We were looking for an addition to our polycule, which was unconventional at best, my relationship. I have one partner, that goes by IT. Yes, IT has a human body, but IT was an Object. And I am an objectumsexual. IT was an asexual, that didn't mind doing sexual favors or being used for release, but could not feel sexual attraction the way I could. At least not until we met – her. Chrome, stacked and reasonably priced. The...

She looked at the white-and-gray metal box with the big round porthole. Her arms were crossed and her brow was knitted.He glanced at her sideways, a small curl of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth, underneath the full beard she wished he would shave off.“You know, it isn’t going to explode, love,” he said mildly.He saw her already straight back straighten even further, like he his words had zapped her with electri...

My name is Mel. I made the decision to experiment and become as promiscuous as I could when I left my religious home for University across the country. This a story about my first orgasm in the laundry room. - It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock for my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what b...

The Benefit of a Stormby Jena121© A dark and heavy cloud had hovered for days, although patches of sunlight appeared spontaneously through the short breaks. A pile of washing begging for me to attend can wait for now. What the hell it's Saturday, time for a coffee and read up on what's news.... I glance at the wall clock, and surprise myself by seeing that the morning is almost over, the dark skies disguising the time. He...