When the lights are all our and it's late at night, your whole family is asleep and

you're awake and aching to be touched... that's when your older, phantom lover
creeps into the bedroom...<|endoftext|>
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* * * * *Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical
breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the
digital clock. In another time it would have been the muted mechanical ticking of a
mantle clock or grandfather clock that tapped out the time in a comfortable yet
strangely familiar beat. In this digital age it would appear that this would be a
poor substitute yet at the same time this is a warm, embracing and friendly light
that softens the darkness, and enhances the warmth.<|endoftext|>
Two lovers lie embraced closer to each other than the air that surrounds them,
limbs entangled in a soft embrace that just whispers contentment and security and
breathes safety. The rhythmic rise and fall of their chests belying the deep level
of relaxation that surrounds each separately and of them together. Not a line of
stress, not a trace of tension anywhere to be found. This bed in this room like a
safe harbor protected from the ravages of the outside waters of the world- where
currents and waves rage against the rocks of the outer reef.<|endoftext|>
Safe, warm, heavy and relaxed, and they both know this feeling from many times
before so they know that they can achieve this ultimate state of being again and
again by merely melting into each other. <|endoftext|>
The soft flickering of the red digits on the clock seems to beat out the timing of
the George Michael song softly playing on the player as the sweet melody swirls,
surrounds and caresses their nakedness, like an old friend keeping watch around
them protecting them from the dark.<|endoftext|>
He stirs, slowly but deliberately raises up onto one elbow making sure not to
disturb so that he may better see the face of his partner, who sleeps. The fine
features outlined by the soft light reflected off the walls. He reaches out and
with an outstretched palm he traces the soft cheek, never touching the skin but
imparting heat and some of his own personal energy to the sleeping girl. Slowly
past the cheek, a finger traces the line of her lips and over her chin across her
gently rising chest, with his lightly cupped palm coming to rest less than an inch
from the shoulder closest to him. She moves imperceptibly as if she senses the
"near touch", maybe it is just the tingle of closeness that disturbs. Down over the
gentle shoulders along the arm to the hip that has been gently pushed back to meet
his as they lie spooned together. <|endoftext|>
Gently, ever so softly the palm descends and touches skin, electric like pulses
gently surge up through his arm and he is sure it touches his heart. His breath
quickens and he trembles at the touch of her. The promise of her softness permeates
the air.<|endoftext|>
She moves without opening her eyes yet her lips part slightly and the breath she
has held escapes with a low, sensual sigh. Moving his hand as if it were resting on
a bed of fine silk he traces her hips, her soft stomach and her upper thighs. The
site of their earlier lovemaking is still sensitive to even the lightest touch. She
moves more and turns to allow his hand greater access to those parts of her that
cry out for passionate and tender touch leading to her ultimate release. <|
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She too now feels the electricity between them, not great like a surge but gentle
and undulating like a low charge traveling just under the surface of the skin. She
sighs and rolls her head back, arching slightly as she becomes pleasantly yet
agonizingly aroused to his hand. She wants to be touched to be held and to be loved
more than she can say but at the same time she wants to postpone the inevitable
joining so as to make it last all that longer. To terminate such a glorious feeling
too soon would be a sin. <|endoftext|>
Perceiving her arousal his breath quickens, he wants to move his hands quicker but
his heart won't let him. It slows his movement to draw out the pleasure he is both
getting and giving from this intimate touch. He never wants it to end and yet he
craves fulfillment.... Such is the circularity of human contact. They're moving
both together and separately in a dance of sensual expression. He finds her centre
and traces the outline of this exquisitely designed chamber, taking care to use
just a single finger to plant his energy wherever he touches -- lightly, lovingly
with care and deliberation. She rises to his touch and the feelings swell from her
love centre up through her body making her breasts swell and tingle, forcing a
smile and a "grimace" at the same time to crawl across her face -- Such sweet
ecstasy should never end, and she breathes out a low sigh that eloquently speaks of
pure sensuality. <|endoftext|>
Hips and legs rubbing slowly together breathing in syncopation he draws his face
close to where he has just touched and ever so softly lays a trail up the inside of
her thigh which she has just slightly moved apart in invitation to this gentle
invasion. The soft insistent tongue finds its way to the object of his desire, the
sweet and fragrant centre of his lady who lies open and desirous in front of him. A
taste of sweet nectar! The fragrance intoxicating his mind he delves deeper until
he finds her sensual center and there he pays homage to her deepest self. Bewitched
by her gentle undulating movements, her deep sighs and urgent breathing he is urged
on to finding her deepest desire, then as if almost by surprise she stiffens and
arches her back pushing back onto his tongue and is released. The moment savored by
both, encircled by heavy breathing and trembling fingers and arms. Holding each
other so close that they almost become one. A trembling gasp escapes her lips and
is captured by the night, as it travels around the room until it reaches his ears,
he has delivered his gift, she has accepted it.<|endoftext|>
Her eyes never opened, not a word was spoken, it was not needed, the conversation
was as complete as it could have ever been with everything having been said and
nothing voiced. <|endoftext|>
Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of
two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. Love
disturbs, love pacifies, love speaks.<|endoftext|>
00:00 and the red digits flicker slightly to the beat of the song by Chris De Burgh
gently ushering out this act of love .....the music swells, grows and fades as the
night once again takes possession of this dance of love...<|endoftext|>
"Where peaceful waters flow Restless hearts, it has been a long time, Out here on
the journey, for a glimpse of paradise, It's getting hard to find a place to go,
Where peaceful waters flow;..... <|endoftext|>
.....And if you don't know by now, you never will, Only love can find the door,
If you could see it now, it's in your hands, Only love can reach the
shore...."Ralph is quite a strange husband: his wife Cora is lesbian, and he has
assented to let her have lesbian affairs -- and after several one-night stands,
she's settled with a longtime friend named Naomi.<|endoftext|>
Ralph has never meddled with Cora's lesbian relationships, although he sometimes
complain that Cora could have more sex with him, and has joined an LGBT association
in order to gain both some understanding about his wife's mindset and get some
support, as there isn't a "Straight Spouse Network" chapter in his city.<|
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As in most gay associations, there is a group of drag queens who once ask him to
join: he's a good actor, and his experience both in his marriage and within the
LGBT association has taught him about "gender bending" and "queer theory" more than
all Judith Butler's books.<|endoftext|>
He accepts the invitation, and this very evening he asks Cora some advice about
impersonating a woman. Cora laughs at first, but when she sees Ralph wearing a 48K
bra with a couple of fake tits in it, and behaving with her the way he often saw
Naomi do, she becomes serious and even somewhat intrigued.<|endoftext|>
So she goes shopping with him and helps him choose some good dresses, stockings,
even make-up; when it's the briefs' turn, she has to enter the dressing room with
him and help him choose a model which doesn't squeeze his genitalia too much.<|
endoftext|>
When they've found the best fit, she hands him the lacy bra with the fake tits, and
after he has donned it, she kneels down and administers him an unforgettable
blowjob. When they're done he asks her, "How could you do that?"<|endoftext|>
"Darling, when you impersonate a woman you're so convincing that I could even
forget you've got a dick and not a twat."<|endoftext|>
"Wonderful! I've often complained that most evenings you spend with me are sexless.
Do you think that if I dressed and behaved like a woman while we are in bed you
could ..."<|endoftext|>
"... Let's pay and come home NOW," Cora says.<|endoftext|>
Cora has always enjoyed sex with Ralph, but being licked first and then penetrated
by him while wearing female lingerie and these enormous breasts gave her the
greatest orgasm with a man -- somewhat comparable to Naomi-induced ones.<|
endoftext|>
"Will you come to our show?" asks Ralph while hugging and cuddling Cora, and she
answers, "Sure, honey, together with Naomi".<|endoftext|>
The show is a success, with a group of drag queen marching at the tune of the most
famous marches of John Philip Sousa, and Ralph brings the house down by wiggling
his real ass and fake tits at the drumbeat of "Semper Fidelis".<|endoftext|>
Cora laughs heartily, Naomi, who has been a Marine, splits her sides with laughter,
while others in the audience don't appreciate the parody, but clap at the
performers anyway.<|endoftext|>
After the show they walk home, with Ralph still cross-dressed between Cora and
Naomi and embracing them; Naomi tells him, "You've been really brave. It takes a
lot of courage to ridicule all the patriotic myths we Americans have been raised
with."<|endoftext|>
"Only an ex-Marine like you knows their true value," Cora notices, and Ralph says,
"My original intent was to mock you, Naomi, but when you started laughing I
realized that we shared the same opinion about militarism and botched wars. So we
ended up with laughing together at the same bullshit."<|endoftext|>
"I wouldn't have chosen both of you as my partners," Cora remarks, "Hadn't you
shared my opinion on some fundamental issues."<|endoftext|>
Naomi giggles, and tells Ralph, "Cora has told me that you're going to be a cross-
dresser in her bed," and Ralph answers, "She likes it so much! Sorry, Naomi, I love
Cora as well."<|endoftext|>
"It's the first time you say that, Ralph," Naomi notices, "Perhaps you're more than
a cross-dresser, and that's why you're so appealing to Cora when you pass as a
woman."<|endoftext|>
"What if I share the bed with you both tonight?" Cora asks.<|endoftext|>
Ralph says, "I'd like to, but I don't know Naomi's opinion."<|endoftext|>
Naomi replies, "I don't like threesomes, but if Cora alternates between you and me,
we could do that -- by the way, you deserve a prize for amusing me tonight."<|
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Ralph says, "Ok, let's eat something. There is a good restaurant nearby, and they
won't mind my cross-dressing".<|endoftext|>
When they're at home, Cora serves Ralph first, while Naemi sits on a chair near the
bed and watches them.<|endoftext|>
Ralph first undresses himself, but keeps the bra, the fake tits, the garter and the
stockings; then slowly undresses Cora and after kissing her in the mouth (something
that hasn't been done for several months), sucks her tits, then rims her
(thoroughly washed) butt, then licks her twat and eats her clit.<|endoftext|>
After her double orgasm, Ralph's cock is really hard and can fuck Cora, which takes
it in gladly, and squeals as if she couldn't have enough of it -- Naomi too is
amazed at Cora's enjoyment, and can't help fondle herself while watching.<|
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Once Ralph has come, Cora asks him to lick her twat clean, and Ralph does that,
making her come again; Cora then rewards him by letting him suck her tits again.<|
endoftext|>
Once Ralph is satisfied, it is Naomi's turn, who begins by licking Cora's twat and
sucking her tits; then Cora sucks Naomi's tits and clit, and they agree to a 69
which leaves both satisfied and pleased.<|endoftext|>
Once they're done, they sit on Ralph's thighs and hug him; Cora remarks, "It's a
pity these tits aren't real," and Naomi adds, "We could spend the whole days
fondling and sucking them!"<|endoftext|>
"How about my cock?" worriedly asks Ralph, and Naomi answers, "It's just a detail,"
and Cora adds, "An amazing detail," while stroking it.<|endoftext|>
Then Cora says, "I've often fantasized about nursing two women at the same time; I
could do that with you both, couldn't I?"<|endoftext|>
Naomi and Ralph look at each other and agree -- so it's their turn now to sit on
Cora's thighs and suckle her breasts while their hands tickle her twat and Cora's
hands massage Naomi and Ralph's genitalia.<|endoftext|>
Naomi and Cora easily come, Ralph holds himself back, as he's afraid to smear Naomi
with semen and get her pregnant.<|endoftext|>
Naomi and Cora exchange place -- and it's Cora that tickles her husband's cock;
then Ralph proposes, "If you really love my tits, why don't you suck my nipples?"<|
endoftext|>
Cora welcomes the proposal, Naomi is somewhat dumbfounded, but she eventually
accepts; Ralph removes all his garments, and discovers that even men can appreciate
being suckled; moreover, Naomi dares touch Ralph's dick while suckling, so Ralph
too can appreciate double stimulation.<|endoftext|>
The following evenings the script is perfected: a third of the night Cora makes
love with Ralph (and Naomi sleeps alone), another third Cora makes love with Naomi
(and Ralph is asleep), the last third the family reunion is celebrated -- Nora
never has sex with Ralph, but loves fondling Ralph's dick as if it were a kitten,
and nursing him together with Cora.<|endoftext|>
Such a sex life goes on for months, and Noemi eventually moves in; so Ralph talks
to an endocrinologist.<|endoftext|>
"If I'm not mistaken," the doctor says, "You want female breasts and a functional
penis at the same time."<|endoftext|>
"Yes, you're right."<|endoftext|>
"Hormones may never do that. The only way to have your cake and let your wife eat
it is to have breast implants."<|endoftext|>
So the next appointment is with a plastic surgeon, who removes all of Ralph's hair
below his eyelids, feminizes his face, removes the extra fat from his belly, and
implants breast prostheses -- so his breasts grow from 48AA to 48M.<|endoftext|>
A few months later Ralph goes back to the endocrinologist.<|endoftext|>
"What's the matter now?"<|endoftext|>
"I'm apparently lactating."<|endoftext|>
"Tell me the truth ... haven't you taken some hormones?"<|endoftext|>
"No ... not to my knowledge."<|endoftext|>
"This is either a consequence of liver failure ... or of somebody's adding
prolactin to your diet."<|endoftext|>
After a couple of weeks, the guilty party is found: once Ralph asked a pharmacist
to mix all the drugs he has to take into a morning and an evening pill -- Cora has
been adding prolactin to the pills; constantly sucking his nipples on top of his
enormous boobs has done the rest.<|endoftext|>
"Do you really want to stop lactating, Ralph?" the endocrinologist asks, and he
answers, "I'll do that until my women appreciate it."<|endoftext|>
The endocrinologist then prescribes prolactin to Cora and Naomi too, so they may
start an Adult Nursing Relationship among themselves and with Ralph.A Gay Pride is
being organized, and the chairpersons of the Lesbian and of the Gay association are
in a quandary: both male and female Pride-goers are an odd number, and the hotel
they're going to spend the night in charges ludicrous amounts for single
bedrooms.<|endoftext|>
"We may ask the hotel to put an additional bed into two bedrooms, in order to
accommodate for these two participants," the chairman suggests, but the chairwoman
replies, "No dear, we women aren't into threesomes."<|endoftext|>
"But we can't make them sleep into the same bedroom! You know that Ryan is just
gay-friendly, and a self-avowed breast-worshipper!"<|endoftext|>
"But he has also been claiming that his dearth of sexual activity has eventually
made him impotent. Even though Margolis has the largest bust in our association, he
may not be able to harm her."<|endoftext|>
"What if he takes Cialis before going to bed?"<|endoftext|>
"What if he's taken by surprise and he can't?"<|endoftext|>
"He may get angry at us."<|endoftext|>
"We're supposed to be his friends, not his matchmakers. He'll understand."<|
endoftext|>
"Will Margolis understand?"<|endoftext|>
Margolis actually understands, but she asks, "Should I wear iron panties?"<|
endoftext|>
"Cream panties would be better," the chairman answers, "Since he's lactose
intolerant, he may not lick them away."<|endoftext|>
So the chairpersons pretend that Margolis is to sleep with the chartered bus driver
(who is supposed to be a woman), and Ryan alone -- lest he may disturb the
scheduled orgies :-)<|endoftext|>
In the meantime Ryan receives an important e-mail: his application as a sperm donor
has been accepted, and as he sees that one of the sperm bank branches is located in
the same city he's going to for the Gay Pride, he thinks, "Wonderful -- I can take
advantage of the Gay Pride to save a train ticket."<|endoftext|>
When the party goes to the Pride, the bus driver is actually a male, and when Ryan
has to buy an antihypertensive drug at a pharmacy, the chairwoman warily follows
him pretending she has to buy some sanitary towels -- but as a matter of fact she's
checking which drugs he's really buying.<|endoftext|>
But, curiously enough, Margolis is sitting beside Ryan in the bus, and cheerfully
talks with him.<|endoftext|>
They talk about gender studies, literature, psychology, history, library science,
art and queer artists like Michelangelo, Raffaello, Leonardo, and the like.<|
endoftext|>
When they stop at a motorway restaurant, Ryan invites her to a coffee, and she
accepts -- but Margolis only displays sympathy and friendship.<|endoftext|>
When they arrive at the hotel, Margolis tells Ryan, "I have something to fix at the
reception -- you can go to the bedroom, have a shower and go to bed in the
meantime".<|endoftext|>
Ryan wonders why does she speak as if he shared the bedroom with him, but says
nothing; once he's done with his personal hygiene, he gets into the double bed with
just his boxer shorts on -- it's summer, and he thinks he'll sleep alone.<|
endoftext|>
A few minutes later, Margolis enters, and Ryan says, "Darling, you must have
entered the wrong room".<|endoftext|>
"No, Ryan," Margolis smiles while sitting on the bed and showing him the chip card,
"This is our room."<|endoftext|>
"Oh! Welcome here. Had I known that, I wouldn't have let you see me nearly
naked."<|endoftext|>
"I'm a doctor. Naked people don't upset me."<|endoftext|>
"But, why did you pretend that you were going to sleep elsewhere?"<|endoftext|>
"Because we didn't want you to take harmful medication in advance."<|endoftext|>
"Which medication?"<|endoftext|>
Margolis giggles, nears to his ear, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and
says, "Cialis."<|endoftext|>
Ryan giggles in turn and says, "Margolis, I'm only telling you once: Cialis is
unnecessary to make love with you. But since you don't want it, I won't ask for
it".<|endoftext|>
"I hope you'll keep your word. Ok, it's time to have a shower and have a good
night's rest."<|endoftext|>
It won't be a good night's rest for Ryan: Margolis hasn't brought a nightgown to
wear, and her lacy underwear lets Ryan take a good look at her curves -- he even
musters the courage to ask, "Margolis ..."<|endoftext|>
"What's the matter?"<|endoftext|>
"Can I ask your bra size?"<|endoftext|>
"The chairwoman has just lost her bet. She thought you would never ask."<|
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"Sorry."<|endoftext|>
"42J. What are you doing with that?"<|endoftext|>
"Nothing. Just fantasizing."<|endoftext|>
"Good night."<|endoftext|>
"Have you ever slept with a man?"<|endoftext|>
"I'm gender-blind. Actually, I have, but I don't classify people into 'males' and
'females'. What about you?"<|endoftext|>
"Just with women."<|endoftext|>
"Have you ever had a long-lasting relationship with them?"<|endoftext|>
"No. I'm unable to connect with women."<|endoftext|>
"A short-term relationship? Or just a fling?"<|endoftext|>
"I've had some. But I'm now despairing to find my soul mate."<|endoftext|>
"You may find her. But telling everybody that you are so sex-starved that you can't
have an erection without Cialis won't help."<|endoftext|>
"I don't think I could be a good partner or a good parent."<|endoftext|>
"I don't know. Sorry I can't be more helpful."<|endoftext|>
"Thanks a lot for listening."<|endoftext|>
"You're welcome, Ryan."<|endoftext|>
The cellphone alarm goes off, and Ryan tells Margolis, "I'm sorry, Margolis, but I
have an appointment now. I have to dress and then take a cab."<|endoftext|>
"Do you have to meet a woman?"<|endoftext|>
"Not really. I'm going to donate semen."<|endoftext|>
"What?"<|endoftext|>
"I'll tell you later. I must be at the sperm bank in time. Take care."<|endoftext|>
"I lied. My actual bra size is 40K. You can look at it yourself," Margolis says
while removing her own bra and handing it over to Ryan, and keeping her tits and
nipples in full sight, with hands on hips.<|endoftext|>
Ryan puts the bra between his eyes and her boobs, avoiding to obstruct his line of
sight, barely manages to find the label on the bra back and reads, "Yes, you're a
40K. I wish you were my wife!"<|endoftext|>
"Go and discharge your duty, private Ryan!" Margolis says, while nearing him,
taking the bra from his hands, and rubbing the tits against his arms.<|endoftext|>
Ryan does just that, and when he comes back, after one of the biggest orgasms in
his life, he finds Margolis in bed, but still awake, perusing her mail through an
iPad 2.<|endoftext|>
"Has everything gone OK?" she asks.<|endoftext|>
"Yes. Thanks for your help," Ryan says while removing all his garments except his
boxer shorts.<|endoftext|>
"You're welcome. You give semen, I'm going to be inseminated as I want to bear a
child. I felt bound to help you."<|endoftext|>
"Ah. Since you're bisexual, why don't you just seek a man?"<|endoftext|>
"Because I haven't found a man devoid of male-chauvinist crap so far. I can sleep
with such a guy, but I won't trust my children to him. Better to raise them alone
-- or with a suitable lesbian partner."<|endoftext|>
"And the main reason I donate semen instead of chasing woman is that I'm afraid
I'll be a bad father."<|endoftext|>
"You might be better than most parents -- you admit you aren't perfect."<|
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"Thanks. Which sperm donor did you choose from the catalog?"<|endoftext|>
"The one who impressed me most was a man whose body was far from outstanding, but
revealed a lot of candor in his audio-interview -- and even took the pains to tell
us which women he'd like to take his semen in."<|endoftext|>
"Semen donors aren't supposed to do that. They should only donate out of kindness,
and a truly generous man doesn't mind who's going to profit from his alms."<|
endoftext|>
"You're right, but such a 'kindness' is dehumanizing -- it's as if the man couldn't
care less about the mothers his children will have, and he only regarded us as
'wombs'. My donor's fantasizing about the best mom somewhat moved me, and I decided
to try him."<|endoftext|>
"When will you be inseminated?"<|endoftext|>
"Next week. Aren't you curious to know what has moved me?"<|endoftext|>
"I think I already know that. The donor said that he wasn't gay himself, but he was
a committed LGBT activist; and since he'd been so unlucky as never to find his soul
mate, he's giving all his heart, all his life, all his might to the LGBT movement
in order to help people constrained by unjust laws and social homophobia to live a
free and proud sexuality.<|endoftext|>
He admits that his temperament is really excitable, and therefore his offspring
needs a balanced and nurturing family to thrive and reward their parents in terms
of intelligence and empathy; he is not gay himself, but he may become gender-blind
with time ..."<|endoftext|>
Maroglis is astonished and interrupts him, "... Since homosexuality is not less
inheritable than intelligence, he needs an open-minded, witty, intelligent, learned
mom -- and since he's also always hungry, a big bust would help a lot.<|endoftext|>
The best candidate would be a lesbian, or better, a butch, since he's attracted to
them. Race and ethnicity won't mind, but he has a slight preference for Judaism,
even though he isn't Jewish himself."<|endoftext|>
They end up the recitation of the interview by laughing and hugging each other;
Margolis says, "I noticed that you weren't the stereotypical straight male, and
more intelligent than most, even though I didn't realize that you were my favorite
semen donor."<|endoftext|>
"And I'm the happiest man in the world: the woman closest to my soul mate ideal
wants to bear a child with me!"<|endoftext|>
"And not necessarily through a test tube!"<|endoftext|>
"What you mean?"<|endoftext|>
Margolis removes Ryan's panties, strokes his dick and remarks, "It's quite big! And
fully functional! You love big tits, I love large cocks also."<|endoftext|>
Ryan strokes her shoulders, her neck and her cheeks, bends her head upwards, puts
his lips on hers and they have a French kiss.<|endoftext|>
As they hug, Ryan removes Margolis' bra, she removes her own panties and asks, "Are
you hungry, naughty boy?"<|endoftext|>
Ryan doesn't answer; he kneels down and begins licking the hairy twat of Margolis,
bringing her to pleasure, and making her lie on the bed; he spreads her legs wide
open and penetrates her making her squeal of pleasure.<|endoftext|>
He has a very long fuse, and he keeps throbbing for more than an hour before
ejaculating; when he does, Margolis hugs him and tells him, "You're better than
most men and even some women I've slept with!"<|endoftext|>
"Perhaps because you're really attractive. I haven't met a woman prettier than you
before -- not to speak about your intelligence, wit, open-mindedness. I've
apparently described you in my ideal semen receiver curriculum!"<|endoftext|>
Margolis doesn't answer; she keeps kissing Ryan's body, and he eventually bends
over her and begins sucking her right nipple. Margolis loves that, and as he
arouses her by suckling, she fondles his cock really hard, until she says, "Make
love again, and I'll let you suck my left nipple."<|endoftext|>
Ryan does that -- but his ejaculatory latence grows to two hours, and when he's
done suckling Margolis' left tit it's half past midnight.<|endoftext|>
"I'd like to go on," Margolis says, "But a Gay Pride Parade is really tiring."<|
endoftext|>
"Ok, Margolis," Ryan says, kisses her and they fall asleep hugging each other.<|
endoftext|>
In the morning they have a shower, make love again, repeat the shower, and walk in
the parade hand-in-hand; Margolis bears the poster, "Some women are lesbians -- get
used to it," while Ryan bears, "I'm not lesbian -- my girlfriend is."<|endoftext|>
Lots of people giggle at Ryan and Margolis, who don't notice them, since they're
busy talking about the children they're about to have together -- and the
chairpersons of their LGBT associations wonder what has turned them into a
couple.Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in
Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of
squandering the religious capital of the town.<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you
complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well before
your tenure; during your tenure there have been no murder and no theft; only
prepubescent children gossip, the local schoolchildren have the highest marks in
the region and in the nation; the main street in town is as clean as the operating
theatres in the provincial hospital ..."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "Have you spoken with the pharmacist?"<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "No. What should she tell me?"<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "No contraceptives are bought here, no abortive pills are sold here,
but nobody catches any STD, and the number of children per woman is well below the
national average."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "Do you fear that illegal abortions are being carried out?"<|endoftext|
>
Don Zuseppe: "No. Nobody does anything like that. Apparently, every married woman
uses 'natural contraceptive methods' ..."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "You mean, she abstains from sex with her husband when she knows that
he may get her pregrant."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, but the efficacy of the method is nearing 100%. That every woman
can reliably predict her fertile days is strange, and that she is never having sex
with her husband during them is incredible."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "I still don't see anything you should feel guilty over."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "You know, Sardinia is the European Union region in which most women
are on the pill. Anthropologists think that it's a relic of the ancient times in
which Sardinians didn't believe in Christ, but in a female aquatic godhead."<|
endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "There are three sacred wells within the town boundaries -- dating back
to about 1,200 BC. Since Sardinians loathe moving, most women in town must be
descendants of the ancient worshippers of the well deities."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "Right. As I began my tenure, I felt it was abnormal -- our God is
male, not female, and women are his creatures, not his creators."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "You forget that Our Lord has been born by a woman. You shouldn't
despise women."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "You forget what Apostle Paul has said about them. By the way, you
know that one of the reasons the Catholic Church supports 'natural contraceptive
methods' is that they require cooperation between the spouses, while a woman can
take the pill stealthily."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "Sardinian women are too proud to act stealthily."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "Anyway, I preached against the pill and urged them to adopt these
methods. For years I had no success, and a parishioner game me the right idea: to
create a prayer group for wives adopting natural contraception."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "Prayer is always helpful."<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "The leader was a woman named Rut coming back from China. She'd
studied Chinese there and came back after graduation. She now teaches English in a
high school, and spends her free time with the women of the prayer group."<|
endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "Is Rut married?"<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "No. It's strange that she has had so much success with married women
who are less learned than her."<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore: "And she has persuaded them to replace the pill with natural
contraception, hasn't she?"<|endoftext|>
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, and I don't know how."<|endoftext|>
The next day Don Bobore meets all the women in the group led by Rut, and he has a
strange sensation: before becoming a priest, Don Bobore had a lively homosexual
life, and even though his 'gaydar' is now somewhat rusty, he's positive that all
the women in the group are actually lesbians.<|endoftext|>
They dress and behave like ordinary Sardinian women -- only an expert could detect
their lesbianism; most of them are also mothers, so Don Bobore assumes that they
can have sex with their husbands nonetheless -- but he wonders, "Who has taught
lesbianism to them? Most lesbians can't even come out to themselves."<|endoftext|>
The woman who arouses most suspicions is obviously Rut. Don Bobore talks to her and
thinks that she's a learned and smart woman, but she is also a covert "butch". He
casually asks her, "What was the subject of your degree dissertation?"<|endoftext|>
"Marriage-resistance sisterhoods in Ninteenth Century Guangdong -- from an
anthropological and gender-theoretical viewpoint," she answers.<|endoftext|>
"What you mean?" Don Bobore asks.<|endoftext|>
"A French feminist, Adrienne Rich, has written at length about female associations
across the centuries -- as examples of female self-determination. I wanted to
compare Chinese and Sardinian experiences in that regard," Rut replies.<|endoftext|
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"Adrienne Rich?" Don Bobore wonders. Don Zuseppe, who was a widower before becoming
a priest, and couldn't conceive any other family beside the Sacred Family, didn't
know her; but Don Bobore knew that Rich was more a lesbian than a feminist
theorist, and phoned the Diocese librarian asking him to get hold of a copy of
Rut's dissertation.<|endoftext|>
The dissertation was available online, at two websites, one belonging to Rut's
university, the other to a lesbian association -- et pour cause: these Chinese
sororities also provided for sexual relations among the associated women. Rich's
concept of "Lesbian Continuum" applied equally well to the fraternities in China
and to the Beguines in Christian Europe.<|endoftext|>
"The prayer group must be disbanded," Don Bobore told himself, "but I wonder -- why
don't their husbands complain about the dearth of sex inflicted by their wives?"<|
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He discreetly asks some husbands about their marital life, and one of them,
Gonariu, is candid enough to answer, "Dear Don Bobore, I've little to complain
about. When my wife Michela was on the pill, we never set aside time for sex; now
we have a lot of it in the infertile days of her menstrual cycle."<|endoftext|>
"And during the fertile days?" the mistrustful Don Bobore asks.<|endoftext|>
"Once I went to the bar to drink beer and play cards; then I stopped drinking beer,
and the mayor Cristina ..."<|endoftext|>
"The pharmacist?"<|endoftext|>
"Yes, the pharmacist. She has set up a theatrical group, and the energy we would
otherwise spend in bed or drown in alcohol are used to play."<|endoftext|>
"Which plays do you perform?"<|endoftext|>
"We began with Shakespeare, and we're now performing Sophocles. As in ancient
times, female roles are played by young males."<|endoftext|>
"Wonderful!" Don Bobore thinks, "After a prayer group rife with lesbianism we have
now a theatrical group reeking of male homoeroticism. Don Zuseppe's insistence on
natural contraception has been turning the parish into a branch of Arcigay [the
foremost Italian LGBT association]!"<|endoftext|>
Don Bobore then asks Gonariu: "What does your wife do in her fertile days, or
better, nights?"<|endoftext|>
"She doesn't love theater -- she usually cooks bread and weaves textiles with her
closest girlfriends during these nights."<|endoftext|>
"Cooks and weaves? What do you mean?"<|endoftext|>
"Ah, you live in a big city and you may not know that most homes here have an oven
to cook bread and cakes, and a loom to weave traditional fabric. Our wives cook a
month's worth of bread during these nights, and weave carpets, curtains, and the
like."<|endoftext|>
"But ... do you really think that your wives spend all their time kneading,
weaving, baking and seaming?"<|endoftext|>
"They sleep together from time to time. They work hard, they need such rest."<|
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"Candid but naïve," Don Bobore thinks, "His wife gives him whatever he likes in her
infertile days, and thus buys his neglect of what she does in her fertile ones."<|
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"My last question," Don Bobore asks, "Is your wife's menstrual cycle as regular as
clockwork?"<|endoftext|>
"Since she's stopped eating meat and turned to a vegan diet, yes."<|endoftext|>
"You don't eat meat, do you?"<|endoftext|>
"No. The best seller drug in our pharmacy is brewer's yeast, to prevent vitamin B12
deficiency."<|endoftext|>
"Really?"<|endoftext|>
"We have a bank, a post office, a Carabinieri [military police] station, a public
library here, but the butcher's has long been turned into a lingerie shop."<|
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"It's strange. I've read that a vegan diet increases the likelihood of menstrual
cycle disturbances."<|endoftext|>
"The old studies you may have read were rife with confounders. Once you compare
non-vegan women with vegan ones, of similar health condition and lifestyle, you
find that vegan women's menstrual cycle is stabler, once they've adjusted to the
vegan diet."<|endoftext|>
"So you kinda live in the Garden of Eden," Don Bobore says.<|endoftext|>
"Yes! Ah, I have to thank the Catholic Church for a small thing."<|endoftext|>
"What thing?"<|endoftext|>
"You don't allow laymen to drink Holy Communion wine. Our wives have discovered
that alcohol, tobacco and coffee make menstrual cycle unstable."<|endoftext|>
"Not to speak of firearms!" Don Bobore giggled.<|endoftext|>
"We only use them for self-defense. Meat increases aggressiveness, and as we
stopped eating it we only regarded our rifles as weapons of last resort."<|
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"What should we do?" Don Bobore wonders, "We've unwittingly created a community of
saints, but apparently bisexual saints. Should we praise it, and tolerate the
female lesbianism and male homoeroticism, or should we suppress it at the cost of
increasing alcohol, tobacco, coffee consumption, the town's carbon footprint (as
its inhabitants revert to meat-eating), and possible armed strife? What is wrong in
what I've been taught?"