Good morning, suburbia.
The lawn is behind me now and I have a new problem: how to get the iron sulphate stains out of the block paving. Who'd have known that Weed And Feed contains such horrors? Yes, it says so on the bag, but who reads that stuff. Well, me, obviously. But who reads it first?
I've just written a new section of my sexy sci-fi novel in which two of the major characters have sex in space, where there's no gravity, only levity... I should use that. While writing it, I wondered, obviously, if anyone has ever done it; you know, cum in a capsule, got randy in a rocket, bonked in a tin can (to use Bowie's Major Tom metaphor). Hang on, I'm going to Google it. Just a mo...
No. Apparently not. And if so, they are not talking about it. Not even those camp-looking Russians on Soyuz 13. And what would they say afterwards? Did the Earth move? That's one small cock for a man? Cummin', Houston? So I couldn't have researched it, even if I could have been arsed. Now take off your science officer's hat, screw on your wanking hat and virtually conjoin with me up there, way beyond the blue...
Inversion 1
Chapter God Knows
The planet turned beneath us, or rather we sped around it, though I knew, in the greater scheme of things, it all made very little difference; it was the same whichever way you looked at it. The thing was, we could look at it, could see Inversion 1 for what it was: a tiny speck of rock hurtling through an endless void.
'Fuck, it's beautiful.'
He slid out and in, deliciously slowly, bludgeoning my bowels with his rigid meat. My cheek and lips pressed against the porthole, smearing it with my sweat and fogging it with my moist panting breath. I grunted between his thrusts.
'See. I told you. Travel changes your perspective.'
'Yeah.'
To be fucked by Ben while beholding such stunning scenery was a dream come true. I grasped tightly to the handles I'd had specifically situated for the purpose, while Ben simply held onto me, filled his hands with my tits, with my hair, and with my skinny waist. Again he entered me, then clung closely to my naked body. We gazed out through the glass, gods surveying all we ruled. I could tell he was close to tears. I whispered.
'Was the journey worth it? Do you see now?'
'Yes... I see.'
Insignificance manifested in his hesitant voice and slowly-softening flesh. This was neither the reaction I intended nor expected. As he became barely able to stoke my arse, I fired him up, placed him once again at the burning, beaming centre of my universe.
'Hey! Let's do it, do what I said we'd do! Quick, before you shoot it up there.'
He nodded, smiled and shook his head in mock disbelief.
'Is sex all you think about?' I nodded and smiled back, though eschewed the shaking head. He swept away a tear and smiled again. 'You're a dirty fucker.'
'So are you.'
He eased out of me, let go of me, and floated away. I stretched out my hand, but he was quickly beyond my reach. Without his touch, and even within such close proximity, encapsulated from the universe by our tiny personal ark, I felt lost. With one hand, he held onto the rungs above his head, while grasping his hardening cock with the other. It glistened, stared, demanded I taste it. A gentle push off the window glass sent me drifting towards him. As in a slow-motion dream, we docked, his member sliding between my tightly pursed lips and engaging with my tongue and tonsils. My face bumped against his taut belly; my hair flayed his chest and thighs. Locking onto his tool by suction alone, I swam in the air, slowly spinning myself around, stimulating him through 360 degrees and then beyond. When friction slowed me down, he gave me a helping hand, momentarily releasing his grip on the ladder to gently add to my rotational momentum. Each full turn afforded me a glimpse of his incredulous face through my whirling curls. Suction remained the sole force holding us together, and even though my neck and jaw ached and my lungs burned, I clung on. At last, his loins tightened in readiness; an urgent word confirmed his impending climax.
'Now!'
I breathed out, expunged him from my maw and wafted free. After steadying himself, he let go of the rungs and hung in the space between the capsule's winking walls. Our eyes met and lingered. Silence occluded us, but love quickly breached it, overflowing and filling the cabin, drowning us in its all-encompassing certainty. His eyes rolled and his pink pulsing thruster fired, emitting a long creamy string aimed unerringly at my open mouth. The recoil turned him slightly about his centre of gravity and our eyes met again; wide, laughing, incredulous eyes. Amusement again flickered through his ecstatic features as I sucked the silky string into my hungry mouth and swallowed, the peristaltic waves sending shudders through my weightless tits. I reached out, nudged the wall and aligned my position with his predicted new firing line. A second burst of equal and opposite was manifested in wobbling globules that drifted across the cabin towards me. I counted them, consumed them, one by delicious one. At that moment, he reached down, pulled back on his cock and discharged a third burst, the energy of which again shifted us out of conjunction. A fulsome fourth and bountiful fifth were more problematic and caused me real consternation: quickly and gymnastically, I bounced from wall to wall, gobbling up the milky liquid before it inseminated the ship's sensitive electronics. Then I reached for him, grabbed him, and clung to him, and we floated in featherlike ecstasy.
I'd appreciate any suggestions, biology-wise or physics-wise, as I'm a lover and a writer, and neither a doctor nor a scientist :)
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