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Telepathy, and the biggest O of all time.
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Telepathy, and the biggest O of all time. I had this idea a while ago, and not long ago I was reading some research which suggested that one day, in the future it may be possible for people to download their minds onto a computer and so go on living... Well it isn't much of a stretch from a computer to say an MP3 player, and it isn't much of a stretch from downloading your mind, to uploading your feelings, and so I wrote this story..... Joanne stood the X-Box on the bedside table and turned the switch to empathic mode. She looked nervously at Alan, wondering whether they were taking a terrible risk. As far as she knew no one had ever tried doing this before. But Alan's mind was beyond being nervous; he was dangerously exhilarated by excitement. When Alan had met Joanne at the medical research institute there had been an instant attraction. It wasn't so much her looks, although Alan would have been the first to admit that she was stunningly pretty. She had straight blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her National Heath glasses looked oddly out of place on her perfectly shaped face, and her slim neck led to a sharply starched white neckline that showed just enough cleavage to hint at her impossibly rounded breasts. Real tissue growth stem-cell implanting had come a long way since he had worked on its development back in 2087 he had thought. She was a psychologist; he was a neuro-computer technician. Together they had worked on the first empathic diagnostic scanners in the nineties. The success of their collaboration had made them both money, and had helped cure thousands. A computer program that could sense a patient’s illness from reading their brainwave patterns. A machine which could feel what the patient was feeling. But they both knew they could do so much more. Suppose those brain patterns could be relayed to another’s brain, a doctor’s brain, so that questions like “Does this hurt?” would be superfluous. Such was Alan’s hunger for success and so acute his eye for neuro-sensor design, that second generation empathic translators were state of the art diagnostic machines by the turn of the twenty second century. But for Joanne, another hunger was beginning to direct her work. She was empathic naturally. It was that which had attracted Alan. She loved to know what someone else was feeling. And she was sensual; she never feared her own feelings. The first time they made love Alan gazed in wonder into the sky blue of her eyes and felt as if she were seeing into his dreams. Once she had used the neuro-sensor on him during sex, there was nothing else worth doing. If “does this hurt” could become superfluous, so could “does this feel good.” But the neuro-sensor only worked in one direction. The X-box was special. One electrode for each person’s temple, it created a cross-flow of feelings between two people. It effectively linked two peoples’ minds. In empathic mode it prevented actual thoughts from being transferred, but allowed feeling, both mental and physical, to flow each way between two people. Joanne reached out and touched Alan’s face, and almost flinched as an invisible hand, her own hand, touched hers. She touched her finger to his lips and felt a surge of desire through her body as her own lips thrilled to her touch. “Kiss me,” she whispered, and the beating of his heart thumped in her chest. He leaned forward. He could feel her lust, or was it his own, spreading through his veins, and when their lips met it was as if nothing else in the world existed. Their tongues played over each other and their minds met, filled with each others heat. Joanne felt something strange below her belly, a power, a weight she had never felt before. He knew that feeling, an awareness of his balls,just feeling that they were there, his maleness. Joanne,cupped her hand under them and felt the power in her own groin. She felt him harden against her and realized her clitoris felt as if it was a cock, big and hard instead of small and sensitive. She rubbed her body against him and felt a satisfying friction. Then she felt something extra. It was her own sensation coming back from him. Her clit was hardening, but at the same time she sensed his awe at feeling the tiny intense bud aching to be touched, tongued and rubbed. She licked her finger, slid her hand between her legs and rubbed herself. He gasped. “Oh my God, that’s what you’re feeling,” he groaned, “rub yourself harder.” “Not exactly harder,” she said, but like this,” and she arched her own back in pleasure as the exquisite shocks flowed through her. She ran her finger round her clit in a circle, then slipped two fingers inside herself and gently pushed them against her G-spot. He could feel the wetness on her fingers as he had felt it on his own so often before. But this time he could feel them inside him pressing against that incredible spot. “You try,” she said with a smile, replacing her hand with his. His fingers moved as if they were hers; from each touch he knew what she wanted because he could feel it. She slid down the bed, then looked back at him, blonde hair across her face like a veil. He knew what was coming; she didn’t. She took his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip. Her whole body stiffened and she gasped for breath. “OH GOD,” she breathed, “that feels incredible.” Joanne’s mouth closed around him again and she was lost to it. She slid him to the back of her throat and tried to swallow him, her body jerking convulsively as the X-Box fed her thrills from his body. She hunched over him and slid him in and out, always as deep as she could take him, her tongue lapping insatiably at him, finding the most sensitive parts. His fingers were bringing her close to orgasm, but he kept her waiting, he could feel her there, just on the edge. But he had no such control over his own climax, and she was in no mood to wait. Harder and harder she gulped him down her throat until she could feel the point of release building. It was as if his cock and her clitoris had become one enflamed throbbing entity, crashing headlong to the biggest O of all time. “AHHHHH,” they both yelled out as his come splashed over her face, before she swallowed him down again and he felt her orgasm flood through his own body. It was almost too much. Joanne switched off the X-Box a few minutes later. They had basked in each other’s after-glow, but there came a point when their minds needed the rest of being alone. “It will never be the same without it,” he said when he had gathered some of his own thoughts. “No,” she said, “no it won’t.” She picked up the Box, put her lips to one of his nipples, and flicked the switch. I’m not altogether happy with this ending, and originally I had the idea that they would both die horribly, suffering some kind of sensory overload which fried their brains, but then I couldn’t bring myself to write it. I never did approve of those formulaic horror movies where anyone who has good sex gets slashered or eaten by the shark, and I wanted to send my readers to bed horny, not scared, so I have left Alan and Joanne enjoying their technology enhanced affair in peace. Unless someone else has a better Idea? |
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10/31/2006 8:46 am |
Well your footnotes calls for a laugh, since it reminds me of mice (I don't know if it is ONLY a specific type of mice or all mice kind) that die of too much happiness after a season of mating... so... LOL! YET, the entire story leaves me aching for more... more for myself. I have been longing for the touch of a man who can just nearly read my mind and would be in tune with my feelings to know what, exactly, to do next... I guess I just have to say... you WOULD have been a good teacher... shame for being oceans apart...
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Well your footnotes calls for a laugh, since it reminds me of mice (I don't know if it is ONLY a specific type of mice or all mice kind) that die of too much happiness after a season of mating... so... LOL! YET, the entire story leaves me aching for more... more for myself. I have been longing for the touch of a man who can just nearly read my mind and would be in tune with my feelings to know what, exactly, to do next... I guess I just have to say... you WOULD have been a good teacher... shame for being oceans apart...
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10/31/2006 1:56 pm |
Is this true of mice?! Poor mice, I had no idea. Death by orgasm...not a bad way to go I suppose. Most salmon die after mating too, we are sooooo lucky! How the hell was I supposed to know there would be such topics on Animal channel show to watch for... So... although I changed the channel but taped it and watched it later myself... it was amazing... Though I don't have a good memory, as I said, I am not sure if it is true about all mice kind or it is narrowed down to a specific species of mice... but they do keep at it for a while... as they were showing it on TV as well... LOL and then they die after wards... I think the same is true amongst some insects as well... Ohhhh... well we are lucky that we are not amongst THAT kind... 
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Well I could tell you what like although you probably know most of this already.. Most importantly, (I'm sure you know this!) Teeth! Teeth must not touch the head of the penis as this HURTS! On the shaft it's ok, but even a light touch on the head feels like a saw blade! I think it works best if I am on my back with my partner between my legs, or alternatively if she lies back propped up against something and I have a leg either side of her breasts. This is because it allows access for her tongue to work the underside of my cock just behind the head. (I believe this is called the frenulum, and I think we should find another name for it because that just does not sound at all sexy!) This is the most indescribably intense and erotic feeling, far more pleasurable in terms of pure physical sensation than any other sex act. If you can rub the flat tongue, rather than pointed, across and up and down this area it sends a kind of electrifying tingling feeling spreading outwards, sometimes reaching as far as the whole body. A lot of women move their mouthes up and down in a kind of fucking motion, which is great, but I find this just feels like fucking, and doesn't maximize the potential of the blow job. Sucking should be sucking, and I guess if you just imagine you are trying to suck away a lollipop as fast as possible, in other words suck hard and rub with your tongue, then that's how I like it. This also presses the upper side of the head into the roof of the mouth which adds another kind of shooting sensation to the whole thing. (As long as it doesn't touch the teeth!)I expect the sucking brings more blood to the nerve endings....God I'm getting hard just writing this. Where's The Lioness when I need her? Oh yes, haven't seen her for fifteen years, forgot for a moment there! Orgasm seems to build much more slowly with a good blow job, the woman is in more control, and can keep me hovering just on the edge. I find this happens less when fucking, when once it starts to build it's going to happen soon. This means the last few moments (the part I like the best when orgasm is coming, but ejaculation hasn't started yet) can last longer with a blow job. This feels like a kind of dam waiting to burst. It's like there's a big reservoir of cum somewhere between the cock and the balls, not quite actually in the balls, and there's a kind of tingling swelling feeling coupled with something rather like the feeling you get when you are just about to sneeze. It is gloriously pleasurable, then the trigger goes and you pump; again it feels like it comes from the area between the penis and the testicles. Your mind goes blank but you are aware of how your partner is reacting - if she looks surprised or uncomfortable then for me it's a bit of a turn off, but if she's holding on, loving it and sucking it out of me it intensifies the experience a lot. I especially love it when I can hear her mumbling "Mmmmmn Mmmnn" as she sucks. When this point is reached I find it very important for my partner to slow down her movements while I come. Sucking is still good, as is tonguing the frenulm, but the back of the head becomes oversensitive at this point, and too much friction there spoils the moment a bit. I believe this happens to some women with their clit just after orgasm, can anyone enlighten me on that? Hope all this helps you to understand what the next lucky guy to get into your mouth is feeling!!! Can any women reciprocate with some description of how it feels to have their clit licked and what female orgasm really feels like?
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I think sometimes, with the right person, we get very close to acheiving this kind of empathy by ourselves Evy. In a way I think that is one of the messages the story tries to get across, though I don't think I was conciously thinking that when I wrote it. Nice to see you all the way back here in the basement as Jake used to call it! Come back again soon. (What was all that with the mice!? Did you read that!? I love it when people get themselves side tracked on one of my posts, it doesn't seem to be happening so often these days! )
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