♦ It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? Will you all forgive me if I look meek enough?
The question’s redundant. It probably isn’t going to happen. Meek doesn’t seem to suit me. Can’t think why.
So, while I’ve been feeling far more inspired by zombies recently than by sex, I do still have a few topics and so on up my sleeve. And to be honest I’m already seeing Boomers when I blink, so I should probably lay off the shooting for five minutes and write for all you lovely people.
Last time I wrote one of this little mini-series I told you all about how I want a temporary cock. My own hard erection to play with, to stroke, to force into mouths, to make a girl moan.
It turns out that in a way I can borrow one.
Fractal’s mine, of course. And his penis is too, naturally. Just as I and my sex are his. But science has not yet provided us with a sexual physical feedback loop. It doesn’t feel mine physically, still his.
Science, it turns out, is not the answer for once.
It’s all in the mind.
We were lying in bed, Fractal and I. I’d had these thoughts on my mind a fair bit, thoughts of the weird gender-mash-up that seems annoyingly unattainable. I was just growing into the idea then, of wanting a cock. Of feeling like I would suit one rather, if just temporarily.
We were spooning. We were supposed to be sleeping. And we were also rather tense.
These things happen.
I was pressed up against his back, tight. Arms around him. My body was on a level with his so that my hips were at his hips, my hands nicely placed to touch him and his sex.
It didn’t take long before I was playing with his cock. It didn’t take long before he was hard in my hands.
And the proximity of our bodies, the closeness of the base of his cock to where it would attach to my own body, it must’ve got me thinking. The positioning was so perfect that with only the slightest imagination it seemed like the cock was attached to my body. Like I was masturbating my own erection.
As I thought about that idea I found myself getting very turned on. My clit became hot, my pussy became wet, my breathing changed and I started to feel more and more aroused with each tug on his cock. Each movement on him was looped back into me. If I thought about it enough I could swear that I was getting direct stimulation from masturbating that penis.
My penis. It felt like my penis.
It was strange and wonderful at once. It didn’t even feel like a mental thing. It felt honestly like I was masturbating myself, only my hand was on Fractal’s cock and the effect was still on my sex.
I loved it. Fractal loved it too, once he clicked (and you can forgive him for not doing so straight away, odd as it is) what was going on. Once he realised how hot I was getting owning his cock. My cock.
Soon my breath was ragged. Somehow, somehow I was on the verge of an orgasm. I knew it.
I hadn’t even laid a finger on myself.
I came. My female sex shuddered as I touched my borrowed male one. Fractal seemed a little surprised but very pleased. I’d come from borrowing his cock.
Don’t worry, I gave it back. ♦