Sequel to Drabble Cascade #25 - Time
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charisstomaTitle: Interview with Elder Zil (cephalopods/humans-male, R)
Author: charisstoma
Word count:646
Sequel to Drabble Cascade #25 -Time
I wouldn’t have gone with my pod-mates except that there was this itchy feeling in my tips. What is it my Engish Literature Professor said, ‘something something, by the pricking of my thumbs, something something.’ It was something like that, a foretelling. My pod-mates said that they’d found some ‘hot to trot’ locals willing to try new things and invited me along. What ‘hot to trot’ has to do with what is obviously meant to be an exchange of sexual pleasures, I’m not sure. There were only two locals, we were three and there were enough tentacles to pleasure without me involved, my pod-mates anticipated this and gave me the image capturing device to perform documentation of the activities. The locals requested copies for them as well. It was all consensual if a little boring.
The pleasuring had slowed to minute slow thrusts of reproductive arms as the locals were in their recuperative stage. Periodically there’d be a moan and I suppose that could have been from either a tip caress on the local male’s interior gland or maybe, as that male was more adventurous, Awas had applied his salivary papilla into the urethra and wiggled it. I will tell you that the trip here from home was long and the elders knew what would appeal to young minds interested in sampling a full experience of cultural exchanges.
What the young male local thought entering into a room where his friends were being sampled is hard to determine even years after living with Daniel. He froze in place, a common cautionary trait, and then slowly lowered his keys into a receptacle near the doorway entrance. There was a flash of his eyes towards the windows through which light streamed; he told me later that the neighbors could have seen inside the room. Evidently sharing the viewing of sexual activity is rarely practiced in a public or semi-public setting. We share that with the locals, usually, except in similar events like when Daniel and I met.
I would have liked that his notice of me had been before the viewing conditions of the windows but I’d been struck into immobility also. Daniel was beautiful in a Homo sapiens way and had entirely too many fabric coverings in my opinion. I want to say, the Elders had thought at one time to cover our mating arms in fabric to accommodate the local fabric wearing standard but that was not well received by the local populous, something about drawing attention and bright colored penis wrappers called condoms. The Locals’ elders discretely suggested ‘letting it all hang out’ and ‘letting the tree be lost in the forest’. Daniel has explained this idiom to me and when I want him to feel ‘frisky’, another idiom, I manipulate the chromatophores on that particular arm. Never fails to cause a rising of his reproductive appendage and especially if I wiggle the tip. This is a smile by the way in local parlance; I believe in truth in advertizing.
“Tell me you aren’t talking about our sex life Zil.”
“This is Daniel, my lover, spouse, main squeeze. Isn’t he all that I’ve said and no you can’t have him. You need to go find your own.”
“Zil, you’re coloring … in public.”
“Ah, you must excuse us. You know it is customary to greet a sex-mate on their arrival. If you’ll excuse us and no, no image capturing. You will use the door immediately. Daniel and I are …”
“Zil!”
This reporter would like to say that I took advantage of the window viewing of Elder Zil and his Homo sapiens mate exchanging greeting pleasure but custom is custom and Elder Zil is allowed to not share their sexual experiences in spite of the fresh crop of pod-mates soon to be voyaging to here, the home planet of Daniel-hec-Zil, for their educational cultural exchange.
Author: charisstoma
Word count:646
Sequel to Drabble Cascade #25 -Time
I wouldn’t have gone with my pod-mates except that there was this itchy feeling in my tips. What is it my Engish Literature Professor said, ‘something something, by the pricking of my thumbs, something something.’ It was something like that, a foretelling. My pod-mates said that they’d found some ‘hot to trot’ locals willing to try new things and invited me along. What ‘hot to trot’ has to do with what is obviously meant to be an exchange of sexual pleasures, I’m not sure. There were only two locals, we were three and there were enough tentacles to pleasure without me involved, my pod-mates anticipated this and gave me the image capturing device to perform documentation of the activities. The locals requested copies for them as well. It was all consensual if a little boring.
The pleasuring had slowed to minute slow thrusts of reproductive arms as the locals were in their recuperative stage. Periodically there’d be a moan and I suppose that could have been from either a tip caress on the local male’s interior gland or maybe, as that male was more adventurous, Awas had applied his salivary papilla into the urethra and wiggled it. I will tell you that the trip here from home was long and the elders knew what would appeal to young minds interested in sampling a full experience of cultural exchanges.
What the young male local thought entering into a room where his friends were being sampled is hard to determine even years after living with Daniel. He froze in place, a common cautionary trait, and then slowly lowered his keys into a receptacle near the doorway entrance. There was a flash of his eyes towards the windows through which light streamed; he told me later that the neighbors could have seen inside the room. Evidently sharing the viewing of sexual activity is rarely practiced in a public or semi-public setting. We share that with the locals, usually, except in similar events like when Daniel and I met.
I would have liked that his notice of me had been before the viewing conditions of the windows but I’d been struck into immobility also. Daniel was beautiful in a Homo sapiens way and had entirely too many fabric coverings in my opinion. I want to say, the Elders had thought at one time to cover our mating arms in fabric to accommodate the local fabric wearing standard but that was not well received by the local populous, something about drawing attention and bright colored penis wrappers called condoms. The Locals’ elders discretely suggested ‘letting it all hang out’ and ‘letting the tree be lost in the forest’. Daniel has explained this idiom to me and when I want him to feel ‘frisky’, another idiom, I manipulate the chromatophores on that particular arm. Never fails to cause a rising of his reproductive appendage and especially if I wiggle the tip. This is a smile by the way in local parlance; I believe in truth in advertizing.
“Tell me you aren’t talking about our sex life Zil.”
“This is Daniel, my lover, spouse, main squeeze. Isn’t he all that I’ve said and no you can’t have him. You need to go find your own.”
“Zil, you’re coloring … in public.”
“Ah, you must excuse us. You know it is customary to greet a sex-mate on their arrival. If you’ll excuse us and no, no image capturing. You will use the door immediately. Daniel and I are …”
“Zil!”
This reporter would like to say that I took advantage of the window viewing of Elder Zil and his Homo sapiens mate exchanging greeting pleasure but custom is custom and Elder Zil is allowed to not share their sexual experiences in spite of the fresh crop of pod-mates soon to be voyaging to here, the home planet of Daniel-hec-Zil, for their educational cultural exchange.
