrian knew that he didn’t really need two women to satisfy him. His best fantasy was a woman that understood his science-oriented drive, who could also fulfill his desires for completeness in other areas. That was something mental that he couldn’t have explained for the world. That no one else would ever understand. Something that had to go hand in hand with sex to make it work for him as a real fantasy.

And not that the company had a problem with sex among team members, obviously. They didn’t care if you fucked on the bar, even. It was a progressive community where everything outside the box was accepted—as long as you remained inside the box.

Betting cheers went up again as the other lesbian climbed under the table between the legs of her friend, pushing her skirt up, sliding a tongue to the curls there.

Adrian glanced over, then looked away. He, personally, had a problem with mixing workmates with private time. His off-duty hours were his own. And no one at NatDef seemed to be able to shut out their work projects. Even now, the lesbians in the corner, the one above the table, talked about metallurgy between her oohs and aahs.

And the men who’d made bets on them had already gone back to discussing alloys.
Always, without fail, the conversation circled back to the company, or the lab, or the individual project of the moment, or past history, vaulted and sealed deals. It never quit. He couldn’t get away from it. Not that he dwelt on it, but…

In any case, the sacrifice of registering for the program, and being accepted, had given him blue balls and a pained cock. Oh, he could relieve himself with masturbation. Or with the homosexuals. Two of them were within reach, rubbing each other’s thighs in preparation for slipping to the men’s room. They always did their foreplay in the lounge—in case anyone wanted to join in.

And there were a few straight men and women. And always there were prostitutes of both genders available. He didn’t know why none of them appealed. You’d think everything would look good to him after a certain length of time, but for some reason, the more he looked around at the other brainiacs, the less he wanted sex.

He had to ask himself, “What’s wrong with me?”

Posted by CarysWeldonblog :: 6:46 AM :: 2 Comments:

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2 Comments:

I think you've done very good with this. I had never thought of such a situation/society. It should be highly interesting, I think, to read. :)

By Blogger Jen, at 12:20 PM  

Thanks for saying SOMETHING.

I appreciate all comments.
Lets me know someone is reading the blog.

This SF book is out there. It will get you thinking, one way or another. I like books that make you think about your own values. As long as they aren't shoving theirs down my throat.

By Blogger CarysWeldonblog, at 6:53 AM  

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