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“I apologize for the other evening,” I wanted to ‘clear that air.’ “I wasn’t watching you two.” And she ‘nodded.’ “You look the most relaxed I’ve ever seen you. And I know that won’t affect what you ‘must do’ with me. I suspect you made many calls and tried to confirm as much as possible.”

“It’s been a ‘pleasant work atmosphere,’” she kept up her ‘grace.’ “But I cannot get any quote from your primary assistant’s daughter. I did confirm you slept with her. And several people confirmed you slept with her … AFTER she was married too.”

“We’re not going to put my longest-term secretary’s daughter in the book,” I became … ‘adamant.’

“‘Secretary?!’” she ‘balked,’ but softly. “And who said this was going to be a book?” Although that was now becoming the most laughable ‘open secret’ we shared.

“‘Secretary’ what she wanted to be called,” I ‘shrugged.’ “I didn’t like it either, at first. And officially, it was always ‘Executive Assistant.’ But yeah … and you can attach all the ‘misogyny’ to that you want. From a 21st century feminism standpoint, it very much was. But … it’s what she wanted. At the same time, you will not talk about her daughter … at all.”

She started to respond, “I don’t think–”

“Hey!” her lover interrupted, and the journalist turned towards her in the kitchen. “Remember when you told me to remind you when you’re ‘tearing down’ women, far more than men? This is one of those times. It’s not going to ‘expose’ or ‘hurt’ him, but her daughter and her daughter’s family, okay? He’s right, leave her daughter out of this.”

Refocused, “It’s funny how I can get ‘quotes’ about her daughter sleeping with you,” she just continued, “but not your actual … ‘secretary.’” She now used it, and was full-on ‘sarcasm.’

“Her daughter was a bit …,” I merely acknowledged, “‘flamoyant,’ back then. And it provided a good ‘cover’ too. But yeah, it’s safe to say there was a bit of … ‘chaffing’ between ‘my Goddess,’ ‘G,’ and* ‘Prime,’ as we’ll refer to my long-time executive assistant from now on. They both were trying to hook me up with their 30’ish and late 20s daughters, respectively. G never ‘gave up hope,’ but Prime … we kinda came to ‘an unwritten agreement.’ I think it’s because G’s daughter, ‘Goddet,’* was really more of a lesbian-preferring bi-sexual, and maybe really just a lesbian, whereas Prime’s daughter wanted a fruitful marriage, even if she had a tad more of an ‘open one’ she wasn’t so ‘shy’ to ‘talk about,’ at least when younger. And I had my vasectomy for ‘the Hoover,’ of which … I’ve given up any regret over not having biological kids, but it did affect my ’prospects’fort a spouse in the ’60s and even ’70s, really until I was in my mid 30s.”

“What surprises me is that I can find so little about her,” the journalist was honestly ‘avoiding’ talking about her prior, “from anyone! You spent nearly all your career in your 20s and 30s ‘with’ her as your ‘permanently attached’ assistant. And yes … there’s just honestly nothing proving that you ‘slept with’ her. No one ‘caught you,’ unlike everyone else … not once. I can only assume she was–“

“She exercised absolute discretion,” I interrupted her. “Rule one was my door was always locked, period. At one point, Prime changed the key, so no one, not even the COO, Hoover, the CEO, ‘my Queen Latina,’ Q-Lat, or even my future wife G, could get in my office. But we’ll get to that later.”

“We’ll, let’s start with her ‘ending’ then,” the feminist now started to turn a bit more … ‘confrontational.’ “You were the one that ‘discovered’ her in your private bathroom, the shower, after getting back from a short trip.”

“I’m glad it was a short trip,” I ‘sighed.’ “She wasn’t ‘light,’ she was well taller than me, and had pretty much been’full figured’ her whole life and, to be frank, even overweight despite her ‘amazon size,’ other than for a short period in her 40s. It ‘shortened’ her lifespan. I always worried about that, but … I never, once, told her ‘what to do.’ If anything, it was the ‘other way around.’”

“I actually got the feeling you did ‘order her’ around?” she ‘pushed.’

“She was a classic ‘work wife,’” I responded, “classic ‘secretary’ with all the male-dominant aspects in a business sense, even into the early ‘80s, right up to her passing. But when that door was closed, she was my peer, if not the ’better whole,’ not ‘half.’ And … I paid her as such, and she was worth every penny, and I don’t mean sexually. She had been through a lot, and when that door was closed, she was ‘transparent’ and quite the … ‘mentor’ I really needed. Hoover was always ‘heavy handed,’ almost ‘as overbearing’ at times as my biological mother, Q tried to be a ‘mother figure,’ but I wasn’t ‘machismo enough’ for her, and G … G was always an emotional wreck, and ‘slept it off.’ I mean, she did sleep with much of my old fraternity while I was off in ’Nam for a couple of years.”

“Yes,” she got ‘giddy,’ “G ‘cheating’ on her husband with you, she seemed to ‘always regret that.’” I couldn’t argue with that, even if they were both ‘sleeping around’ on each other, well before me. I was just the one that caused her finally to ‘embarrass herself.’ Now she refocused on Prime, “She had a heart attack in your private shower, while you were away, and no one noticed the water running in there for days. She had locked the door.”

“Again,” I reminded her, “locking the door was standard. But … Prime often took showers, with or without me, in my suite. Our water bill was often high because I often pumped her full of my spermless ejaculate into her, on the bench in there … and quite often.” And now the journalist’s lover ‘giggled’ from the kitchen, much to my interviewer’s disgust. “Yes, I had more sex with her than anyone, and the ‘high water bill’ was kinda a ‘running joke’ about how many ‘showers’ either of us must have taken. But she was just taking a shower, a few hours after I left. By then, G was ‘retired,’ and G was ‘traveling’ with me, enjoying being the ‘grandmotherly eye candy’ on my arm at events.”

“Even though you were ‘sleeping around’ on your wife,” she now ‘really began.’

“Not really by then,” I countered. “While HIV wasn’t being taken seriously by most, I had read the reports, and I was ‘risk adverse.’ G, being older, just like Hoover, and Q, all had their herpes ‘outbreaks’ more frequently as they aged further, their ‘immune systems’ more ‘compromised.’ So … there was a bit of a ‘testing-rotation’ going on, as I never acquired, and neither did Prime. So I just kinda ‘got it out’ with Prime early that week, since all three others were ‘off-limits.’ It was really just those 4 in my life at that point, sex with G and Q, more 69’ing with Hoover, and Prime … it was whatever she ‘wanted’ with me. She was …“

“Are you telling me you were ‘her bitch’ when that door was locked?!” the journal exclaimed, even if she was a bit … ‘skeptical.’

“Her daughter won’t interview with you,” I now ‘struck,’ “because we made her mother filthy rich. When I said ‘peer,’ I meant I shared 50/50 with Prime. She earned it, and I don’t mean ‘sex.’ She was the most experienced, intelligent ‘peer’ I ever had. Calculating, she could ‘see things in advance,’ and … ironically, for the ‘60s, it was the best, most ’inconspicuous’ role she could play. By the ‘70s, she didn’t want it to … ’change,’ which … yeah, I couldn’t ‘live without her.’ She always thought she could ‘move on’ at some point, but …“

“She didn’t want to leave you by then,” the lover of my interviewer came over with a plate of food. She was hungry, and I could only imagine how many ‘calories she had burned’ over the past few days, even just last night. “She developed a ‘deep, emotional attachment,’ to you,” and I saw her ‘look over’ at her own lover. “Call it a ‘patriarchy’ if you want … I bet she loved ‘dominating’ him in that room, sexually as much as intellectually. I would have too,” and that kinda ‘shocked’ both of us. “What?! ” she ‘barked’ at her own lover’s eyes. “I’ve seen pictures of when he was young. If I was straight, no way would I stop riding that cock!” Yeah, she UNDERSTOOD the male-female coupling from a ‘classic’ standpoint, although I started to now thingk she was the ‘dominant one’ in the bedroom, and my ‘interviewer’ the ‘fragile’ one. Then she turned back to me, “What is it you said? It’s not about a woman being ‘build for speed’ …”

“It’s if the man is ‘strong enough’ so every woman is ‘built for speed,’” I ‘finished’ for her. “She was two hundred pounds, easily, most of her life, especially being over six feet. I think she made one-seventy, maybe even a little less, in her 40s, for a few years. We were fucking a lot then, her riding me like crazy. I’m just glad I never ‘lost enough strength’ that I couldn’t ‘radgoll her’ atop of me. Especially as she ‘aged’ and it was getting more difficult for her to ‘ride me’ on her own. But most of the time, it was her just ‘hunched over’ and sucking my face. I frenched Prime … more than Hoover, Q and even my wife G … combined, over those fifteen or so years, removing the pair of years I was in ’Nam. And Prime understood my needs, she–”

“Yet she still ‘took dictation’ from you,” the ‘feminist’ interrupted me once more, “and the other things ‘secretaries’ did in the ‘60s. Although I heard you ’made your own’ coffee sometimes.”

“He doesn’t drink coffee,” her lover ‘interjected.’ And suddenly, the ‘light bulb’ came on, and I could ‘see it.’ “You were her ‘secretary,’ weren’t you?”

I ‘refocused’ on that last week, “I brought her coffee in those first two mornings of that week, Monday and Tuesday. Call me silly, but she was at her most beautiful those days, into her 50s. Hoover ‘nailed it’ when she ‘hooked us up,’ I mean–”

“Hoover, your COO …” the interviewer ‘interrupted me’ yet again, “‘hooked you two up?’”

“Hoover was my ‘adopted mother’ of sorts,” JJ smiled, “she ‘knew what was best’ for me, although I’ll always ‘disagree’ with her on the fact that I would have married Hoover first. But Prime … she was ‘my partner, my lover,’ but most of all, ‘my hero.’ Hoover realized my ‘childhood’ and my ‘experiences’ had been ‘accelerated’ by GQ – my Goddess who I respected, then loved, and Q, her charisma and sheer charm – I had been ‘catapulted’ into ‘adulthood’ in ways that ‘skipped over’ many ‘experiences.’ And, therefore … when that door was locked, Prime was my first, real, true, lasting ‘girlfriend experience.’”

“She let you ‘do’ whatever ‘you wanted,’” my interviewer’s lover interrupted. In my mind, I started calling her ‘Sweetheart,’ because he was. Especially when she ‘turned’ back to ‘the eyes’ of her interviewer, “What?! I had a boyfriend I ‘fancied,’ and he asked, so I let him, do ‘whatever he wanted’ with me, within reason.” Then she turned back to me, “She ‘slobbers’ when we really ‘get necking.’”

“Shut up!” my interviewer barked, as I smiled.

“I do too,” I ‘smirked.’ “G hated it. Hoover … she would tell me to ‘stop,’ but I know she ‘loved it’ at times … because she kinda ‘missed out’ on all that ‘teenage fun’ too. Q … as long as I satisfied Q, she let me ‘do what I wanted,’ alone. So while I was always trying to ‘pleasure’ G, and Q, and while G ‘accepted me’ eventually, and Q never did, at least not publicly, and Hoover just always ‘keep me at an arm’s distance,’ Prime never ‘judged me.’ And as she ‘held’ the coffee cup and enjoyed every sip, she let me ‘enjoy her’ … as long as I didn’t ‘attack her’ to the point she ‘spilt’ that coffee, and–”

“You ‘pumped’ your morning wood ‘into’ her while she … ‘sipped,’” it was like the feminist’s lover was ‘interviewing’ me now. And while the journalist ‘shrugged’ and seemed to ‘give in,’ her lover was so ‘fascinated’ because … even she realized Prime was ‘my girl,’ that ‘one for me.’

“I waited until it was ‘down a bit,’” I smirked once more. “After all, she is one of the few women who could ‘get off’ on intercourse with my penis, and I didn’t need to ‘work her clit’ or otherwise ‘stimulate her’ in other ways. It was best a ‘few years’ into us ‘being together,’ but she could always ‘get off’ with me ‘becoming one’ with her. Of course … she loved to let me ‘build up’ every morning. My just ‘slobbering all over’ her, but not ‘too ravaging’ that she ‘spilt’ her coffee. Her holding that cup was my ‘control mechanism.’ So I would be ‘smooth’ and … she largely ‘kept her clothes on’ so if anything ‘spilt,’ it didn’t to on her exposed skin. Although she did ‘show off’ a lot of cleavage, and …,” I grinned, “I fondled her … A LOT!!!“

“So you DID just see her as a ‘pair of big tits?’“ my interviewer now ‘confronted’ me.

“G, Q, Hoover … even my first F cup girlfriend in high school,” I ‘sighed,’ “none of them really let me ‘explore’ their torso. But Prime … she did. I loved ‘slowly undressing’ her, whether blouse, dress or otherwise. If she wore a dress or skirt, it meant she was in the ‘mood’ to be ‘eaten out,’ and I’d ‘be slow’ and didn’t just ‘go for the clit,’ as she started her coffee. When she wore pants, it meant she wanted me to ‘have fun’ with her body, ‘focus on my desires.’ So I did. Slobbering, feeling her up, enjoying every inch of her curves … she judged me none, and by the time she was done with that coffee, her pants were down, and I was ‘deep inside.’ When the cup was empty, it meant she was ready to be ‘ravaged.’ It was pure lust at first, in both directions. She wanted to get ‘filled’ by her ‘work husband’ every morning.”

“Every morning?” the interviewer questioned.

“Let me put it this way …,” I grinned, “she loved my cum ‘sloshing around inside’ her every morning, especially when I could manage two or even three loads first thing in the morning. And she loved it as she ‘strutted’ across the office, and people wondered if I had ‘packed it into’ her, especially her being such a 200 pounds plus ‘mammazon,’ and what was ‘going on’ when she first ‘came out’ mid-morning. She didn’t allow meetings with anyone before 10am, period, no exceptions. And I wanted to get to work, and be in early. It’s just how we were … including those final two mornings I saw her. Both were ‘pants’ days, jeans on Monday, that long sleeve white with small blue squares, classic big buttons through holes, just ‘undoing them’ as I ‘worked my hands’ into her rack. I pumped her up against the credenza, both of us standing, frenching. She ‘frenched me back’ that Monday morning, after ‘missing me’ over the weekend. And then the green blouse with more mid forearm length, smaller ‘snap’ buttons that were already ‘partially undone’ when I walked in on Tuesday. I remember pulling her pants down after a lot of frenching and fondling, and then just ‘ripping open’ that top, exposing her demi-bra, and fucking ‘plowing her silly.’ That last ‘double unload’ into her that Tuesday morning before my mid-day flight, will always be my ‘fondest’ set of ejaculations into any woman. Because it was my final time with her.”

“Her daughter confirmed you took her death harder than you own wife’s a few years later,” and for once, my interviewer just ‘somberly’ stated the fact, with a bit of ‘compassion.’

“I’d like to say that’s because I wasn’t with her,” I finished, “when she passed, unlike my wife who I ‘pleasured to death’ while I was under-the-table, totally ‘unaware’ she was ‘convulsing’ not because of her orgasm. But … yeah, I admired Prime, and she was always my first choice to marry. G … to her credit … ‘gave me space’ … when Prime ‘passed.’ In fact … I won’t lie … G let me ‘fuck it out’ with her, after Prime passed. The final ‘half decade’ I had with G, from the early ‘80s to the later ’80s, after Prime passed, were probably my most memorable of my marriage. Because I went back to ’worshiping’ G, like I used to … non-sexually … the first year we knew each other, but with the sex added to. I think G’s finally found her ‘closure’ that I had ‘loved another woman,’ that I had loved Prime ‘more completely’ than her, for 15 years, and … I had now ‘come back’ to G herself. I’m kinda glad Prime ‘went first,’ as much as I ‘missed her terribly.’ G also started doing those ‘office visits’ again, as she had retired years earlier and didn’t bother to ‘visit me’ since Prime and myself were ‘sexually active’ all-the-time at work. And I just ‘bang the shit out of’ G in my office again, where Prime and myself used to, where G and myself used to before her. And I was ‘orally pleasuring’ G more than ever … right through that fateful night after a party. She wanted to die with my face in between her legs, and … she did. Prime … didn’t get what she wanted, and died alone, in that shower, at work … her skin ‘shrived up’ from being under that running water for days, ‘bloated.’”

I remember her palm just ‘cupping’ my erect dick, and my tongue just ‘shooting into her mouth’ as I ‘held her face.’ I slowly ‘took off’ that ‘choker,’ and I could feel her ‘drop’ her own, little, black sheer skirt. I lifted her up as I frenched her, and she ‘unsnapped’ her teddy. I felt her ‘guide me in’ and it was just this … ‘sensation’ of ‘plush wetness,’ and I started to realize it had likely been decades since she had a real penis inside her. Maybe not. Maybe she ‘de-aged herself’ for other men more recently, but … something was telling me, with her ‘natural, un-aged looks,’ she had long ‘accepted’ her ‘fate’ and had been here awhile.

In fact, in the ‘seclusion’ of the graveyard, she seemingly preferred to ‘be alone.’ Which made me finally ‘bring her down,’ pulling from her mouth, and … ‘apologize.’ “Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Shut the fuck up!” she interrupted me with English, clearly a British, probably more of a Welsh, accent. She then finished with, “Spunk all your fucking ‘dirty seed up’into’ me!” Geez, she had that ‘accent’ down, and now I realized … from the ‘goth look’ to the teddy to her hair, let alone eyes, she was ‘expecting me.’ She just probably didn’t expect me to ‘lust for’ her ‘as hard’ as I did. Even that seemingly ‘took her back.’

I now ‘slammed’ myself into her, and it wasn’t even a half-minute, before she ‘stated the obvious.’ “You fucking can’t last in me … can you? You fucking filthy Yank?!” But there was a ‘slip’ in her voice. To the point, as I’m ‘yelping’ knowing I’m just about to ‘flood her,’ she smiles, “Now that’s a nice little ‘helmet’ you have there. I’m going to be joining you, you selfish wanker!” I didn’t even ‘grab’ her tits, I just wrapped right arm around her back, brought my right hand to her chin, and frenched her deep, while ‘curling back’ my ass, and ‘slamming’ into her.

And just like she stated, I felt her ‘flood,’ and her pussy became a ‘tight suction’ that just ‘strangled’ my penis, but left the ‘tip open,’ and ‘milked it all out.’ I remember ‘screaming into’ her mouth, quite ‘muffled,’ as she ‘shot back her tongue.’ If I didn’t know any better, she was a ‘pleasure model,’ and damn if she didn’t ‘read up’ on all those ‘cocktors’ notes.’ She had clearly ‘studied my file,’ but even then, she was a bit ‘shocked’ how much I ‘fancied’ her, especially at – as I’d find out later – close to her ‘natural age.’

I remember ‘bracing myself back,’ no longer ‘leaning into’ her, when I pulled from her lips, literally ‘shaking.’ We were ‘staring into each other,’ and that’s when I realized … I wasn’t ‘shaking’ … as much as her! “You’re quivering?!” She … she was ‘younger’ than her looks ‘suggested.’ “How old are you?” But at first, she didn’t want to … ‘answer.’ “I’m not asking because I’m ‘questioning,’” I had a ‘boy’ish smile.’ “I’m selfishly asking because … I want to know how long I ‘have’ with you.”

She then gave me the oddest answer, especially as I was utterly ‘balls deep’ into her, and we were still ‘one.’ “I’m not used to Workers still ‘looking at me’ like you are … ‘after.’” I just ‘caressed’ her face, and she didn’t really need to ‘answer.’ She had never really ‘de-aged herself’ much at all. She had this ‘fuck you’ type of attitude towards Workers, and literally just ‘didn’t care’ if they ‘didn’t like her.’ “I was once told by the head of the hospital that I was the ‘worst pleasure model’ she had ‘ever known.’” Yeah, she had been a ‘cocktor’ after all! Not surprising.

All I could do is smile, holding her chin, and say, “Good girl,” in English. Yeah, I had a ‘rebellious’ Replicant on my hands. “You knew if there was one human that could ‘appreciate’ you on this planet …,“ yeah, I didn’t need to ‘finish.’ “Why did you come here then? I mean, I’m assuming, you’re maybe … half lifecycle?” She looked 50’ish, but had the Replicant libido of maybe 30’ish. It was like she was ‘pre-aging herself’ to maximize her ‘lifespan.’ And she didn’t give a shit what anyone else ‘thought.’

She didn’t answer that question, and just barked again, “Fucking keep going you wanker! Spunk another load in me … if you can!” Yeah, it might have been hours between my nut just moments ago, and ‘double shot into’ the ‘Mayor’ of the island prior. But I was having trouble ‘building up’ again. So I slowed down, and just ‘frenched her deep.’ I was still ‘hard,’ and remained ‘inside,’ but … yeah, I was just ‘smitten’ with her GILF-y looks.

Sleepless

“This ground has to be uncomfortable for you,” she quickly ‘realized.’ Yeah, my knees weren’t liking the tiled pavement, and I finally ’got up.” I then ‘lifted her up,’ but I could feel her ‘quite limber’ muscles. While it wasn’t ‘unheard of’ for Replicants to “remain strong’ until their ‘final days,’ she felt like she had the ‘muscle mass’ of a 30 year-old Replicant, despite her looking at least 50 in Old Earth aging. And as we were ‘walking,’ she finally ‘briefly disclosed’ her answer to everything.

“Yes,” she smiled, “I’m rebellious. I like to fucking curse in Old Earth languages, and I love to ‘banter’ about sex. Citizens ‘tired’ of me rather quickly. Unfortunately for them, Replicants don’t allow euthanasia, which is why I’m here. I rather enjoy ‘being alone’ than being ‘told what to do.’ But don’t get me wrong,” she took my hand, “accept me for who I am, and I’ll suck your cock forever.” It was that ‘moment’ when I realized, I had not only discovered a truly ‘free willed’ Replicant, but … she had been ‘waiting for me.’ And that’s when she ‘unleashed’ her ‘next surprise’ as she ‘backed into’ a padded wall.

“Holy fuck!” now exclaimed in English, as her tits just ‘grew out’ and ‘stretched’n shredded’ the top of her teddy.

“Bang the shit out of me against this wall!” she had this ‘look’ of almost ‘contempt’ but also ‘bewilderment.’ It was as if she was ‘enjoying it’ more than she even ‘expected to.’ How long it would ‘last,’ was anyone’s guess. But I was surely going to ‘enjoy her’ as long as she would let me. And now I did ‘go for the tits.’ And I took a ‘great handful’ of each, as her slit ‘sucked in my penis.’

Of course, the frenching … did not end. And like several other Replicants, her lips started to ‘become numb’ before even a hour. “I’ve never had someone ‘suck my face’ like that, for so long.” The entire ‘sensory overload’ and the ‘deprivation’ once I ‘pulled back,’ now made her want to ‘keep frenching.’ And she could feel how ‘gorgeous’ I utterly found her, so much so, I was ‘all into her eyes,’ before closing them, just to ‘give myself a break.’

She came several times over the next two hours, as I ‘exploded’ into her another two times before I just ‘passed out.’ I just remember her body ‘laying next’ to me before ‘was out.’ I just remember that hair, which had turned ‘light brown,’ just ‘brushing up’ against my cheek. That was always the best part after I copulated with my wife, the ‘snuggle.’

I woke up in the combination mausoleum-chapel on the grounds. And her tits were now ‘massive,’ in more of a black ‘open halter’ than ‘top.’ She had on a choker again, as I admired how much she had really ‘grown them out’ over the few hours I was asleep. Her lips were ‘black,’ like they were deprived of oxygen, and then she said the most interesting thing.

“You’ve made me ‘raw’ inside. Never had that happen either. Not even after a night of taking another Replicant’s appendage as much as I could. It must be that mushroom helmet of yours.” And that’s when, she just ‘bent over’ and immediately ‘sucked in’ my penis into her mouth. I was ‘overly sensitive’ still, and she KNEW IT too! But my left hand immediately went to her ’voluminous bosom,“ and I just ‘squeezed’ as she became to ‘felate’ me.

Her hair was even longer than before, still just light brown ‘highlights,’ but … yeah, that ‘goth look’ with the ‘cocksucking,’ just made me ‘all smiles.’ I had no idea what she ‘expected of’ me. But until we weren’t seemingly ‘compatible,’ I wasn’t going to ‘question’ what was ‘going on.’

She licked and made me moan, then nut, until I just became ‘dry.’ I honestly wasn’t having ‘build ups’ any more. I would just ‘leak’ at some point, and my penis was finally ‘throbbing’ to the point it was no longer ‘pleasure.’ I just remember being so ‘physically exhausted,’ I just ended up ‘passing out’ again. But before I did, I just had one ‘order’ for her.

“I don’t want to ‘tell you what to do,’” I started. “But please take me away from this island. And please be with me as long as you so desire. I don’t think I could ever tire of being with you.”

All I made out from her comments before I was ‘unconscious’ was, “I can do you even one better. I will …”

Blondes were typically ‘a dime a dozen,’ a quick’n simple ‘change’ Replicants could start immediately, and complete within hours, sometimes tens of minutes. It wasn’t uncommon for aged Replicants to keep themselves blonde, and less than a ‘color change’ than from gray to darker colors. Humans had created Replicants in their own image, and the graying of hair was one of those things that ended up being the simple amino acids that still resulted over time. Humans couldn’t make Replicants immortal, and modifying themselves did ‘take a toll.’

But I was quickly ‘smitten’ with her, the short blonde hair around the shoulders, the thick, full body, clearly at least 40s, if not 50s. Bags under her eyes, she seemingly that sweet, insanely busty, teacher some of us just wanted to bend over her desk, and pump her full of your seed, while feeling up those huge funbags that were soft, flowing, saggy and unlike any other woman you could ‘date’ in that school. But it was more than that, it was that sweet, ‘always caring’ personality, so many kids ‘made fun of,’ but many of us would die to have as a wife.

And so, as she just ‘sat away’ from me, and as her loose, hanging tits started to ‘giggle about’ in the bumps. But she didn’t ‘make a move.’ Her eyes just continued to ‘glance away’ from me, but almost in a ‘flirtatious way.’ Indeed, it had been a long time since I had ‘that moment’ with a woman. Like on the school bus in high school, or across the hall before class. And after a minute, it just ‘hit’ me.

“When were you born?“ I took a ‘jump.’ She felt she ‘had to be’ a Citizen. But when … was my question. She just smiled. “You’re not a Replicant. Which makes me wonder … why?”

“Because you wouldn’t have left me,” she responded, “like my husband did.” Yeah, she had been waiting for that ‘moment’ to ‘introduce herself.’ But now I ‘worried,’ she was a Citizen, and … I couldn’t ‘make the move,’ no matter how much I ‘wanted to.’ And that’s when she said, “Although we have ‘all the time in the world,’ I can ‘feel’ you.” And then she smiled, “Hold me from behind.”

There was just something about ‘sliding behind her,’ and ‘putting my arms around’ her shoulders, well above the tops of her breasts. We must have ‘gone silent’ for maybe five minutes, before she ‘brushed’ her hair against my cheek, as she ‘leaned back,’ and … yeah, we started ‘deeply frenching.’ She didn’t even ‘need’ to ‘explain.’ She was obviously from Old Earth, ‘resurrected’ like so many females of the time, unlike us Workers, and … she felt ‘at home’ in her ‘own skin,’ as ‘she was,’ back on Old Earth. She also ‘fit in’ with all the Replicants ‘breaking down.’

Soon the tram just ‘stopped.’ And we were ‘fully engaged.’ My hands came down to her breasts, and I was ‘working her nipples.’ Then my hand went into her crotch, and soon … she was ‘gushing.’ It was just that simple, almost ‘schoolgirl moment,’ that had taken us both ‘back decades,’ to our youths … our real, actual youths. And as she ‘pulled down’ my pants, I felt her just … ‘mount.’ That utterly mushy, wet, unreal pussy! I must have let out a few F-bombs, before ‘unloading’ into her maybe not even three minutes later, utterly ‘flustered’ in ways I hadn’t felt since … well … FBF out near Jupiter.

But this was even ‘more different’ than that. She was a total ‘sweetheart.’ And as I was ‘still erect’ inside of her, her now ‘leaning back,’ eyes just ‘closed,’ and ‘all smiles,’ a ‘rubbed my cheek’ into hers. “I don’t want to leave now,” is all I could say.

“You will, eventually,” she stated, almost as ‘if fact.’ “You will not want to be ‘monogamous’ with me either. You cannot be. Your heart ‘belongs’ to another woman already. So you are still ‘fucking around.’ And I don’t want you to remain just to ’have your cake and eat it too.” Yeah, she desired ‘monogamy’ with a male Worker. Good for her. She wasn’t just going to ‘want a real dick.’ She wanted … more … or no ‘real dick at all!’

“And that’s why you don’t un-age yourself,” I stated. “Good for you.” And then I really smiled, “Really good for you.” And then I added, “If I ever, honestly, ‘change my mind,’ would you consider–”

“I can get you transferred here,” she smiled, “yes. But I will expect a commitment of at least a decade. Besides, even before then, you’ll need to ‘impress’ me in other ways than sexual gratification. I want an ‘exclusive dating’ arrangement to make sure we’re ‘compatible,’ just like if we ‘got serious’ on Earth. Oh, and if we do eventually ‘pair,’ there will still be times of ‘polygamy,’ but it will be with only Replicants I want to enjoy too. But I will not let it ‘define’ our … ‘partnership.’ But … while I might have a ‘general distain’ for modern, New Earth Workers, and that’s why I’m here, I have to keep in mind … there are not only a lot more of 20th and 21st century female Citizens that have been ‘revived,’ but you might want to ‘end up’ with a powerful, modern, New Earth female citizen.”

“I’m not sure they’re ‘much better’ than Workers either,” she grinned, and we kinda just ‘nodded.’ Turning back to look at me, I smiled back, “May I … well …?”

She now ‘grinned’ big, “I found out via text message from my husband’s lawyer that he was leaving me. I was riding the subway when it came in. I’ll admit, I kinda ‘did it to myself.’ I ‘fell in love’ with a teenage student, but waited until he was eighteen, two years later. He was brilliant, and as a woman almost a decade his senior, he was the most ‘intellectually stimulating’ young man I had ever met. And he was the most responsible father I ever met, balancing working and going to college, after he ‘knocked me up’ barely two years into our marriage.”

“Your kids had ‘launched’ by then I take it?” I guessed, given her ‘appearance,’ it all ‘seemed to fit.’

“He never liked my ‘added size’ after pregnancy,” she responded. “It was even more ‘taboo’ that he was African-American, even in New York. But he was a Godly, loving man, and … the best a father could be. I think he had his lawyer ‘text’ me because … he couldn’t tell me to my face. I guess … I guess I just ‘let him go’ at that point. The sex slowly ‘went downhill’ after my weight gain, although he still made me ‘feel like a trophy’ with others. He ‘kept up the charade’ until our second left the house for college. And there I was, riding the train, when it came in. He had already ‘moved out’ … and with his next wife.”

“I now assume the infidelity was one-way,” I didn’t even have to ask. “I really, really ‘appreciated’ my wife’s ‘jealousy’ at times. Beyond the fact that I would have always been honest and transparent if I ‘desired’ another woman, I really never ‘ran into’ anyone else who ‘fulfilled’ me like she did. And I guess–”

Emotional Needs

“If you ever want to ‘date’ me,” she interrupted, “show up here around age 45 all over again, my husband’s age when he left me. He was like you, successful, made us ‘entry level millionaires,’ and left me with a solid retirement plan to complement my state retirement. It wasn’t his fault, but once the local gangs knew I was ‘living alone’ again …“

“You died around this age?” I questioned. “He ‘preserved’ you. Brain damaged or dead after being ‘battered’ during the home invasion?”

She ‘nodded.’ “I like to think I was ‘so special’ to him, he wanted me to have ‘another try at life.’ I guess that’s why I like ‘being among’ the ‘expiring’ Replicants. I ‘served a purpose’ as a wife, even more so as a mother, and … I ‘apply’ that to all the ladies who come here. I just never ‘felt at home’ with the ‘power’ over Workers, and they … they never ‘being my equal,’ in addition to the ‘service’ focus, especially sexual. I can get ‘gratification’ from other ‘discarded ladies’ instead. I feel ‘at home’ with them.”

And that’s when she also ‘felt’ me ‘not softening,’ and starting to ‘pulse inside’ her. She smiled, “Did I mention I was on the subway when I received the text?” And as my mind ‘spun’ about what she was ‘talking about,’ she added, “I would have literally fucked any young man’s brains out that just … ‘eye fucked me,’ or my huge tits. Not that they were ‘this big,’ but … I knew you would ‘appreciate’ my ‘proportions.’” Yeah, she wasn’t quite as ‘naturally busty’ as she ‘presented herself,’ even if her body was ‘similar’ to hers at the age of her demise. We exited the tram, and entered a little ISO container.

Inside were complete ‘projecting walls.’ It was like being back in zero-G with FBF, and the Doc, near Jupiter. She turned around, and changed into a dark jacket with business trousers, but without a blouse. And just took a standing position next to a pole. I sat across the car, as the displays ‘came alive’ with the people on a rail car. She looked at her phone, likely a ‘recreation’ of ‘that moment,’ and her eyes ‘turned sour,’ and her body utterly ‘slumped.’ But … that’s when she ‘looked over’ at me.

It was like I had been ‘staring’ at her the whole time, ‘full of lust’ for a woman over twice my age, and she ‘parted’ her jacket, to show of her unreal, deep cleavage. We wouldn’t ‘say a word.’ No, “My husband is leaving me.’ No, statements about desire. Just the eyes, then … my ‘rising,’ with a complete ‘mega-boner’ in my pants. I’d walk over, and just ‘get pushed into her’ as more ‘boarded’ the car. I’d eventually ‘get my hand around’ her body, and start ‘working it into’ her curves. And I’d try to find a ‘pressure point’ in her hips, or anywhere else along the sides of her torso.

Eventually I’d ‘find something’ that caused her eyes to ‘divert into’ mine, and I’d … ‘work it.’ Next, my other hand would ‘dive under’ her hangers, and look for a little ‘areola entry,’ purposely ‘avoiding’ those nipples. And I’d start to feel her hand ‘cup’ my erection, and start some ‘more serious’ frottage. It would go on and on, until the car started to ‘thin out’ closer to the end of the route. And remaining people would ‘start to notice.’

Once that happened, we’d begin to french, no longer ‘hiding our feelings.’ A few would ‘scoff,’ but a few others would ‘smile.’ Even a few would ‘watch.’ And at some point, near the end of the line, when so few were left, people would either ‘leave the car,’ or just ‘enjoy the show.’ She’d finally just ‘shouve me back,’ and ‘pull down my pants.’ ‘Out’ would come those tits, as she ‘opened’ her jacket, and ‘wrap it around’ my stem. I had already cum twenty minutes earlier, so I was ‘going to last’ this time. And down … came her mouth around my stem.

I loved women her age the most, the ‘soft, flowing tits,’ which only became more … ‘unreal’ … with the ‘slick, lubricating saliva’ just ‘drooling out’ of her mouth. I could easily cum from that ‘sensation’ that young ladies just couldn’t ‘give me.’ And once I was so ‘throbbing’ post-cum, that I wanted to just ‘stick it in,’ she’d rise, but then ‘shouve her pussy’ in my face. It was no longer any ‘foreplay,’ she wanted my tongue ‘flicking’ her clitoris. And that’s exactly what I did!

But I didn’t forget about that ‘pressure point’ I had ‘discovered between her folds,’ and ‘went back to it’ with my hand. All while I inserted one, then two, then three, and finally … all four fingers into her gaping, huge, post-child bearing cavern of her pussy. She had already ‘sucked in’ and ‘filtered out’ my sperm from my prior, leaving just a ‘glazed’ bit of my seminal fluid, along with her own ‘wetness’ that caused the ‘sound of suction’ the last time I consummated with her. And now … she really ‘gushed.’ She was ‘cumming,’ as I had ‘left her on edge’ the prior session, and this took her ‘over that hump.’

She ‘forced my head in,’ and just ‘got off.’ Everyone left ‘heard it all,’ and someone even ‘clapped,’ which started a ‘chain reaction.’ But the ‘show’ wasn’t over. She pulled back, and now ‘mounted’ me. And ‘shouved my head down’n into’ her cleavage. Taking the ‘jacking off,’ her hangers ‘roamed free.’ So as much as I wanted to ‘grab her sides’ and just ‘throw her up’n down’ my cock, I just ‘pushed them together,’ around my face. She began her ‘slow roll,’ more ‘grinding’ than ‘bouncing,’ as I just ‘lusted’ for her huge tits. It was pure lust, pure … ‘overload.’ I loved her body, and her body ‘made her tits.’ But I loved those massive funbags too.

But with my pants around my ankles, this was going to be a fuck, and one everyone would ‘watch.’ And so, I finally ‘brought my hands down’ to her sides, letting her tits ‘flop over’ the ‘sensitive backside’ of my hands, as I ‘lifted her up.’ And that’s when the bouncing really … ‘began.’ She put her left arm around my shoulders, ‘grabbing’ my back, while she turned slightly, to let others ‘watch’ her tits ‘fly.’

One man unzipped his pants, and started to ‘jerk off,’ and another man – seeing the total ‘inhibition’ just ‘joined him.’ Most of the ladies now ‘left.’ But one young lady, just ‘squatted down,’ smiled, and started to ‘jerk the two men,’ one in each hand. And then she barked, “I wanna see you fuck her brains out!” And so, I ‘stood up,’ as I ‘cupped under’ her thick, juicy thighs with both hands, as she kept that one arm ‘steadying herself’ as I ‘rose.’

Lifting one nipple to my mouth with her free hand, I ‘sucked in,’ and had her entire areola in my mouth. And then I ‘circled her nipple’ for a good minute, as I ‘mid-air banged’ her, literally using all my strength to lift her nearly 100kg mammazon weight, with myself actually weighing less than her. It was ‘exhausting,’ but the more I ‘pumped into’ her on each ‘crash down’ of her body, only to ‘throw up’ her body again, my dick was literally barking, “Don’t you dare fucking stop!” And at this point, the younger stud just ‘ejaculated’ a good meter in front of himself, as the lady ‘jerked it out’ with a rebellious, “Yeah! Fucking shoot that load!” And it couldn’t have been more ‘well timed.’

“Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum already!” I literally barked myself.

And that’s when she smiled, “Then fucking pound me into the side of the cabin!” It was our ‘first words,’ and now … walking forward a couple of meters, I ‘put her up against the wall.’ And I ‘slammed myself into’ her, as hard as I could, knowing that birthed, womanly pussy could ‘take it all.’ And I really ‘built up’ that ‘load,’ only to ‘swirl,’ and realize … I’m not gonna ‘cum’ just yet. And now she really ‘frenched me,’ holding my back with body hands, and it was no longer about those tits. It was the lust, the beauty, the woman I ‘had to have.’

Forget supermodels, this is the woman I … ‘wanted.’ And with that, I just ‘slowed down.’ Instead of a big, powerful ‘nut,’ it became another ten minutes of ‘pumping into the wall.’ It was ‘effortless,’ despite her weight, my added ‘adrenaline’ finally just ‘giving out’ on those final, triple pumps as I ‘leaked into’ her, followed by a ‘convulse,’ and that ‘strong push’ with my first ‘ejaculation’ finally ‘flying out’n into’ her womb. She pulled from my face, and smiled, “Now THAT’S what I’ve ‘missed.’“ And … yeah … I did too.

It was the best ‘engagement’ I had ‘experienced’ in a long time, even for New Earth. And I just ‘stayed inside’ her, until I finally ‘softened’ and ‘fell out.’ I didn’t know it, but she had ‘cum again’ well into the ‘pounding against the wall.’ I should have realized it as her head ‘turned side-to-side,’ but she was ‘smiling too much.’ I think it was more ‘emotional’ for her too, like me. And a little ‘preview’ of what I would be ‘enjoying’ if I ever wanted to finally ‘return to monogamy.’ We slept together in that small little container, lost together, for my final night on the island.

It was 0400 local when I ‘woke up.’ And she … was gone. The tram was still there, or at least she ‘returned it’ after ‘returning home.’

And she could ‘feel it’ too. I guess that’s what I loved about Replicants the most, always ‘considering others.’ I asked her if she wanted to formally ‘reside’ with me, and she agreed, just like Al. I called her ‘Mai,’ short for the thoughts I had when I first met her. She loved the name too. It would be a long time before I would remove Mai from my list of five Replicants, just like Al. I wanted to remember her fondly. And Mai, unlike Al, was utterly ‘my type.’ And so, we continued those long walks, holding hands, before ‘going at each other.’ Increasingly we were just literally ‘fucking’ on the grass, not caring about anyone else.

She didn’t bother wearing a bra, and her rack was just ‘hanging out.’ She ‘de-aged’ herself, trying to keep herself ‘more pert,’ even though I loved her skin being ‘softer,’ right down to her rack. She actually enjoyed me ‘fondling’ her rack excessively, much like my real life wife did. Especially since I only wanted to french her even more when I did. Most of the time I was inside of her spoon, from behind, her ‘turning back,’ and snogging me through my ejaculations into her. I asked her not to orally pleasure me, but sometimes, when she want to ‘copulated me back hard,’ she just ‘sucked through the nut.’

Her ‘simplicity’ was beautiful. Having the Old Earth century exposure from her prior, female citizen lover from the era, she loved to wear a white, ‘stretchy’ T-shirt, and those blue jeans shorts, ‘torn’n rolled’ at the bottom. I couldn’t help but imagine her as my wife, and us with the kids, at the park when we took those long strolls. And she could ‘sense it,’ how much I was ‘imagining’ a life ‘with her.’ Of course, she always smiled, “Only one woman will ever have that.” And she was right. This was just ‘a blip’ in my life, even if it was far more of hers.

But she was a Replicant, and there were times where I had her ‘from behind,’ and just ‘yanking on those arms,’ while I ‘pounded’ her quite hard. It was always the same ‘ending,’ I’d ‘hit’ that ‘point of no return,’ and just ‘pull her in,’ and ‘cup’ both of her mammoth hangers. It was fucking hard blast after blast every time. She loved it. She saw the ‘lust’ and the ‘total desire’ and when we were back at her residence, I would do it in front of the mirror. Her tits would ‘fly out’ from her top, and I would just ‘lose it.’ I guess most women were alike, once they ‘became used to’ the dick, they wanted it like that … at least sometimes.

I never tired of kissing her. And from what I could tell, with her enhanced sensitivity, she enjoyed it as well. They say pure lust isn’t a ‘foundation’ for a ‘relationship.’ But on New Earth, it was, it very much was. Nothing was permanent. Relationships were short. No one ‘lived’ to be with ‘one,’ much less Replicants. Promiscuity was not only encouraged, but monogamy shamed. And yet, she had ‘a taste’ of monogamy … of sorts. And she liked it. I almost felt like she wanted me to ‘be monogamous,’ and I was, with only her, for that time. She was my dreamgirl, and it was easy to just ‘enjoy her.’ If anything, she was my ‘real vacation.’

Two for One

I don’t know why, but she put on leggings, a traditional, but plush and soft bra, and a simple pair of panties. She gave me a little ‘dance,’ and I think she honestly liked me ‘admiring’ her body. I didn’t want anyone else. I honestly didn’t. And her round face and striking-sweet brunette looks, were just ‘my type of supermodel.’ She wasn’t used to that. She just was not. Even her citizen lover hadn’t be ‘purely monogamous’ with her, but as close as she had ever.

She rode me, taking ‘complete control.’ Her fat, swollen breasts just stayed in her bra, and my hands were all over those cups. Unlike a lot of Replicants her age, she did a great job of ‘keeping it all inside,’ each time I came inside her. And so, when I ‘felt it,’ I just ‘barked,’ “You’re gonna make me cum!” And I was all smiles. And so was she. And so, my hands just ‘clasped’ her soft cups through that bra, and I was ‘blasting’ inside her, as she ‘bucked hard.’ And that’s how it ended, just right there. I felt my ejaculate all over my inner thighs, and thought she just had ‘lost control.’

Her ‘bucks’ were almost ‘involuntary.’ She had ‘got off.’ And she … had her ‘final aneurysm.’ Her smile ‘remained’ after we both ‘came together.’ And it took me a good minute, before I realized it. I just remember saying, “That was nice,” just seconds before I realized … she was ‘gone.’ Maybe if I would have ‘rushed’ to my communicator, I could have ‘save her’ from her ‘expiration’ for a few days. But something told me to just ‘remain inside,’ and let her final moments be ‘feeling’ me. I remember ‘running my hands’ across her cheek, and just ‘holding her.’

I then cried. And it was far worse than for Al. And it was only about to get worse.

On my way out, I ran into my little ‘horny’ Orientation lover. And I now quickly realized, her prior ‘gray’ hair, wasn’t exactly ‘by choice.’ She was having difficulty maintaining any ‘youth’ or ‘color.’ And now she was near ‘her end’ as well. Indeed, as I walked in, before I could say anything, she just ‘barked,’ “Don’t say a word.” And we just … ‘held’ one another.

It wasn’t long before I realized … she was doing it more for me, than herself. So … I found myself ‘dropping’ to my knees. Sure, I was probably ‘due’ for another ‘extraction.’ But, I didn’t give a fuck about me. I ‘planted’ my face in that crotch, while I ‘reached up’ and ‘worked her nipples.’ Her rack, while it was still ‘big,’ wasn’t ‘as big’ as before. Clearly, she had been ‘artificially inflating them,’ for me, as she wasn’t ‘naturally’ that busty.

After many centuries, after many realities, and things hadn’t changed much. Replicants, humans, everyone … wanted to orgasm before they met their end. I didn’t plan to be with two different Replicants in their final hours, in the same day, but that’s how my final moments at Diego Garcia would be. I didn’t bother caring about myself, just ‘getting her off’ as many times as she could.

Laying her down, I kissed her one, last time. I’d call the authorities, as I had done with Mai just hours earlier. And with that, it was finally time for me to leave the island.

When I came and ‘got soft,’ they ‘orally stimulated’ me back to an ‘erection.’ And after a few hours, I got a ‘break.’ But as ‘word got around’ I was on the beach, I decided to finally ‘egress’ and bid both the blonde and black beauty farewell. I wasn’t really into having another ‘extended orgy’ over more than a fraction of a day. That wasn’t how I wanted my final days on the island to end. And so … I just ‘walked away.’

As I walked through the park, I started to realize my clothes really … well … ‘stank.’ And then I ‘saw her’ … YET AGAIN! She had ‘de-aged’ herself a tad, and ‘dropped some weight,’ but my little ‘Orientation Lover’ was clearly ‘looking for more.’ And I had to ‘warn’ her. “I just slept on the beach, and … this is my final robe, and it needs to be cleaned. So … I really stink.”

“It’s a good thing we Replicants can ‘shut off’ some of our senses,” and she ‘pushed me down’ and just … ‘attacked’ me. Damn I loved that! I don’t know why she didn’t ‘hesitate’ to ‘ask for permission.’ Something about her told me there was a bit of a ‘fetish’ in her ‘history,’ but I hadn’t ‘put my finger on it.’ I was ‘hot for teacher’ once again, and enjoyed her just ‘bouncing up’n down,’ right there, in the park.

There wasn’t much I didn’t ‘like’ about her, thin or thick. And her outfit, while she was ‘slimmed down’ a bit, was still something I’d love to see in a GILF-y girlfriend. Heck, on campus, even as a young man, I’d love to be ‘seen with’ her, at her elder age, like I was ‘dating’ a professor nearly three times my age. After cumming inside her, she started to ‘lift off,’ but I ‘held her in place.’ I wasn’t up for ‘more intercourse.’ I just wanted to ‘be held.’

“I’m ‘too blonde’ for you,” she stated. At first I thought she was ‘joking.’

In fact, I started to ‘joke back,’ “You’ll do.” But much to my surprise, she disclosed, “She also works at the recycling center.” And in my ‘look’ of ‘who?’ she just ‘smiled,’ “I think you ‘know you.’”

I joined my little ‘horny teacher’ at her residence to bathe, but not before ‘getting her off’ once more on my face. And I decided to just ‘walk naked’ to the recycling center, not bothering with clothes. After all, they must have clothes there!

Dreamgirl Depression

She was ‘aged’ more than I had seen her prior. Clearly, she wasn’t ‘as young’ as when I ‘had her’ prior. And as she looked at me, it was almost … ‘disgust.’ Yeah, I guess she had ‘taken it personal’ that ‘had’ that orgy over that month.

From: [MNE][023C] New Earth: Personal Journal - Graveyards (Part C)

… I remembered ‘stopping her’ on this really thicc brunette … just ‘staring’ at the 3D projected image … A few hours later, I ‘met’ the brunette … yet another ‘Culinary’ Replicant, who had served some ‘Elite’ female Citizens until she was … ’an embarrassment. Sigh … as she just ‘strolled over,’ I was literally ‘in awe,’ and she ‘felt me’ and just ‘how much’ as well … “I hope I’m ‘satisfactory,’ as a male Worker,” I ‘beat her to it,’ and she ‘giggled,’ while affectionately ‘nodding.’ I then noted her ‘wedding band,’ “Your prior partner? A Citizen I take it?” … … she disclosed, “My partner was a ‘revived,’ 20th century female … I thought she’d ‘stay with me’ forever. But …” … she ‘sat down’ with me. I could tell she understood why 20th century men and women were more … ‘reserved’ and very ‘slow to become intimate.’ But soon I had my left hand into her crotch, my right arm around her body and my right hand ‘working her nipple,’ as we frenched … She came in less than a minute, but … I didn’t exactly ‘stop’ there … I ‘dropped to my knees,’ and she just ‘let me.’ It was clear she hadn’t been with many male Workers, likely because she was ‘dedicated’ to that ‘Elite’ female Citizen, and likely only had male Workers who that female Citizen ‘fancied.’ I guess she enjoyed the idea of ‘choosing’ me, even though I was the only Worker on the island currently … and that I had ‘picked’ her. Oh how I wished I could ‘show her off’ to everyone else, than just the Replicants of the island …

“Oh look,” she ‘scoffed,’ “if it isn’t the 20th century ‘stud.’” She could ‘sense’ my affinity for her, as well as observe my ‘growing boner.’ “Obviously you need some clothes, but that’s all I’m going to ‘assist’ you with.”

“I’d like to spend my final days with you on this island,” I tried to be … ‘diplomatic.’

“You sure you won’t just ‘go off’ after a day …,” clearly she took my ‘departure’ rather … ‘personally,’ “again?”

“I didn’t know you were THAT ‘interested’ in me?“ I honestly didn’t. “I figured–”

“You* KNEW,” she barked, ”how I ‘felt’ after my prior, 20th century ‘lover!’“* And it was the last thing I expected. But … it ‘made sense.’

And then something ‘obvious’ just occurred to me, “How long do you have?” She didn’t even answer. “Why didn’t you tell–”

“It’s not your fault you made me ‘de-age’ myself all those years,” she was now a bit … ‘softer.’ She realized … I actually DID ‘care.’ She smiled, “I couldn’t ‘expect’ you to be ‘exclusive’ to me. But understand … I never expected to ‘meet’ another person from Old Earth, much less a man. They don’t exactly ‘hatch’ you ‘Workers.’”

It was seconds before I ‘dropped to my knees,’ and I remember her ‘running her fingers’ through my hair, as she came. Then I entered and ‘pumped her’ against the counter. My tongue was deep inside her mouth, and my hands all over her body. She was ‘perfection’ to me.

Much to my concern, she ‘un-aged’ herself. There was just something about her, like Al, that wouldn’t let herself ‘be old,’ at least not in front of others, including me. But she ‘justified’ it as, “What am I going to do … live a few more days after you leave?” No, like most people, they just wanted ‘someone with them’ when they ‘expired.’ She might have been ‘newer’ to the island, but … she didn’t ‘have long to live.’ She had ‘de-aged’ herself so excessively, for so long, it really didn’t matter.

I remember just ‘loving’ her ‘bloated size.’ She was exactly what I lived for, like a woman who was immediately post-pregnancy in ‘swollen’ breasts, as well as ‘full hips.’ And her looks just ‘glowed’ in ways that were ‘my type of supermodel.’ She ‘humored’ me and we took ‘long walks’ and she just ‘told me all about’ her 20th century love. And I did the same, about my wife.

We’d come home, ‘rip our clothes off,’ and otherwise ‘go at it,’ then ‘make love’ after we both had ‘climaxed’ the first time. I never ‘tired’ of ‘looking into her eyes.’ And I wouldn’t ‘be’ with any other Replicant … until she finally ‘expired.’

“Oh,” she smiled too, and answered, “yes, of cour–,” and I ‘interrupted’ her words, with my tongue. She wasn’t THAT ‘attractive’ to me. But as I ‘undid’ those buttons, there was just something about those ‘sweet, aged, stretchy-sagging floppers’ that would ‘never get old.’ I remember ‘mashing’ my palms into her nipples, first ‘through’ her shirt, and then … with it ‘opened.’ I worked her ‘right up’ to an orgasm, and then ‘speared her’ as she came within maybe a dozen pumps. I never tired of how ‘hypersexual’ Replicants were, and would be until literally their last couple of days.

She was really the first Replicant I had ‘chosen’ in almost a month. All the others were just ‘throwing themselves at me,’ and often ‘leaving disappointed.’ No, I really tried to ‘starve off’ even my first set of ejaculations, and really just ‘made love to her.’ Like most ‘extremely aged’ Replicants, she had not bothered to ‘show up’ during the nearly month-long orgy where I took the supermajority of the aging Replicant population of Diego Garcia. And … I kinda liked that. Because she was able to ‘experience me’ just totally ‘engulfing her’ with my ‘pure lust.’

When her third ‘wetness’ just ‘hit,’ felt that ‘slick cavern’ of hers just ‘build me up.’ And for the first time in a long time, I just ‘billowed it’ in English, “You’re gonna make me fucking nut!” It was more for me than her, not that she really knew any English. I remember ‘clasping’ those fucking ‘flowing’ tits of hers that were ‘rolling’ as I had her on her back, and … yeah, I ‘triple slammed’ HARD and never ‘stopped pumping.’ I was just ‘pumping through my nut,’ and other than a little ‘slow down,’ I was going for a second. I remember her ‘wrapping her arms around’ my back, and almost ‘wincing,’ but it wasn’t ‘discomfort,’ she was literally having ‘rolling orgasms,’ and was utterly ‘convulsing.’

I thought it was just ‘the pleasure’ of the event, until the ‘dark reality’ just … ‘set in.’ She was in the middle of a heart attack, and I immediately ‘reached for the communicator.’ She just put her hand over mine, and smiled, “Stay inside me as I pass.” And I did as she stated. I guess it was ‘easier’ to ‘deal with,’ after Al. But at the same time, I didn’t even KNOW this Replicant, not at all. And I was watching her ‘expire’ as I was ‘still inside her.’ My ejaculate was all over the desk and floor, as she was unable to ‘collect’ it. It was both horrible, and wonderful, at the same time … as she was ‘all smiles,’ just trying to ‘give into’ her own ‘passing.’

She had a Replicant ‘partner,’ and I visited her after. I ‘felt awful’ about the situation, but her partner, thought it was ‘the most beautiful way.’ She ‘greeted’ me similarly, with ‘deep cleavage,’ and I had her ‘up against the wall’ in a few minutes. She even joked, “If you want to ‘fuck me to death,’ I’m okay with that.” Replicants didn’t believe they ‘had a soul,’ not they really ‘understood’ what humans had, but … there was something about them ‘feeling’ that there might be a ‘pool’ where they ‘all returned to’ someday. I guess it was ‘more emotional’ for me, than her … as she was far more ‘logical.’ She still had months, if not years, left on her lifespan though.

I remember her ‘laying atop of me,’ after, as I came inside her twice. I couldn’t stop frenching her, of which she seemed to enjoy. I ‘nuzzled’ my cheek up against hers, and she was still ‘shocked’ I went for such ‘aged’ figures and looks. But then again, she was close to the physical aging of my Old Earth wife, which made sense to her. I remember just ‘mashing’ her tits in my hands, even after I had come, total ‘stress relief,’ literally being aged ‘21 again.’ I wanted to ‘put myself back inside’ her, but … she had another suggestion.

Younger Models

Her neighbor joined us in a 3-way. I pumped her neighbor while continuing to french my little ‘grieving widow.’ I had a little ‘thing’ for her neighbor too, so I ended up going back in ‘the widow,’ while fondling and frenching her neighbor too. My libido was still ‘firing off,’ so they were soon ‘switch off’ from frenching me, to sucking my dick. Oh they had such mammoth, sagging racks, and I loved how they ‘bundled’ them in their lace and silky attire.

I remember spending the evening through the next morning, and I must have cum inside them a dozen times total. A few times, I didn’t want to pull back from their mouths, so I just ‘fired off’ into their oral cavities too. It was GILF heaven, white-blonde hair, and the redhead, it was kinda like ‘being back’ with Al and Ed, but only ‘elder’ versions. Al always, ‘artificially de-aged’ herself, until those final days, while Ed was more … ’selective.’8 These two were aging as themselves, and I didn’t find them any ’less erotic’* either. If anything, as Ed KNEW, those tits and that softening skin, just drove me more ‘up the wall.’

They were a nice ‘transition’ from my prior orgy, let alone the Replicant who had ‘expired’ in my arms, while I was still ‘one with her.’ Both were very ‘laid back’ and in ‘no rush to orgasm.’ But they both did several dozen times over those 30+ hours, and it was difficult to leave them be. But they had yet another, ‘newer’ neighbor, they felt I should ‘enjoy.’ And as I headed out to the beach, they definitely weren’t ‘wrong.’

She was about as ‘perfect’ as a juicy, full figured, gorgeous ‘barbie doll’ as I had ever seen. Her sole ‘defect?’ She was a ‘dedicated pleasure’ Replicant who ‘couldn’t keep her hips down.’ In other words, a total ‘postergirl’ for my ultimate ‘Powerglass’ – a ‘packed,’ wider by +10cm (+4”), but slender supermodel – figure, if not ‘Ultraglass’ – more a good 25cm+ (10”+) more than alleged ‘ideal’ on her figure. Yeah, with those ‘cowgirl riding, cum siphoning’ powerful thighs, all I said to her is, “I like to be passive.’ She had me on the ground, and was ‘bouncing atop’ less than a minute later.

All I could think about is asking her to ‘join me’ when I left the island. I wanted her as a ‘companion,’ on a pure ‘lust’ level. After all, she was a ‘dedicated pleasure’ Replicant. And as I ‘shot into her’ as she ‘twerked atop,’ literally on her own, third orgasm, I didn’t even bother ‘squeezing’ her ‘flopping’ tits. I just had my hands ‘at her midsection,’ as those ‘arches’ just ‘curved up’n into’ her bust, and her tits were ‘crashing down’ on the back of my hands. I must have fired off a hundred F-bombs through just that first nut into her.

The sun set as she just ‘kept riding’ me through a good 45 minutes. Finally, she was ‘exhausted,’ but I … was not. I remember ‘spooning her’ in the sand, as the darkness ‘came over,’ and just sucking her face, as I cupped that massive, right bosom from ‘underneath’ her body, and shooting my third nut into her. I was then ‘out’ after ninety minutes of intercourse.

She ‘awoke’ me in the middle of the night with head, and we ‘began again.’ I couldn’t ‘see’ her as the moon was new, but I could ‘feel’ her tits just ‘crashing down.’ Dedicated pleasure Replicants were even more ‘hypersexual’ than a normal Replicant, and at her size and strength, she was the most ideal lay I had ever had in a long, long time … maybe ever among Replicants. I think she would have been ‘hotter’ as a brunette, but she ‘preferred’ blonde, so I didn’t ‘say a word.’

I fucked her all night, after maybe 4 hours rest, and we were still ‘going at it’ as the sun rose on that beach. I took my ‘rests’ ever two to three hours for a good 60 to 90 minutes. But then I was ‘back inside her,’ orally if she needed to ‘work me back up.’ I even ‘de-aged myself’ towards 18, just to get my ‘sexual drive up’ to ‘deal’ with the amount of cum I wanted to ‘shoot inside’ her. I literally ‘lost track.’

It was just us two, until … another Replicant appeared. And not ‘wanting to be rude,’ she let her ‘partake’ as well.

She orgasmed in maybe a minute, and I remember ‘reaching up’ and just ‘cupping’ her heafty rack, as I tried to ‘push through’ to a quick set of ejaculations into her. But she came again barely five minutes later, and … it was so ‘violent,’ she ‘pushed me out.’ And at that point, even though she had ‘cum,’ she ‘took control.’ Pushing me on the floor, it was the last time I ‘saw’ her. She ‘slid down’ on my penis, while another woman ‘mounted’ my face. All I did was ‘reach up’ and start ‘playing with nipples.’

It must have been another five minutes before I finally ‘erupted.’ But it was no longer the same Replicant atop of my cock. The ladies just kept ‘mounting’ and ‘riding’ while another was ‘all over my face.’ I had to ‘tap’ to let them know I ‘needed to breathe,’ and when a ‘tap’ didn’t work, it was ‘lifting them off.’ I was ‘gasping’ on’n off for the next few hours. When I started ‘getting soft,’ those ‘mouths’ just started … ‘sucking.’

I literally ‘lost track of time,’ until the bartender barked, “Okay, enough!” It had been over three hours, and … yeah, my penis was ‘aching.’ I had been erect for virtually the whole time, or quickly ‘re-sucked’ until I was ‘rock hard’ again. I must have ‘gone through’ no less than two dozen on my cock, and another three dozen on my face. I just remember ‘breathing’ and ‘closing my eyes.’ Yeah, it wasn’t exactly … ‘enjoyable.’

One of the ladies ‘stepped forward,’ announcing she was a doctor. I was rather ‘smitten’ with her, and clearly like most ladies there, she had ‘inflated’ her rack. She wasn’t ’old,“ far from it. I couldn’t tell if she had ‘unaged’ herself, or if she just wasn’t much beyond 40’ish looking, if that. Like the other ladies, she was sporting ‘deep cleavage.’ But unlike the others, she made no ‘attempt’ to ‘take me.’ In fact, she wouldn’t let the other ladies near me.

I spent the next hour with her ‘examining’ me. She could see I was utterly ‘out of it.’ The slight intoxication, the utter ‘oxygen deprivation,’ she realize … another three hours of that, and I might have a stroke. And so, after ‘coddling me’ and preventing other Replicants from ‘just taking me,’ she began to ‘organize’ the … well … ‘fornication.’

First we took a bench, and … she sad behind me. I felt her ‘wrap her arms around’ me, her body almost became ‘a glove’ that I ‘laid back into.’ I could feel her huge mammary glands into my back, yet … she seemed so … ‘relaxed.’ And now she had three ladies ‘mount’ me, one down my penis, and two others go down my middle finger to the side. I took turns frenching all three ladies, as one got off atop of my penis, then ‘lifted off,’ while one of the others ‘mounted.’ And a new lady ‘rotated in’ atop of my finger.

Usually the ladies ‘got off’ on my fingers well before they ‘mounted’ my penis. I was sucking on nipples and frenching different ladies. It quickly ‘devolved’ into a ‘slower’ pace of intercourse and penetration with my fingers. Every Replicant was trying to ‘hold out,’ because … they KNEW the second they finally ‘game’ atop of my penis, the doctor wasn’t going to let them ‘keep going.’ Once they came on my penis, it was … ‘over’ for them.

Over the next session, literally almost a hundred bar matrons ended up ‘getting off.’ If they didn’t on the finger, it was the penis. No lady got more than five minutes total fingers and dick, and it was far more of a ‘controlled pace’ with far less ‘suffocation’ without my face ‘getting mounted.’ And with the ‘quick shifting,’ it was awhile before I actually ‘came.’

I remember her asking, “Do you want to ejaculate?” And I just ‘nodded,’ and then I ‘looked back,’ and … she could see I wanted to ‘snog’ her. And so, I did, while ‘exploding’ in the woman atop of me. I couldn’t even ‘remember’ what the Replicant I came inside looked like, but I remembered that Replicant Doctor. It was sixteen hours, over four sessions, three hours of intercourse, followed by a hour of rest. The more sex, the less ejaculations. I only had one ejaculation in that last session, and was just ‘aching’ the whole time. It was a ‘physical exhaustion,’ as nearly another hundred Replicants ‘enjoyed’ my appendages. Most of them came on my penis, although some came earlier on my finger. Even if they didn’t, they were wet as fuck by the time they mounted.

I took this doctor to bed, and I was so ‘exhausted.’ But when I woke up the next morning, I didn’t even ‘ask.’ I ‘went up her dress,’ and my mouth was engulfing hers, as I ‘unloaded’ my ‘morning wood’ deep inside her.

Master of Ceremonies

Every day, there was a new ‘volunteer doctor.’ One of the more ‘interesting’ doctors was this very tall, very voluptuous, barbie in a very loose, red dress. She didn’t even ‘hold me.’ Nope, she – more or less – ‘directed’ the sex. She just stood there, as she ‘ordered in’ more ladies. A babe would ‘sit on my face,’ while others were atop of my fingers, and cock. But she never let the ‘face sitters’ enjoy it for long.

But when I wanted to cum, that first time … she just ‘waited’ for that ‘moment.’ She didn’t even ‘ask.’ She just ‘waltzed over,’ just as one of the other Replicants ‘got off.’ And then … she ‘mounted’ me herself. Frenching me, I brought my hands to those tits, and just … ‘squeezed.’ Felt her ‘bucking,’ and just ‘twerking it straight out,’ and … yeah, she was a ‘doctor’ who just ‘maximized’ it. I never broke contact with her lips, and just moaned as I ‘exploded’ into her.

And after that, she ‘sucked me hard’ again. And it was ‘repeat.’ The next time I wanted to cum, she let someone else. It was just that ‘one time.’ She just stood there, ‘directing,’ and was ‘content’ with just that once.

Another day was another doctor. The doctors usually didn’t ‘bed’ me. It was just that very first one, who hadn’t ‘orgasmed’ herself. Every doc ‘had her turn,’ but it sort of became a … ‘tradition’ for her to wait until my first ‘nut’ that day, and ‘take it.’ And sleeping was usually just ‘caring for’ me. The first week went by, and it was now ‘routine.’ No fucking, licking and sucking without a doctor ‘controlling’ the event.

Hundreds of Replicants became thousands after a few days, mostly ‘thinner’ and ‘not my type,’ and the pussy just became ‘endless’ to the point I became … ‘numb.’ And by the time the third week rolled around, it was almost every single Replicant on the island. Every aging Replicant who ‘wanted a piece’ of me, had ‘had’ me. And that’s what the doctors were really trying to ‘facilitate.’ So there was no longer ‘the pressure’ from so many different ladies. In fact, the overwhelming majority ended up feeling that the experience was ‘no big deal.’ That I was ‘nothing special,’ and it was ‘too impersonal’ as well.

And I wasn’t anything … ‘special.’ The ‘experience’ was more like ‘okay, this was what it used to feel like.’ It was just that they had ‘missed’ the ‘experience.’ And if anything, some of the ladies who were there ended up ‘pairing up’ while atop of my penis or fingers. Several had even started ‘frenching’ while near one another, as they were ‘getting off.’ And that was kinda nice to experience, seeing a couple of Replicants just ‘discover one another.’ When that happened, I tried to ‘hold off’ on ejaculating, or ‘continue stimulating’ as they really ‘went at it.’

But in many cases, basically, ‘time’ was called. The docs didn’t want any women ‘dominating me’ too long. Which brought me to the end of that month. My libido had ‘skyrocketed,’ and my testicles and prostate had gone from ‘almost dormant’ shortly after Al passed, to completely ‘jacked up’ beyond just the ‘regular milkings’ in stasis. I was ‘popping boners’ and literally ‘feeling a rush’ after a few hours without an ejaculation. And my sperm count was unreal, as the male reproductive organs just ‘trained themselves’ based on the frequency of ejaculations.

She had on a little ‘slip’ with her glasses, and she had quite ‘unaged’ herself, maybe late 20s. But the second she ‘leaned back’ against a table at the bar, I knew who she was. “Hello doc,” the same Replicant I had ‘enjoyed’ my first night there. “I take it this is the ‘end’ of my little … ‘island tour?’” She ‘giggled’ and didn’t even say a word. My tongue was down her throat, and I just ‘straddled’ her thighs.

It would be the last time I would ever be in that ‘bar,’ or just ‘getting taken.’ I now had a bit of a ‘detox’ going on, and … yeah, the doc was there to ‘help me through it.’ I remember ‘working her nipples’ and she just ‘got off,’ without any vaginal stimulation, while I was sucking her face. I must have sucked her face a good hour, not even ‘getting my boner out,’ when she ‘pulled out’ one of my ‘tip condoms.’

It had been a long time since I just ‘tit-fucked’ anyone, no head. But just snogging that beauty, utterly ‘nuts’ for her, I pumped those puppies maybe two minutes, before my head ‘flung back’ and I must have billowed out a massive, ‘growing yodel’ through my orgasm. I felt like I was going to ‘blast the condom’ apart, but … I didn’t. And then, still leaving it on, I fucking ‘speared’ the doc, and now she came within seconds of me ‘pounding’ her silly. Yeah, her nipples were raw purple, and she was utterly ‘overstimulated.’ I had a ‘growing headache’ from no longer drinking alcohol, but I was finally ‘returning to normal.’

It was my first ‘hangover,’ although through a combination of fluids and exercises, I detoxed in a matter of days. I don’t know why she ‘made herself young,’ but I guess … I guess it’s just what Replicants ‘did’ when they ‘really liked’ a Worker. They wanted them to ‘remember’ them ‘youngest.’ Although in my case, it was more of them ‘de-aging’ from 50+ even 60+, to 29’ish, while most Workers considered 30 ‘old,’ and wanted Replicants more 18-21, maybe 25 max.

She was caring, sweet and … quite lovely. And yet, she was dying … like all of them. And it was that final night together, I just ‘cried.’ I still hadn’t really ‘come to terms’ with my own ‘immortality,’ not even after nearly 5 years on New Earth.

And from now on, I’d have to ‘verify’ just ‘who’ would be my ‘next lay.’ I waited until the gray haired beauty ‘got off,’ before ‘pulling out.’ But not before a ‘deep french’ before taking my boner to my ‘actual date.’ And damn if I didn’t want to ‘have’ that ‘imposture’ yet again! And that’s how I really started to ‘approach’ things.

I’d still ‘ejaculate’ into my ‘assigned date.’ But before I climaxed, I would ‘put myself inside’ whomever I wanted. No Replicant would dare ‘touch me first,’ as they would ‘incur the wrath’ of the city council. But once I touched them, they could do anything ‘they wanted’ … short of making me ejaculate. Most just went for the ‘face sitting’ or other ‘pleasures,’ but a few ‘chanced’ me ‘sliding inside,’ hoping to ‘get off’ before I had to ‘pull out’ before I climaxed myself.

Of course, I saw my prior ‘assistant’ on a little ‘people mover’ outside a window, just as I ‘pulled out’ of one ‘date.’ I ran out, butt naked, ‘still hard,’ to ‘intercept’ her. She was half-shocked, half-embarrassed to see me, and now I realized … that was “pretty stupid.’ But as the mover ‘stopped,’ I just asked, “I guess this wasn’t a ‘great idea.’”

But then she said, “No … I’m ‘flattered.’” And, yeah, at this point, I completely engulfed her mouth, got on the mover, and ‘spreading her open,’ I ‘balled’ her right into her seat, in ways we didn’t exactly fuck prior. I was ‘passive.’ She was the one that just ‘rode me.’ But now, I literally ‘threw myself into her,’ while frenching her deep, and utterly ‘working those nipples.’ She came, just before I ‘hit that point of no return.’

“I don’t want to pull out,” is all I said, just ‘holding her.’ But she ‘KNEW BETTER!’ And she ‘pushed me away.’ Yeah, that’s just ‘how it had to be.’

Helping Holes

Of course, some of the ladies didn’t ‘get the other memo.’ My ‘teacher’ was back, in my office, now gray hair, with only a jacket ‘covering’ her ‘hangers.’ And she just smiled, “No one said anything about not ‘fluffing’ you ‘back hard.’” She just ‘sucked’ my member until I was ‘stiff.’ Then she ‘let in’ my next … ‘lay.’

It was getting to the point that I was cumming in minutes, usually with, or just after, these ‘arranged dates’ with various Replicants. It was almost ‘too impersonal’ for me. I was ‘getting fluffed’ by my ‘teacher,’ or whomever she brought in to ‘help,’ and then ‘exploding’ inside my ‘dates’ in less than five minutes. It was really ‘too little of connection’ for me, all in the name of ‘spreading the pleasures.’

It was just so ‘disorganized,’ and that’s when I started to have my first … ‘bloopers.’ I totally ‘flooded’ that teacher’s mouth, literally ‘losing’ my boner. My next ‘date’ was so ‘pissed off.’ She ended up ‘sitting on my face,’ but … it just wasn’t the same. And to make matters worse?'

That evening my little ‘grandma’ was chosen to ‘host me,’ thinking I wouldn’t ‘fornicate’ with her yet again. Wrong! Although I had two final ‘dates’ that evening, and went to bed where she could ‘watch me,’ I just couldn’t ‘resist’ taking my man meat and ‘putting it inside her’ from behind, outside her abode. Yeah, cupping those soft saggers from behind, my ‘morning wood’ just ‘throbbed’ until I fucking ‘nutted inside’ her.

Of course her expression was ‘all smiles,’ while uttering that ‘Uh oh.’ Yeah, the ‘sensation’ of those ‘softies’ just made me cum. Fortunately, she ‘got on her knees,’ and the next thing I know, I’m about to plow my ‘date’ like ‘nothing happened.’ Of course, everyone nearby saw EXACTLY what had ‘happened’ just fifteen minutes earlier!

I didn’t like my ‘schedule’ being ‘dictated,’ let alone WHO I got to ‘fornicate’ with. But no one suffered any ‘retribution,’ as I always took ‘full responsibility.’ Of course that ‘wasn’t enough,’ and I was quickly put under ‘house arrest,’ and at a … ‘bar,’ of all places.

But I remembered ‘stopping her’ on this really thicc brunette, and she just looked at my eyes, and the ‘heat’ was clearly ‘giving off.’ I then remembered her reaching down and ‘stroking’ me, before ‘getting on her knees’ and just ‘releasing it.’ I didn’t even ‘fight her’ from doing it, I just ‘gave in.’ I cupped those massive breasts of hers, and ‘unloaded’ in five minutes, just ‘staring’ at the 3D projected image of her.

A few hours later, I ‘met’ the brunette from the 3D projections at the little restaurant that was of the former base many centuries ago. Coincidentally, she was the Maître d’hôtel of the place, like most younger – even if very aged – Replicants, while the even elder Replicants worked less and less. She was yet another ‘Culinary’ Replicant, who had served some ‘Elite’ female Citizens until she was … ’an embarrassment. Sigh … as she just ‘strolled over,’ I was literally ‘in awe,’ and she ‘felt me’ and just ‘how much’ as well.

“I hope I’m ‘satisfactory,’ as a male Worker,” I ‘beat her to it,’ and she ‘giggled,’ while affectionately ‘nodding.’ I then noted her ‘wedding band,’ “Your prior partner? A Citizen I take it?”

She was instantly ‘nervous’ about it, “Yes.” She smiled. “I like that you still wear the ‘band’ of the first Replicant that ‘expired’ with you. And the fact that you were ‘partnered, monogamously,’ with a female of your time for a century, 70% of your lifespan … that’s very … ‘moving’ too.” Yes, I wish I still had my ‘wedding band’ from my wife, but they had removed it when I was put in suspension. Then she disclosed, “My partner was a ‘revived,’ 20th century female … I thought she’d ‘stay with me’ forever. But …”

“‘Expectations’ and ‘pressures’ of THIS world …,“ I didn’t need to ‘say more.’ “I’ve never been one for ‘peer pressure.’ I’ve always ‘been myself.’” And with that, she ‘sat down’ with me. I could tell she understood why 20th century men and women were more … ‘reserved’ and very ‘slow to become intimate.’ But soon I had my left hand into her crotch, my right arm around her body and my right hand ‘working her nipple,’ as we frenched. She came in less than a minute, but … I didn’t exactly ‘stop’ there.

I ‘dropped to my knees,’ and she just ‘let me.’ It was clear she hadn’t been with many male Workers, likely because she was ‘dedicated’ to that ‘Elite’ female Citizen, and likely only had male Workers who that female Citizen ‘fancied.’ I guess she enjoyed the idea of ‘choosing’ me, even though I was the only Worker on the island currently … and that I had ‘picked’ her. Oh how I wished I could ‘show her off’ to everyone else, than just the Replicants of the island.

And so, she started a ‘cycle’ of orgasms, as I was ‘down there’ for no less than ninety minutes. She literally came so many times, and was so ‘oxygen deprived,’ there was a point where her face turned a ‘tad blue,’ and she finally told me she ‘needed a break.’ I remember just ‘holding her,’ that body, those ‘endless curves.’ I was ‘rock hard,’ but she wanted to be somewhere … ‘more secluded’ for my orgasm.

Short-term Monogamy

She had really ‘widened’ her hips for me, once came out with her nightgown. Like most, newer Replicants to Diego Garcia, she had her ‘own place.’ Over time she’d ‘partner’ with another, usually elder, as it was ‘encouraged’ that ‘newer arrivals’ take care of, and look after, the elders through their expiration. She walked out in her black nightgown, ‘leaned me back,’ and just ‘impaled’ herself down my penis, literally ‘pinning me back’ with her massive rack into my neck.

But she didn’t just start ‘bouncing.’ She frenched me, and I could ‘sense those footprints’ of her prior, 20th century, female lover Citizen in her approach to ‘intimacy.’ She gave me a completely ‘slow boil’ as she ‘grinded slowly,’ before finally ‘leaning back’ and ‘bouncing.’ I had one nipple in my mouth, and she came pretty fast. I wasn’t ‘far behind.’ I remember just sighing, “I’m gonna cum,” and sure enough, in under five minutes total, I had ‘erupted inside’ her womb, as she merely ‘put her arms around’ my shoulders, and ‘frenched me through it.’ My hands were all over her huge rack as I came.

Then she smiled and merely informed me, “You’re not sleeping tonight.” She wasn’t kidding. She started grinding, then bouncing again, cumming over and over and over again, until I just ‘yelped’ and found myself ‘busting again’ inside of her. It was a slow, sweet, thirty minutes, and not really a ‘build up,’ but more of an ‘ooze out.’ I remember my lips starting to ‘get numb’ as we frenched almost the whole time, and she ‘maintained control.’ I literally, not figuratively, ‘lost track’ of her orgasms, as they seemed to be close to ‘contiguous.’

She dropped to her knees after that, and the subsequent next two. She literally ‘sucked me back hard,’ and now I began to ‘question’ just ‘how few’ of male Workers had she ‘pleasured.’ As I found out later, she got in a bit of a ‘gang bang’ with her ‘first oral experiences,’ where three of the Workers her lover ‘had over’ just ‘pounded’ her head ‘up against the wall.’ She had literally learned to ‘suck dick’ that way, which was ‘an experience’ that just made me cry for her. She didn’t tell me until later, but it did ‘bother’ me.

She rode me through my third orgasm, before we ended up in a 69. She literally had this ‘NEED’ to orgasm over and over and over again, and she wasn’t kidding about the ‘all night.’ I came a fourth time just over two hours, but for the fifth … she had to ‘orally copulate me.’ I remember 69’ing with her, and just finally ‘busting loose.’ I don’t think I ‘shot’ any ejaculate, maybe just some ’‘seminal fluid’ for the first two ‘spurts.’ She just ‘kept grinding’ on my face ‘through it,’ until she came five minutes after me.

Her ‘asserting herself’ with me was quite ‘unexpected.’ I ‘didn’t have to ask’ her to do so. I guess she just ‘always wanted to,’ and when she read I enjoyed ‘being passive,’ I think she finally had ‘that moment she always wanted.’ As I had to ‘rest,’ so I didn’t ‘damage’ my penis by 3 hours, she just ‘sat on my face.’ She just ‘took me,’ and I found myself almost ‘gasping for air.’ But she ‘knew my limits,’ and never ‘took me beyond.’

Yeah, you could say I was ‘smitten’ with her, and if I had the opportunity, I would have ‘chosen monogamy’ with her long-term. After a hour longer, she had to ‘rest her muscles’ any way, and I finally got my ‘first break.’ It didn’t last long, as after another ninety minutes, she saw my penis start to ‘become rigid’ again, and it was yet another 69. I remember just ‘smelling her juices’ on my face all night, even if she wasn’t ‘atop of me.’ I also enjoyed how she could ‘suck in the goo,’ and keep it from ‘leaking out,’ especially as she was still ‘young enough.’

We were literally intimate over ten hours, and I remember ejaculating probably as many times, quite ‘dry’ at times. She was ‘fellating me’ all I wanted, and more than once, she just smiled as she asked, “Would you like to finish in my mouth?” I usually took her up on that for my ‘final’ nut in each session, having gone five times over those first three hours, then three over the next two with that break in between, and then just twice that final session well into the morning. She fellated me for my final nut each time, usually in a 69, but sometimes she just ‘got on her knees’ and ‘looked up’ as I ‘reached down’ to cup those ‘mega-big’uns.’

I don’t know when I finally ‘passed out.’ But I did. I remember she was ‘gone’ when I awoke, and even though I did not bother to put on any clothes, when I walked in ‘quite naked’ at the ‘food supply depot,’ as they had just received several containers of fresh produce, which rarely happened but maybe twice a year, we just ‘went at it then’n there,’ much to the ‘enjoyment’ of every Replicant who hadn’t seen male on female ‘intercourse’ in many years, if not mostly many decades.

I literally could not ‘get enough’ of her, and she pretty much KNEW THAT!!! She is why she ‘dominated me’ right there, on the floor, ‘mounting my face’ and finally ‘engaging’ in yet another 69. If it wasn’t for her own ‘insistence’ that ‘other Replicants enjoy’ me, I would have stayed with her for months, just her. I also asked if she could just ‘host’ other Replicants who ‘came over,’ because I just wanted to ‘be with her.’

But even she stated ‘the obvious,’ “You won’t ‘give them attention.’ I know if I was ‘visiting’ another Replicant’s residence, and just ‘using’ her ‘lover,’ if he even ‘took me for long, I’d feel ’less enjoyment’ myself.” She wasn’t wrong, as that would totally ‘be the case.’ If there was a ‘downside’ to my time on the island, it was that I was supposed to ‘spread myself around.’

It was like some sick, twisted, ‘too easy but heartbreaking’ type of ‘Don Juan’ scenario, especially for a ‘long monogamous’ Old Earth male like myself.

And thus, as ‘The Doc’ had already left early, as Replicants needed ‘little rest,’ I walked in for my ‘orientation’ on the island. My ‘educator’ was leaning back on some tables in a classic classroom, old chalkboard, not even ‘whiteboard,’ and all. And I was re-re-reminded of why ‘bras’ weren’t really ‘much of a thing’ any more, at least not when Replicants were relaxed and not around female Citizens. And male Workers really ‘didn’t care,’ although most just wanted ‘an orifice,’ and only a subset wanted ‘curves.’ In fact, such lust for ‘female celluite’ had been ‘bred out’ of men over the centuries, but … like in any culture, what one doesn’t have – ‘free flowing mammary sacs’ in the case of us men – tended to ‘be of interest’ that just … grows with time, decades, even centuries, as we’re, for all intents and purposes, ‘immortal.’

Citizens ‘scoffed’ at such … ‘figures.’ They didn’t want to deal with the ‘heat’n mass’ of ‘curves,’ especially ‘tits,’ just like blemishes and other ‘undesired imperfections.’ But Replicants, their blemishes would ‘come out’ with age, their optic nerves and eyes would degrade, no refurbishment possible, and most just skipped on implants because they ‘felt unnatural.’ Besides, one usually had to grow a ‘partial replicant’ to replace anything that had degraded, and the Replicant had only years, even months, to live. And then there was the body, when it became more effort for them to reduce size, unlike expanding, Even more so since Replicants could cool themselves naturally, especially during intercourse, and otherwise still grow muscles and ‘ballast’ in their hips, ass … ugh, New Earth was a ‘dream!’

And she could ‘feel me’ from ‘across the room’ as I entered. “I certainly didn’t expect … THAT!!!“ she spoke almost perfect English. Yeah, educator, historian, so much knowledge ‘grown into’ them by the time they hit the ‘age of majority,’ which was 4x faster than humans, than my own, Old Earth wife after a Doctorate and 5 decades of researching, teaching and so much more. “And why did you not have another Replicant ‘milk’ you this morning?”

“I figured I should arrive early for my ‘orientation,’” I just responded, sincerely.

“It’s really for Replicants,” she responded. And now she ‘let herself’ just look down at my ‘morning wood.’ I was a fucking tent! “Someone needs to ‘milk’ you, and then I’ll take you over to the ‘Records’ where we can see about ‘pairing’ you with some Replicants that aren’t as quite ‘aged’ as much as myself.” I just couldn’t say a word. “Why do you enjoy looking at my hips as much as my breasts?” Oh yeah, that was the ‘curious educator’ in her, always ‘learning.’ Yeah, it wasn’t just ‘the cleavage.’ I wanted those literally ‘pull down’ those ‘thick hips’ and … yeah, that was that. Sure, I’d ‘cup’n fondle’ just before and as I ‘nutted deep inside’ her. But … I’d prefer her brunette, and she wasn’t my ‘type’ of ‘blonde,’ but that aged, ultra-curvy body?! UGH! And then she just ‘bluntly stated,’ “You may ‘use’ me and ‘ejaculate’ in me.”

“I’d rather ‘make love’ to you,” I used English, “especially if you ‘use’ me first.” And now she finally went from that ‘half-smile’ to a ‘full smile.’ Of course, when I ‘got on my knees,’ she barked, “Unlike my saliva, your saliva is a spermicide. Please desist from–,” and those were her ‘last words’ before I got my tongue ‘inside’ her womanly orifice. Replicants still had ‘pressure points,’ like female Citizens. But they were not only ‘more uniform,’ most worked for all Replicants. But if you ‘hit them,’ most would just ‘orgasm’ then’n there. I usually waited until she had her first ‘climax,’ and then I’d go after the ‘less sensitive’ ones, if there were ‘such a thing.’

Aged Replicants, I never ‘got tired of,’ because it had been years, even decades, since I male ‘Worker’ just ‘went inside’ them. And my penis’ shape and girth was almost unlike any other ‘bred’ New Earth Worker (NEW). Which always got different ‘takes,’ including her, “Are all 20th century born penises like this?” Mine wasn’t, but … I didn’t care to ‘elaborate.’ Hopefully I wouldn’t be the ‘last’ 20th or 21st century NEW, especially a formerly aged one like myself that loved ‘age,’ she’d ever experienced before she ‘expired.’ She was literally ‘moaning uncontrollably,’ and Replicants are supposed to be ‘tame by default.’ Which caused her to say, “My apologies.”

Of course, I barked, “I want you to scream my name as you orgasm!” And she ‘giggled.’ Yeah, the male ‘ego’ would always ‘be there,’ at least ‘in the bedroom’ … let alone ‘Hot for Teacher’ in the classroom! After fifteen minutes, she started to ‘forcibly remove’ my head from her crotch. And that’s when I finally brought my pecker to her ‘entrance.’ “I’ve got plenty of sperm that will ‘live,’” is all I told her. Yeah, I had so much of my ‘drool’ just ‘up’n inside’ her, it would probably kill half my ‘swimmers.’ And I was still ‘getting back’ my ‘libido’ so my ‘sperm count’ would ‘go up.’ “Doc says you need to ejaculate at least half-dozen times a day to bring your ‘production back up.’” Yeah, the doc had ‘sent out a notice’ that morning, about me.

“This first one will be fast,” I smiled as I ‘speared’ her, but slowly, “but I think I’ll ‘unload’ in you thrice!” And her eyes ‘went wide,’ just before I frenched her. Oh, I loved how Replicants had that ‘heighted sense’ of ‘sensation’ in their lips, as I kissed her like she hadn’t been … at least by a NEW … in decades, and probably not ‘snogged’ as heavy as much over hour, even after ‘all the sex.’ Her lips would be ‘numb’ like they had never had been after, a little ‘reminder’ of my ‘lust,’ which she hadn’t ‘received’ from a NEW in decades, and was ‘more limited’ with her ‘fellow Replicants.’

No matter how ‘slow’ I ‘pumped,’ just ‘rushed into’ that ‘first blast’ which wasn’t really a ‘triple pump’ finale. But more of a ‘slam,’ followed by a ‘push,’ as I finally moved my hands from both her hips, to just ‘clasping’ both tits, still in that soft, but not quite ‘cotton’ fabric. It was quite ‘cool’ to the touch, despite Diego Garcia being located at the equator. Of course, I quickly felt the cum ‘rolling back,’ and I realized, her age had made her vaginal walls and vulva lips ‘too loose’ to ‘fully collect’ the sperm ‘against gravity,’ so I quickly ‘rolled’ her on her back. Yeah, she smiled, as she realized what was ‘coming next.’

I completely ‘pummelled’ her into the table, and I’m surprised it didn’t ‘just break.’ Yeah, her tits finally ‘flew out’ of her top, not just ‘rolling’ while ‘mounding,’ but just ‘flying all over’ as I ‘took different angles,’ trying to ‘get her off’ yet again. Replicants could do that, even if she was a bit ‘looser’ and ‘not as in control’ of her muscles. I tried not to ‘withdraw’ too much for fear of ‘raking out’ any ejaculate ‘trapped under’ my ‘bulbous helmet,’ but … I’d wear a ‘tip condom’ next time. Not that I was shoot ‘as much sperm’ yet. I had let my ‘libido drop’ on that trip, after ‘losing’ Al.

I came again, within fifteen minutes, and I just ‘rested inside’ her. I had one hand playing with her massive, ‘mounding’ tits, and the other ‘running’ my hands ‘through her hair.’ I think she was in a bit of … ‘shock’ that I didn’t want to leave her ‘4-eyed presence.’ She was used to be being the ‘greatest turn off’ to NEWs, and not used to a Worker with such ‘desire’ her ‘enhanced empathy’ could just ‘sense.’ And she definitely didn’t expect me to ‘stare deep’ her almost ‘ocean blue’ eyes so much, and figured she’d ‘have to’ just ‘get on her knees.’

But seeing the white just ‘spackled all over’ her and my crotch, and ‘down her asscrack,’ she got up and went for ‘post cum head.’ Besides, her mouth would ‘contain’ more of my sperm than her ‘loose cavern’n lips’ did. “I’m going to ‘take my time,’ like you did,” is all she said. I didn’t even ‘hold back,’ I ‘reached down’ and literally ‘clasped’n curled up’ a huge tit in each hand. I was glad I was basically ‘20 again,’ and ‘fit as ever,’ or my more ‘muscle loss’ through my 70s would have kept me from ‘cupping’ them long. Heck, I’d probably ‘struggle’ in my 50s, maybe even 40s, more than five minute.

Replicants KNEW EXACTLY ‘where’ to ‘suck’n lick.’ But she also ‘read me’ and ‘edged me’ so many times. Finally, after over thirty minutes of it, I ‘let go’ of one breast, and now ‘combed’ her hair with my fingers and hand and … yeah, ‘forced her down.’ I’d never do this to a woman, let alone I felt the ‘back of the throat’ was ‘too compressing.’ But Be and Ed had finally helped me ‘open up’ my ‘lust,’ and so … I ‘fucked’ her mouth, literally using her tongue ‘as a sweet, wet slide,’ and completely just ‘shot down her throat.’ And she … ‘struggled’ NONE, which is the ONLY reason I ‘gave into’ just ‘doing it.’ I just ‘squeezed’ as she ‘took it,’ and utterly ‘lost it’ with my one hand just ‘clasping’ her huge, massive tit. It was the first time I had been ‘totally selfish’ in a long, long time, and finally just ‘gave into’ my ‘dominance’ over a lady.

When she came up, much to my disbelief, she was … ‘all smiles.’ And with that, she informed me, “Records should have a list of Replicants who have already ‘opted in’ for ‘companionship’ while you’re here.” I felt like I was ‘dreaming.’

Recorders and Reorders

Walking into Records, she was the most ‘aged’ Replicant I had ever seen. She was seemingly 70s in Old Earth years, maybe even pushing 80. But she wasn’t … ‘heavy,’ just massively busted. She sat down at her personal workstation, and talked to her computer. There were still keyboards on computers, even a millennial later, as ‘voice’ still couldn’t produce ‘punctuation’ well, and for ‘quick editing.’ Although the modern languages, although most of the population was western, and not eastern, despite being in the Indian Ocean, had dropped most ‘punctuation’ as ‘voice’ really ‘drove’ any ‘written’ word now. But she was generally disinterested in speaking with me, and after merely noting I was ‘there,’ and quickly ‘turned her back’ to me.

“Is there something I did to offend you?” I merely asked.

That’s when her ‘grandmotherly sweet’ just ‘turned on,’ “Oh no,” she smiled. “I’m just a bit … ‘envious’ that a young Worker like yourself is here. It’s been nearly three decades since I’ve ‘enjoyed the company’ of one of you. But I’m just focusing on ensuring we have some ‘younger models’ you’ll enjoy.” I wasn’t really one to ‘be forward,’ let alone ‘assume’ a lady wants to ‘be intimate.’ But … I had never really ‘taken’ a woman ‘of her age,’ and I figured if there was a ‘moment’ to just ‘jump into it,’ it was now. I wasn’t really THAT ‘attracted’ to her, but those big, soft, ‘flowing titties’ were clearly ‘contained’ in her bra underneath, and … she had such a ‘sweet’ voice. And with that, I just brought my hands to her shoulders from behind, and she ‘sighed,’ just as the ‘educator’ had, “I wasn’t expecting … THAT!“*

“It’s been nearly half your lifespan since you ‘enjoyed the company’ of a Worker?” I merely asked, as I started to ‘massage’ her shoulders and tried to ‘find the spots’ that would cause her to, literally, ‘percolate.’ Finally, she ‘looked back’ and there was that ‘look of wonder.’ This was just so ‘unnatural’ for me, to act like I was ‘God’s gift to women,’ or at least ‘very aged Replicants,’ in this matter, but as she ‘looked up,’ brought my left hand down, in between her ‘jutting rack’ that was clearly ‘held back,’ and down to her crotch, but not into her vulva lips. Any concept of ‘panties’ were ‘gone’ now, as most Replicants could ‘hold back’ their ‘juices,’ and they didn’t just ‘flow down’ the insides of their thighs. Although in her case she was ‘aged enough’ that I could tell she ‘had issues,’ as I ‘felt wetness’ as I reached the very insides, just short of her clearly whitened pubic hairs.

It was a beautiful thing to catch a Replicant as she ‘naturally prelubricated’ her … ‘cavern.’ But in her eyes, I saw this ‘great hesitation.’ And then she even stated, “I can tell she already ‘milked’ you … and at least twice.”

“Who said anything about me being … ‘milked?’” I just smiled. And with that, I brought my lips closer, and her hands ‘grabbed’ my face. She ‘initiated’ it, and it was unreal to see that ‘lust’ just ‘unleash itself’ in her eyes. And with that, my fingers ‘found her slit.’ Clearly, she had ‘a partner,’ as she was still a great kisser. But I didn’t expect her to ‘orgasm’ from just merely ‘initial stimulation,’ and yet … she totally did! She didn’t last two minutes, and I felt her ‘gush,’ along with pull from my lips, and literally just ‘moan’ as she just wanted to ‘hold me.’ It was just so … ‘natural,’ and it was then I wished I could ‘get erect.’ But that teacher had totally ‘drained me.’ It would be at least a hour before I could find any semblance of ‘an erection.’ But that didn’t ‘stop me’ from taking that little ‘granny’ and putting her over my shoulders and continuing to ‘pleasure her’ up against that wall.

Oh how I loved being ‘young’n strong’ once more, and hearing her just ‘moan’ to the point half the office just ‘rushed in’ to see why she was ‘in pain,’ only … she wasn’t, far from it! Yeah, they all wanted to just … ‘watch.’ And as the first five minutes turned into fifty, and I finally felt my muscles start to ‘cramp up’ for the first time, she was just completely … ‘exhausted.’ “Okay, if I keep this ‘rate of pleasure,’ I will ‘expire early.’ And I would like to ‘have you fully’ at least once before then.” And with that, I brought her down, and she just ‘draped’ her arms around me. She was ‘trembling uncontrollably,’ and so I walked her to the nearest couch, and laid her down. But I got behind her, and just ‘held her’ as she clearly needed rest.

I was awoken by another Replicant, probably the ‘least aged’ of all I met so far. I would quickly discover the ‘new arrivals’ usually took the lead or ‘management’ roles, while the ‘veterans’ of the island slowly had ‘reduced responsibilities’ so they could enjoy their ‘retirement.’ And so, as she stood before me, clearly a massive ‘top heavy apple,’ I realized why she was here. She could probably still ‘de-age’ herself fairly well, but her optics had clearly ‘degraded early’ during her lifespan. Such was always ‘undesired’ by female Citizens they served, which meant … she was ‘forced out’ rather quickly, despite still having decades left on her lifespan. Which made me curious, “Please don’t tell me you’re the ‘same model’ as …,” and I ‘looked down’ at the elderly Replicant still ‘resting’ from her ‘sexual ordeal’ with myself.

She nodded affirmative, and I ‘sighed.’ Yeah, she was yet another Replicant ‘re-ordered’ by a likely powerful female Citizen, which wasn’t supposed to be allowed at all. But it wasn’t ‘unheard of’ for the female ‘Elites’ of New Earth to ‘re-order’ a ‘new’n young model,’ literally, of one they had enjoyed over the decades, which is what happened here. Women could ‘be pigs’ as much as men, and it was almost like the ’50s and ’60s all over again, the men – now female Citizens – ‘in power’ just taking their ‘lesser beings,’ Replicants now instead of women, and ‘using’n discarding’ them as they aged. So much of ‘human nature’ had been … unchanged, only humans … now ‘immortal’ … saw any age as … ‘undesired.’

“Being I am the newest arrival in the office …,” she merely ‘stated the facts,’ “they are all expecting me to fornicate with you, as I will ‘collect’ your ‘ejaculate’ best.” I was a bit … ‘taken back’ at her … ‘bluntness.’ “My apologies,” she could ‘sense’ my full reaction, “I am an ‘administrative model.’ I am not good at … ‘social interations.’” I looked down again at her ‘mother,’ as I now called her, and realized … she wasn’t a ‘re-order’ for any ‘sexual’ reasons. This model must have been a heck of an administrative Replicant. Indeed, as I’d look them up later, they were designed only more recently, but due to a high defect and low ‘useful lifespan.’ I hated that ‘phrasing.’ She was all beautiful creature to me, and made me only appreciate her ‘mother’ even more, that I had ‘taken the time to pleasure’ her.

But yeah, I had a ‘boner’ in my pants, having slept the entire afternoon with her mother in my arms. “Would you like to ‘impale’ yourself on my ‘erection?’” I almost stated it, than ‘asked,’ and rather … ‘technically.’ She grinned ‘affirmative’ and seemed very interested. And as I sat up, and slide out from behind her mother, she pulled out the rolling chair from her desk, and I got up and walked over to it, shedding my robe. “Please take me slowly,” I ‘swallowed hard,’ “I’m a very ‘passionate’ creature, and … you may be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” Yeah, I was utterly ‘smitten’ with her, and not just her rack. I could see she felt ‘uncomfortable,’ yet … she ‘wanted it.’ And as she ‘came down,’ I took her face into my hands, and brought her to my lips.

‘Reaching around’ her back, I told her, “Not yet,” as she tried to ‘rise’ for her first … ‘bounce.’ I want to french her endlessly, and I tried. But clearly her own ‘sensitivities’ just ‘overtook her,’ and she found herself ‘bouncing’ sooner and faster than I would have liked. Yeah, she needed it! She had gone from regular ‘intercourse’ with a few, male Worker lovers … to none, almost ‘overnight.’ While most of the others there were ‘used to it,’ she had clearly been ‘missing it’ for the year-plus she had been there. She had let her ‘natural age out,’ and her body had ‘bloated’ with the ‘lack of care’ too. It was common to her ‘model’ to just have curves ‘ooze out’ when they did not ‘maintain themselves,’ as they weren’t naturally ‘heavy,’ just ‘top heavy.’ She now looked twice her age than just a year ago, when she was handling that ‘maintenance,’ and it was clear it was the first time she had intercourse with her breasts ‘ballooned’ almost an order of magnitude their prior, reduced, size.

I ‘opened up’ her top, and just as I my lips hit her nipple, she climaxed. And she climaxed very … ‘wildly.’ She literally almost ‘hurt me’ as her buttock just ‘crashed violently’ into my pelvis, and she was ‘twerking’ like I had never felt before. Clearly she was NOT even ‘close’ to any type of ‘social model.’ She was pure ‘administrative,’ and lacked many of the ‘experiences’ to be a ‘caring lover.’ And, frankly, I rather enjoyed that too! It was nice to just have a lady ‘abuse me,’ sexually, for once, and not ‘care’ about me. Of course, she would, but … clearly she had ‘heat’ that was just ‘running through her’ that she needed to ‘release.’ And I just let her ‘bounce’ all she wanted, until I came inside her. At that point, I had to ‘stop her,’ but … I let her ‘use my face’ after that.

And now I better understood her mother too. Because when she was up in a few hours, I was using my mouth and penis on their vulva and vaginal walls as much as possible. The two literally ‘suffocated’ me, and I loved it. They weren’t ‘pleasure’ or other ‘social’ models. They were all technical. Which made for an ‘easy arrangement’ when her mother even stated, “He loves looking at you most.” Yeah, the next two days, I literally bent her mother over any desk, table or chair, and ‘pounded’ her, while ‘feeling up’ and frenching her daughter, and then ‘eating her out’ when she wanted to orgasm. Her mother, of course, had trouble keeping in my ejaculate, which got all over the floor, but … I still ‘shot enough’ to ‘collect.’ They even ‘embraced’ the ‘mother-daughter’ monikers, and I loved joining them at the residence the next two evenings as well.

Diego Garcia had been ‘strategic’ for the British Merchant Republic, then the US. This was back when energy consumption was high, and even ‘in-flight refueling’ often required ‘support bases.’ It had been completely, and ‘disputed,’ ‘military archipelago.’ But while New Earth aircraft still had to ‘travel subsonic,’ for various ‘environmental reasons,’ energy was now ‘cheap.’ Aircraft could ‘circumnavigate’ the globe ‘thousands of times’ before refueling, and emergency ‘water landings’ were ‘safe.’ Besides, if people really had to ‘travel faster,’ they could always go on a ‘suborbital’ flight and ‘be anywhere’ in a hour.

So there was little ‘use’ for ‘remote’ Diego Garcia. So it wasn’t ‘shocking’ that a few, aged Replicants ’went there to die.” At any time there were only a thousand or so, mostly ‘decrepit’ and in their ‘final months.’ But they were ‘assisted’ by the hundreds who would ‘end up’ the same in a few years. Most Replicants wanted to ‘live in homes’ that were ‘well supported’ on the continents. So Diego, so remote, so ‘unsupported’ … no flights, anything had to be ‘chartered,’ was my idea of ‘getting away from it all.’ And … something told me I’d find at least a ‘few’ aged Replicants to ‘enjoy affairs’ with.

As I ‘closed in’ on the island, it was late. The sun had already ‘set,’ and I ‘contacted’ the island on the frequency Representative Guild had provided me. Although they were ‘informed’ of my trip weeks prior, with no ‘fixed arrival date,’ there was just some general ‘disbelief’ that anyone would be ‘traveling by yacht.’ But as Al laid ‘suspended’ in the cargo hold, quite ‘expired,’ I didn’t even ‘hide the fact’ that ‘burying her’ would give me a bit of ‘closure’ … as I never had the chance to bury my wife.

Of course, there was some ‘administration’ to ‘deal with’ when arriving. And thus, I met one of the ‘local cocktors.’ She was tiny … except for a serious ’bout of ‘gigantomastia.’ Of course, the blonde just ‘smiled,’ and stated, “Sorry, I don’t ‘bother’ to ‘reduce them.’ They take a bit of ‘effort’ to do so, over many days, and … our ‘design’ gives us ‘self-cooling’ as well as ‘the counter muscles’ so ‘carrying them around’ is rather … ‘effortless.’” She was rather ‘giddy’ that a ‘Worker’ had ‘arrived.’ She purposely ‘opened up’ the ‘minimal medical facilities’ after midnight, just for me. “Replicants have their ‘hypertrophy’ basically ‘directed’ towards their mammary glands and pelvis, although in my case, I got a ‘double dose’ of it ‘up here,’ but ‘no growth’ at my hips.”

“I guess that truly makes Replicants different than Citizens,” I just tried not to ‘stare.’ Citizens were human, so all of the ‘control’ and ‘immortality’ between Citizens and Workers were little different, just the X v. Y aspect. But Replicants, they were ‘Simulations’ of a human, some with the same ‘amino acid flaws’ as humans, but without the ‘de-aging’ aspect. It’s funny, but every time humans managed to ‘control’ our ‘own existence,’ our ‘artificial implements’ in our ‘own image’ never seemed to ‘get the same benefits,’ and now ‘aging’ and ‘defects’ now belonged only to ‘manufactured’ Replicants … hence why there were almost an order of magnitude more than them, than ‘immortal’ humans. But ‘lifting my eyes up,’ the fact that she was ‘4-eyed,’ having major ‘retinal breakdown’ years ago, which was ‘irreversible,’ kinda helped me ‘keep’ those ‘eyes up.’ Especailly since she was really ‘too thin’ for those ‘boulders.’

“Your ‘collected sperm’ was ‘insufficient’ over the past week,” she ‘stated plainly.’ “Normally that’s not a ‘big deal,’ but … you’re DNA is A+++. But I’m going to ‘report it’ as ‘insufficient collection.’ I’m going to record it as a ‘partial-failure’ in your ‘on-board equipment.’ No one really ‘questions’ us out here. Other than ensuring ‘you’ve arrived,’ and that we ‘collect it,’ now that you’re here, they won’t care ‘why.’ Which brings me to my question …,” she was ‘curious,’ “why did you ‘chance it?’” And when I ‘looked at her strange,’ she didn’t ‘understand.’ “Alone, no ‘support,’ no one with you to ‘save’ should you have a ‘major failure’ or other ‘issue,’ especially your equipment. I’ve ‘never seen’ a Worker, much less a Citizen, just … ‘do that,’ just ‘chance that,’ being … ‘immortal.’ Everyone would ‘fly here’ instead, let alone no ‘immortal human’ would even ‘come here.’ We are the ‘total representation’ of ‘old Earth’ and ‘aging.’”

But that was the thing about ‘cocktors.’ They weren’t just ‘medical,’ but ‘psychological’ and other ‘experts.’ And she had ‘worked a lifetime’ under several ‘greats,’ until she was ‘recently discarded.’ Why she came here, I didn’t ‘know,’ yet. They would all ‘have their stories.’ So she … ‘analyzed’ me, “You’re not ‘suicidal.’ I’ve seen your ‘chemistry.’ You’re ‘excessively happy.’ Yet … are you ‘morning’ for your wife? Your ‘old need’ to ‘bury, ceremonially,’ or … are you also ‘morning’ an ‘expired’ Replicant too? And your wife is just ‘part’ of the reason?”

“Her name was ‘Al,’” I merely stated. “And yes, I’m ‘morning’ her too, even if it’s ‘related’ to my …,” and suddenly, I didn’t ‘feel’ like ‘explaining’ any more. “I’m tired. Please take me to your ‘residence’ for tonight.” And when she started to ‘rebuke’ me, that she needed to ‘collect,’ I ‘interrupted,’ “You can ‘collected’ it there.”

“Several Replicants are ‘de-aging’ themselves ‘as we speak,’” she almost seemed ‘incredulous’ at my ‘request,’ “for you. I have the two who are ‘removing’ the ‘expired’ Replicants bod–“

“Al’s body,” I ‘crossed.’

“Al’s body,” she was now ‘annoyed’ with me, “from Representative Guild’s yacht, and they will be over to ‘help you release.’ What do I say to them?”

“Tell everyone here not to ‘de-age’ themselves for me,” I responded. “And … if you will ‘allow’ me to ‘accompany’ you to your residence, and allow me to ‘copulate’ with you, I will give you all the ‘ejaculate’ you are ‘required’ to ‘obtain.’”

“Your ‘production’ is ‘down,’” she stated, ‘techincally.’ “But not at least ‘masturbating,’ your testicles are producing sperm at less than half the rate they were just a couple of weeks ago according to my scan against your records on the yacht.”

“They you can ‘increase my production,’” I was just ‘tired,’ “to counter you, ‘medically.’ And yes, I don’t need to have your ‘enhanced Replicant sensory’n empathy’ to see … you’re ‘dumbfounded’ by me. But as you can also ‘tell,’ I want to ‘bed you,’ and you’re really ‘confused’ by that. Let’s just say it’s not just because ‘I’m tried,’ but the fact that … other than maybe your ‘hips need to come out,’ I’m extremely ‘sexually enticed’ by you, and it’s not just ‘that rack.’” And finally, she ‘smiled,’ even ‘giggled.’ “Everything else can be ‘answered’ in the morning, but I’m going to have an extremely ‘emotional unload’ into you, and then I’m going to want to ‘stay inside’ an–”

“Yes,” she ‘interrupted’ me, “both Be and Ed ‘reported’ you desire a ‘heavy amount’ of ‘oral-on-oral stimulation,’ and the ‘eye contact.’ You’re going to be ‘a lot of work,’ for me.” And as I cocked my head, she … actually ‘cracked a joke.’ “The ‘journals’ I’m going to ‘publish’ on you while you’re here.’

And I was rather … ‘delighted’ to ‘see that.’ “You have five fingers, plus an opposing thumb …,” I responded. “Was that just an ‘undesired trait’ like your ‘humor?’” I ‘grinned.’

“I was a ‘failed experiment,’” she added, “to see if – what you’d call ‘bedside manner’ – could ‘improve’ our relations with Citizens, especially those in ‘accidents.’ The five fingers was to see how much it ‘improved’ our ‘precision’ in surgery, but … both ‘backfired,’ psychologically, as Citizens just wouldn’t ‘accept it,’ it made us ‘too familiar’ to ‘their liking.’* And Workers ‘didn’t care for it’ either, especially when ‘using us.’ But in my ‘deterioration,’ I can no longer ‘ungrow’ it. But for some reason … you’re into my … ‘uniqueness’ as much as ‘age?’”

“I’d like more of your ‘wit,’” I ‘grinned.’ “Especially when I finally ‘use’ you. My wife made me ‘laugh’ in bed.”

“As I said,” now she was ‘grinning huge,’ “I’m gonna ‘be busy’ with those ‘journals’ on you.”

We arrived at her home, which was just a ‘short walk’ about 15 minutes down the former runway of the island. On the way she just ‘filled me in’ on ‘the history’ of the island, kinda like a ‘sweet guide’ would, which only caused me to ‘feel more comfortable’ with her, before … well … ultimately ‘using’ her. It hadn’t changed much since the 22nd century, largely untouched by World War III, when ‘range’ was ‘solved’ by fusion and modern vehicles. At one point it became a ‘heritage site,’ but … few, then no, tourists ‘ever visited.’ So everything they had, was what was ‘already on the island.’ There wasn’t much ‘justification’ for ‘shipping’ anything from the mainland, and ‘automated container ships’ came only once a year, largely ‘on their way’ to/from Australia and the Middle East.

“Sorry I don’t ‘have much else,’” she ‘stepped out’ in a ‘silky, 2-piece pajama set,’ her lower body just a bit ‘widened’ during the short stroll. “I was ‘toying’ with the ‘nightwear’ of your time, and didn’t think you’d want to see me ‘uncovered’ much … not that I’d think I’d ‘have a chance’ to ‘copulate’ with you.” She then ‘looked’ at her … ‘bed.’ “Old benches and units from the office. As you can tell, we don’t have much in ‘raw materials’ here, and we ‘reuse’ everything, instead of ‘breaking down’ and ‘re-replicating.’ Most of that is ‘utilized’ for just our ‘regular consumables.’” And then she realized, “You’re ‘staring’ at me.” Yeah … I ‘lifted her up,’ and … I ‘threw her down,’ and utterly ‘planted my face’ into her crotch.”* That was the ‘last thing’ she … ‘expected.’ “I need to ‘extract’ your sperm, I need to–”

“Later!” I just ‘rose up briefly’ from her vulva lips, and then ‘went back at it.’

She didn’t ‘last’ 90 seconds, for her first orgasm. And as she ‘pushed against me’ to try to ‘keep me’ from just ‘working out’ a ‘second’ from her, she just finally ‘gave up.’ It was probably the first time a Worker had ‘pleasured’ her in years, maybe decades. And clearly, she had been at Diego Garcia for awhile, with her ‘attributes’ that Workers ‘didn’t want to see,’ and Citizens were ‘offended by.’ She wanted to ‘get far away’ from both … which is why she had ‘given me’ that … ‘attitude,’ at first, until she realized … I was ‘smitten’ with her, and she could ‘feel it.’ So she just ‘ran her fingers through’ my hair, all 5 of them, and she ‘caressed’ my ear with that ‘opposing thumb’ of the same hand. I ‘reached up’ and ‘worked’ one nipple, finally ‘pinching’n pulling’ until she ‘came again’ ten minutes later. She then ‘joked again,’ “You’re the best Worker I’ve had in a long … long time. Well, the ‘only one’ in a long, long time.” And she laughed.

‘Looking up’ at her, I was ‘all smiles.’ “Be careful. I ‘fall’ for ‘aged Replicants’ quite easy, and I’ve always ‘had a thing’ for … ‘comedians.’” But then I was ‘serious,’ “Thank you for ‘distracting’ me from thoughts of Al.”

But then she ‘got serious,’ “I’m not just ‘doing this’ for her, but myself as well.” And finally she added, “I’m not your wife, but … I think she would want you ‘happy.’ I hope I can ‘help’ with that.” And with that, I just … ‘got up,’ standing on the floor, ‘brought her legs up,’ and … ‘entered’ her quite … ‘slowly.’ At first, she started to ‘balk,’ “We still need that sperm.’” But as she saw me ‘shake,’ she realized, “Oh, you’re not going to ‘go fast,’” and saw my ‘emotions.’ “I guess you won’t be ‘kissing me’ for the same reason.” And I just ‘smiled’ and ‘looked her in the eyes,’ while ‘intertwining’ my fingers of my left hand, into the five on her right.

I ‘lasted’ for ten minutes. And, sure enough, she had yet a ‘third,’ as I ‘worked over’ her left nipple again. Of course, once I ‘clasped it,’ and then ‘grabbed’ her other, huge, ‘mountain’ of a bosom, she ‘cracked’ yet another joke, “They don’t ‘grow’em’ like this on ‘old Earth,’ do they?” I started having almost ‘involuntary thrusts,’ finally resulting in a ‘double slam,’ followed by a ‘cry,’ and then … yeah, I just ‘balled,’ literal ‘tears running,’ as I ‘unloaded’ inside of her … quickly becoming ‘motionless.’ She ‘parted her legs,’ as I ‘fell down into’ her arms, and … she realized, she was dealing with ‘no ordinary Worker.’ “I’ve never had a Worker ‘pump’ me that slow before,” ending with, “I’ve never had a ‘human’ just ‘accept me.’” I wanted to ‘cum again.’ But … I was just so ‘emotionally wrecked.’

“Her husband told her she was leaving her,” I stated it. “Nothing she did, other than work … a lot. Her kids were just becoming teenagers, able to ‘take care of themselves.’ As I said, she was a ’very, very professional employee and subordinate, later manager, and ultimatel VP. I still mean that.”

“Yet …,” she had to be … well … a ‘feminist,’ “you ‘enabled’ her to ‘sleep’ her way ‘up?’”

From [011K] Boomer Confessions: First Ladies - Weaknesses (Part K) …

“… A-list blackmailing me for a promotion, as well as oral sex on her twice a day …” … [the journalist’s] mouth just … ‘dropped.’ “… I walked into my office after hours to see A-list … there, laid back, ‘open blouse’ and her tits ‘mounding in her bra’ … she just ‘threw down’ one of those ‘test pads,’ and remarked, ‘I didn’t use it on these lips up here’ … She expected a raise, a promotion, and … given how much she saw I ‘pleasured’ the COO in Hoover, the COO’s administrative assistant in Deb, and … most of all, [my] G[oddess] … she wanted ‘a piece of that’ too … I didn’t have any ‘real power’ … I … unilaterally … ‘transitioned’ her to an ‘active role’ in new business, with no *affect in pay, but … the rules on ‘commissions’ applied to her, like anyone else. I gave her the ‘opportunity’ to ‘earn more.’ (me quoting A-list): Since my husband’s secretary ‘blows’ him at work, in addition to myself, after he comes home and I’ve ‘slaved’ over ‘raising’ our kids … I’d like ‘a piece’ of what Deb and the COO get at work, from you … let alone [your Goddess] that ‘slut’ of a ‘woman’ you have … or, I tell that ‘slut’s’ soon-to-be-ex that it was your sperm that was all ‘shot up inside’ her that ‘first time’ … Yes, I like how you ‘treat’ me as a ‘professional,’ and dare I say … ‘peer.’ But I think I’ve not only ‘proven myself’ as more than capable than just this job, and I think it’s time you ‘promote me’ to a position that I’m ‘worthy’ of … with the corresponding ‘increase’ in pay. Otherwise … I’m not ‘blackmailing’ you. I’m just asking for what I’m ‘entitled’ to. Or do you really think all these other ladies have ‘earned’ where they are … ‘at?’ Especially Deb?! I do far, far better work than her! Far better! You can make it happen! After all, you’re fucking the COO! Hell … you two ’argue’ enough you should be married! Everyone ‘sees it.’ I’m surprised you even ‘entertain’ [your Goddess] that ‘floosy slut’ Oh, she has Herpes [now] too … BTW. The CEO wanted me to let you know.

“Nope,” I was ‘stern,’ but she just wasn’t ‘going to believe me’ there. “She had already ‘earned’ a ‘lead’ sales role. She did a lot. But I could not get the COO and CEO – Hoover and my Queen – to ‘forgive her’ for that ‘blackmailing.’ So … I convinced them to setup an ‘incentive plan,’ alongside a daycare. Back then, daycare was cheap, nothing like today. No phones, not even personal computers, that kids used. It was the one thing my every woman supported.”

“Your company was a trailblazer in those benefits,” her lover now ‘interjected,’ “maternity leave too … not that they had many ‘younger’ ladies.”

“You still ‘slept’ with her,” the journalist ‘got back on track.’ “You … had a ‘crush’ on her and ‘fell in love’ with her, right?”

“It was pretty bad, yeah,” I admitted. “She was my ‘Delta Burke,’ my–”

“Who?!” she questioned. And now I realized, that was pretty much a full generation ‘too late’ of a reference. Her lover just ‘chuckled.’ Apparently she … knew who Delta Burke was.

“Basically Ms. Burke always felt she was ‘fat’ and ’overrated,” I “sighed.’ “I had this ‘professional crush’ on A-list that eventually turned … ‘personal.’ Not the ‘mainstream’ hottest. Not the most glamorous, but … she was so … ‘sophisticated,’ she was just ‘intoxicating’ to me, once we became ‘intimate.’ Not sure we might have ‘worked out’ if we were ‘high school sweethearts,’ and I might have ‘overlooked her,’ but she just seemed like that lady I would have ‘met in college,’ her a little ‘fuller’ and much ‘wider’ than her teenage years. And I would have married her and been very happy. I’d like to think I would have been very monogamous too. She had this ‘aura’ about her, one I found rather … well … ‘comforting.’”

“She did admit she wished she would have met you in your early 20s and become the ‘mother of your children’ as well,” the interviewer agreed. It was weird, we were now ‘on the same wavelength.’ “A-list told me how Q quickly ‘found out’ about your ‘pleasuring her,’ and she put Hoover ‘on it.’ You two came up with the ‘work arrangement’ you mentioned prior. She did admit that was the ‘best thing’ Hoover and you ever did for her, the only reason she doesn’t completely ‘regret’ having ‘blackmailed’ you.”

“Q was ‘worried’ about so many things,” I ‘nodded.’ “The biggest one was the fact that A-list’s kids were still underage, and she had several years before they’d be in college. Luckily Hoover and I ‘69’ing’ quickly caused A-list to ‘cool’ on me, while G’s divorce agreement finally ‘kickstarted’ to a required conclusion. But once that was done … and despite G and I ‘trying’ to ‘make it happen,’ G just kept ‘falling back into bad habits,’ and …”

“A-list felt ‘left out’ again,” her lover realized. Then she turned to the journalist, “I’ve read all your notes.” Yeah, A-list and my feminist journalist had ‘talked for days.’ “Originally ‘had her husband’ to ‘go home to.’ And you still ‘ate her out.’ You just didn’t ‘look at her’ … like she ‘wanted.’ But when her husband finally–”

“She had her ‘hair up’ in a ‘bee hive,’” I just … ‘admitted it all.’ “I looked at her, as she asked me, ‘What should I do?’ And I looked at the cover, and the first few pages, and … yeah … he was out to ‘fuck her over,’ in the divorce. Left her with the kids and everything, and was trying to ‘weasel out.’ ‘I was willing to ’put up’ with it all, as long as he ‘came home to me,’ but now …? What did THAT ‘get me’ in the end?’ She had talked to Hoover, and … it’s funny, A-list wasn’t ‘Hoover’s type.’ But I talked to Hoover later, and … yeah … even Hoover said, ‘I don’t know why, but … I always ’saw you’ with a woman like A-list … maybe a little younger than her. A-list wanted to ‘rebound,’ and Hoover realized I was ‘not ready to get serious’ either. And … I don’t care if you think it’s ‘arrogant’ … I was the ‘perfect man’ for that.”

“Of course you were,” the journalist was ‘sarcastic’ once more.

“Sometimes the ‘best way’ to ‘counter-fuck’ a younger secretary,” I ‘smirked,’ “is to date an even younger guy!” And now the feminist’s lover ‘giggled.’ “Of course I fucked her on my couch, totally ‘balls deep power missionary,’ after I ‘ate her out,’ of course when she ‘first told me’ and we ‘talked it out.’ She had on a pink jacket, low-cut V-cleavage blouse, tits ‘mounding,’ and she just ‘strutted around’ in the office after I ‘filled her’ like a hot MILF … which she total was! And that Friday night we dropped off the kids, totally ‘interrupted’ her husband’s ‘evening plans’ with his little ‘mid 20s boney looker.’ He literally ‘chewed me out’ for ‘ruining his wife’ and ‘her place’ with our ‘big dreams’ for her career, all while his little ‘new princess’ was ‘dumbfounded,’ ‘He’s so young? That was really her boss?’ The great thing is … her eldest daughter was ‘all for it,’ and kinda ‘stepping into’ that ‘big sister’ role. All while she wanted to ‘keep daddy’ in her ‘life,’ along with the other kids.”

“And his young secretary wanted ‘her own family,’” the feminist’s lover ‘added the obvious.’

“It was …,” I ‘looked up,’ and then back, “a ‘rude awakening’ for her. Ultimately, he had to ‘dole out’ … ‘child support,’ just to ‘finalize the divorce.’ He basically ‘turned the kids away’ most weekends. His secretary didn’t want to ‘be around’ when he had them. Her sons … they ‘took it hard.’ If it wasn’t for her eldest daughter, they’d really be ‘fucked up.’ But once the younger one ‘bonded’ with me, and kinda thought I was ‘cool,’ that I wasn’t trying to ‘replace’ their ‘dad,’ just ‘fill in’ when he ‘wasn’t available,’ it was easier to just ‘stay ov–’”

“Wait?!” the journalist responded. “You lived with her?!” And now she ‘shuffled’ through her notes.

“I slept with A-list,” I responded, “… in the master bedroom. We were ‘attached.’ I didn’t ‘go home’ to my own townhouse but maybe once a week, but usually only when I knew G was ‘out.’ I ‘avoided’ G going forward, especially after she ‘trashed’ my home a few days later, after ‘finding out’ that A-list and I were ‘heavy,’ even if she was ‘still rebounding.’“

“A-list didn’t tell me any of this?!” she ‘scoffed.’

“I said I was ‘there for her,’” I just ‘shrugged.’ “You can ‘confirm it’ with her though. But yeah, during the week, plus any weekend she ‘had the kids,’ I was there. I worked a lot. Sometimes I ‘came home late.’ The few times she ‘didn’t have the kids, it was ’her choice.’ Sometimes she enjoyed her weekend alone, or with her mother, or she came over to my townhouse. And, I won’t lie, I ‘banged’ Hoover, who was ‘serious’ with Goddet, and even Q very infrequently, from time-to-time … but just at the office. Most of the other ladies started to ‘die off,’ in general. All A-list told me was to ‘come home to her’ and … no ‘G,’ period – she called her ‘the slut.’ Eventually we had this ‘unwritten rule’ that if G ‘slept with me,’ I had better ‘test her with the pad’ beforehand, and … just not ‘tell her’ about it.”

“Wasn’t she worried you’d ‘get serious’ with G again?” now even her ‘lover’ wondered.

“G ‘interrupted’ us on the evening of my birthday just a few days in,” I disclosed. “She just ‘strutted in’ with lingerie on, and told A-list to ‘Get the fuck out.’ And A-list just barked back, ‘You get the fuck out. You ’had your chance,’ and you ‘blew it.’ You have always been a slut, and you’ll always be a slut.’”

“I take it G didn’t ‘take kindly’ to that?!” the journalist now tried to ‘reassert control.’

“G wasn’t used to it,” I responded. “Understand, I used to ‘drop everything’ for G … no matter the woman I was with, in my townhouse. And I remember just looking at G and going, ‘I need to be here … for her.’ And when G ‘scoffed’ and tried to ‘play it off’ saying A-list was ‘nothing’ compared to her, and questioned if I ‘really loved’ her. And, of course, she said she was ‘latching on’ and rebounding,’ all I could do is say, ‘You’re right, she is. But … she’s what I’d like … in an eternal love.’”

“Now that …,” her lover interjected, “now makes total sense. I think I really ‘understand you’ now.”

“The nice thing about A-list …,” I began to ‘wrap things up,’ “is that she started to realize, she didn’t ‘need a man’ any more. She remarried, but ‘took her time,’ this time. It’s not that A-list and I ‘cooled,’ but it was more, ‘I’m doing well … on my own.’ Financially, Hoover and I had already agreed well, well before he ‘left her,’ to ‘set aside’ some ‘additional compensation’ in escrow, in case she ever ‘divorced’ her husband. We kinda ‘saw it coming,’ in how he was ‘reacting’ to A-list working extra hours, putting in great ‘sales numbers.’”

“You didn’t want her husband to ‘find out about it’ in the divorce,” the journalist had now ‘put it altogether.’

“We recorded it as a ‘bonus’ almost two years later,” I smiled. “But it was a ‘calculated adjustment,’ the compensation she ‘justly deserved,’ including a large ‘performance-based commission adjustment,’ one that her husband would never ‘discover,’ as it was ‘well hidden’ in an account under her name. Not until she ‘remarried’ did her ex-husband’s child support end. She basically ‘saved’ that child support for their college. All the meanwhile, he left his subsequent wife, after she had two more kids for him, so … he had to ‘cover’ that ‘child support’ as well.”

“Was it your new secretary?” the journalist just stated, ‘out of the blue.’ And in my confusion, she added, “A-list said she was the one that ‘turned down’ your more … ‘serious suggestions’ a year later. She made it clear it was she, not you, that ‘cooled’ in a way that … well, she ‘asked for the key back.’”

“A-list ‘outgrew’ the ‘just come home to me’ view,” I ‘nodded.’ “I think I should have really ‘embraced’ that … ‘true monogamy.’ But … I didn’t ‘deserve’ her.”

“Oh my God!” her lover exclaimed. “You really did want to ‘marry’ her!“

“Yeah,” I nodded. “But … and she was right … Hoover and G … but definitely Hoover, let alone G ‘pressuring’ her daughter to ‘wedge in’ with Hoover … I guess A-list realized ‘monogamy’ was what she ‘really wanted’ after all. I love her, so … I was ‘happy’ when she got remarried. I was there, and I remember just telling her husband, ‘I knew there was someone ’perfect’ for her. She deserved ‘the best’ and ‘she I’m glad him, in you.’ I still danced with her eldest daughter, now in college and fully engaged. It was just after I got back from Vietnam, after G and myself were married, and it was going ‘utterly sideways.’”

“You fucked half her bridal party!” the journalist now exclaimed.

“I was just recently back from Vietnam,” I sighed, “after two years in the Merchant Marines. It wasn’t a cakewalk, especially not Tet, despite being an alleged ‘civie.’ I was supporting US Marine combat engineers and Army amphibious companies, and took a lot of incoming more than few times. So … when I got back, I was ‘fucking everything’ then. I’m not going to ‘apologize’ for it either. But … no … it wasn’t my secretary. Hoover and A-list both agreed, they ‘needed’ someone to ‘get between’ myself, and G. And … it was A-list herself who recommended her too … knowing full well she going to suck my dick.”

“I guess always assumed it was Hoover that brought her in,” the journalist ‘scoffed.’ And I think the feminist realized … A-list might have had ‘good intentions’ with it, but … in the end … A-list finally ‘decided’ she wasn’t going to ‘allow’ THAT with her next husband. “Why did you let her then?” the journalist asked. “If you really ‘loved’ A-list?”

“Three, simple, selfish things,” I, once again, ‘admitted.’ “One, I ‘under-appreciated’ how much A-list actually wanted ‘monogamy,’ until it was ‘too late.’ Two, caring ‘mother figures’ that are ‘old enough’ who have their ‘kids launched’ just make me horny as fuck, being that I had an ‘abrasive, anti-male,’ mother. And three … I liked women who liked sucking dick, and she … loved to suck my dick, like Hoover … even G sometimes, especially as I got older. Yes, it wasn’t initially ‘a requirement,’ but … yeah … she sucked it for many years, and I will always love her … partially because she did, and ‘loved it.’” And as she just ‘rolled her eyes,’ it was probably a good time to ‘call it a night,’ and leave her to her … ‘lover.’

“Just to ‘catch you up’…,” I began, “G and Hoover had ‘similarly timed’ Herpes ‘outbreaks,’ which led their ‘war’ to ‘going cold,’ and G introduced her daughter to Hoover by the time the ‘outbreak’ was … ‘over.’ I had ‘become intimate’ with a mechanic that assisted me with our first, larger, cargo-passenger amphibious aircraft, that was also my senior design project. But by the time I ‘graduated,’ G sort of ‘interrupted’ our almost ‘monogamous,’ short-lived relationship, and G and myself were back to ‘heavy,’ albeit almost ‘negative,’ sex at times. Which brought me into the holidays, and how much Hoover and ‘progressed’ with G’s daughter.”

“Is that when your …,” I could see my interviewer was ’searching for the word.”

“Relationship began with our … ‘Goddet?’” I smiled.

“‘Goddet?’” the feminist immediately questioned. “I thought you didn’t give her a ‘nickname?’”

“I mentioned Hoover gave her several nicknames,” I continued. “I figured that was better than ‘Barb-carp.’” And her lover now ‘giggled.’ Yeah, she ‘got it’ faster than her feminist lover did. “It wasn’t a secret that our COO, Hoover, and the daughter of our Chief Scientist, who we immediately put to work in sales – obviously, total ‘eye candy,’ but also quite ‘experienced’ too – were ‘going at it’ at work. I kinda ‘stayed out of it.’ But they often ‘stayed late,’ and often used the Executive bathroom and lounge to ‘clean up.’”

“They had just … ‘finished,’ I take it?” my interviewer rhetorically asked the obvious. “How often–”

“Every day,” I added, “I mean, multiple times at work. The COO didn’t exactly ‘hide it.’ That was ‘The Hoover.’ She projected this ‘authority,’ but … she was also ‘transparent.’ A lot of guys wanted her to ‘suck them off,’ but … she really kinda ‘stopped’ doing that. I was the only other C-level, and she was only ‘having affairs’ with other C-level men, or select ladies. G, even Q, and then G’s daughter, and a few others … the latter having ‘signed’ various ‘agreements’ to ‘protect’ the C-level executives from any ‘claims’ of ‘harassment.’ But it had been a good 3 months since Hoover and myself just ‘went at it.’”

“So …,” the sweet lover of my feminist was ‘giddy for gossip,’ “you took Hoover … in front of her lover, for the first time?”

“I remember ‘walking in’ on the two, as Hoover had finally ‘climaxed,’” I continued. “Hoover was wearing a lot of ‘shapers,’ almost ‘corset-like’ fits, that minimized her tits too. She was trying to project this ‘professional image,’ and … Goddet kinda just ‘followed her lead.’ They still had their ‘bottoms off,’ from the 69, and Hoover only got her jacket back on. She didn’t bother ‘putting on’ her blouse, as they were ‘headed home.’ But I remember walking in, and Hoover just ‘blurted it,’ ‘Talk about the executive I just want to ’bend me over’ and ‘fuck my brains out’ right now!’”

“Holy fuck!” the little ‘sweetheart’ just ‘blurted.’

“You really did just ‘take her’ in front Goddet?” even the journalist was ‘shocked.’

“It was more ‘barks’ from Hoover that caused me to finally ‘do’ what she ‘asked,’” I disclosed. “Being I had just ‘graduated,’ I decided to wear ‘suits’ when I was ‘in the office,’ having several tailored over the months before, no longer ‘just a tie.’ And I remember the conversation, as I ‘stared down’ the couple through the mirror’s reflections …”

Me: ( to Goddet ) Isn’t this the most beautiful person you’ve ever met? Goddet: Isn’t that my mother, to you? Hoover: ( to Goddet ) She’s such a fucking ‘bitch’ to him. And that’s intentional. She ‘gets off’ on such ‘negativity’ with her lovers, especially him! Me: ( ‘snuggling’ my right cheek into Hoover‘s left ) And you’re … ’the standard’ when it comes to ‘the lady’ of the office. Hoover: ( ‘giggling’ ) Don’t mock me! Me: I’m not. Hoover: God I’ve missed it! Just put it the fuck in me already!

And I just ‘bent over’ my ‘lady,’” I grinned, “‘over’ that sink, my right hand ‘clasping’ her right shoulder, while my left hand ‘unzipped’ myself … and I just ‘worked’ my cock ‘into her,’ sliding ‘up’n down’ her ‘slit,’ before ‘pushing through.’ She hadn’t had a stud ‘inside’ her in 3 months, and so … she was a bit ‘tighter’ than before, despite Goddet just ‘finishing her off,’ as Hoover was ‘totally wet.’”

“Oh my God!” the journalist’s ‘sweetheart’ just exclaimed, “I just realized … you became Goddet’s … ‘beard?!’”

“Not so much with her … ‘approval,’” I disclosed. “But both Hoover and Goddess herself, her own mother, found it … ‘culturally fitting’ that Goddet and myself had this near-eternally ‘on again, off again,’ type ‘dating status.’ Though I rarely ever ‘penetrated’ Goddet, and I totally had to ‘break her in’ over many years of ‘tactical clockwork.’”

“What do you mean by …,” now the ‘skeptical feminist’ was back in ‘expected character,’ “‘tactical clockwork?’”

I decided to ‘leave that hanging,’ for now, “I was just ‘overwhelmed’ by my ‘desire’ for Hoover. That, plus … it had been two days since I ‘nutted.’ G would have these ‘bouts’ where she didn’t let me fuck her, and she ‘went out’ … ‘without me.’ So I must have been just maybe a couple dozen ‘pumps’ into Hoover, when Goddet was just ‘shocked,’ and she said, ‘I think he’s about to cum already.’ And Hoover was just ‘all smiles,’ ‘He’d better be!’”

“I really don’t understand … THAT!“ the journalist now really ‘scoffed.’ “Why would she be ‘turned on’ by a ’premature ejaculation?”

“You’ve never had a ‘serious relationship’ with a man …,” her own lover now ‘redirected.’ “I had an elder lover, and she had this ‘young man’ that used to ‘join us.’ She always ‘took it as a complement’ when he ‘came fast,’ especially since he could ‘go again.’” Then she looked at me, “First ‘stud’ to ‘open me up’ too!” And now she ‘giggled,’ as it was clear … my ‘interviewer’ never really ‘took’ a ‘male lover,’ but clearly, for her own, steady, long-term lesbian lover … there was a ‘potential beard’ in her life at one point. And that’s when she turned to me, “Goddet saw how much you ‘loved’ her … ‘lover,’ didn’t she?”

“I remember telling Hoover,” I finished, “just as I came, ‘You are the most beautiful lady I’ve ever known.’ And I could see Hoover both ‘deny’ but ‘blush,’ and … yeah,” even I ‘sighed,’ “I loved Hoover. I loved Hoover not only because of our ‘times together,’ but just how ‘wonderful’ she was. Especially after all she had ‘been through’ and always ‘putting her kids first.’ But yeah, she was … she was just so … ‘gorgeous,’ and I don’t think she realized how much she ‘meant to me.’”

“And Goddet just ‘stood there’ and …,” I knew my feminist interviewer didn’t exactly ‘believe me.’

“I think she was ‘generally shocked’ by the …,” I tried to ‘put it into words,’ “how ‘powerful’ my final ‘triple pump’ was. After all, Goddet – while not a ‘virgin’ with a man – hadn’t seen a man just ‘pound’ anyone like that. And I won’t lie, I was ‘slamming pretty hard’ into Hoover. But over the past year-plus, she had ‘adjusted’ to me, and was ‘missing it,’ as she kinda just stopped ‘enjoying intercourse’ with nearly all other men. I kinda remember Goddet just ‘wide eyed’ when Hoover said, ‘Sometimes you gotta ’add some big meat’ to the ‘salad.’ And Goddet just stated, while still ‘wide eyed,’ ‘Big, fatty meat … I guess.’”

“Oh please!” the journalist now really ‘barked.’ But even her own ‘lover’ just ‘giggled.’ “Sometimes I think this is just an ‘ego trip’ for you.” But then her own lover put her ‘hand over’ the journalist, and she ‘calmed down.’ “I take it you weren’t … ‘done’ at this point?” Yeah, the feminist was … ‘stewing’ a bit. She really didn’t care for even ‘the idea’ that a lesbian could ‘show interest’ in a man like that, and really didn’t actually ‘understand’ the ‘views’ of ‘bi-sexuals’ who were just ‘inexperienced’ with a ‘throuple.’

“Hoover … was Hoover,” I detailed. “I wasn’t even quite ‘done’ just ‘shooting my bits’ into her, when she ‘pushed me back,’ and I ‘came out,’ and she just ‘got on her knees,’ literally ‘grunting,’ ‘I need to suck this cock!’”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” now she was really ‘yelling,’ although her lover ‘giggled’ once more.

“Hoover literally ‘enticed’ Goddet to ‘join her,’” I just ‘ignored’ the ‘protests’ of my interviewer, especially since her own lover was ‘very interested,’ seemingly ‘reliving’ her own ‘throuples’ of the past. “She stated something like, ‘For us ’cocksuckers,’ we can never ‘get over’ how this thing goes from ‘flaccid’ to almost ‘brick hard.’ It’s like how they are ‘awed’ by our ‘big tits.’ So …’”

“What?!” she barked, as the journalist ‘looked at her.’

“I never sucked cock–er,” her lover responded, “not after high school, but the ‘penis’ is rather … ‘awe inspiring.’ I feel ‘Goddet’ isn’t that ‘different’ than myself … back then.” And after the feminist still gave her ‘another look,’ “He was very handsome when young, and Hoover gorgeous, like he said, and … I would have probably ‘joined them’ myself.” Once more, she turned to me, “Goddet ‘sucked your face’ I take it?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “She had many ‘bad experiences’ with men. And I kinda just let her … ‘control’ and ‘lead’ me. I remember her ‘nustling’ her cheeks and blond hair into my cheek, and bringing my hand ‘around her back’ to ‘work’ her nipple through her top, as Hoover is just ‘feverishly bobbing’ her head, with her hand ‘wrapped around’ my ass, as I’m ‘struggling’ with the ‘post cum head.’ And Goddet is just whispering, ‘She is the most beautiful person. And … I just want her to ’be happy,’ okay?’ Between ‘running my hands’ through Hoover’s hair, and then Goddet’s when she started to ‘french me’ when I was about to cum again, it was the start of a ‘beautiful throuple.’”

My interviewer just ‘rolled her eyes’ at her own lover, while she ‘shrugged.’ I guess she ‘didn’t know her’ as well as she thought, at least prior to today.

She looked through her notes, “I don’t … I don’t … oh wait,” and she found it. “The Ukranian? You used her ’real name?!”

“She’s long gone now,” I responded. “She passed away in her very early 60s, when I was in Vietnam. Besides, if there was another ‘deep love’ in my life like G, it was Alla. And if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have finished my senior design project.”

“You …,” she looked back at her summary of myself, “you developed a replacement electrical system for a PBY Catalina? Is that the ‘boat-aircraft’ you first utilized for your VIP charter service?”

“Well, it was the ladies who utilized it,” I responded. “I just developed a replacement electrical system for it, saving a lot of weight too. And the controls system was all TI 6400, industrial grade 7400 series, but because TI rarely fabricated the 6400, and dropped it entirely by the ‘70s, they sold me military/aerospace-grade 5400 chips, under my 6400 series contract. TI wouldn’t give me a contract on 6400 series, unless I made it a big one, with options. It backfired on them. It was cheaper to just fab 5400 series for me ’at cost,’ than ‘spin up’ a run of 6400 series. And that launched an entire series of control systems for aircraft, of which I held the designs and patents on, along with Alla, and we could ‘source’ cheaper than anyone else. Nearby Boeing, now Spirit AeroSystems, in Wichita, Kansas was our biggest customer by the ’70s.”

“She had been in Russia …,” she avoided my ‘geeking out,’ as she loved the ‘sexual gossip,’ “during the ‘Great Patriotic War.’ And had worked on aircraft … yes, the Catalina, including at … ‘Taganrog?’”

“Just near the border between Ukraine and Russia,” I continued. “It’s a little peninsula in the very northeast Black Sea I had hoped to visit with her sometime. But that never happened. She was just lucky she had to travel to Berlin for the Soviet. Her kids were fully grown by then, and she just ‘snuck across,’ before the wall ‘went up,’ in the very early ‘60s. She worked on the Catalina for the Russians, and then helped build them on the Black Sea when they produced their own, ’under license’ – that is, ‘free.’ We gave them the entire specifications. So she knew the plane, and … we got a number of cheap Catalinas as the US government was retiring them in the ‘60s. The first one was in great shape, but had been ’canabalized’ for its electronics. I ‘absorbed myself’ in it.”

“And Alla?” she rhetorically ‘stated.’ “You were, ultimately, her ‘boss.’ Like with many ladies, did that not prov–”

“She ‘made the move,’” I ‘crossed’ the feminist. “And when I said she ‘made the move,’ it wasn’t just ‘offering’ or even ‘telling.’”

“What do you mean?” she never seemed to ‘believe me.’

“Soviet ladies often lived a ‘hard live,’” I started. “So … sex was always a ‘distraction’ from that, and usually ‘initiated’ by the ladies, far more than in the US, especially back then. She always had her ‘tits out’ in her ‘coveralls,’ massively ‘deep cleavage.’ She liked ‘the attention,’ but she also liked ‘to deny’ too. She still ‘took a few guys,’ but … it was more ‘women.’”

“Oh, she was bi-sexual?” the lesbian now ‘perked up.’

“Everyone ‘just stared’ at her cleavage,” I kept going. “Me? I kept it ‘eye-level.’ Why? She was Slavic, and I thought she was a 50-something ‘doll.’ Strong jawline, quite ‘aged’ in looks, no ‘dyeing’ of her hair, which was jet black with gray ‘streaks.’ She always ‘had it up,’ and always this ‘serious look,’ those ‘steel-gray eyes.’ I love those gray eyes of eastern Europeans, almost ‘inquisitive.’ Even her smiles were ‘closed mouth,’ although she had imperfect teeth, which I liked. She didn’t need really any makeup, and used ‘gloss’ on her lips, from all those Russian winters, although she ‘got used to the heat’ once she moved to the Black Sea too.”

“So she just ‘stuffed them into’ your face?” she questioned.

“We spent 4 months ‘being professional,’” I continued. “I had just returned from my ‘presentation’ on the design, and was done with all my classes. My degree would be awarded just before Christmas, but I wanted to just ‘finish off’ the Catalina. I had ‘big plans’ for it. And I’m just crawling around inside the wing spar, and Alla just ‘slides up’ next to me, asking, ‘How did it go?’”

“So …,” the journalist still wanted those ‘juicy bits,’ “What did she ‘do’ … instead of ‘tell?’”

“After I told her and thanked her,” I tried to ‘hold back’ on the sex, “I also told her that I was putting her name on half the patents, anything where she was ‘key.’ The funny thing is … she had already ‘decided’ what she was ‘going to do’ before that. And it just ‘timed well’ for her ‘plans.’”

“Just fucking tell me already!” the lesbian journalist barked.

“She slide over my body,” I revealed, “as she ‘unzipped’ my coveralls, exposing my silky briefs, and I realized … she had done the same, and … was wearing no panties.”

“Oh,” she now realized I didn’t have much ‘option’ to ‘say no,’ “so you …”

“I ‘felt’ her ‘immense wetness,’” I added. “And, you can imagine, I snogged her. I hadn’t cum in says, so as she ‘pushed down’ my silky briefs, I had to ‘warn her.’ ‘You might not want to do that.’ She just ‘frenched me’ and … yeah, ‘slid me in.’ I didn’t last even a minute. I remember pulling from her lips, saying as soft as I could, ‘I’m gonna cum.’ And she just smiled, ‘Good.’”

“Was she ‘aware’ you had a ‘vasectomy?’” she wondered.

“Like many ladies in the ‘Godless’ Soviet,” I answered, “she had several abortions and, after her second child, tubal ligation. The Russians ‘invented’ reliable abortion by the ‘50s, and it was ’imported’ to the US in the ‘60s. When Alla ’wanted’ someone, she ‘took’ them. And … yeah, we just kept ‘kissing’ and I started ‘humping’ her again, for a second nut barely fifteen minutes later. My hands might have not been ‘all over’ her rack that first time, but … I ‘rolled her over,’ and started ‘pounding her into the aircraft’ that second time.”

“Did anyone notice?” the feminist asked.

“It was late that day, so no …,” I finished, “not that day. But we were ‘taking lunch’ together, and … she didn’t ‘hide her affinity.’ It was kinda like with my Goddess all over again, only … it wasn’t ‘hidden.’ But everyone was surprised we weren’t ‘fucking’ earlier. I just loved it when she ‘attacked’ me and ‘took me,’ and … I’d nut fast, then ‘pound her’ for my second. I tried to ‘eat her out,’ but … she’d just always ‘mount’ me before she really got ‘worked up.’ She was a true ‘ball buster’ when it came to sex. She was far more ‘fit’ for her age.”

“I’m surprised it didn’t ‘go farther’ with you two?” she questioned. “But I take it … she wouldn’t ‘let it,’ just like G wouldn’t either?”

“Wait?!” she was utterly ‘dumbfounded’ once again. “You told me you ‘ate her out’ only ‘a few times.’ That she ‘offered more’ but you didn’t ‘take advantage’ of that ‘offer.’” She ‘shuffled again,’ “I guess … I guess I should have ‘seen that coming.’ So … didn’t G get completely … ‘upset’ with you?”

“That’s the funny part,” I now ‘giggled.’ “G … had an ‘active’ Herpes ‘outbreak.’ I ‘tested’ her every night she ‘came over’ and when she was ‘horny,’ with those ‘pads.’ And, to her credit, if she wanted to ‘suck my dick’ to ‘wake me up,’ she ‘swabbed’ just in case she ‘broke out’ overnight. G really didn’t get ‘cold sores,’ it was more around her vulva lips. Hoover, on the other hand …”

“Yeah, with her broken jaw and misaligned lips …,” she completed, “I always wondered if her Herpes ‘showed themselves off’ when she had her ‘outbreaks.’”

“Which made for the most interesting of ‘impromptu meetings’ in the executive wing,” I continued to ‘grin big.’ “G was kinda ‘berrating me,’ and Hoover ‘had enough of it.’ So she came out into the hallway, and just gave me that ‘smile,’ one that G just wanted to ‘knock her teeth out’ for ‘showing.’ And Hoover just says, ‘I’d offer to 69 with you, but … as you can see, I’ve had an ’outbreak.’ But … if you wanna fuck these,’ and Hoover ‘opened her blouse,’ ‘I’ll make sure I ’tit hammer’ your cock as much as you want.’”

“I take it G didn’t care for that ‘overt vulgarity’ from Hoover,” my interviewer ‘shook her head,’ “as much as her ‘offering herself’ like that.”

“It was even worse given the fact that Hoover had a ‘friend’ there,” I continued, “a little ‘lunch date’ that had to be ‘called off’ because Hoover had her ‘breakout’ as well. Yeah, Hoover had a few ‘regulars’ in her ‘lesbian affairs,’ virtually all ‘external,’ so it didn’t ‘affect’ her ‘projection’ inside the company. After all, she was COO, and she was the one that was trying to be ‘objective’ about preventing anyone from ‘sleeping up’ in the company. So they were ‘just talking’ in the office, when Hoover ‘heard the commotion.’ And that’s when G really ‘went at’ Hoover, and … you name it … the ‘insults flew’ from G, and Hoover countered.”

“Like what?” she inquired.

“Well …,” I sighed, “the ‘obvious’ ones like ‘the biggest, hidden secret’ – insinuating the ‘biggest slut’ in the company – versus ‘too quick on your knees to please’ and most everything else you’d expect. But it really started ‘breaking down,’ despite my best efforts to get the ladies ‘into my office’ so it wasn’t ‘echoing down the hall’ into the cubicle area, when Hoover stated, ‘I can tell when you’re having ’a breakout’ better than people can with me … you always get ‘bitchy’ like this.’”

“Oh my!” she now ‘laughed’ herself.

“I giggled too,” I ‘nodded.’ “And G’s hand ‘playfully smacked me.’ All while Hoover continued, ‘It’s true! You live for his mouth suck sucking, and his cock pumping, those ’flapping lips’ of yours.’ And then G countered with, ‘Well, if it wasn’t for your ’cold sores’ giving him ‘visible cues,’ you would have probably ‘given it’ to him by now!’ Of course Hoover ‘denied’ that, and then G said what ‘triggered’ everything, ‘Maybe I should just ’give it to him’ sometime … and you’d like that, because you’d ‘benefit’ the most from it! Wouldn’t you?!’”

“She wouldn’t?!” she blurted that rhetorical question. “You never ‘got’ Herpes simplex, correct?”

“Nope,” I confirmed. And then I stated, “By then, G’s secretary had ‘come over’ and … well … she pushed me against the wall, and just gave me this ‘sweet french kiss.’ Oh, I immediately took her face into my hands, and ‘frenched back.’ That little, early 40-something redhead, not natural, but she ‘stuck with it’ because, just like G’s old boss, her old boss loved ‘getting’ his ‘cock sucked’ by ‘a redhead.’ And as the other 2 are just ‘in shock,’ while G announces, ‘You’re fired,’ she pulls from me, and ‘gets stern’ with G, ‘Don’t you dare give him anything!’ And then she turns to me, ‘I’ve booked a room across the street. It’s been over a year since you ’put me up against the wall.’ But this time, it’s not going to be ‘over your shoulders.’”

“I just have trouble ‘believing’ you sometimes,” my interviewer stated.

“Oh, that’s not all,” I now ‘smirked,’ “She turns to G and says, ‘I booked two,’ and looks at Hoover, ‘You two need to use it and ’fuck it out’ once and for all!’”

“They didn’t?!” she now blurted another, rhetorical question.

“She ‘grabbed my arm’ and ‘strutted out’ with me,” I continued. “Yeah, the whole ‘cubicle area’ knew we ‘fucked’ at lunch, and … that was ‘the point’ that G’s secretary ‘made.’ But bigger yet … G and Hoover were ‘arguing’ … as they ‘left’ about ten minutes later, allegedly to ‘argue over lunch.’” And yes, it did … indeed, ‘happen.’ “I ‘made out’ with G’s secretary for fifteen minutes just ‘sitting on the side of the bed,’ …,” I finished, “before we heard them ‘enter’ the room next door, still ‘arguing.’ And once they were clearly ‘in there,’ her secretary turned to me and said, ‘This isn’t just going to be an ’ego boost’ for you. I fucking want them to ‘hear’ you ‘bang the shit’ out of me against the wall!’”

“Again,” she asserted once more,” don’t believe you.”

“We unlocked the adjacent doors between the rooms,” I added, “a feature in hotel rooms that is more rare nowdays, but very common back then. And sure enough, Hoover ‘opened it,’ literally saying, ‘I wanna watch,’ and G literally getting ‘pissed off’ about that too. But, yeah, the two then 69’d, and Hoover ‘got that view,’ while G just ‘heard it’ … which, ultimately, ‘made her hornier’ too. And then funny thing is … I ‘fit’ G’s secretary ‘like a glove.’ She is either a ‘master actress,’ or her ‘whimpering Oh God’ the final minute before I came inside her that first time, was as authentic of a set of ‘moans’ I’ve ever heard. And I just kept ‘banging her’ as she’s more ‘drapped over’ my shoulder and body, than ‘holding me’ with her arms around my neck. She was ‘puddy’ after fifteen minutes of fucking, and finally said, ‘I need a break.’”

“And Hoover never let G ‘forget that’ I take it?” she still ‘didn’t believe me,’ and was trying to ‘avoid’ the bits about the ‘juicy intercourse’ I had with G’s secretary.

“At least G and Hoover had finally had their ‘negative intimacy’ and ‘the war’ between them over me …,” I ended, “ended. It was now ‘cold enough’ for the rest of the office to not ‘hear of it’ much ever again.”

“Over?!” she questioned once more. “Just like that?!”

“Who do you think ‘introduced’ Hoover …,” I ‘dropped’ that ‘cliffhanger,’ “to G’s quite ‘more lesbian,’ bi-sexual … eldest daughter?” And her eyes just ‘went huge.’

“So …,” now the interviewer ‘went deeper,’ “why didn’t she just …”

“Leave me?” I finished. “You tell me. Honestly, you’re a lady, a strong, willful one, and a lesbian, and … while G was more of a ‘passing bi-sexual,’ there are similarities.”

“She knew you’d always ‘be there,’“ her lover now ‘blurted.’ And I started to realize, there was a bit of ‘history’ there, between the two, especially as the journalist now gave her a bit of a ‘look.’ But she ‘shot back,’ “You’ve gotta admit, you’ve ‘crossed the line’ at times, but … you know I’d ‘always be there.’”

“This isn’t about us!” and now the journalist seemingly ‘wished’ she hadn’t ‘given into’ her lovers ‘demand’ to come.

“We’re hopeless romantics,” I smiled at her lover. “We … we ‘fall in love’ with ‘the person.’ And we don’t want anyone else. G thought I wasn’t ‘good for her.’ And in the end, she was probably right. I … didn’t ‘know any better.’ Yet … despite our ‘rough road’ the first decade, I don’t ever ‘regret it.’ G was always my ‘true love,’ before we even thought we’d ever ‘be intimate,’ that ‘impossibility.’” And I could see her … ‘smile,’ as the journalist I respected, her ‘partner,’ was ‘the same’ for her.

“Should I leave so you two can ‘be alone?’” my interviewer was literally ‘flabbergasted.’

“No need,” her lover ‘got up,’ but … she came over to me, sat down, and put her arm around me, “I’ll do it in front of you!” And the journalist’s eyes just ’became big.”

“Don’t taunt her,” I started, “if any–”

“This, this is why I don’t take you anywhere when I’m working!” my interviewer was now ‘visibly upset.’ “This is unprofessional, and compromises my ability to–”

“You’re going to ‘get more out of me’ with her here,” I now tried to ‘de-escalate,’ “than not. But …,” I then turned to her lover, “Why don’t you go back to your hotel, get some bags, and stay the weekend here … the two of you. And …,” I looked over at the interviewer, “that’ll give us time, alone, again. And …,” turning back to her lover, “when she doesn’t want you in the room, you should probably respect it. Not because you’re wrong to show ‘empathy,’ but …,” I looked back’n forth between both, “she’s not wrong about ‘compromising’ how her ‘adversarial approach’ often ‘draws out’ my other feelings too.” Yeah, her ‘lover’ had a bit of ‘admiration’ for me, as one of the first, male C-levels of a very successful, female-dominated, elder-dominated, firm. She got up, and ‘headed out.’

“We’re not ‘staying here!’” the feminist now barked. “This is utterly–”

“Best,” I interrupted. “You’re like G, and … I’m like her. So … we’re going to ‘compromise.’ Otherwise, I’m not giving you shit, and we’re done.”

She ‘scoffed,’ “I have more than enough–”

“To cover the first few years of the firm,” I interrupted, “maybe an article, two max. You know you want to ‘tell’ this story. And, frankly, she loves you … like I loved G.”

“That’s not saying much,” she seemed almost ‘insulted’ by my ‘comparison.’ She now realized, she wasn’t ‘going anywhere’ and … going to likely have to ‘give in.’ “So … you have ‘cameras setup’ all around or something?”

“Just the perimeter,” I responded. “I don’t believe in surveillance. It will likely be ‘used against’ you more than to ‘protect’ you. Enjoy my place, like a resort. You’re doing this ‘on your own dime,’ so … go back to the hotel tonight, and … decide if it’s going to be more than just the weekend, or not.”

“So …,” she ‘moved on,’ “we were talking about how you ‘found more positivity by ’sleeping around?’ You said Q, but avoiding Hoover for reasons of G, and …”

“G-junior,” I ‘smiled.’ And she ‘looked at me weird.’ “The G doesn’t stand for ‘Goddess’ but ‘Geologist.’” She then ‘looked through’ her notes. “She was G’s ‘junior’ and ‘main assistant’ for years. She’s still alive too.”

“She was only about a dozen years your senior,” she finally ‘found something.’ “Younger than A-list, she’d be–”

“80s now,” I responded. “I … I sometimes visit her, and watch movies. She never married. Never had children. I think she watched G and myself, and … ultimately … decided against it. Same with all the other office ‘dynamics.’”

“So you … ‘slept’ with her too?” she questioned.

“It wasn’t quite like THAT!“ I countered. “G was ‘leaving for the day,’ and after ‘denying my advances,’ and ‘G-jr’ stated, ‘I wish my boyfriend would give me that much attention.’ G just turned to her and said, ‘Why don’t you just suck his face … in my place then? He obviously loves to ’slobber’ more than I’ll let him.’ Then G turned to me and said, ‘Just don’t stick your dick in any of her orifices! But if she wants to ’sit on her face,’ good for her.’”

“You didn’t?!” she gasped.

“G-jr responded with, ‘I like my men monogamous,’” I continued. “To which, G stated, ‘Watch this,’ and turned to me. ‘If I gave you most of my free time, let you enjoy me how you wanted, and lived my life for you … would you be monogamous with me? Even if I wanted to ’bring in other men from time to time?’ And I merely nodded, ‘Yes.’ And then G turned to her, ‘I’m also twice the difference in age, if you want him. Although he’ll always ’be in love’ with me.’ And G left.”

“So when did it …?” the feminist questioned.

“Very next day,” I just ‘stated plainly.’ “She walked into my office, shut the door, and barked, ‘I need attention.’ And when I just looked at her like ‘a deer in headlights,’ she just ‘frowned,’ ‘I guess I need to initiate it,’ and she ‘shouved me’ against the wall, and just ‘shot her tongue in.’ Frankly, I was ‘butter’ and ‘held her,’ just enjoying a woman ‘snogging me’ EXACTLY ‘how I wanted to be.’ Oh God did that ‘turtleneck’ on her just make me ‘feel her up,’ and soon I had her ‘up against the wall.’“

“But you didn’t … fuck her?” she interviewer made more of a ‘question’ than an ‘assumption.’

“Obviously she told her boyfriend she was ‘intimate with someone else,’” I continued, “when she got home. And she started to ‘question her monogamy.’ Her boyfriend left her over it, virtually that day. I think she ‘regretted’ me, but … we ‘continued on.’ And … yeah … G kinda ‘ripped her to shreds’ later that week, when G ‘walked in’ on her ‘smacking lips’ with me, before I started ‘eating out’ G-jr. And G just said to her, ‘Watch this!’ And G now ‘attacked me,’ and that MILF-y-GILF-y Goddess of mine ‘shot her tongue into my mouth,’ and … yeah … I ‘melted like butter.’ And G just turned to her and said, ‘I warned you’ … he’s pathetic.”

“So … it was ‘over,’ at least for awhile?” she now wondered.

“Next day she came in, and just ‘blurted it,’” I finished, “I don’t think I want to ‘be her’ any more. I cannot ‘trust’ you, and she’s just ‘hurtful.’ But … until I ‘become intimate’ with another man I really love, do you want to continue this ‘exchange?’” And as she gasped, I added, “She was more than willing to ‘enjoy’ my ‘eating her out,’ and I would just ‘french and fondle’ her like an early ‘high school girlfriend.’ She was a natural redhead, and lovely. If it wasn’t for G, I’d probably be very, very ‘happy’ with her, physically, and monogamous. But G …”

“You were a ‘hopeless romantic’ over,” she added. “So, again … when did you finally start fucking G-jr?”

And now she barked, “Stop ‘check out’ my spouse!”

“Oh, he’s just ‘incorrigible,’” her lover ‘laughed it off.’ “I take it ‘as a complement.’ Besides, I’m here in a ‘social role,’ not a ‘professional’ one like you are.” That’s what I liked about her immediately, she ‘knew me’ from the ‘get-go.’ “I’m not ‘curvy enough’ for you,” she was just ‘transparent.’ “But as you can tell, she likes me because I’m more ‘shaped’ like a man … just with good sized tits.”

“Geez!” my interviewer was now ‘embarrassed.’ “This is why I didn’t want you to ‘fly out’ here!” But with a ‘blush’ between her lover and myself, she knew that was now ‘under the bridge.’ “Do I now have to ‘worry’ about you two?” Oh, did I detect a bit of … ‘jealousy?’

“She’s way, way ‘too young,’ for me,” I just ‘smiled,’ still a bit ‘red.’

“I have a great grandmother who’s 97,” she just ‘blurted,’ and now we both really ‘grinned big,’ trying to ‘hold back’ our ‘chuckles.’

“I wanna here more about G,” she stated after putting food into her mouth, chewing. It bothered me ‘none,’ although now my interviewer felt ‘embarrassed.’

“Do you want to do these interviews for me or something?” she was really getting ‘annoyed’ with her lover. And as her lover ‘shrugged,’ I also … ‘shrugged.’ “We ‘left off’ with your ‘Goddess’ just ‘finding comfort’ around your shared ‘Queen,’ as well as the ‘Socialite.’”

“Tuesday nights were becoming ‘our night,’” I began. “Work was usually slow, we usually were able to ‘leave early,’ and … my fraternity made Tuesday night one of those … well … ‘not much to do’ other than ‘just fuck’ nights. So now, as an ‘elder,’ as I had graduated just the past summer, the ‘cold’ just ‘biting into the air,’ my Goddess had her first ‘turtleneck’ on, albeit with a ‘zipper’ and an ‘open bust,’ and … she had ‘gone blonde.’ I think it was ‘Socialite,’ who had become G’s … ‘mentor,’ of sorts. I guess it was ‘Socialite’ kinda trying to ‘live through’ now quite ‘unattached’ G, and it was my first ‘Homecoming week’ as an ‘alumnus.’”

“I take it she had her ‘eyes’ on some ‘pledges?’” her ‘lover’ was even ‘more into’ all that ‘gossip.’

“We had a ‘rule,’” I ‘expanded,’ “one the brothers ‘insisted upon.’ G ‘took’ no pledges before Homecoming. By then, we kinda knew where the ‘chips fell,’ and how many would ‘work out.’ And she had her ‘eye’ on this little ‘nerdy’ engineering freshman, one I had ‘voted for.’ He was ‘socially awkward,’ but … G, being the geologist she was, would ‘geek out’ with him. I swear the kid was ‘studying geology’ just to try to ‘keep up’ with G. And at one point, she just ‘made out’ with him, at a party, in front of everyone, and she just said, ‘I’m not fucking him …,’ before ‘turning to’ him, and adding, ‘yet.’“

“And that was ‘the week?’” my interviewer now ‘took control,’ again.

“The great thing about G,” I smirked just as I was about to ‘deliver it,’ “is that she ‘played matchmaker’ as much as … well … ‘open lover.’ She had talked to the ladies of some of the sororities that ‘partied’ with us, and there was a similarly, ‘socially awkward’ brunette that was just … well … I just liked her, and I even ‘bantered’ with the pledge about her. A bit more ‘bottom heavy’ to my taste, but a lovely brunette, and ‘ample enough’ rack with a good C cup. I think G genuinely wanted to ‘match up’ those two, but … G being G … she just ‘lifted up’ that leg, and asked her, in front of him, ‘Are you going to not want him anymore … if I take his virginity?’” It was kinda a ‘rhetorical question,’ with an ‘obvious answer.’

“She didn’t!” my feminist’s ‘lover’ just ‘blurted.’

“G just ‘yanked down’ his pants in front of her,” I continued, “much to the ‘shock’ of the young lady. She wanted to ‘run out of the room,’ but at this point, I had ‘held her from behind.’ It was almost … ‘surreal.’ Because instead of her just trying to ‘resist me,’ she ‘leaned her head back,’ and … yeah … the girl he was ‘interested in,’ and G tried to ‘hook up,’ just … put her arm around my head, and … ‘frenched me.’ And now he wanted to ‘run out of the room,’ but G just ‘grabbed his dick,’ which was already starting to ‘rise.’ And as the young lady just … ‘watched,’ G just calmly stated, ‘The French are famous for having stable couples ’help along’ young people with their ‘first experiences.’ Usually it’s just one, but sometimes … ‘new couples’ who are ‘having difficulty’ just … well … there’s no fucking way you’re ‘taking’ this … ‘huge meat.’ No way!’”

“Boy was … ‘hung!’” her lover now ‘interrupted’ yet again! And I ‘nodded,’ as the feminist journalist just ‘rolled her eyes’ once more.

Asserting herself again, “I take it ‘devolved’ into–”

“Stud didn’t even last two minutes in G with her right left over his shoulder,” I ‘filled in’ the obvious. “He was … well … ‘in shock.’ But G just ‘eased him into’ her, and ‘put her arms around’ his shoulders. ‘You’re the first man I’ve felt this way about, since meeting him. And you don’t treat me like a slut, but a lady. So … we’re going to consummate our love, especially as I see you ’building up’ and you won’t realize you’re gonna cum inside me until after you have. And then … I’m going to take you again, and slowly ‘transition’ you … over weeks … over to her.’”

“This sounds like ‘Letters to Penthouse’ bullshit,” my interviewer just ‘refuted.’

“And that’s before I even tell you I had his ‘young, lovely, raven lust’ up against the wall where he could see her,” I just ‘giggled,’ “over my shoulders and … yeah, ‘screaming’ my name. Both of them were kinda ‘overwhelmed.’ But that was the funny part … they both ‘smiled’ at one another, after they had their ‘orgasms’ rather fast. G just ‘curled her arm’ around the back of the young, hung stud, and smiled, ‘stay inside.’ After I ‘put down’ the young raven, G had her ‘join them’ for a bit of a ‘3-way french,’ and ‘feeling up’ both of them, as he eventually started to ‘pump again.’ And I … ‘took position underneath’ her once more, and … well … she ‘came faster’ than he did that second time.”

“Of course,” the journalist now ‘mocked’ me once more. But her lover ‘batted her’ with her hand. “How long did this go on?”

“Well, if you mean immediately,” I answered, “he came after only twenty more minutes. And that’s when G did a bit of ‘oral cleanup’ on him, and then brought his penis over to the young raven. She got a ‘sample’ of … well … the resulting ‘extreme discomfort.’ So, yeah … it became ‘obvious’ that this was going to be a … ‘transition’ every Tuesday. We’d ‘meet up,’ and I’d have my ‘sloppy seconds’ in G after, really more ‘sloppy thirds’ in his case. And then his young, raven love would ‘taste’ us two, cock in each hand, with G ‘giving her tips.’ I eventually did the same for him, and helped him ‘discover’ her ‘pressure points,’ as he ‘orally pleasured’ her. He was a sweet, caring ‘lover,’ and not only did G really ‘enjoy him,’ but it made G ‘sweeter’ with me. She also stopped just ‘fucking around,’ and took ‘pleasures’ in just a ‘few men’ for months.”

“He reminded G … of you,” the journalist was now back to … well … ‘being logical.’

“But it was more than that,” I added. “G could ‘see’ how ‘happy’ I was for her to ‘give’ young men those ‘fantasies’ I enjoyed too. We were more of a ‘partnership’ than anything else. I never looked at her ‘as a slut,’ just like I hadn’t Hoover, or anything but a ‘loving mom,’ plus … she was an ‘brilliant scientist.’ She was never just a ‘piece of ass’ to me and, for the first time since before we were ‘intimate,’ we ‘re-bonded’ like we hadn’t in a long, long time. I remember ‘dropping into her,’ as the young couple ‘watched,’ and just telling her, ‘This is the woman I’ve missed.’ G kinda ‘remembered’ how I ‘fell in love with her’ over that year, a deep, but ‘plutonic’ relationship. And now, it was ‘just sexual.’”

“So Socialite was the best thing that ever happened to G,” the spouse of my interviewer now stated, plainly. “Unlike Hoover, who even ‘referred to herself’ as a ‘cock sucking slut,’ or Q … who, ultimate, ‘judged’ G often, you never did, or Hoover for that matter. But whereas Hoover had been an office manager, and just ‘grew into’ that ‘leadership role,’ G … she was ‘the geeky geologist’ with ‘the pretty face’ and ‘killer body.’ But to you … you ‘fell in love’ with the geologist from ‘the get-go.’”

“Stop making this ‘easy’ for him!” my interviewer now ‘barked.’

“G and I got home, and …,” I finished, “we didn’t leave her unit until Thursday morning. I think I spent at least one-third of a day ‘inside’ her, ‘eating her out,’ and otherwise just ‘getting off’ with her. And so ‘humpday’ became our ‘work from home’ day. We got so much done, together … and ‘talked shop,’ all while fucking’n licking. No longer would G ever complain about me ‘sucking her face off’ and ‘snogging too much,’ at least on Wednesdays, when she had ‘no makeup on’ at home. She ‘lived’ for Tuesday night into Wednesday, ‘sleeping in,’ just letting me ‘adore’ her. And for the rest of that fall semester, her little ‘young, hung engineering stud’ just ‘unloaded all his bits into’ her, as much as he could, every Tuesday night.”

“Did G ever ‘find out’ that you had A-list tell her husband it was your cum that first time?” the interviewer now had to ‘ruin it.’ And even her lover ‘batted’ her arm.

“Fair question,” I responded. “G ‘apologized’ one day for ‘accusing me’ of ‘fucking her over’ during her divorce. Unbeknownst to me, Q had already ‘told’ her soon-to-be ex-husband, and finally started to ‘negotiate’ a ‘settlement,’ well before A-list, indirectly, told him. With G, Q was just ‘sick of hers shit,’ and wanted it ‘over,’ thinking that would finally ‘settle down’ G, and get the divorce ‘over’ so she could become an officer. It didn’t, and not really until Socialite. But, of course, I still felt ‘compelled’ to tell G … I had already ‘put things in motion’ so he’d ‘find out,’ after A-list kinda ‘blackmailed me.’”

“What did she say to that?” my interviewer was now, genuinely ‘interested.’

“I kinda ‘understood’ G best after that … ‘disclosure,’” I ‘swallowed hard.’ “She said, ‘Don’t disclose such ’selfishness’ to me ever again. Keep your ‘guilt’ … to yourself. I don’t want a ‘transparent’ lover.’ And it was G who then told me her own, ‘real life lesson,’ something she never shared with anyone. ‘I cheated on my husband, first. I got drunk at my bachelorette party, and fucked an old boyfriend the night before my wedding. I told my husband after our first child was born. It destroyed our trust. So much so … I only birthed four of our kids.’“

“Holy fuck!” my interviewer’s lover just ‘blurted.’

“Her husband then fucked around,” I was ‘somber.’ “She felt he might have with his secretary prior, but … now it was more ‘overt.’ And … he ‘knocked up’ a woman, of which, G ‘faked’ her own, second ‘pregnancy,’ right down to ‘birthing at home,’ after the other woman ‘delivered’ and ‘gave it up for adoption,’ to him. Oh, it was bad. Because G even became pregnant once during the ‘fake pregnancy,’ and …,” I didn’t even need to ‘say it.’ “Her husband wanted six kids, but eventually got the ‘snip-snip’ after five, as their ‘loyalty’ to each other kinda ‘broke down.’ G was in more … of an ‘involuntary, open relationship’ than I realized prior, but just ‘kept it away from work.’ Which explained why she both ‘hated’ Hoover, but ‘felt for her’ as well … all that ‘judgement’ Hoover ‘received,’ which kinda kept the same ‘heat off’ of G herself, at their old job.”

And that’s when my ‘interviewer’ tried to rhetorically ask, “But G ‘wasn’t the same’ woman any more.”

I just ‘looked up’ at the pair, and stated, plainly, “I didn’t take G to my fraternity on Tuesday nights well into the winter semester, several months. And G always had a ‘lunch date’ on every Wednesday, if not ‘dinner’ too. She liked to ‘punish me’ in ways … well … let’s just say she liked to see me ‘punished’ when she felt I ‘did something wrong.’ It’s bad enough to ‘lay’ with a woman ‘mad at you,’ and I never liked those ‘negative, sexual moments’ with her, especially since she seemed to ‘enjoy them.’ It’s even worse when she ‘berates’ you while ‘forcing’ you to ‘have sex with her,’ and in ways that aren’t exactly … ‘positive.’ But … that ‘lesson was learned.’ And I stopped ‘sharing’ everything, of which told me I should have never married her later. But … I still will never regret doing so.”

And with that, two lovers just ‘looked at one another.’ My ‘life’ with G was ‘far from perfect.’