The Morning After

Her Favorite Lover

Threesome Being a Short Digression on Human Biology

As my dear readers may have noticed, it is very common in my world for women to have multiple sexual partners. In fact, this is not only the case among humans, but among most mammals as well as other classes of animals.

The first reason for this is simple biology. The birth ratio on my world is significantly skewed towards the male in that there are approximately five human males born to every female human. Also, women live significantly longer lives than men. Finally, even in your world, the greater the sexual dimorphism of a species, the likelier it is for the physically dominant gender to be polygamous, and that principle also applies in mine.

The extreme sexual dimorphism in my world means that all human societies are female-dominated, and cultural variations never vary in this regard. In the majority of societies in my world, women may take multiple husbands, and in the ones that are monogamous, women usually keep additional lovers in the house in arrangements similar to concubinage or slavery. Furthermore, women are socialized to be sexually adventurous and promiscuous, and having multiple husbands and lovers is considered a badge of prestige. On the other hand, even in recent times, men are still expected to be chaste and demure in matters of sex and other earthly pleasures, and to defer in these matters to the wishes of women. In this context, it is thus easy to see why it is that what is called a threesome in your world is merely a matter of course in mine.

The Love Nest

In my world, as I've written about here and here, it's very common for women to carry on affairs with multiple men. Many women maintain love nests, apartments in the city where they keep their boys, dropping in for quick lunchtime trysts or even afternoons off from the office. These men are oftentimes secretaries or assistants of their mistresses, but are usually just men with youth and looks on their side, latching on to any chance at financial stability. After all, a nice apartment and a steady income is difficult to come by for most men in my world.

Among the demimonde, competition is vicious and the eyes of women wander quickly to other men. Men in these relationships will do anything to keep their mistress' interest. Perhaps this is what makes women enjoy these relationships all the more, and what drives the jealousies of husbands who would love nothing more than to see this class of men spurned by polite society. Yet in spite of their best efforts, sometimes events and time conspire against these poor creatures, and they find themselves thrown unexpectedly and piteously to the sidewalk, faces streaked with tears, their futures bleak and uncertain. Hold your venomous thoughts awhile then, for the boy pictured above, for while he may be living high for now, providence may yet have a more unkind fate in store for him before long.

Ecstasy

All She Wants For Christmas.....

Before or After, It's Always Time for More Advertising

Some cigarette companies in my world play on the image of the rugged individualism of cowgirls astride horses in the American West, while others just use a whole lot of sex to sell their wares.

You may be wonderin', would bare breasts be allowed on advertising billboards on my world? And I would tell you that yes, yes they are. We're not as prudish about bodies and body parts over here in my world, unlike in yours, and over here, full nudity of both women and men can be found on giant billboards plastered over city skylines and highway-sides. But more on that later.

As an aside, these ads are a nod to one of my favorite online authors, marknew742 who wrote two of my favorite stories, Tara's Lathe and Matt & Emma. His stories are novella-length, and he puts in a lot of effort into creating believable situations and characters. I don't share his love of hugely muscular women though, but it's easy to read past that and just enjoy the scenarios he creates of worlds where women become the stronger sex, physically and so much more.

Stronger

"You're not that strong," I declared loudly.  She didn't say anything, but she was smirking at me.  I put up my fists like a boxer, pulled a head feint like I'd seen on TV, and then threw a couple of jabs at her hip.  The first one hit against solid muscle but the second ran into her hip bone.  "Ow," I said.

"You box like a boy," she said, amused.

The blow to my ego was probably worse than my throbbing knuckles.  I'd thought I'd made a passable impression of a boxer.  I made a sulky face and turned around and yelped as I was suddenly sailing through air as she'd picked me up from behind and tossed me effortlessly onto her large and thankfully very soft bed.  I struggled to stand up among the rumpled bedclothes as she leaped onto the bed next to me and I was thrown violently back again from the force of her landing.

"Still think I'm not that strong?" she asked as she loomed over me, chuckling deeply.  I stood up, and looked up at her, craning my neck to see her eye-to-eye.  In truth, she was very tall and strong for a girl.  I just felt like being contrary.

"Whatever, wimp," I grunted, and threw myself against her body.  She laughed.  She hadn't budged an inch.

"Tell ya what," she said. "I'll give you three tries to push me over, and if you succeed, then I'll... take you to Wonderland this weekend."

I'd been bugging her to take me to the amusement park for weeks. I'd had fantasies of being strapped into her lap on the big rides that we hadn't been allowed to go on when I had gone with my brothers last year. Men are too small for those rides to ride by ourselves. I crossed my arms and looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. "And what if I lose?"

She laughed. "Each time you fail, you have to strip off an item of your clothing."

Without warning, I snarled and threw my whole weight into her. I thought I felt her give but then her abdomen tensed against me and I was shoved back.

"Off with his shirt!" she hollered.

I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor beside the bed. She grinned as she cocked her arms and flexed her biceps, showing off. I stepped back and then ran headlong into her stomach. Oof. It was like running into a brick wall.

She cackled triumphantly.

I untied the drawstring of my shorts and peeled them off, panting a little. "Okay," I said, "I give up." I flopped backwards onto the bed. I was out of breath. Also, rubbing up against her had made me a little... hot.

"Then I win by forfeit," she said as she reached down and hooked her large fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my knees. "Looks like my boy likes a big strong woman." She was smiling. Wrapping one hand around my calf, she pulled me, giggling, under her.

That weekend, she took me to Wonderland anyway.

Summer Fling

Sweet, sweet burn,
Of sun and summer wind.
And you my boy,
My new fun thing,
My summer fling.

The Kiss #2