I write these stories to entertain you. I enjoy writing stories that appeal to me and hope they will appeal to others. They are works of fiction. Someone commented previously about, I'll paraphrase, made up psychological lingo. As chance would have it, I am not a psychologist and as I writer of fiction, I make stuff up. Got me!
Full on...Busted.
For this series of stories I made up, or thought I made up the term "hypersexual." As clever as I thought I was, (and you already know I don't research this stuff,) it happens to be a term already in use. I did not look it up but it would not be hard to infer the meaning.
In this story, a hypersexual is one with a genetic mutation that makes them biologically different than most of the population. It is not merely about sex addition or nymphomania (if that term is even still used.)
While I make stuff up, I do try keep adherence to the rules of the universe. Things have to make sense within the world they are taking place within. Plausibility matters to me.
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This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work.
For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety when at least one character realizes that they are not the person they thought they were.
I strive to keep us in the minds of the characters such that have a more comprehensive voyeuristic experience.
If you like it, give it stars.
If you don't,.. Have a wonderful day with what's left of it. Peace.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Pete comes to realize that as he falls under Allison's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.
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The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Some young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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She stood before all gathered, adorned in her little girl finest. She wore marry-janes, knee socks, pleated skirt and white, button up blouse. She was tall, as skinny as a rail and one could just make out the small bumps where her breasts were. Only if viewed in profile could one appreciate what a fantastic ass she had. She wore her long, wavy chestnut hair in a ponytail and framed her lovely eyes with black, horn-rimmed, librarian glasses. Her elegant neck highlighted her sculpted jaw line. With her grey, cashmere sweater, she looked like the prettiest school girl or the junior librarian in training.
With a brilliant, bashful smile, "What I know about myself is that...I'm impossible." She paused and smiled. "What I mean is that I am so very mercurial. My moods! They swing! Sometimes my moods feel dangerous." She lowered her chin and smiled fiendishly. She was pouring it on just a little.
It was fun for Allison to be a bit dramatic while in public. She'd be this way in these meetings or while at home, but nowhere else. She loved having what was for her, a theatre of expression, as emotional reservation was otherwise her norm.
"It can happen quickly too. All seems calm and suddenly...earthquake. Actually, in one way they are very predictable in that the pattern repeats on the regular." She smiled again. "Satisfaction is attainable for only short periods of time but pursuit of satisfaction can be its own pleasure.
"My temper! Oh my. I'm very temperamental. I'm impossible." She smiled once more.
"I enjoy feeling myself as prim and proper. In appearance and manner, especially in public, I am wholly conservative. You all know that with a boy, I am all girl. Even girly-girl. A big girl, perhaps, but still girl. I've shared this with all of you. I like that youthful outlook, for some reason. Just me, I guess.
"My sense of being a girl feels spot on to me because of my moods. Girls are so moody. I can be a fantastically moody girl. Plus, I like girl clothes. And some part of me really likes my mood swings. It does depend on the mood but since I am not prone to depression, it's never that bad... for me. Others might feel differently. I bounce from sunshine-happy to irritable. Especially when I don't get my way. The world just does not behave as it should!
"I go from content to impatient real quickly. Demanding. Goodness gracious, I can be so demanding. I can be in the best mood and know that a foot stomping temper tantrum might be just minutes away. My moods are my private side. Only those closest to me know I have this side. And getting to share this side of myself with someone feels so..." she took deep, dramatic, utterly unselfconscious breath, "so, so very good. My, my!"
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For several weeks Hellen had been on edge. Peter had been acting strangely. At first he began coming home late from school. Her inquires were dismissed.
She did her very best to accept that she lived in a male dominant world. It was the world she was born into and there was nothing to be done about it.
She did not have to like it.
The week previous, he avoided going to school, claiming to be sick. This was pure malarky and ticked her off just a bit. Yet he was off about something, that was for sure, but he'd not tell her about it.
There was at least one benefit to his apparent isolation. With him home all day, she got to watch her very favorite show.
When Hellen became aware her son was a hypersexual, she had his room wired with hidden cameras all of which fed into her computer. Though done in secret, it was all justifiable. Hypersexuals were well known to make careless, impulsive errors in judgment as they were so purposely driven by their nearly insatiable sexual desires that Hellen knew she was doing the right thing by watching over her boy.
An all day at home weekend was a blessed event for Hellen as she'd get to watch her son play with his beautiful cock as much as a mother could want.
Often Hellen reminded herself she did not set all this up to enjoy her very favorite pass time.
What mother would do such a thing! Just a matter of keeping him safe.
As a loving mother, she steadfastly watched over her son while ignoring how most of her own sexual satisfaction came from rubbing out her own orgasms while watching her son.
The week Peter remained at home, Hellen endeavored to be home as much as possible so as to maintain her protective vigilance.
It was an extremely stimulating week for both mother and son.
Abruptly, he returned to school.
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"I might have been 12 when I first realized this about myself. Of course it had been going on since who knows. My mother could tell you." Another smile. "Yet a funny thing happened when I began to babysit younger kids."
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Today was the second day after he began returning to school that he was inexplicably late in arriving home once more.
Abruptly he excused himself and adjourned to his room. This at least was normal. Her boy needed relief. It was normal and healthy and for these reasons only, she was very glad he was doing it.
Hellen went to her computer as it was her duty to make sure everything was alright with her son.
