Appassionato
Passion is chemical.
Scientists of the 20th century made an interesting discovery. Everyone knew that lovers had particularly powerful erotic urges at the beginning of a love affair, but that the heat always cooled after a year or two. They might still love each other, might still enjoy making love, and might still be committed to spending the rest of their lives together, but they no longer felt such overpowering sexual attraction.
Research revealed that new lovers enjoy a special kind of brain chemistry - and this chemistry had a purpose. Strong desire made it easy for couples to overlook little flaws and habits that would be annoying otherwise. This jolt of passion gave them about a year to decide if they could tolerate each other's flaws and remain partners. If not, they enjoyed months of good sex before realizing they were fundamentally incompatible. Scientists asked the obvious question: Would it be possible to keep this brain chemistry active forever?
An insight into love came just a few years later, and from an unexpected source.
People have always asked why dogs are so loving. There were two theories. The first possibility was that dogs simply had more capacity for love. That's how dogs act, after all. But others argued that dogs were simply very good at encouraging their owners to take good care of them. A dog that seems to love its owner can expect better food, more attention, and a nicer place to live.
The first answer was the correct one. When 20th century scientists developed the technology to sequence genomes, they found that domestic dogs all had a mutation that wasn't found in their ancestors, the wolves. It turned out that some humans had that mutation, too. And these humans were extraordinarily loving. Everyone who'd met one of these extraordinary people could tell. The mutation produces the ability to feel emotions beyond what is possible for ordinary mortals. Call it an emotional superpower.
These discoveries led to insights into the way the human brain operates. This led to the work creating the bonding medication that made Nav and Meena feel the love and passion of new lovers forever.
Joy. Real joy. Brought to you by the miracle of modern chemistry.
It was time for Nav to wake up. Half asleep, he realized that something was happening to his cock. Like always, he woke up with an erection. But this time, he felt Meena sucking on his cock, going up and down, using her tongue, and doing everything she could to give him pleasure. He was edging toward a very nice orgasm by the time he was fully awake. This was the third day in a row that Meena woke him like this.
"Come up here," Nav ordered. Meena reluctantly released him from her mouth and moved up to look at him face to face. "Good morning, Master," she said, smiling warmly.
"Good morning, love," Nav said. He was making an effort to use the word "love" as much as he could. Meena was very happy that he'd started using the word. She was happy with the way her life was going. She was glad that Nav had brought Charlie Frederik into her life. They were working on what looked like a sensible plan for Meena to produce a successful jazz album. Meena had always been a happy, upbeat person - it's the way her brain operated - but she had so many new reasons to be happy that Nav saw a change in her. It was visible in everything she did. She wanted to express her feelings for him, and sex was a huge part of her love language.
That seemed to be behind Meena's recent habit of waking Nav with a blowjob. She was so happy she was constantly looking for ways to let her Master know it. But Nav wanted to leave her satisfied too, and a morning blowjob made this difficult.
Nav was still a bit sleepy. He had morning breath. But he pulled Meena on top of him and got her to straddle him. She lowered herself onto his cock and began moving up and down.
"Sit up," Nav said. He wanted to watch her. Meena never tired of putting herself on display for her Master, letting him see her nude body as his hands roamed over her skin. She knew that Nav liked seeing her have orgasms like this, so she didn't need to be told to make herself cum.
She was almost there when Nav started to cum himself. Sucking his cock left him so excited that he wasn't able to make love very long. It wasn't a problem; Meena was close too, and feeling her Master's cock throb inside her forced her to cum, too. She held herself upright so Nav got a good, long look.
Nav finally hugged her to his chest. "That's a nice way to wake up," he said.
"That's what I was going for," Meena said.
What Nav was aiming for was a strategy to get Meena's music heard. He believed in her. If others could hear her play, hear her sing, they would love it as much as he did. He didn't know how to make that happen, but maybe Charlie Frederik did.
For decades, Charlie had hoped that some charismatic young performer would emerge and re-introduce music lovers to jazz. It had happened before with other genres of music. As he worked with Meena, he was increasingly convinced that this beautiful young genius had the potential to resurrect the music he loved.
His plan was easy to understand.