ELLIE'S CHARITY KISSING BOOTH

                                                                                                                                           Ellie sitting on the new beach
(Writer's note: Ellie allowed me to use her own av's name in this story :)

ELLIE'S CHARITY KISSING BOOTH

The story of a kiss

Yoru rezzed into the commune and saw a virgin ribbon of beach stretching before her. The hot sand scorched her feet until she dug them through to the cool layer beneath the glowing surface. It was a trick she had learned on Hawaiian beaches, and as she walked, she played, plunging her toes in and out, flinging the sand in the air before her in low, vicious karate kicks. Ahead, a small crowd of avatars formed a semicircle around an oyster-shaped chair. In the half-shell sat an erotic angel named Ellie.

The living air trembled upwards from the sun-assaulted sand, breaking its own transparency, distorting even the surreality of the Second Life scene, turning it ethereal. And shining in the middle, dazzling, were the delicate, molton-white feathers of Ellie's wings, her pure platinum blond hair, and her see-through white gauze bra and panties. Against the background of lesser whites, greys, yellows and browns of the beach, Ellie's innocent, silvery brilliance thrust her center stage. What's more, she was sitting in someone's lap, and they were kissing.

As Yoru approached, she saw the whole group was watching the kiss and chattering about it. A man in a bathing suit perched Ellie on his athletic thighs, her arms leaning on his shoulders as she kissed him, his head arched upwards, hers above him, tongue in his mouth. Her left hand gripped his hair and she pushed down on him, penetrating his mouth deeper. He switched his hands from her waist to grip the chair, steadying himself, her kiss evidently surprising him with its passion. And then his head was level to hers, then lower as she turned him, repositioned him. His mouth stretched open in awe, allowing her unrestricted access to his tongue. He was speechless at her unexpected sensuality. And then his kiss was over.

"Yoru?" she asked.

"Hi Ellie :)" Yoru said, "oh, a party!"

Ellie's Charity Kissing Booth

Parties often spring up on the spur of the moment at Commune Utopia, and one never knows when the next call for dancing or sexy play will go out on group chat. Relaxing at the beach on a beautiful afternoon in Second Life, a group of avs will casually come up with ideas while they kiss and chat, ideas that, once imagined, drift with the onshore breeze, perchance landing on the twinkling sand, to grow. This sand is special, as fecund as the deepest forest, for we at the commune are not timid thinkers. It is also a tradition at such gatherings to brainstorm ways to contribute to charities being promoted in Second Life. Such campaigns for good causes fit in with the kindheartedness upon which the commune is founded.

That day, Ellie had plucked from the bright sky a plan to raise money for the commune's donation to charities. Someone had said, "To  raise money, we will have to sell what everyone wants," to which Ellie mouthed the single word "kiss."

"That's what everyone wants," she said, "love of course! And to be kissed by an angel..." She flashed her eyes, flexed her white feathers, and offered her abundantly sweet lips to the cause. Voilà monsieur, supply and demand had devised a way to sell kisses, and Ellie's "Charity Kissing Booth" was born. 

"Flowered rain"

Femme totale are the words Yoru uses to describe Ellie. She had only seen her at the commune a few times in the year she had known her, but she remembered vividly the first time they had talked. The subject had been herbal teas. Lounging at the water's edge, Ellie had explained to Yoru that she drinks fragrant teas to absorb the essence of roses, blueberries, and the like, as well as green, red, and black teas. 

"I absorb them into my own body," she said, "and so doing become home to the essence of nature's most fragrant of creations, the sweet, heady, sexual engines of countless untold romantic encounters between flowers."

Yoru had never heard of this interpretation of what happens to tea after it entered her body. 

"Tonight," Ellie continued, "I am drinking chamomile, a flower with mild hues of aromatic, penetrating yellows and greens." When combined and filtered through her, she explained further, the intoxicating scents engaged with her own musky female perfumes, combining, making love you might say, at the molecular level, coupling deep in her blood, to emerge filtered, transformed, descending in ecstasy from between her legs in an enticing female shower, a flowered rain of arousal.

Yoru completely agreed with this theory. It had set her imagination afire, throwing her into a fantasy about her own body's feminine dew settling gently on the petals of a crimson rose. She remembered the famous Middle Eastern love story, envisions she is the same rose, hidden in the great forest's dark, undiscovered bossem, yearning for the intoxicating song of her nightingale lover. Somewhere in a secret meadow, she watches with eyes turned up as Ellie's liquid love falls, perfumed raindrops, landing on a fertile spot in her budding desire, the drop lost forever after a moment's glistening in the night, dried to air and scented dust in the heat of the surrounding passion. As though struck by a ray of blanching sun streaming through an opening in the leafy canopy, the rose, of course, had faded, leaving the nightingale her lover to sing his melancholy song, alone. 

Since that conversation, Yoru had secretly admired Ellie. They had expressed together the act of joining aromas and essences with their own love secretions, producing powerful female pheromones. Yoru desired to become more acquainted with Ellie's alluring scents, but the latter seemed inaccessible, too beautiful, too intelligent, too highly desired by the men of the commune.Yoru had never seen her with girls, either, and so she settled for dreaming of Ellie as she drank her own mixture of herbal teas, alone.

Yoru's turn

Is being sleeplessly in love so different from dreaming? Second Life is a theater of dreams where you may seek whatever you desire, and if you happen to meet someone like Ellie or Yoru, it will happen. It is a directable dream, as wet as you wish.

Yoru decided to drop a donation in the charity kissing box.

"Yoru!" Ellie squealed. "Come."

But of course Yoru did not move. "There are many people waiting in line before me, sweetie, it wouldn't be fair. I just got here."

"It's your turn, Yoru."

This was very unexpected. Was Yoru going to be close to this intoxicating woman at last? She clicked the pink pose-ball opposite Ellie and found herself zipped to a tender position beside her, leaning her head on Ellie's upper breasts. Her heart flew from zero to one hundred instantly as she breathed in the oceanic scents of a woman from islands far from her own, flowered scents of  the woman she had craved so long.

The group of people became still, intent on watching and listening to the emotes flowing desperately, longingly. The scene was racing into something none of them had expected on the beach that day. Ellie entwined Yoru with a tight embrace, moving swiftly and gently to stroke her forehead and cheeks, touching her red lips with her fingertips, slowly lowering her hand to her neck, delicately tracing her breasts, licking her nipples through the blouse. The people around them stopped breathing to hear. Yoru had also skipped a breath, two breaths, and was gulping in air just before Ellie put her other palm over her mouth, gagging her.

Yoru let out a muffled, half-hearted protest, something like "unff... mmm... mmMMMmmMMmm!" She shook her head as much as she was able, struggled just a little, then capitulated, licking the inside of Ellie's palm with the point of her tongue. Ellie saw in her eyes that she was entering the realm of sensual delight, and removed her hand from her mouth, thinking as she did how similar painted facial lips were to swollen pussy lips, and slid her body back up Yoru's body and covered her puckering mouth with an unashamed, hungry, lapping kiss. Yoru lost all her inhibitions. She thrilled in flashes of pleasure up and down her body, caused by such kisses and embraces of erotic adoration. Ellie wanted to possess her, hurt her a little, make her beg, and it was in public, very much in public.

But both were still clothed, if only in skimpy beach wear. It was simply the right place, good friends, and erotic words. Besides, there was little she could do to resist, or would even want to do. What would you have done, darling? Yoru came.

Ellie held her tightly and whispered sweet things privately in IMs. They were in the middle of a group of ten or twelve avs and although they weren't nude, Yoru had been so overwhelmed by Ellie's unexpected sensual ferocity she had not thought of holding back. She had squirted furiously, moaning and cooing, and everyone knew it. Now dazed, Yoru twisted around and licked Ellie's neck, so salty from the ocean, so clean and smelling of sun-tan lotion, sex, and flowers.

Ellie led Yoru to the shallows at the water's edge and pulled her down on top of her. The spent waves gently washed over them, rocking them with the same ocean rhythms that have fostered love dynamics since the beginning of life. It was as delicious as it was unexpected. Her lips had the softness and knowledge of a woman but were thrusting and advancing like a man's.

Ellie's hand covered her mound, secretly, and she told her in IM to be quiet in open chat. She rounded her outside vaginal lips with tender fingertips until Yoru swelled and flowed even more. She darted in to flit over her clit with a free finger, then another, pushing finally two fingers deep inside and hooking them upwards in her, producing fearsome pleasure. She tugged at the panties, got them down, and made Yoru kneel over her face, and she fed from her, as did Yoru, and they drank and drank and drank.

It was all a dreamy fantasy, but what an erotic dream it was. They squirted again, climaxing, then again, together, and then again, shrieking. Afterwards, Yoru whispered to Ellie that the lips of her face felt like the lips of her pussy.

"I have had so much pussy with you licking me," Yoru said, "and I licking you, and touching, seeing, tasting, that my whole body feels like a pussy." She shuddered and breathed deeply, thinking the word "pussy" as she inhaled, and not only thinking pussy, whispering it while breathing in, under her breath. She whispered the word back out and it sounded the same as when she sucked it in, so she tried it again, charmed, all the while sipping her, drinking her, swallowing the emerging flowery ecstasy from between Ellie's legs. Yoru glanced truth in the swirling aftermath of love:

"I am pussy," she moaned in epiphany.

                                                                                                                                            Ellie and Yoru making love at the water's edge

EVOLUTION OF A LOVE-IN ORGY: "EROTICISM+MUSIC"

                                                                                                                                                                       Fenton Maurer
Evolution of the Love-In Orgy

The word "orgy" is in many minds loaded with preconceptions. This is the true story of the Commune Utopia's "MondayLoveday" Love-In Orgy. Please read on to decide for yourself the nature of what we are experiencing, living the Free-Love ideal of a hippy culture that is anything but vanishing.

In the last few weeks the commune orgy has changed from a quiet affair to a bustling party of a profoundly sensuous nature. Intimacy among many remains the constant, whether directly with others or as couples in close proximity to the action. The reason for the change is directly related to hot music. Yoru challenged some DJ and musician friends to make the orgy goers' experience transcend any they had ever had, and they responded splendidly. Every Monday another musicmaker's vision creates an erotic environment, and it continues to amaze us. Together, we have created a musical genre promoting Free Love: "EROTICISM+MUSIC."

The Love-In Orgy has evolved through the transformative power of music and is now much more accessible. Long-standing couples, who earlier avoided the area during the orgy event, are now heard cooing to each other in the tall grasses of adjacent meadows; sex goddesses ravish themselves on the shoulders of the orgy couch, the hungry eyes of voyeuring guests sucking in their naked, unabashed passion; people murmur emotes, their breathless voices blending with trickling water of the creek as feminine rain and masculine seed soak ecstatic lovers.

Many people are helping in this revolution of the senses, including Owl (music source), Sedita (facilities creator), Winston (music consultant), Fritz (chief cuddler), Elfin (erotic animateur), RB (the original "Commune Love In" encourager),  Akiko (fashion consultant and model), and a growing group of DJ's, including Feather, Ekaterina, Foxy, Lazarus Doghouse, and it was Winston who showed us it is possible the first time, DJing the night we called "the Experiment." He rendered the Love-In mad with lust.

And then came a musician...

It was as if lightning had struck the orgy pit amidst the thunder of his music

Mason was our first live orgy event musician. Yoru calls him "Mesmerizing Mason," because he astonished us. At first his voice was  hesitant, glancing over at the writhing nude bodies only a few feet away from the flowers where he was standing strumming his guitar. Grinning so wide it was hard to sing, he told us he was a little nervous streaming live among the lovers. What should he say to the hotly emoting, gorgeous avs to stimulate them even more? He was admittedly distracted by the lovemaking, and what else would you expect from a Hawaiian surf musician who is himself as hot as lava? He promised that he would try to remember the words of the songs he'd picked especially for the orgy event. And then at one point something happened: he lost himself somewhere during the words of a song that went "in and out and in and out and..." Evidently his mind had been transported just by being part of the dynamics of the orgy, and he transported us along with him through his music. Several people climaxed--it was as if lightning had struck the orgy pit amidst the thunder of his music.

Lessons from the orgy pit: touching is a need as basic as water and as frightening as drowning

Yoru had only joined the commune a few days before she was invited to her first orgy. This was before she revived the orgy event and became manager. It was a spontaneous affair, carefree and loving, and she was caught off guard. Who isn't at their first orgy? But she trusted the guy who invited her, so she went and watched a while, and when 4 or 5 participants began emoting erotically, skillfully beyond what she had ever heard, she was intrigued. She leaned in closer, her clothes slipping from her curvaceous av, and "blinked involuntarily as multiple hands pulled her, trancelike, down onto the bed..." http://youryoru.blogspot.com/2013/09/your-first-orgy.html. 

Was it a more than a year ago she had revived the orgy? Truth is, she had waited and waited and another orgy didn't happen, so she decided to make it happen herself. Every Monday since then, Yoru has organized the orgy event. That's a lot of guests with soft, sensitive, yearning skin. As she encouraged them to caress not only each other's sex but also their brave souls, she learned two things: touching is a need as basic as water and as frightening as drowning.

Yoru has maintained from her start as orgy event organizer that no compromises be made in the hard-core nature of the beast. Attendance was steady, if modest, and there were grumbles from non-participants, sometimes cruel. We had a meeting, and the commune affirmed its support. We are on a mission to make love, encourage free love, however you please to phrase the loving concept of the hippy era, as long as it is done with kindness, compassion, and consent.

Averaging 4-6 avs at any one time, there were periods of full house in the orgy pit, with all 6 or 7 slots occupied, but also times of "just the 3 of us." Guess who got to play most in the latter? After a while, people started relaxing, perhaps because they trusted Yoru. It was then that an amazing thing happened.Truth in emotions emerged, an emotional veracity in expressed feelings began appearing in the emotes, which isn't bad, trust me, Yoru has heard enough to read between the lines.

Emotions, when released in a setting of mutual love, respect, and sensual admiration, are powerful aphrodisiacs. After a few weeks of coaxing, call it seduction if you wish, quite a few sunset lovers were seeing noonday sex again. It is tangible proof of the value of the experience when a guy changes his come-on from "I'm too old for sex" to "I have to go I have a date with an amazing woman!" Mission accomplished, but we are only beginning.

Origins of the commune orgy

The word "revived" has been used to describe the commune orgy event because of an interesting circumstance of the commune's beginnings. Currently the commune hosts parties all week long. The beach is dancing room only at Hillie's theme parties, and Owl brings cutting edge live music to us weekly, as does Sunny, who gifts us with music from the rapidly evolving soul of Africa. There are more in this village. Those readers and members who feel the commune is "becoming too much about sex" will perhaps be surprised to hear Sedita's (sedi's) story of the reason she created it in the first place.

"Was there an orgy, Yoru asked, "before I started hosting it?" I told her I had only gone once. "Was it a regularly held event or did it only occur spontaneously? Is there any history about the commune orgies I can add to my blog?"

"When the commune started," Sedita replied, "it wasn't how it is today... people viewed it just as a sex sim and they'd randomly have orgies all the time... I suppose because we knew each other less, so in a way it's easier to have no strings sex with strangers... and there were only about 100 people in the group!"

"Wow I had no idea," I said.

"We always had that love pit, and people used to emote in local with no embarrassment. Some used to voice and cum loudly LOL."

"That's the origin of the description of the commune land as 'SENSUAL DECADENCE' then?" I asked.

She nodded and continued, "But as the commune grew in size, people got embarrassed and shy as closer bonds were formed, and as people met partners here, too... the whole free love thing kind of became a lot less frequent."

I gaped at her, wondering at my own ignorance about the event I had been so actively promoting.

"And then... you came along," she said, "and you re-energised everyone."

Oh, and Yoru should finish this post with an observation. The old saying, "Lightning never strikes the same place twice," seems to be unfounded, because later that night, after the orgy, lightning struck her again as she lay hidden in the tall grass behind the orgy pit.

Zinca's Fantasy Dream (reader contributed story)

                                                                                                                                    Fenton Maurer
(Blogger's note: this is an erotic story my friend Zinca sent me and it is so natural and  hot--it may fire your own dreams tonight --Yoru Lamourfou)

Zinca's Fantasy Dream

by Zinca Xue

I sat alone in the hot tub.....feeling neglected and unwanted. I gasped when a delicate soft hand touched my shoulder and sliding down my arm took hold of my hand. "Come, we are waiting for you," she said as she helped me out of the tub and led me, still wet, up the path towards the orgy pit. Lots of familiar smiling faces greeted me when we arrived at the pit, which was empty. "Lie  down in the middle of it and close your eyes. You must not open them no matter what happens" she said. My mind said "whoa" but my heart said "Obey" and I did. I gasped when my legs were parted and I felt a wet tongue glide over my labia and slip between my lips. Trailing up and down my pussy making me moan as I became aroused and wet. I arch my back..pushing my pussy against her mouth. She nipped my clit..I screamed..she lapped my walls ..I moaned. Suddenly my hair was grabbed and my head pulled back. I opened my mouth to protest. Before I knew it a huge cock was trust down my throat. I heard a command to suck.so I sucked....I squeezed my lips and felt it trobbing....I pulled back so that I could lap his precum....mmmmmm....I teased his peehole  with my tongue...I could hear him grunting. He grabbed my hair to hold my head still and started to fuck my mouth. I was then turned over by strong hands and suddenly I felt  huge cock penetrate my pussy....OMG..it was soo big....opening me...stretching me...filling me. He started to pump me...Ohhhh Godddddd. I then felt spittle being worked into my ass hole by a finger. Suddenly I felt as if I was being stabbed....a huge cock was forced into my tight ass...My body went rigid...I tried to shriek with fright and a searing pain...My mouth was filled with cock so I gagged and choked. My three holes were penetrated by huge cocks at the same time......and I was being simultaneously fucked mercilessly by the three guys. Then I remembered that this was my fantasy dream being realised ......How I had longed to experience being taken by three big sexy men together. I relaxed and surrendered my body to them. Each time they thrust into me I felt as if my brain was exploding....a kaleidoscope of colours flashed before my still closed eyes. Oh God..it was so beautiful....me their sex toy.....fucking me.... fucking meeeeee...then I felt them tense up and they exploded in me.....I felt each cock squirt deep into me. My body spasmed ..my holes clenched hysterically. A tsunami of orgasm flowed over me. I felt them withdraw and I collapsed .....aware of hot cum oozing out of my orifices. I opened my eyes to discover that I was in my rl bed.....I had just had the most incredible dream. But then I became aware of the salty taste of semen in my mouth.....my pussy was open and sticky with semen oozing out and my asshole was dilated and sore. OMG...what had happened to me?...where were they? Who did this to me?........

SHIBARI GIRLFRIEND (1. Something good happened at the orgy last Monday)

                                                                                                                                                                                                      sekiae
SHIBARI GIRLFRIEND: (1. Something good happened at the orgy last Monday)

The old orgy pit was broken again, but thankfully the new orgy "pavilion" next to it was working fine, the poses popping up in twosomes, threesomes, and fours. There are no group poses beyond 4somes, which is a limitation, but there is also a mystery button labeled "everybody gets some," or something like that. Yoru had never explored that last one, and wasn't planning to this evening, either. What does that mean, anyway?

She found out what it meant that night. Something good happened.The old orgy pit could accommodate up to 7 persons, but since it wasn't working she'd have to disappoint guests by making them wait. Or maybe not? She ended up pushing the "mystery" button. Read further to decide for yourself if it was a good thing.

The first person to wander nonchalantly by was a man named Lorenzo who was so handsome in a rough, hot, realistic way that Yoru felt a little frightened of his av. Deep brown skin, shirtless, dark hair down to his shoulders, kewl sunglasses, aaaiiii he turned her on. She knew instinctively that nothing he did was uncalculated. He said he didn't know the commune has a weekly orgy, but did mention he liked Yoru's avi. Of course that was a line, but it was orgy time and well, hmmmm, she'd have a go at a hunk that scared her. He wasn't frightening because he looked like a vampire or that sort of thing, but because he looked like a latino god.

She clicked into a keenly arousing, convincing twosome pose with him. It was a new pose design, depicting her struggling vigorously to resist his cock being forced into her tightly pursed lips. She saw her cheeks jerking left and right, eyes closed tightly shut as if that would prevent the hard slippery dick from eventually penetrating her mouth. 

"Lorenzo forces your lips," he emoted, "to accept his manhood, gripping your long hair in one hand while clasping the base of his cock with the other, swelling to rock-hard, the pre-cum lubricating and pushing aside your struggling lips revealing your clenched teeth, then harshly draws back your hair until you open your mouth to cry out, allowing me to burst through to fill your mouth and throat with cock." 

Yoru was pinned and dare not resist. She should have guessed that all of the other poses would be cutting edge, too, but she was too entranced by her lover's rapid flow of words describing the unfolding scene. Ohhh, he could emote, this warrior of the South American jungles. He relished the force he was using, but was caring in his emotes, and took her complicity in the sexy scene with masculine, romantic gratitude, showing there is honour among thieving lovers. 

Like most avs in SL, she secumbed to the passionate action, immersed in it while still comfortable in her safe home, snug behind her powerful computer. And although she is not naive to the dangers of the universe online, curiously she is also unwilling to forgo the pleasures of taking a smallish risk to tread where she'd rarely go in RL. It's very convenient, and Yoru was soon hanging on his cock and smothering her sensibilities deliciously in his balls.

But even though sex transports Yoru, she is ever mindful of her guests. It is essential when running an orgy to gather as many participants as possible, for it is your duty to the people already attending to bring in more nude revelers. Tame orgies are nice, but bustling, untame ones are nicer, in different ways. Yoru IMed a few friends and called on the group chat, and soon the tactic paid off, for another man arrived, then another. Now there were four in total, 1F & 3M, so Yoru sent out a call for women. It was instantly answered by a very sexy av named Myraka. Yoru's lost lover. 

Myraka had disappeared from SL three months ago, but she often revisited Yoru in vivid wet dreams. Yoru sensed the delicate pussy touching her face and tasted clear feminine fluids dripping into her mouth. She lost all inhibitions as she had always done with Myraka, circling with her tongue the fragrant area just between the pubic hair and the smooth skin of her swollen labia leading to the inside of her pussy, stretching her slender neck up and around to reach more skin, burying herself in perfumed, glowing, blue-black pubic hair. Myraka rocked her hips, increasing the pressure on Yoru’s face, her languid brushing over the girl’s outstretched tongue becoming more urgent, wetter, her thighs shuddering in anticipation. The dream always woke her, wet and wishing to see Myraka again, and now there she was, floating down into the orgy.

Yoru clicked out of the group to free a feminine pose for Myraka, since now they totaled 2 girls and 3 guys. She told Myraka she could take the pink poseball if she didn't mind being the only woman with three men. Wow darling, Myraka jumped on the pose and climaxed almost immediately! Her emotes were so impassioned all of them were affected by her waves of heat. Yoru's long lost girlfriend was back, hotter than ever, what a trooper she is. The emoting was getting sincerely hotter, and that seems to attract attention, because another guy showed up at the pavilion asking if he could join, but Yoru had no poses free. What now?

The only thing Yoru had beyond foursomes was the mystery button. What would you have done? Same as Yoru, you would hit the button to accommodate the newly arrived guest. After all, it is her event, she wants her friends to have fun. Surprise! The mystery button should have been labeled "bukake." In Japanese, this means something like "splashing, while pouring a little too generously." It now also means splashing a single person with many persons' semen. It is a more intense, tougher pose than Yoru usually treats her guests to at the orgy. The old pit simply didn't have this "all hell breaks loose bukake" button, and Yoru quickly IMed Myraka what was happening. She told her that she would switch with her if she wished not to be in the path of the collective cum shower. It is her duty as event hostess, and besides, it was extremely arousing and she wouldn't actually have minded /grins.

"Switch?" Myraka asked, and laughed as she fell to emoting excitedly. It was Yoru's good fortune that the woman whom she had placed in the hot seat of the bukake, entirely by accident, was her darling, uninhibited Myraka. The bukake was a surprise to Yoru, she had not yet explored the mystery button it hid behind, and when suddenly she had no choice but to hit it, she had taken the chance. Naughty Yoru! The untamed orgy had taken a turn in a direction she was still not wholly convinced she wanted to role-play. It is a form of "gang-bang," one either loves it or hates it. Yet the concept that it is inherently inappropriate seems so high-school. Yoru tries to be impartial in these things, it is her way of upholding freedom of sexual expression in the commune. Later she found it was practiced with all genders, but again, here is the rest of the story for you to think about for yourself.

Instantly Myraka loved it. And the men? It took a short while for them to understand their unusual position, or as some would say, their good fortune. When they did, they suddenly empathized with the urgency and depth of feeling Myraka was expressing, and rolled into an exact equal place in their own minds. Emotes ran wild for a while, I will not try to emulate them here, one has to have been there. At that moment the merging of their collective passion ignited a unique, in a way magic situation. It was without doubt the most emotional orgy the commune has hosted in months. Non-participants witnessed it, too: a couple and a single av had moved from the beach area to sit in the two chairs hanging from the trees next to the orgy area. They'd come over to be closer to the unusually ardent bonfire of passion, evidently warmer than the bonfire on the beach :) It was sweet, even endearing, to hear the couple, snuggling in each other's arms monogamously, contentedly, modestly clothed, as they chimed in hot comments about what they were experiencing while watching the completely naked, impassioned group. They absorbed that passion and took it to their own bed that night. 

Everyone understood that they were role-playing a full-blown scene of many men cumming continually, showering down on one writhing, welcoming woman, and that all present were consenting adults swimming willingly in love's sweet currents. It was new to them, all of them they confessed, but they accepted it enthusiastically, perhaps partly because they trust Yoru's experience with hosting orgies.

OMG Yoru! She felt they should know bukake was new to her, too, so she told them. She wondered out loud what she could do to lessen the impact of the hot humiliation, for that of course plays a role in the bukake pose, by "swapping" with Myraka to become herself the object of the manly downpour. In this way she would give Myraka a break, perhaps a moment to clean her face? /evil grin. One female pink pose to 7 male blues, that's a lot of men, but hey, Myraka and Yoru together are a lot of womanpower.  

Myraka simply refused to budge. She didn't find the humiliation humiliating, she found it the embodiment of one of her secret fantasies. Do you have such a fantasy, darling? One guy was deep in her pussy, another was in her mouth, another somewhere Yoru didn't remember, and finally numbers 4 -7, one or two poseballs of which were still free, were standing above her reclining body, cumming in the air, arching white viscous streams onto her breasts and tummy, two on either side. Of course, Yoru wanted to jump in, but she wouldn't look natural spurting cum without a cock, so she put on her strap-on dildo and took the pose. Her delicious pink glitter dildo has a HUD and she began jacking the cum function without pause while caressing her own clitoris. Everyone was cumming. There is something about bukake, let's face it, otherwise why would so many people like it, and why would this group of first-timers accept it so readily? 

Yoru hit the swap button. To her surprise, instead of swapping places, everyone morphed into a different pose. Yoru had been changed to another spot, too, this time pumping her plastic sculptured dick into Myraka's bottom. She thought about how her online dildo somehow fulfills her physical desires in spite of being a doubly fashioned impostor, a surrogate twice removed from reality, yet potent and effective. Yoru hit another swap and found herself under Myraka, facing her, penetrating her from below while Myraka writhed on top. 

That was the second good thing that happened that night, a bonus on top of a bonus, breasts on breasts, nipples on nipples, it was too much for Yoru. She climaxed long and slippery. The deeply satisfying feeling of Myraka's nipples on her own, brushing lightly left and right and back again, rubbing around her areolas precisely so that all four nipples touched, sliding, shivering, sticky. Myraka's upper body was covered in cum, making the contact with Yoru's breasts blithely fluid, the semen acting as lubrication for their unification. They pushed the plumping feminine hills together, firm skin squishing fourfold mounds white, bloodless, bursting, until the puckered peaks ignited a passion that welled up from the deepest part of their genitals, scorching the interiors of their beings, lava-like in its fury. The group's mutual climaxes were driven by the quadruple contact of life's most precious fountains of love. Yoru had complete possession of another woman's swollen nipples at last, having yearned for them since her earliest sexual awakenings. The tender nipples generated such incredible passion in Yoru's chest she felt it made her heart flee for its life, ending up beating in her pussy. 

[Next: SHIBARI GIRLFRIEND: (2. A visit to the dojo)]

SWEET KISS FROM A NEW LOVER

                                                                                                                                                 Fenton Maurer

ORGY STARTING-COME LOVE AND BE LOVED-HOT NEW LOVE POSES!
Mon, Jan 20 2014 4:34:10 PM PST

For you a sweet kiss:

"She pushed the chocolate back into his eager mouth and their tongues met, rolling together, pursuing the shrinking sweetness. It was becoming a spent object of love, shedding its viscous layers, warming in the intimate game of chase, and as the chocolate melted, it dissolved  into desire itself. They kissed long after the chocolate was gone, after the taste of it had dissipated, agonizing in the sweetness of each other." http://youryoru.blogspot.com/2013/07/ironman-christmas.html

ATTENDANCE at the MondayLoveday orgies has been good. Lots of people jumping in, emoting, or just chatting, saying"hi" --it's quite an experience however you "view" it!

Of course orgies are not "viewed" the same by everyone, and our hippie-era Love-In orgies represent but 1 of many freedoms the commune cherishes and respects. And now guess what?! Sedi added a pretty pavilion next door with some clever 2somes, 3-4 somes, and "All do it" poses! Hmmm... all do it...

And try 2 cute chairs to watch from :)

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (5: Photo-shoot of the beyond)

                                                                                                              "blinded" by TheaMaiman 
A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (5: Photo-shoot of the beyond)

She moved over to him, knelt at his feet, and came with him, both still fully clothed. This was something beyond Yoru's experience, but there was no doubt about it: Lorenzo had climaxed copiously, and Yoru was a mess. With barely a pause she slipped effortlessly into a fantasy of her own, "talking" him along with her:

She forced-stripped him, admiring his erection so soon returned, but told him she needed only his face for the moment. She emoted herself with spread knees above his head, pinning him by his short, auburn hair with one hand, holding him straight up as she pressed her naked vagina onto his mouth. Rotating her hips, she felt an upward rush of emotion-laden, comfort-giving, enveloping pleasure, his hungry tongue giving her a perfect blend of physical heat and emotional depth, the supreme snuggle of pure sexual pleasure between mutually adoring adults. She forced him, cooing and breathing rapidly, to give her tongue-cum. He groaned as she shrieked in satisfaction and tightened her thighs, and although his groans led to no ejaculation, he climaxed repeatedly nevertheless, mini-climaxes much like those of a woman, ascending in arches of searing, cock-originated ecstasy that left him begging. Happy realization, multiple climaxes, a step on the path to enlightenment for a man. 

His hands were tied behind him so that he could not escape the continuing flow of her liquids down his throat, and she smeared his nose and cheeks and forehead and chin with it, transporting his mind. But did it go too far? She began hitting the cum button on his virtual cock, and as she came at home, squirting on her towel, so she mashed the button of his manhood, so erect and willing. It pulsed vividly, his entire lower body throbbing realistically, electronically, and with just the right positioning of the poses she had him in her mouth, drinking him in an unending flow she herself controlled. And she easily put his mouth in just the right pose as well, spraying her feminine essence, delicious human love secretions, into his inhaling soul. 

The unnaturally recurring, virtual throb of semen combined with her natural squirt at home propelled them to a higher arousal, the lightning pulses of pleasure pushed them closer to ecstasy, flashing optical nerves, searing genitals, and they came together again.

"It is as though I were blindfolded as before," she whispered in his direction afterwards, "for the clothing deprives my eyes of the deeply satisfying, brilliant display I desire. Your refusal to be nude with me casts my mind into unlit wanderings whose depraved nature is made more potently attractive by sheer animal attraction. It is a power that draws bodies together. Concealing the luscious skin adorning the body of your avatar, behold, you are blindfolded by the same conventions, of your own choice."

And so the sexual "hands-off" of the photo-shoot was much like being bound, the constraints of distance were handcuffs, grown familiar through the months of remote arousal. They were enabling her to leap into an exciting fantasy that would take her to her final, intense climax of the afternoon. He had prepared her vagina for many lovers, and she needed them now to enter her mind in a glut of masculinity.

"Ten cocks make the icing on my cake," she confided, smiling sheepishly. "You will watch me masturbate? I take them all, I revel in their potent curving erectness, I suck each in delight and admiration of the beauty of the male organ of love, thrusting up from the core of man. My cake is a series of climaxes, erotic, blissful events, but the icing is like flying." 

And so he watched, stunned at this capricious creature's capacity for love.

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (4: The consummate photographic climax)

                                                                                                                                                                          "the sun and the moon" by TheaMaiman 

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (4: The consummate photographic climax)

"She fought against her desire to fall at his feet. Ridiculous to be so happy." ~~D.H. Lawrence, The Lost Girl

Lorenzo sat on the horizontal trunk of a fallen tree watching the transformative beauty of Yoru in the little meadow from just a few feet away, not from across the commune sim as he had always voyeured her. It was close enough to virtually touch her. And for the first time in her Second Life, Yoru had removed her self-imposed blindfold to reveal her most ardent admirer. She gazed at his sculptured, Mediterranean face, and before she could stop herself she gasped: "At last I have you! I want to kiss you."

"Whatever you want..." he replied smoothly, "kissing you... yes, a very good idea, but still I have no idea about how do those pictures. I want first to see how you like to dress yourself. Strip and change, I love to see how girls see themselves. Let's play... how do you imagine I would like to see a girl like you?" 

Yoru realized he was eluding her as he had done for months, and even though he was here in front of her, he made no move to undress. His power of elusion was unfailing. She told herself he is a man who finishes his work first and plays after. But Yoru was mistaken, for he was past all that. He was having it all. 

She paused. "You are an Italian gentleman," she whispered carefully in his direction, "perhaps you like classical beauty?" 

"Traditional ladies know how to be very sensual," he agreed.

Yoru chose a long, shimmering, light lime-green gown with dainty black heels for dancing. After it had entirely rezzed, the gown flowed elegantly down her body, accentuating and falling dramatically over the curves of her breasts.  

"Special, very classy," he muttered in a voice that had dropped to a lower, huskier tone, "your breasts are strongly appealing." 

"Are they, darling? Shall I take off the top?"

"No," he grinned, "I saw them flash by, softly rounded, tattooed black with a twisting dragon that increases the perception of curvature, as the upper portion of your evening gown cloaked your ivory shoulders." He missed nothing.

"This is my most comfortable outfit," Yoru cooed, slipping into a colorful teal latex bodysuit. She left her Japanese headband on.

"Ohh, yes, your Asian clothing is my favoured, very sensual."

"This is how I would lounge at home on the bed with my Italian boyfriend *sigh* if only I had one..."

"Ohh, in NY there are many to choose from," he teased her,  his tone softening. 

"I don't want them, I want you," she quipped, and thought to herself: "That surely makes it clear I want him now." But he said nothing, and so she continued stripping.

"And this I wear when I go dancing in blues clubs. I prefer platinum blond hair with this sheer, silver-gray gown and transparent panties..."

"Naaa, Japanese are dark ... not blonde! lol" 

"Yes, darling," she said, "my RL hair is blue-black, sometimes I make it chocolate sunburnt brunette, too. But modern Asian girls are pushing stereotypes aside, sometimes deliciously, sometimes indelicately, but decidedly aside. Twenty Second Century girls with attitudes, like me."

"Oh?"

"Yes," she affirmed, "if being platinum blond makes me feel sexier than white-hot flowing Hawaiian lava, is it not to your advantage, chéri? When such bright heat spills into the ocean of your desire it will burst, hissing and wailing, and you will be like exploding rock, rending and groaning..."

Lorenzo gulped some of his coffee.

"This is very me, it is the strategy my life , like the RL me, sitting in my computer chair right now. When I dye my hair the shining blondness contrasts strongly with my naturally dark eyes, drawing your gaze to my face, and so I hold you steadily with my eyes while I penetrate your soul with furtive words, and when I tip my forehead down as though to look at my own body, your gaze tips automatically along with mine to glide falling along the swelling breasts, viewer touching closely the dusky, dimpled nipples, spilling down, down through my cleavage, traveling a clear passage along my flat tummy onwards to points south where all men want to go."

Her words tripped Lorenzo's mind into a fantasy:

"Yoru, I see your body pressed lusciously against me, and you kiss me as I lay panting from the exhaustion of life. To the disorientation of my aging mind you bring sweet, young love. I see myself sitting in a train, now alone on an endless night, the constant shaking and roaring of the steel wheels and squealing tracks putting me in a daze, and I drift into a fantasy that I am writing you a love letter as the rest of the world flashes by my dark window. In the letter I describe how your nude pussy trembles expectantly, dark pubic fluff offered for my hand to caress, hidden velveteen violet clitoris pressed forward for my tongue to lick, and I swallow juices dripping free from the entrance of the glistening channel to your aqueous, banshee sex."

Yoru squirmed in her chair.

"Your naked presence pushes me into the curious frame of mind of floating in unfiltered, fluid femininity, not just because your juices are on my lips and cheeks, but also your sexual essence is in the air I inhale, the oxygen blending with the sweet musky vapours of the vaginal dew that I have swallowed, passing through my nose and throat, the moisture of your swollen pussy, the heady scent of your sex mixing with the pheromones of your perfume, it all penetrates to the most recessed vessels of my lungs and from there is absorbed into my blood, the clear moistness of your pussy thus transforms into the red fluid of life that carries your spirit beyond all boundaries to everywhere in my body and being." 

She moved over to him, knelt at his feet, and came with him, both still fully clothed.

(Writer's note: Still to come 5: Photoshoot of the beyond.)

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (3: The artist makes love like no other)

                                                                                                                                                                 "Don't die before I do" by TheaMaiman

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (3: The artist makes love like no other)

Yoru stood spellbound: she had done it. The stage was set. They had agreed to wait until they both had time to make love at a luxuriously languid pace, and that day had now come. 

For many months she had cradled Lorenzo through his needy eyes, laid his voluptuous mind in her virtual lap close to the heat of her sexuality. And at last, she had her phantom voyeur close to her. He called it a photo shoot, but it was the beginning of a rare kind of love in the afternoon. 

"At your orders, my dear teacher of love!" Lorenzo said. He doesn't kid while he jokes, he is a serious man with a sense of humour. Yoru realized that her offer of virtually physical lovemaking had been accepted, and she thought to herself: "An Italian man with a good heart and artistic character... it is very attractive."

They had an hour together, he in Europe, Yoru in America, as close as words and images could bring them. Finally she would see his avatar's body, and he would embrace her as a man, not just as sexy text on a screen. Or would he?

"Maybe you could inspire me," Lorenzo whispered, "an Asian girl with a smart brain and a sensual soul .. that is what a man dreams of. Let me photograph your avatar for a special series."

"A photo shoot?" Yoru asked, wondering if he meant it.

"Yes," he answered, "follow me." 

He had transported her to a lush island, covering a whole sim, populated with log-fire animations, slithering animals, and a blue waterfall. He stood tall and handsome with wavy auburn hair in a classic cut Italian sports jacket. Yoru was thinking, "Isn't it understood what we are going to do?" 

"You look so nice," he offered as they climbed to a flowery meadow overlooking the ocean. 

Yoru tried again: "Do you want to shoot pictures or ... swim? What do you want to do, my honey-words Lorenzo?"

"Not enough time for photos," he replied, ignoring her obvious implication, "and I'm not sure how I want to photograph you, whether I want to see you well... half nude... lol, with pink headphones and naked breasts ... I want to know you better before making photos."

"Know me VERY better?" Yoru grinned.

"Yes!" 

He played along so beautifully. Sometimes he said a lot, sometimes not much, but what he said was always hot and at the right moment. 

"I want you, Yoru, as I have always had you: changing clothes before me, fleetingly, swiftly, uncaring who watches you stripping or whether or not they are quick enough to catch your special offerings, your dripping pearls of secretion like reflected starlight blinking through drifting raindrops falling from between your legs, vanishing into the night, flashing before crashing into the darkness of the earth like liquid comets rushing down from an eternally feminine universe."

Fuck. And that wasn't all he said: "But this time, I have an hour to drown in your flow of love. I want you to change every outfit you have for me, here in this sunny meadow as the butterflies wing by shedding color to adorn your pretty curves. And we shall decide how to photograph you to reveal your subtleties."

Yoru couldn't talk. She knew she must seduce him with her images, and without struggling further she began at the top of her list of outfits in alphabetical order to strip for her voyeur lover. 



(Writer's note: still to come: A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (4: The consummate photographic experience &  5: Shibari girlfriend)

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (2: The Voyeur)

                                                                                                                                                                          "save me" by TheaMaiman

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (2: The Voyeur)

Yoru felt exhilarated after riding such a magic, malleable male, but her second "love-stop" that afternoon completed her own transformation into a magical virtual woman. An artist named Lorenzo made love to her in a way that was different from any other. 

Yoru had long known she had a phantom lover, a voyeur who watched her from afar. He was not a stalker, for he had politely introduced himself in an Instant Message, asking if he might gaze at her from the other side of the commune while she changed clothes. Her island shack is a single flimsy room where anyone can look easily in through the windows, or shift the viewer for full frontal effect, at any time. Few people ask if they may "perve," as some call it, they simply focus their viewer on whomever they wish without a word of warning. For a master voyeur, Second Life is paradise. 

And Yoru is for master voyeurs a mistress exhibitionist. She was in the habit of welcoming such voyeurs, treating them kindly, adding as she changed a certain extra strip of pretty flesh with pubic hair, a glance at her intimate spots to please them, revealing her sex in a flashing moment that held the watchers' gaze like gravity between massive bodies of desire. Needless to say, Yoru was delighted that such a man, an artist from Southern Europe, let's call it Italy, would want precisely her avatar to satisfy his visual thirst for female beauty. 

"Lorenzo's getting off on my av," she thought, and agreed warmly to be his len's object of lustful focus. "But will we ever meet really, with our avs? Just for a kiss?" Yoru rarely forgets to ask for an embrace.

"Maybe," was his reply. 

But they never met. Lorenzo's background existence became a part of her world. She wondered what he looked like, and of course she could use her viewer as he did, but she didn't. For her it was part of the mystique of the man. It was as if Yoru were willingly blindfolded.

Which isn't to say they didn't become friends. Often, as she rushed from the club where she dances, or to an event she promised to visit, or to wherever her current lovers wanted her, she would pop in to change outfits before teleporting out again. When he was on the island he always whispered something sexy in her ear about her dress, or her stockings, you know, things that make you feel good about being in your skin. Soon Yoru began yearning for his IMs. He was adding substance to her Second Life.

"Good afternoon, Yoru," he would purr while she was rezzing in her little shack, changing into yet another outfit that barely contained her pubic hairs and most likely failed to cover her nipples as well. "You see, you are not escaping my voyeur eyes... Your hair, so long and blue-black and lush, draping your pretty curved buttocks. Can you get those panties in transparent?" *smiles*

"Hey :)" she would say, "Welcome my artist, and thank you for mentioning you are there once more." Although she never told him, she had come to instantly feel a rush of burning wetness welling up between the sleeping lips of her pussy whenever he told her he was watching her, rendering it slightly sticky down there. These chance meetings in the chatbox continued for months, moistening her panties just a little, never allowing her to mix his sensuality with her own. Finally, as always, Yoru could no longer help herself, could not bear his distance, his visual absence, his denial of her eyes while she reeled from the smoldering hot presence in her ears.

"I adore your body in black," Lorenzo had said one day. "Hello again, I'm peeping you ... (blushes) ...  my Japanese angel."

Yoru was riveted and hadn't even started to reply when his next IM hit her in her most sensitive spot, her desire for bondage. 

"Every Italian should have such a divine being tightly wrapped in black, finest silk, for throwing in the back of his Alpha Romeo and escaping with to a lover's tryst!"

She at last blurted out her feelings: "I would truly love to make love with you, Lorenzo."

He paused but gave her a smile."Oh, I'm at work, so it would be a little awkward, but I logged in just to greet you, I admit." 

"Awww," Yoru's voice cracked a little, "that makes me feel good. You want to voyeur me and I love it. We are a good match, artistically I mean. "

He grinned, "I wanted to ask you to model for me in a photoshoot, but I would be at your disposal to match you also in another way :-)" 

Yoru's instincts thrilled in the intricate channels of her ears before the full transmission of the words even reached her brain. He would look good, seriously good, nude. She shot back boldly, "I want to see you naked." What else would have been honest?

After a pause, as though giving it some thought: "OK. But I love going slowly, it is like Zen to my mind. It will be my pleasure to discover you slowly and to learn from you at the same time." 

Yoru stood spellbound: she had done it. The stage was set.

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (1: Male stripper)

                                                                                                                                                           Fenton Maurer

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (1: Male stripper)

"... her dripping pearls of secretion were like reflected starlight blinking through drifting raindrops falling from between her legs, vanishing into the night, flashing before crashing into the darkness of the earth like liquid comets rushing down from an eternally feminine universe."

Whimsical, flighty, unpredictable Yoru was free that sunny afternoon, and she decided to log-on for love. She was surprised at how much she got. 

Before Yoru had even rezzed, George, a male stripper who gives women what they want, had IMed her. He had been begging for weeks, this woman-service man. He seemed to Yoru much like the contented, blue-feathered bird she kept in a cage in her room, not at all like the quickly darting butterflies in her garden. They are free, but such a manboy seeks a woman's chains, seeks to become the forced object of sensual pleasure of a voluptuous captor. It is as though he wishes the opposite of his Real Life, for in the lair of the Mistress, he is at last able to let his legs fall apart "like a girl."

There is something very attractive about such naïveté... or is it clever surrender?

The men were all nude where he transported her, but she noticed the females present were without exception clothed. Before inviting her there, George had explained that he couldn't strip for her because the men had to obey rules, and strict nudity was number one. Yoru dislikes landing in n00bie joints where plastic erections prance in front of wooden avs, but these all had multi-toned, sculpted cocks hanging, dangling deliciously low between the muscular thighs of hot male avs designed for and devoted to serving the demanding women around them. George had been begging her a long time, and at last he had the Mistress he most desired in the house where he worked. For Yoru he would do anything, free of charge, and so he did. 

She took his balls in her hands and stopped him cold. "Climb on the pole and spread your legs," Yoru said, pushing him over to the dancing animation in front of her chair. She held on to his balls a little too long, stretching the scrotum and forcing the nuts inside to adjust in a bind, startling him. "Dance for me or I smack your butt hard next time." His body fairly sucked up onto the pole in adoration as he shimmied and slid and spiraled with his legs wide, shamelessly exhilarated. His package, exposed in its multi-veined, rippling, realistic skin, protruded awkwardly, ganglia gone goofy :) Still, he had a lot of nice pixels down there.

She had control of the HUD and made sure he earned his reward of pussy. Voluptuous Yoru had been a bisexual switch since birth as far as she could determine, and knew just what to do. She was good to him, it is that easy to explain, good... and in control. She allowed him to drink her honey, "forcing" him to lick the  slit of flesh most wanted, desired, most feverishly sought after in all the beds on earth. Forcing such sweet hairy moistening pussy upon an ardent manboy lover of such delicate sensibilities is an act of the goddess. And that is what we all are, darling sisters, divine when we give, devilish when we take. 

Yoru was beginning to notice nice things happening, like when George skillfully role-played his delight when she nestled lusciously on his face. He made it sound as good as it actually felt.  "Your flower," he whispered, "is soft as wet silk, and my tongue is burning with pleasure lapping your purple swollen clitorus... press your pussy harder, faster on my face, I am cumming as you squirt, please please, in my mouth." This was more than a exotic dance, and once she appreciated how hot he was, she decided to climb up on him and let him take her.

She reached down once more and gripped his balls, then pinched  the stalk of his cock down where it entered his torso between his scrotum and his anus, deep-stroking his very taproot with her right hand, then squeezed his balls into a tight sack with two bulges and held them there firmly. Yoru's left hand held his hair tightly, propping herself above him and jerking his head occasionally to get a firmer grip on his hair. She saw him wince, it must have hurt his scalp a little, and she cooed in his ear she would let him free once she had him inside her. Her hand circled him so tightly his cock swelled to a state of unbendable, and Yoru pushed her pelvis down easily to the spot of best leverage, betraying her experience, and released her knees outward, sliding him silently, serenely, sweetly into her, deep into the sopping silky flesh of a woman in perpetual heat's swollen pussy. She continued squeezing his balls gently so as not to interrupt the feelings of bound pleasure he was experiencing, massaging the roots of his sexuality, exerting the exact amount of pressure to keep him in ecstasy without plunging him into pain. The edge was where he wanted to be, and Yoru got him there. 

He begged and begged and then he got. 

What is it, Yoru wondered while they cuddled, that drives such a delicious being, whether male or female, to want to be sexually enslaved, unless it is because s/he is already a slave of sex? It is a silly concept. Real slavery is of course to be abhorred, but there exists an undeniable urge to be taken and used sexually among adults that is, when consensual, natural and necessary for a balanced mind and spirit. It is the result of the evolution of everything. The term "sex addict" is meaningless and absurd except in the most extreme cases, for without the urge to survive, to procreate, we would not be here at all. 

Every one of us is thus the product of millions of years of fucking each other and ourselves. As a being, we are evolution's tool of desire. Could anything less than sublime, utter heart-and-genital desire drive a climax so many millions of years? Imagine the intensity of the orgasms in all those hot moments of pleasure, countless tiny spurts of cum in unending space, in deathless succession, connecting to glassy, essential eggs throughout a progression from elements adrift in the cosmos to single cells, immobile vegetables, to eventually animate amoeba with their clever use of flowing water to make themselves lords of all unmoving protein, all the way to a sexy, exotic man named George on his knees. 

We little beings of evolution searched and drank and ate and sometimes clutched each other in love, and we sought ever sweeter apparitions as we swam and crawled, encountering and engaging new naked bodies. We learned to discern the delicious from the merely palatable, and pursued avidly. Surprises were to be had, for as time became endless the amoeba grew prettier, ever more inventive, attaching sweet organs producing powerful scents to guide lovers to them in the night, in the darkness of vein-like tubes where semen now swims in eager gangs of marauders, thrusting their entire single-celled-selves into the chaotic invasion of life. 

It was still early afternoon. Yoru felt exhilarated after riding such a magic, malleable male, but not exhausted :) 

AFTERWORD: 

(Writer's note: Howard, our creative writing teacher at the Commune Utopia, gave me the following feedback when asked if the last three paragraphs made sense:)

[19:54] howard (howard.plutonian): It's a poetic musing on sex and its history.  It rambles a bit... the only connection is that its all about sex.  That being said, it's poetically done, and has very cool imagery of erotcism and science blended together, so you are definitely on to something...

It's a kind of erotic science dream, ... the last two paragraphs by themselves totally work. What you have is a paragraph that starts going in one direction, then two paragraphs that explode like a drug-induced erotic science dream.  I think those last two paragraphs are interesting... some of the sentences in the last two make really compelling statements, so keep it up!

[20:08] Yoru Lamourfou: *hugs* you are still my teacher
[20:12] howard (howard.plutonian): ~~hugs~~ :)