What Is Life

Sometimes it hard to know the difference between fantasy and reality, especially when I can’t distinguish if this thing called life was produced by my imagination, or if it exists independently from my mind.  How can I determine if anything that affects my perception is something that I should believe in, even when I can see it and touch it?  Before I get too deep into the meaning of my life, I have to develop a meaning for the word illusion.  If my senses send specific signals to my brain that should be real, unless all of this is just my imagination and I am stuck inside of a dream.  I guess it all comes down to believing that everything that I see, hear, taste, smell and touch is part of reality, but it is also possible that I am just making myself believe this, so I fit in with all the others.

I believe in String Theory because that seems to be the best model there is to explain things, but that states that all parts of matter vibrate because of energy and the different frequencies will produce different particles.  All of these different frequencies are buzzing around everywhere and I can’t see them, or feel them, or touch them, however they are making me perceive all of these different things, and maybe life is just what you perceive it to be.  If life really is an illusion, then why am I here and who put all of these thoughts and beliefs inside of my head.  René Descartes reasoned that because he was able to think that was proof that he existed, which is a good start, but he didn’t go far enough to determine why we exist and what purpose do we serve.  If my brain was removed from my body while I was sleeping and stored some place where it could still be fed electrical stimulus signals, I would not know if I was experiencing real life or just existing in an illusion, as all of my beliefs are based on what I understand reality to be.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #5.

Time To Move On

I’d been planning the perfect vacation for months, but then that tramp broke up with me on a text message last night.  She is ignoring all of my calls and she won’t respond to my texts, so I have been ghosted and this is not a good feeling.  She is so immature and she has no decency, as this 3-night Caribbean cruise to the Bahamas cost me almost $500 and it is non-refundable.  Maybe I dodged a bullet, as this could have been worse, like if this crazy bitch stabbed me in the back 22 times with a butcher knife while I was sleeping.  I should probably write her a thankyou note for not killing me, or maybe I will just slap myself really hard in the face and stop trying to meet girls on Tinder.  Will you look at that, she just trashed me on all of her Social Media sites and now I have to unfollow her.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #4.

Naughty Shameless Girl

I’d imagined this moment so many times, but I never expected her to slip her soft hand down into my trousers on our first date, which felt oh so delightful, however it was also shockingly dirty and it made me realize that she was going to be trouble.  She told me to relax and enjoy this with a wicked grin on her face.  I had no clue what a hot little girl she was until she got me off, reaching her hand under the table when we were in that public restaurant.  I was totally unprepared when she got frisky in such a scandalous place and she made me blush as I exploded while our waitress was watching.  I had to compliment her on the contagious enthusiasm that she put into her work, and I appreciated her cleaning that big messy load off of me, which she seemed to take such pleasure in creating.  That was very risqué and although it made me feel horny and bold, that moment of excitement should never have happened, as the wild filth and obscenity of this indecent public act got stuck in my brain and I had trouble processing what just happened.  This seemed to go beyond all bounds of modesty.  It was a fetish for her to have other people see us while she was getting me off and these sinful acts turned me into a beast.  I realized that there were so many other sex things that we could be doing, but if this is what she likes, I am fine with it and I am not complaining.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #3.

Small Breasts Are Sexy

The interviewer said, “To be clear, what you’re saying is that you only photograph women who have small breasts, because you don’t want their breasts to take away from the focus of the story you are trying to tell in your pictures.”  The photographer responded, “All breast sizes are beautiful, but there is something special about a woman with a flat chest.  When they start growing up and puberty hits all their friends and every girl around them is developing breast buds, nickel-sized bumps under the nipple, while their boobs are nonexistent.  They realize that they are destined to be flat, and this recognition that they are different from others makes them hate their body image, just because their tits are so freaking small.  They think that something is wrong with them and they become angry feeling that none of the boys will like them.  They can’t go into the lingerie department at a store, because they don’t even fit into an A size cup and this makes them think that they are less of a woman, because they will never be desired.  Once flat chested women learn how to accept themselves knowing that breasts are essentially just a squishy ball of fat, they can focus on the angst that they have built up over the years and give me the poses that I am looking for.  I feel that less can be more and this special attitude is what I want in my models and also there are very few women with large breasts that look awesome when they don’t have a bra holding them together.”

The interviewer said, “I get it, you use women with smaller breast sizes because if their boobs are objectified, it will detract from the other things in your photos.  I guess that a woman with bigger breasts will never be enjoyed simply for being herself, where a flat chested model is liberated and comfortable with her whole body.   Personally, I believe that anything more-than-a-handful is unnecessary and I have also heard that flat women receive more arousal when their nipples are stimulated.”   The photographer responded, “We are all created perfectly and we look the way we do for a reason.  God created each of us to be unique, flawless in our own way, and it is our job to love the body that we are given.  I love my own small breasts, and I celebrate them proudly, but I don’t show them to the world.  The only comments that I have ever gotten from men about my boobs is that they love them and everyone that I have been with seemed to appreciate them.  Let’s face it, boobs are boobs and no one actually gives a shit about the size.”

The interviewer said, “Can you tell me what story you are trying to tell in this photograph with the girl in the shower.”  The photographer said, “She was grimy from the exercise that she just finished and she hopped into the shower to wash off her sweat.  Heather stayed under the shower longer than she had anticipated, enjoying the cool spray of the water against her skin.  She wondering why she found such intense pleasure in washing her body clean and then she heard a knock on the door.  She smiled as she saw her lover naked and she knew that was going to join her.  When he got into the shower, he touched her skin, which was glowing and fresh from her being fresh as a daisy.  It is not much of a story; it is a real-life situation that happened to me and I had the model reenact this scene.”

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #2 “To be clear, what you’re saying is that” and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #374.

Moving On

Don’t you dare come any closer, I told my best friend Kathie, or I may puke on you.  I drank way too much and I am still miserable since Jason left me for another man.  I agreed to have a threesome with him, but I didn’t think that I would turn out to be the third wheel.  It all started out so innocently when we were sharing our fantasies and this particular scenario kept recurring for both of us.  I told Jason that I always thought it would be very sexy and extremely exciting if there was another man in bed with us.  I figured that he would say he wanted another woman to join us and I would have readily agreed to that, but instead Jason said that he thought his friend Shane would be able to satisfy both of our needs.  Wow, was that a shocker and then Jason went on to say that the exploration would help him to solidify who he is and let him understand exactly what he wants.

Jason stated that since more and more couples are starting to open up their boundaries and experiment with the male-female-male threesome, that he wanted to test his ability to share me with someone else and see if he could do it without any conflicts or aggression.  Jason said that he was willing to step outside of his comfort zone and test the waters and if there were times when he was not participating, that it would be like watching a live porn show for him.  Jason convinced me that he had a sincere desire to see that my sexual wishes were fulfilled, so I told him to contact his friend Shane and set everything up for a night of passion.  Jason said he would invite his friend over and he assured me that I wouldn’t have to do anything if I changed my mind when he arrived.  I struggled with trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I was going to be the center of attention for two men that were going to have sex with me.  When the initial shock wore off, that was replaced by genuine arousal, as I contemplated the possibilities of having two men at my disposal.  Before the big day, Jason asked me what I was hoping for and I told him that I just wanted to have a good time.

When Shane arrived, we all sat on the couch and sipped some wine and when Jason started kissing me, I beckoned Shane to come and sit closer to us.  Shane smiled at both of us and he didn’t seem to need any further motivation as his hands were all over me, running up and down my body.  Four strong hands were soon tracing their way over my butt and breasts, making me feel warm inside, as I was being overcome with pleasure, and everyone was still fully dressed.  I knew that there was no backing down now and I ordered them to take me to the bed, whispering in a sexy tone.  I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was more than ready to find out.  Shane and Jason, both helped me to get undressed, and I was amazed at the teamwork that they both showed being on the same page and I began to wonder if they had ever done this before.

The guys stripped and I grabbed both of them.  There was something powerful about being able to hold each guy in my hands at the same time and then I had two mouths, two pairs of hands all over my body, as these two horny sexy guys were focusing entirely on me.  I was surprised at how natural the whole experience felt and I kept my eyes wide open wondering what they were going to do to me next.  We got into this position and Jason apologized to Shane for some incidental touching that went on and Shane told him not to worry about it, as he rather enjoyed it.  Jason told Shane that he knew something like this might happen and that as long as Shane was OK with some brief genital-to-genital contact between them, that he was too.

I told both of them that if their touching each other excites them that they should go for it, as we are all here to please each other.  They were all over each other once I told them to go at it and I was no longer the center of attention.  They started having a good time with each other and I watched them enjoy themselves.  When the night ended and Shane left, I told Jason how much I enjoyed doing this and that I hoped we would do it again.  Jason smiled at me and he said that he was definitely going to do this again.

Jason became a lot less attached to his straightness as being his all-important defining characteristic after this night, and he even developed a more conscious awareness that he was heteroflexible.  Jason started canceling dates with me to be with Shane and he even went as far as saying that the sex we had together was boring.  I felt alone, abandoned, and hurt, as my life was turned upside down and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.  I was still crazy for him, but I felt like I wasn’t good enough for him anymore.  My situation was completely hopeless, as I knew that there was no way that I could compete with another man.  I should have known better, as Jason was always a huge George Michael fan and now, I am up here on this overpass looking for the courage to move on in my life.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #1 and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #373.