Uninhibited

“Would you like me more if I weren’t so inhibited?” she asks.

Nils’ brow furls. “You? Inhibited? I don’t think you are.”

“But I am,” Naomi insists.

“For example?” Nils asks.

“When we make love,” she says.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Nils says. “You hold back?”

“No. Not that.”

“Then what?”

Naomi delays telling.

“You’re shy of saying?” Nils says. “Inhibited.”

“Yes, but no,” she answers.

“I don’t understand,” Nils says.

“When we make love it’s just us—in private.”

“So you’re saying you might wish to be observed?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Might it not make it more exciting?”

“And who would these observers be? Friends? Strangers?”

Naomi shrugs. “Random people, I suppose.”

“But it’s not a gang bang or anything like that,” Nils qualifies.

“No, nothing like that,” Naomi confirms.

She looks at him slyly. “Are you game?”

Nils finds he can’t answer.

“Or is it you who are inhibited?”

“You’re teasing me,” he tells her.

“Maybe a little,” she says. “But what if we just step out onto the porch. Naked. Onto the front walk. And we lie down together, you on top, your big cock in my little hand. And I stroke it. Slow at first. Then faster. Firmer. Faster and firmer. Until your seed leaps from your penis slit. Jolt after jolt of creamy cum. And splashes down everywhere. My tits. My face. My hair. And all the neighbors and passers-by watch, mesmerized. Wouldn’t that be so fine? So fun? So exciting.”

Naomi has Nils’ erection in hand. She’s stroking it. Slow, loving strokes. Guiding it toward...

“But maybe,” she says, pausing, a naughty gleam in her eye, “maybe we should practice here on the living room rug first.”

Thoughts on “H_bited”

First the young couple cohabited,
sharing their tiny apartment.
They craved, saved and finally inhabited
a house with so many places to creatively conjugate*
they forgot to pull down shades.
Their inhibited neighbor was appalled,
complaining loudly and publicly about
the couple’s uninhibited coupling.

(*the biologic perversion meaning to become temporarily united to exchange genetic material)

--poem by Auguste Hand

Unseeded

“Right now you’re unseeded,” Director Rolf told Naomi, “but don’t worry, I will personally take care of seeding you.”

Untied

Naomi was curious about bondage, so she asked Nils about it.

“What is the nature of your curiosity?” Nils asked.

“Well, I’m just wondering what if I was tied up so I couldn’t move and then someone fucked me and fucked me until I couldn’t stop coming.”

“Shall we give it a try?” Nils said.

Naomi nodded.

“Okay, but there is one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“We don’t have any rope.”

“Oh.”

“Also,” Nils continued, “even if we had rope, the bed has no bedposts for fastening.”

“Oh.”

“But we could pretend. Lie on the bed and spread your arms and legs and make believe you’re securely bound.”

They gave it a try.

Naomi lay on the bed on her back and spread her arms and legs. Nils mounted her and fucked her and fucked her. Naomi came and came.

“Whew, that was so good. I love this kind of bondage,” Naomi exclaimed. “But now I have to go pee, so could you untie me?”