Exotica

ELSEWHERE

The cold, north-Greenland tundra is absolutely still in the frozen night. The only movement is in the rising and falling chests of the hunting expedition party as they sleep in their igloo.

IN THE BRAIN:
A sex scene. Warm, hot breathing. They're alone in the driftwood turf-hut by the coast. Outside is a blustery evening, the 45-minute day is nearing its end. But something keeps interrupting things right as they're getting good: a cry from way out towards the frozen coast. Sounds like a seal pup. They want to have sex but this is hard to ignore. The couple agrees to go see what's up. They slip back into their undergarments, their mid-garments, and their outer-garments. They step out the fur flap which in his dream-state the man has to fumble with to get open. (In reality the flap is his pillow case).

They can't see much for the wind blowing up snow. They hear the cry again and follows its direction. Eventually they come to a blip in the whiteness which as they approach reveals itself to be the pup, alone. Far away from anything. He's bloody and almost dead. They stop. This is not good. What is this pup doing out here? Polar bears are like sharks, they can smell blood from miles away.

THE NEXT MAN IS DREAMING OF A SHIP.
He heard tell when he was a kid of somebody's grandpa's brother once when that guy was a kid say that there was tell of a ship. A big ship like a hundred times bigger than a canoe that could sail across the ocean and it crashed into the ice where the people came off the boat and met the brother's people. The people from the boat wanted to know where the brother people got the stuff on the tips of their weapons which was iron from a big meteorite that had fallen down from space and crash-landed into a mountain nearby. That's why the brother people lived where they did.

The brother people agreed to take the new guys there in exchange for some of the nails from their ship. So anyways that's the ship that the guy was dreaming about. The only difference was this ship was empty and it was very old and it was night. He was dreaming that the hunting expedition had returned to the coast to get back to their village and they by this point were very tired because they had run out of food and the hunt had been a failure because they hadn't killed anything. So they were very forlorn and didn't want to return empty-handed, and just then, they saw this ship way out on the coast frozen up in ice. Of course, the other guys didn't know what it was and even the guy dreaming didn't until he remembered from his childhood about the big boat with giant masts that had come crashing through the ice. So he told that to the other guys and they all got excited and ran up to the ship and they climbed up on a ramp which had been lowered over the side. On the deck of the ship was actually that meteorite which had been bundled all up in leather and ropes and it was cold and hard as ice and smooth to the touch.


My Southern Belle

The summer night is so still except for the lapping of the river against the shore and the wind blowing through the pussy willows lightly. The whole starry kingdom is alight. The trees are absolutely black against the silent, blue, starry night. Me and this girl have escaped the house and are running down to the river. The quiet house is all lit up and its light is pouring out the windows into the night. Her hand is in my hand and I hold it tightly as we run.

We get to the beach beneath a big cottonwood tree. We take off our shoes and the wet sand is cool under our feet. There's nothing out there the other way, just pasture and night. She's standing away from me, in front of me. I feel a rush that we are outside exposed like this. But the night makes me feel hidden, I can see her only slightly. She is blue, and gold, and cream-colored.

I go up to her and take her in my arms. I'm hard already, I've been hard since we left the house. She presses right up against me and my cock presses into her stomach. Her head is on my chest. She gets on her tiptoes and kisses me. She's so pretty. I kiss her and my arms are around her back and we're making out. Then I move my hand down and grab her ass with one of my hands. It's so soft. Then I move my other hand down and grab the other asscheek. I can feel her asscheeks clearly through her thin, cotton short-shorts. I move my fingers between her legs and touch her pussy which is already wet. She's grabbing onto my shirt and moans into my chest. Then she pulls away from me and gets down on her knees. She unzips my jeans and unbuttons them and pulls out my big cock and balls. I can't wait. Her hot breath is tantalizing my cock as she just inspects it. Then her warm, wet lips wrap around my cock just below the tip. She gets it nice and wet. She starts sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down, my cock going in and out of her mouth. It feels so good and wet I could bust right now. I wish I could bust right in her mouth, I wanna fuck her in the throat and cum all down her throat. 

I can't take this anymore. I pick her up and put her behind me then I turn around and slowly I rip off her shorts. Her ass is perfect. So supple and fuckable. I flip her upside down and her mouth slides right onto my cock. She bobs up and down as I eat her pussy. I hold her with one arm and grab her ass with my free hand as I eat her pussy. I can't handle this any more, I'm gonna bust right in her mouth.

I flip her back around and hold her right above my long, hard cock. I can't wait to fuck her. I can't wait to put it in. I might cum from the anticipation. I lower her down on my cock. It slides right in. One inch, two. She takes all of them, so wet. 

I begin to fuck her like a jack hammer. She's taking the whole length of my long cock. I can't imagine how good it must feel for her. I fuck her slow, my cock slowly sliding all the way in and back out then back in. Her little ass is so tight. I take her to the grass bank of the river and fuck her over the bank of the river, holding her slender waist in my hands, fucking her hard. I'm not gonna last much longer. The night is so beautiful. The air is so cool on my now shirtless body. I love her so much. She tells me to cum inside her. That sends me over the edge and I start cumming. I lean in with my full cock as I cum inside of her. I love watching my cock fuck her tight little ass. 

She tells me she wants me to cum on her face. I told her I already came but she doesn't care at all. My long cock slips out of her and is still mostly hard. She takes me over to the river and kneels in the shallow lapping water. She takes my cock in her hands. She licks the tip once. I'm hard as a rock. She slips my cock in her mouth, slowly this time, just the tip. Slowly she moves back and forth, just the tip of my cock in her mouth. I feel like I might bust again.

She's so beautiful. I love her so much. We just met but I think of all the good memories we will have together and how much I trust her. She's so beautiful and I'm really excited to get to spend more time with her.

Suddenly I'm cumming. I cum in her mouth a little bit then she pulls it out and I cum ropes all over her lips and face. She's so cute, smiling up at me. Then she puts my cock back in her mouth and takes the last few ropes of cum in her mouth. Her hand runs up and down my washboard abs. I've got a boy-next-door thing going on.

She looks so good with my cum on her face. Her eyes are closed as she gently is sucking my cock. She swallows. She knows she did a good job. She was locked in. I wish I could fuck her again.

FROM HER PERSPECTIVE

When he bent me over the riverbank I couldn't believe it. I was so excited to get fucked by him, even though I was a little bit nervous. His cock was bigger than I'd expected. But it was no problem for me; I was born with a naturally fathomless vagina. He was so cute and I loved him so much. I was so excited to get to know him a little better, even though it felt like we'd already known each other for forever.

Anyways, when he bent me over the riverbank I couldn't believe it. The soft grass in-between my fingers. I could feel the crisscrossed twigs and grass burning into my palm. I knew my shirt was going to get a little bit dirty. I wished he'd been grabbing my tits more, which are so cute and little and perky but not too little. They're a great size. When he bent me over I couldn't wait to get fucked by him. I'd felt so wet since he ate me out in that standing-69 position.

He held his cock at the edge of my pussy, just the tip was in. Then he grabbed me by the hips (I love when they do that) and slid his cock into me. When it went in, oh my god. I took the whole thing. I felt like I might pass out. Every movement I could feel it, every stroke; his cock was electrifying.

By the time he came I must have cum 15 times already. I wasn't done with him yet so I asked to suck his cock so he could cum on my face. I really wanted him to cum on my face. He was cute, and I was trying to impress him. I sucked him slow, and I came a few more times as I did so, especially when he was cumming on my face. Afterwards he gave me my shirt to wipe the cum off with then he gave me a kiss on the cheek. The wind had started to pick up by then so we decided to go back to my house. I thought a storm might be coming in.


THE FOURTH AND FINAL GUY WAS ALSO DREAMING ABOUT A SHIP. Except this ship was racing, cutting quickly through the seas. They'd kept a good pace for days by this point. The western wind was holding. Their destination: Paradisio. Brazil. The Italian caravel was manned by a crew of 26, one for each letter of the alphabet. The man's role on the ship was undefined, unimportant. What mattered was that he was there, and that the ship was racing.

One day towards sunset he was looking out over the water, wondering how much longer it would be until they reached paradise. It felt like they'd been sailing forever, though below him he could see the water flying past at a great pace and above him he could see the sails plump with air. His best friend Giovanni came over to him.

"My pal," Giovanni said, "why the long face?"

The man sighed. "How long do you think until we get there, Gio? I can't wait. Every night my dreams are filled with colorful visions, sweet scents of juicy meat, love-making with Brazilian women on the beach. The bright, mysterious, dark, and vivid country of Brazil haunts my waking thoughts. I'm starting to wonder if we made a mistake leaving our Italia behind. I miss my villa and my children."

"My friend," Giovanni said, throwing his arm over the man's shoulder, "look out there and tell me what you see."

The man looked out at the beautiful sunset. Its rich, deep colors filled the sky and poured over the waves, which broke in infinity towards the horizon.

"I see God out there, and I see His promise to us. We made no mistake boarding this boat. Every night in your dreams, it is God paying you a visit to show what he has in store for you. Colorful visions, sweet scents of juicy meat, love-making with Brazilian women on the beach. It will be ours soon, and I will be there next to you, my friend. Now go to bed, for you see the sun has fallen below the horizon."

He looked and the sun really had fallen below the horizon. So he went on to bed in the hammocks on the deck of the ship where the whole crew slept, the sweet words of his friend ringing like music in his mind.

When he woke in the morning the captain had a sad announcement to make: Giovanni, our Goldsmith, passed peacefully in the night of a broken heart. Sometimes people have more going on beneath the surface than they let on. Also, land ho!

The crew jumped for joy and threw their hats in the air, except for the fourth Inuit hunter, who was sad.

My Sexy Goth Girlfriend

When I was in high school I had a crush on Raven Smith, who was the hottest goth chick in school, though nobody knew it. At my school, it was all jocks and Staceys, and dying your hair black was basically a death sentence. It's not like it mattered, 'cause I was a nobody anyway, and Raven Smith didn't have a clue who I was.

We had one class together, gym class. Period 4B. Every day I would slip into my triple-layered nylon gym shorts and chastity belt and put the key in my gym locker. I had to do this because Raven had the nasty habit of wearing the most adorable hot-pink fringe-laced Adidas short-shorts to class everyday that coach had given her from the lost and found. But let me tell you. That ass, was perfect. The supple curve, tasteful gliding into the lower back, muscles flexed under a wrinkled cotton tee, hands clasped in slow-motion collision-course with (ascent towards) volleyball. Breasts. Squeezed by biceps. Expression: focused, determined, Goth. Sweatless, pallid.

One day I decided I couldn't wait any longer, I couldn't stand her having no idea in the world who I was. When gym was over I went to the locker room and masturbated. I threw away the key to my chastity belt. I paced back and forth for exactly 17 minutes, the average amount of time it took Raven to shower, change, and start walking down the hallway. Then I exploded out the door of the locker room.

There she was, glowing white. I'd startled her.

"Hey Raven," I said.

She just kept walking. She must have had headphones in.

RAVEN SMITH:

We were laying on our sides and Chad was fucking me in the ass. We were in a bed in the hallway of my old junior high. Random people I used to go to school with kept walking by but he didn't stop. He had his hand over my mouth. He started cumming and I woke up.

It was morning. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. I took a minute to orient myself then I masturbated.

It was Friday. My dad was already gone. I got my overnight oats from the fridge and and sat down at the table to eat them.

I had lots of different flavors of overnight oats. Maple brown sugar. Strawberry coconut. Today was apple slices with lemon juice and cinnamon. I called it The Firetruck. I put on some music while I ate and then I took a shower. Mornings were always my favorite part of the day. Then I did my Goth makeup and headed out for school.

My dad's house was in Sugarhouse right around the 15th and 15th area. I walked right down 15th East to get to school. I had a little extra time so I decided to walk past Einstein's to see if my best friend Starfire was working. Lo and behold she was.

"Hey babes," she said when I came in. There were a few customers drinking coffee and reading.

"Slow morning?" I asked.

"Just a few regulars. TIPS HAVE BEEN GOOD. Whoops." She giggled. "Tips have been good. I've been making a lot more money since I started working instead of going to class anyway."
"I bet."

She started making me a hot cocoa. "Well," she said, "have you decided who you're gonna ask to the Ball?"

A shock ran through me. "No," I said quickly. "I'm not sure." With counterfeit resolve: "Our school is just a bunch of jocks and Staceys!  Where dying your hair black is apparently sexual suicide. No offense."

"None taken. Well, you'd better find somebody quick." She made a nervous-excited face. "Chad and I are going as Hamlet and Ophelia. I can't wait."

I looked down at my hands.

"Don't worry, Raven," she said. "Your perfect man is out there somewhere."

CUT TO: MALE NARRATOR IS PLAYING BASKETBALL OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL. HE SHOOTS A 3-POINTER FROM DEEP COURT.

And he scores! Another one for the rookie from out West. 

I looked at my Apple Watch, 3:53. Shoot, I was gonna be late for seminary. Fortunately there was a temple right across the street. I grabbed my bag and bolted. As I was running I saw my cousin burst out the front doors of the school. She must have been coming from debate. Books clasped with both arms; glasses, bangs, turtleneck sweater pushed up to the elbows. Forward lean, left ankle kicked back. Black-buckle Mary Janes with cute frilly socks. An exaggerated bead of sweat on her brow.

"Cousin!" I cried.

She turned and saw me. We both got in right as the exo-shield was lowered.

"Phew!" She said. "That was close."

"Damn these school shooters!" I said.

We walked over to the freight elevator and pressed the call button. She was looking down at my forearms.

"Wow, Anon," she said. "Not bad. Have you been working out?"

"Yeah," I said with a sigh.

"Nice. I'm just coming from debate."

"I knew it."

"Yeah."

We stepped into the freight elevator.

"Man," I said, "Pastor light-blue Jean is gonna kill me. I didn't finish my 100,00 prostrations."

My cousin laughed. "I'm sure you'll be fine, Anon. Pastor Jean doesn't believe in the destruction of life anyways."

That made me feel a little bit better. I pressed the -20 button on the elevator.

"Have you figured out who you're taking to the end-of-year gala?" I asked.

"Nope," she said, "I'm gonna be out of town. Brad and I are going to the Maldives."

"Wow," I said, "That's nice!"

"I know!" She giggled. "I can't wait."

"You've got yourself quite the man," I said. I sighed. "It seems like everybody's got a date except for me…"

The Uptown Art-College

Johnny Sins and I were walking downtown. I think we were headed to an art gallery. We were in FIDI by Wall Street and Big Al's Famous Chicago Style Pizza. I was having a great time. Suddenly the world reloaded and we were teleported way uptown to The Bronx.

"What the hell!" I said. We were both looking around.

We were at a huge art-college campus with great green lawns and little bungalow houses all around. The campus buildings were all very nice and new, the school must have been very well funded. In the distance were blue snowy mountains.

I started complaining to Johnny. I really didn't want to be in The Bronx. The Bronx was very far away.

He stroked my cheek and held me. "Don't fret, my little dove," he said. Johnny Sins always knew what to say to make me feel better.

Suddenly an idea struck me. "I've got it, Johnny," I said. "We have our paragliders with us, we can just paraglide back downtown!"

"You never fail to impress me, Jack."

I took my blue paraglider out of my inventory and Johnny did the same with his red one. We saw that we had to pass through the great stone library to get to the shingled roof on the other side. When we entered we saw my friend Miles inside.

"Miles!" I said. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. You're my only friend in grad school at the moment." I looked around at the interior of the building. It was very nice inside. The ceiling was extremely high and the whole building was shale-colored. We were by the bathroom and a drinking fountain.

"I'm happy to see you, too," Miles said, "But I'm afraid I can't say the same. What reason could you have to be up here in the Bronx? It's very far away."

"I wish I knew either," I said. "It must be some sort of memory processing or something. All I know is that Johnny Sins and I have to get back downtown ASAP to finish our date."

Miles liked our plan and decided to join us. His paraglider was green.

We walked out of the building and started crawling out on the shingled roof. The drop was very far, a few hundred feet at least. Below us was a shale-tile courtyard, the lower exit to the library. I got scared and started grabbing at the shingles. The roof started collapsing in on itself. It was a bouncy house roof. I was very scared and sliding off the bouncy house roof. The drop was so far it was foggy. It was an impossibly tall building. 

At that very moment when I was about to fall, Johnny flew in on his paraglider. He swooped me and Miles right up. We were soaring through the air. The college campus was beautiful from up here. Even the impossibly tall buildings looked small. I could see all the way down to the tip of Manhattan. The air was crisp and clear that day.

Up ahead was a very tall chainlink fence. Johnny tried to get us some elevation and we barely cleared it. Things started to get shaky after that. We were losing altitude.

Miles and I locked eyes. I could see the terror in his face. We were right over that great green lawn I had seen from up above. It was getting closer, til it was right there.

Finally, at exactly the perfect moment, the three of us jumped off the paraglider. The paraglider continued on without us. The chorus of My Own Worst Enemy by Lit started playing, and we all started laughing and celebrating. I jumped up into Johnny Sins' arms and spattered him with kisses. My legs were wrapped around his back.

Earlier in the night
Me and my two roommates were stopped by the cyber-police. We were in the Tron version of Salt Lake City which is crime-ridden and very industrial. It's always nighttime there.

The cyber-police shone a bright white flashlight into the car then waved us on. They were looking for somebody, not an uncommon occurrence in Tron Salt Lake. We were driving down Tron 7th East, towards my dad's place near Liberty Park. We needed somewhere to be. It was best to lay low on a night like this.

We pulled up to my dad's trailer. Lights off, nobody was home. We went inside. He'd left a note on the shotgun chair facing the door.

GONE OUT. GETTING MILK

Funny. Dad always had a knack for comedy

I took my sunglasses off and went into the small kitchen. White, moulded-wood paneling covered most of the walls. The kitchenware was random and sparse. I stepped across the floor in my heavy boots.

My roommates Jesse and Gentilly came in. They had a big square of hamburger meat. A rare delicacy these days.

I looked fondly at the meat square. "When I was a kid my dad used to use his Resistance connections to get us bison meat from the New Great Plains Project," I said. "It'd show up in organ transplant boxes."

It had been a long time since I'd tasted bison meat. And the mush rations were getting smaller every year.

"Can I have some of that?" I asked.

They said there wasn't enough to share so I rifled through the cabinets. Inside I found a snack-sized ziplock bag of breaded tofu. The oven was subscription-based so I had to eat it raw.

I wandered into the secondary living room. Dusty, flat. A picture of my mother who'd died fighting with the Arctic Alliance. On my dad's reading table was his famous double chocolate cake recipe. I picked it up and started reading it.

DUNBAR'S PERFECT CHOCOLATE CAKE

Perfectly moist, two-tiered double-chocolate fudge cake recipe with cocoa cream cheese icing. I picked up this recipe from the Old Texas Resistance forces outside Upper Austin. Commander Dunbar relayed it to me on his dying breath. He said his lifelong dream was to try it with a cold glass of Alaskan Milk. Here's to Commander Dunbar, and his unbreakable spirit:

2 cups cocoa powder
4 eggs
2 sticks butter
1 cup flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
2 cups sugar
1 cup cream cheese

Beat together eggs and 1 cup cocoa powder and 1 cup sugar and 1 stick butter in a big bowl. Add the flour and the baking powder and mix them in. Then get another bowl and beat together the cream cheese, the other cup of cocoa powder, the other cup of sugar, and the other stick of butter.

Pour the first mix into a cake pan and put it into the oven which you were supposed to preheat to 300 degrees.

Once it's done spread the other bowl which is the frosting all over it.

Trade your children for a ticket up north.

The End.

I'd always wanted to try Dunbar's cake. Dad couldn't ever stop raving about it. He'd gotten one slice, the night before the Battle of Upper Austin, and said he was never the same since. He tried for years to get a cocoa voucher through the nutrient lottery, substituting eggs-II and e-butter, but when that sector shut down he gave it up.

I wandered back into the first living room. Something had rubbed me the wrong way about it when we came in, but I wasn't sure what. I looked again at his note. GONE OUT. GETTING MILK. That's when I realized; his shotgun was missing.

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