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Robot girlfriends… sex dolls… humanoid creations designed to provide comfort for humans without the complication of human emotions. Maybe I should rephrase that.

I understand the depth of emotion one can feel for an object. Objects we love are infused with memories. Toys hold our childhood, our fantasies, our play in them. So in a way, a robot girlfriend or a sex doll can be the velveteen rabbit for the grown up.

So here’s my question: if you could afford it, would you buy one?

We had a party at home. Friends came to play music. Downstairs, instruments were plugged into amps, the guys started jamming. Upstairs in the kitchen, Sam helped me do dishes.

I played the video for Jay. Sam was doing dishes, I was behind the camera, undoing his jeans, pulling his hard-on out of his pants and putting it in my mouth. I handed the camera to Sam so I could concentrate on swallowing his cock. I watched him watch me push it back and forth into my throat.

We heard a skirmish from downstairs. It sounded like someone was going up the stairs to where we were. We stopped everything. After making sure everything was all right downstairs, I went back up to finish the dishes.

Sam had already done them all so I started getting food ready. While I worked, Sam put his hands under my skirt. We rolled the camera again, this time he pushed his hard cock inside my pussy and fucked me against the sink as downstairs Jay wailed with the swell of the music.

I gripped Jay’s hard cock while he watched the video, which ended abruptly when guests knocked on our door. I could tell Jay had mixed feelings.

I had gotten drunk that night at the party. I wanted to be the drunk girl Jay fantasizes about. That one girl who still hangs around after everyone has left the party and is waiting to be taken advantage of. But I drank too much. I passed out cold. I woke up at three in the morning still wearing my party dress, and jumped Jay’s sleepy bones. By that time, though, the giddy excitement was gone.

I had a knot in my stomach. I had failed to share with Jay the excitement I felt with Sam while the moment was still hot.

The morning after the party I was hung over. I took a shower, ate a banana, took some Vitamin B to help nurse my hangover. The house was still asleep, so I laid on the couch reading “When God Was A Woman” by Merlin Stone. There were two chapters of great interest to me that morning, Chapter 7, “The Sacred Sexual Customs,” and Chapter 9, “And the Men of the City Shall Stone Her with Stones.”

The book describes an ancient matriarchal culture centered around a temple devoted to sacred sex, orgiastic free flowing sex with no strings attached. Through snippets from the Old Testament, the author tells the story of how the patriarchs violently slaughtered all who worshiped at the altar of sacred sex, in order to establish a patrilineal culture, one in which a woman’s virginity before marriage and her fidelity as a wife was imperative under penalty of death.

“I feel so guilty,” I told Jay. “No matter how far away I’ve gone from my Catholic upbringing, I still have inside me this fear in my gut of being stoned to death. I’m an adulteress. I’m a sinner.”

My man answered me, “Did you know that the word ’sinner’ really means someone who worships the moon? Sin is a Sumerian Moon God.”

My head cleared. Words are powerful. Used as a weapon words can stone a woman to death from thousands of years away. Used as a balm words can heal a body and soul.

I love this man. How I found him all the way from the other side of the world can only be a blessing from the Gods and Goddesses of Love. Everyday he reminds me of what is truly sacred in our lives.

Jay planted a garden into a hollow tree stump today. From the deck above I saw the crescent moon shape of the new plants in the potting soil he laid. There were tiny blue flowers and blue crystal marbles catching the sunlight.

Tonight, after I got him hard I asked him to take me outside. I only had a flimsy nightdress on, he had just come out of the shower and was wearing a thick warm bathrobe. The night air was cool but there was no breeze. A perfect summer evening.

I laid on my back on the picnic table, legs wide open for his cock. I watched him above me, constellations twinkling behind him. I thought of all the Gods and Goddesses frolicking in the night sky, kissing and licking and sucking and fucking and shuddering and cumming and laughing and hugging and loving and birthing and smiting and forgiving and starting all over again from kissing.

He pulled me off the table and down to suck his cock. He covered me with his warm robe, and I swallowed his cock in the snug darkness. He bucked hard and I gagged. He bucked harder then lifted me up to fuck me from behind, pulling my nightdress off my shoulders.

“I like seeing your tits,” he whispered. “They’re so pointy outdoors.”

We fucked and fucked dirty. He pushed his cock into my ass, my pussy, my mouth interchangeably and told me how happy he is to have a wife who gives herself fully to him. I told him I let him do anything he wants to me because I trust him fully.

“You dirty whore,” he called to me while he rammed his rock hard cock into me.

“I like being your dirty whore,” I am starting to like that name. I’m claiming these words as mine now: whore, adulteress, sinner… I take them as words of power and freedom. Love has set me free.

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“She?” Jay interrupted. I stopped reading. The patriarchs don’t refer to the feminine by accident. Is it just a politically correct translation?

There was a footnote that referenced the Book of Sirach Chapter 15 Verses 1 to 8:

“He who fears the Lord will do this;
he who is practiced in the law will come to wisdom.
Motherlike she will meet him,
like a young bride she will embrace him,
Nourish him with the bread of understanding,
and give him the water of learning to drink.
He will lean upon her and not fall,
he will trust in her and not be put to shame.
She will exalt him above his fellows;
in the assembly she will make him eloquent.
Joy and gladness he will find,
an everlasting name inherit.
Worthless men will not attain to her
haughty men will not behold her.
Far from the impious is she,
not to be spoken of by liars.”

The Book of Sirach is not included in the Hebrew Bible after the first century A.D. It is also not accepted by the Protestants. It is, however, considered divinely inspired by the Catholic Church.

Wisdom is a she.

The Book of Proverbs also refer to Wisdom as feminine. Chapter 3 Verses 13 to 18:

“Happy the man who finds wisdom,
the man who gains understanding!
For her profit is better than profit in silver,
and better than gold is her revenue;
She is more precious than corals,
and none of your choice possessions can compare with her.
Long life is in her right hand,
in her left are riches and honor;
Her ways are pleasant ways,
and all her paths are peace;
She is a tree of life to those who grasp her,
and he is happy who holds her fast.”

The Goddess of Wisdom is called Athena by the ancient Greeks, Sophia by the ancient Romans (from which the word Philosophy was derived: “love of wisdom”).

The Goddess Ninki, half-sister to Enki, the Sumerian God of Wisdom, was said to have given birth to Adam, according to ancient Sumerian tablets, likely the source of the earliest chapters of the Book of Genesis. She was known as Ishtar to the ancient Babylonians.

There are references to the Star Fire, the Goddess menstrual blood, as the source of wisdom and long life of the early patriarchs.

Blood, anyone?

My music site, Strip Karaoke 2.0 is up. I call it 2.0 because all the content is set up entirely on tumblr, and social networking sites, such as Last.FM, MySpace, T61 and YouTube. Very exciting for me to be able to bring my music to people who will appreciate it. If you have an account with any one of these sites, please leave me a comment, or a heart, or introduce yourself to me somehow. And even if you don’t have an account, do pay me a visit and check out my tunes! More to come!

I’m free. Can I come over?

I gave Jay a devious smile. He typed into his phone.

Midnight.

I stepped down the stairs in black leather stilettoes, fishnet stockings held up by a lacy garter belt, a black and white dress, and my hair in two low ponytails. In the downstairs bedroom, Josh and Jay were waiting.

“Oh, wow!” Josh swaggered toward me, boldly grabbing a cheek of my ass and pinching a nipple through my dress. My nipples throbbed. It’s the time of the month when they get sensitive.

My two men undressed, and I turned around leading their cocks toward my mouth. I took each cock in my mouth, sucking each one to hardness. While I sucked on Jay’s cock, Josh jackhammered my cunt with his fingers. When it was Josh’s turn, he grabbed my ponytails and jammed his cock deep in my throat hard and fast until I gagged. Josh is huge! He’s at least 10 inches long. His cock is thick and smooth, hair neatly shaved. I caught my breath and looked up at him with a big smile. He’s getting more comfortable with me, bolder, more aggressive. I like it.

Jay stepped over to the other side of the bed, making room for me between the two of them. I positioned myself on all fours to suck Jay’s cock, and presented my upturned butt to Josh. He rolled a rubber on.

“Where do you want me?” Josh was hard and ready.

“In my pussy,” I begged. “I want you in my pussy first. Then I want you to take your rubber off before you fuck my ass. I want you to fill my ass with cum.”

“I don’t think that’s safe,” he started. “But I’ll fuck your ass good, and take my rubber off when I’m ready to cum. I’ll fill your ass.”

I thought it amusing that Josh didn’t mind putting his naked cock in my mouth, but thought it unsafe to fuck my pussy and ass without a condom. Safe sex propaganda warped into his own version of whatever makes him feel secure. It doesn’t make sense to me, but I wasn’t about to argue with him while I was bent over on all fours, my butt swinging from side to side, begging him, “Please…”

Jay drowned my pleas with his cock. Josh drove hard into my pussy, forcing me to swallow Jay’s cock. I was squeezed tight between two men pushing me even tighter into myself. My throat gurgled squeals as Josh whispered, “You like taking that big cock, don’t you?”

Josh looked over at Jay’s video camera, sitting placidly on the side table. “You wanna film this?” he asked. Jay turned the light and the camera on. I was still on all fours, still ready for more fucking.

Josh got back in my cunt, ground my meat hard, made my spine weak. Then he pulled out, and rammed his cock into my ass. “You like that? You like that big cock balls deep in your ass? Mmm… squealing, huh? You’re gonna take this big cock. Take it! Take it!” All that nasty talk while he plowed my ass deep drove me crazy.

“Now hold your ass wide open,” Josh ordered me. He stripped the rubber off his cock and jerked himself off into my gaping void. His legs were shaking. Jay was behind him with the camera, his arm shaking too. Josh stepped away, spent.

“Come here, Jay,” I called. “Put your cock inside me. I want to feel his cum oozing out of my ass while you fuck me.”

Jay turned me on my back and pushed his cock deep inside my sopping wet ass. He handed me the camera so he could give me a proper fucking. He shivered in the heat of my cum filled hole. “Let her lick your cock clean,” Jay told Josh. Josh’s fat cock filled my mouth again while Jay offered more cum into my overflowing ass.

Jay went off to wash up. “Kinky tonight, hmmm?” Josh smiled at me while he was getting dressed. I was still laying on my back on the bed, feeling satisfied.

When Jay got back, Josh was dressed. “Well, that was a lot of excitement for me for one night. I hope you don’t mind me just leaving.”

I gave him a hug. “Thanks for coming over.”

Later on, while I sat across my laptop, I asked Jay, “Does Josh know about MLS?”

“Yeah,” Jay said. “I sent him a link a while back. I even sent him your email address. Hasn’t he emailed you yet?”

“No,” I replied thoughtfully. I don’t mind. I’m starting to like him just coming and going as he does. No need get to know each other or be caught in politenesses. I like keeping it simple. He’s reliable, ready, hot and well hung. What more can we ask?

What am I smiling about? And what could Jay be saying behind me?