Notes


THE EXPERIMENT

"A. Wilder, scientist, PhD in nanotechnology..." You're reading through notes, still not believing your eyes. This man is more than you could ever imagine. His intelligence and versatility, passion for everything he does - these characters traits drive you insane, not to say his physical features: piercing yet dreamy eyes of a turquoise color, 80s hair - a perfect mess, big nose made in such an eye-catching form, lips carved by a talented sculptor... You're waiting to meet your companion, sitting with your legs crossed, wearing formal monochrome suit, old-school heels and hipster glasses. Your heartbeat goes faster when he enters the laboratory. His moves are naturally alluring as well as...
⁃ Good evening, miss.
...his voice.
⁃ Nice to see you again, mr. Wilder, - you answer softly, while the atmosphere around him becomes warm and inviting - as always.
⁃ Today has been a long day, but the mystery is not solved.
⁃ We still don't have a clue about those materials, do we?
⁃ Unfortunately, scanning tunneling microscope's powers are not endless. Transparency, which is our destination, will be reached in a long forty years or more.
⁃ "Or less" - you thought.
⁃ Or less, - he spoke it outloud. - We already know a lot, I mean, you're able to do a deep analysis of atoms, but making a metamaterial which can refract the light in a specific way to make oneself invisible - well, that's impossible for now. - he touched his hair, overwhelmed by thoughts.
⁃ But even X-ray was once considered a mystification. - you made a slight attempt to cheer him up.
⁃ Exactly, that's why I still dream of spy glasses, - he smiled, and you saw something in his expression... Nevermind.
⁃ Oh, I adore the tricks. How would you use it?
⁃ May I leave it in secret? Haha.
No, it's obvious, he's looking at you differently than the day before. This second made your palms wet... What goes next?
⁃ I bet, for personal purposes, - you couldn't help but roast him a little.
⁃ You're right, - he raised one eyebrow. - It's a pity I don't have one at the moment. - he takes a pen out of his whites, starting to rub the chin with it. Meanwhile his eyes are killing you softly, so these movements become unholy.
⁃ But you don't need to, - you suddenly blurted it out and immediately put on a serious face.
⁃ So, - he tried to look as usual too, - You mean that I can investigate the space under the surfaces in this room without any extra gadgets?
You nodded.
⁃ Ok. I think I can start.
Alan sits near you, and the atmosphere in this mysteriously illuminated cabinet gets even warmer. He moves his face closer, and you start feeling its parts with your sensitive skin, he opens soft, juicy lips to connect them with your own, and this kind of conversation is what you've been craving all these exhausting days of hard work. Alan's kiss is not a prelude to an intercourse, it's sex itself.
You realize he's still holding something in his aesthetic hands. The tip of his pen touches your knee, goes up the plain office skirt... His long eyelashes swing open. He throws out the pen and places his unbelievably long fingers between your burning thighs, and even though a thin, nearly transparent lace separates you from the direct influence, you feel pulsating waves all way through... At last, he takes it off and goes deeper, deeper inside, you're soaking wet when his impulses intensify. He suddenly stops it when you almost reached the bliss.
⁃ Let's continue here, - he points to the working place.
Alan takes you in his arms, then throws you on the desk, but even this roughness feels elegant. He rushes to get rid of your remaining clothes, while leaving his sexy white robe on. When he's observing your trembling body, the contrast of his hot fingertips and cold metallic table make you wanna come instantly, but he tells you to wait for "the most interesting part". By the way, his British way of pronouncing "in-te-re-sh-ting"... Damn.
You bend your legs and wrap them around his neck. The tip of his nose goes directly into your place, you become tight and the temperature in your depth reaches new value. The whole length of it is now in your pussy, and you can easily detect the shapes. You're running fingers through his messy hair, moaning in ecstasy. The walls in the room seem to disappear, and you're both flying in space...
You can finally see his lovely face. Alan straightens the black tie. He smiles without saying anything. Unbuttons the robe. Calmly takes off his tidy white shirt, then leaves his black pants laying on the shining parquet, and throws briefs somewhere you cannot see.
His naked body is pale, perfect and ready to pounce. Well, even his fingers could play with your imagination. As a scientist, you can't help but analyze. 10,5 inch... Oh, no matter. Needless to say, this cock is out of this world, as Alan himself. Just one thought of it being inside gives you shivers.
The young scientist tells you to turn around and you eagerly obey. He tightly clenches your hips, lifts your body up and you feel his erection on your sensitive parts. A wet cable penetrates your port (he goes there only halfway, you're not able to fit it all), so the reaction is predictable - high voltage. Ticking clock simulates your synchronized movements. They're becoming faster, as if your mind audiotrack's tempo has been exponentially changing. He makes really pleasing sounds that drive you even more, so you're both are close to the coda. Finally, he disconnects himself, leaving a hot liquid on your spine.
After the process you both lay on the heavy table, looking at the bulbs, flasks, light playing in uranium glass. He caresses your neck and breasts softly with his warm fingers. You wrap your hands around him, he pushes his lips against your skin, and you finish your adventure with another long, sensual kiss.
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⁃ I think we came to the consensus, - mr. Wilder, which is now Al for you, stands beside the laboratory door, playing with a pen in his teeth. - Although certain things cannot be reached in this century, some black holes and revelations are yet to be found, we still can try analogues of them in everyday life. Moreover, these discoveries are no less emotional. For example, X-raying my assistant on this table, - he smirked, - or imagining transparency at all levels... Does it make sense?
⁃ Of course. You know, if you'd like to experiment once again, I'm a volunteer.
⁃ I highly value such professionals, - Al placed his big hands around your waist, you leant your head to his chest. He slightly touched your nose with those painted lips.
⁃ It was... - when Alan continued speaking, his timbre filled with low frequencies, - ...like visiting another dimension.
You looked into each other's eyes, then simultaneously checked out the time. 12 p.m!
⁃ It must have been another time count there, - his turquoise eyes smiled.
⁃ For sure, haha.
⁃ So, let's go, my sweet companion.
You locked the lab, took your coats from the wardrobe, dressed up and went out. It was snowing outside, and billions of sparkling water crystals reminded you of a loose fit white robe on Alan's broad shoulders...
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VIOLENCE

I tried to stay calm, but my mind was full of creeping anxiety. What if they saw it? The photograph of him in my trembling hands. David... For real, the art of Michelangelo is nothing compared to you. I might seem blasphemous, but you're God and I'm your holy snake, it's swaying in my hands while my eyes crave your passionate features. I'm coming... Coming to life, I mean, when I'm thinking of you.
Oh, crap... You're almost here, I can hear footsteps down the hall. Today must be the day I'll risk it all. Meanwhile a sinister, subtle voice is whispering in the depth of my soul: "Alan, even your demons are cursed. You should not do it. You should not"
But he walks in. Dressed in black leather again, with fiery glance and honest smile. Sparkles in the corners of his eyes drive me insane, as silly as it sounds. He shakes my hand simply, like nothing has happened. But deep inside I know that he wants it too. Well, I burned him... Talking with Martin about those demos and confessing his fantasies about me just to mock him... What if not? What if he really is dying to touch this "Grease" hair? I bet he is, just... Take a look at these unstoppable hips. Such kind of man always hides guns in his pockets, making it too obvious not to notice.
Come on, just do it. I dare you. DO ME, DAVE.
⁃ Hi, mr. Fox.
⁃ Damn, if you call me like that again, I will...
⁃ Spank you? Haha, - he smirked, but it didn't look disgusting at all.
⁃ Sounds silly. I'm not gonna do this childish stuff. If I really decided to punish you, I would use all of my instruments, so you'd beg me to stop.
⁃ You meant: "not to stop", - Dave moved his body closer to mine, and our hip bones faced each other. Juicy, big, thick... Pictures were popping up, one after another. My thoughts were dizzy.
⁃ Are you testing my patience? - hands clenched involuntarily.
⁃ What? I'm just standing there, looking at you, little foxy guy.
⁃ Well, you asked for it... - Dave could barely hear that hiss. I found an actual microphone laying blissfully on the floor in dressing room. Its cord was long enough to do anything that could come to my mind. I hated it when he called me like that... And I hated the fact he noticed my (not so secret anymore) boner. It made me vulnerable in his eyes. But insecurity is not in my plans, so I just wrapped the improvised rope around his burning body, it was so quick and sudden that he couldn't do anything.
⁃ What the f... - Gahan moaned, as if I were already entering him.
⁃ You can never call me mr. Fox or anything.
⁃ Ok-ok. I won't. - he wore this fucking adorable smile again.
This handsome ass-wiggler was still laying in chains, looking so helpless, metaphorically naked. Heck, I'm not Martin or something, but the last thing I want to do is to be his Master right now. So I've loosen the grip, waiting for the sweetest revenge.
And - as I could have imagined - he stands up, staring at me for a few unbearable seconds. The next moment Dave turned out to be behind me - how?! His movements are shockingly fast. At last, he manages to get rid of our tight black belts and GOSH, I was thinking about this since we've met and finally this time had come.
⁃ Can I just look at this legendary instrument before it destroys me completely? - my voice sounded so strange, raw and hoarse.
⁃ Moreover, - his lips twitched. - You can taste it.
A lump in the throat. I didn't want to get on my knees. And also I couldn't help it - the desire was too strong, so I offered him a trick. ⠀
⁃ Just... Sixty-nine me.
⁃ Wine and dine aren't obligatory, I suppose. ⠀
We simultaneously lay on the dirty sticky floor, finally taking off all the leather. I see him in all of his glory. This perfect, astonishing body full of primordial energy. And well, a good combination with pretty impressive size.
⁃ Alan, - he calls me by my name, which is something. - I always wanna spell it differently. ⠀
⁃ You're going backwards now, too.
When a tip of my nose has touched his dick, I immediately thought about what he could be feeling in the next few minutes. He started to use his crazy tongue, and I was just making fun of it. ⠀
⁃ I'm sure you wouldn't be able to handle...
⁃ Your alanaconda? HAHA. Wait.
It became rough, and I liked it. His lips and even his vampire teeth were discovering my spots, and that bitch started throbbing. I had an irresistible desire to cum, but instead of it I went on pleasing him too, this wet thing was in my fingers as well as in my mouth. Like, the WHOLE thing.
We were doing this for approximately seven minutes in a row, though it felt like eternity. The irrigation was successful. "Liquid" - that's how I'll call my next album, for sure.
I heard a strange noise. Oh, it's just a door opening. Fuck, Martin's coming in. And I wanted more. How violent! Well, I should be grateful even for that... ⠀
⁃ Hey guys... OH MY FREAKING GOD. Where was I? I hate y'all. - *an angelic smile*
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