Chapter 1

I’d been absent for quite a while, thinking too much. Decided to return. My role as The Lover Of Goddesses sustained on its own merits. It seemed, sort of, a refusing to die romantic memory for people and I’d been left with all the attributes given me by the sisters at the Dairy of Desire.

Strangely there was a movement, in what I referred to as Daily World, a mindset among Power desiring a return to the past. Nostalgia had taken the law to new levels. Oddly it was vastly unpopular but sticky like an unwelcome glue. They were delegating sexual behavior in all respects, which, who, how, and revolt seemed a possibility.

So I came out of hiding to continue my role as the dairy livestock, the giver of pleasure. I had nothing to lose, no dangers involved.

I was forever disease free and infertile with more techniques taught to me by the creatures who created me. I could satisfy like no other human. It’s what I did for either gender on two legs; I was ready. And what would come of my return to focus? That remained to be seen. Yes, I was apprehensive.

When the sisters succeeded fulfilling their role, destiny allowed them to transition to a higher plane of existence. They survived the otherwise fate of annihilation because of what we did together, their choice, and I was left alone at the dairy, likely to be a slave kept by the owner. But I escaped, ran and returned to the Swill sisters. They had been impromptu lovers, as chance would have it, when I was tattooed by their mother, marked with ID required for all livestock. They were the only choice I had to hide from being caught and taken back to the dairy.

[The Swill sisters’ gently arousing mother Mabel playing with me on the tattoo table after giving me the required ID on my sore head]

We were lovers for a while. But that’s another story, another transition. In time we would start businesses together, all having to do with safe sex.

[With a phone call from their mother, the twins arrived to do me on the table as well until their boyfriends showed up]

I was to find my powers, given by the sisters at the dairy, and they still existed, in fact enhanced in time. The promise of forgotten did not wipe out my powers or memories of my sister goddess lovers. I could transition also, here, there, into the future and back, not to follow them to their kind of heaven but just around. It was fun. The abilities were impressive indeed. And it’s what gave me the impetus to return to my duties as the giver of pleasure, the Lover of Goddesses. I could visit with intercourse and shift off to another need before returning, if desired, with no loss of time.

What I’d been taught to do as their livestock, while also learning how to milk cows, would be put to good use once again. But this time it was an effort to save Humanity from its own indulgences in seizures gripped to the past. It was simply time for responsible fucking freedom, including me.

[The Dairy: Even after a full day of servicing and milking, public interest never waned, no matter how I appeared]