The totem
A short piece of erotica by Robin Sure

Late one afternoon, as you were searching through the house you had just bought, looking for dry rot and the like, you happened to come across a wooden chest that had previously gone unnoticed. Examining it, you see it looks old beyond measure, the wood stained with age. It looks sturdy though, as if it were built to last, seemingly to protect something valuable above anything else. Your gaze alights upon the heavy iron padlock, and the difficulty you will face getting past it. But wait! There was something the old lady who sold you the house said, something about how there was something in here worth looking after, and she gave you a key. Up till now, you had thought she had meant the house would need care, and the key was an old front door key, but now, you notice how it looks just the right size for the lock. Almost gasping with anticipation, you fumble the key into the lock, spring it open, and throw wide the chest lid. The chest at first seems empty, but when you squint in the half-light, you can see something sat in the very bottom of the chest. Picking it up, you are shocked to see it looks like a dildo! “What a dirty old woman” you think to yourself, amazed that she would keep such a thing, especially at eighty. Looking more closely at it, there appear to be markings in the base, but not in any language you have ever seen. Looking back in the chest for anything that might tell you more about it, you see a slip of paper. Looking at it, you’d guess it was written by the old woman. It reads; “This is a remarkable device that I found in the African jungle, while I was researching social habits among tribe members. Its purpose only became known to me after some experimentation, and is tied into the fact that the males of the tribe frequently had to go on long hunting expeditions, leaving the women sexually unfulfilled. This device, which is apparently called a ‘Totem’ is tied into the quenching of that need. When the small nub is placed inside a woman’s vagina, it grows to fit inside her, leaving the outside section resembling a penis. It locks into the tissues inside the vagina, in such a way that it is effectively a penis, and there appears to be some sort of magic associated with it that causes the gender of the wearer to change, but only around the genital area. This means that it acts as if it were the penis of the wearer, providing them with all the sensations of having one. It was used during lesbian sex, to prevent the tribeswomen from getting too anxious while the men were away. The magic tied up in it causes it to change its form so that it becomes living flesh while it is worn, and can even change its size to fit to the desires of the wearer. This makes it particularly useful, as it can be used by people of all sizes and ages, meaning that there was frequently only one or two totems among thirty to forty women. It was very hard for me to get my hands on this one, and I eventually had to resort to bartering for it. Now I don’t know whether this device will disgust or intrigue you, but let me tell you its me plenty of pleasure in my life, and I think it can do the same for you. Yours sincerely, ‘The dirty old woman’”.
Well after an introduction to the totem like that, there’s no way you can just put it back. As you don’t think that Laura, your lesbian lover, will be back for another few hours, you can’t see any harm in giving it a try. Removing all your clothes, you stand in the attic holding the totem, and slowly move it towards your fanny, until when it gets within a couple of centimetres, it pushes backwards, lunging up your hole, and expanding inside there. The feeling is pleasurable at first, but then you notice it is filling your entire vagina, and numbing it. At the same time, you become aware of a new sensation, that of having a weight between your legs, hanging loose, but at the same time, still fixed to you. Looking down, you the totem, originally so stiff, hanging loosely and rather floppily between your legs. It’s the most incongruous sight you can think of and can’t help giggling. But then you start to really look at it, and you really there is a power to it, an inner strength, that is both scary and arousing. Taking it in your hand, you thrill at the pleasure you feel, and then watch on in amazement as it sits up, perking its head up, shocking you as you watch it grow to a size you have never seen, a full ten inches in length. Thinking about it, you decide to do something naughty with it, but what? As you gaze at the totem, the words of the note. come back to you; " and can even change its size to fit to the desires of the wearer ", which provides you with some interesting thoughts. It seems that the totem has been listening, as you feel an itchy sort of sensation in the totem. ("Not in the totem", you think, "but in my dick"). Looking on in amazement, you watch the totem expand, pushing itself up, and growing in length, until it nestles happily between your breasts. It is a peculiar sight and an even more peculiar sensation, that of experiencing a double feeling, the one of your soft breasts wrapped around your dick, and the other, that of your steel-like 'John Thomas' forcing its way through your breasts. This does, however, pose a problem, in that you are not entirely sure what to do now. This position, although pleasurable, does not afford much movement. The best you can do, it seems, is buck your hips, but that is enough. As you thrust your groin upwards, your penis rubs through the valley of your breasts, but soon slips outwards. After some experimentation, you find that the best way forward is to hold your breasts together in your hands, after spitting profusely on them to provide lubrication. Starting bucking again, the passage of your manhood is far more pleasant, and this time slightly more permanent. As you slowly thrust your hips into the air, your penis rubs against your breasts in a way you've never felt before. The slow silky sensation of the smooth cavernous flesh almost causes you to swoon with pleasure, as the rough penetration of the throbbing member between your mountainous breasts shocks you into waking. The leisurely pace gives you enough pleasure at first, but soon you want more. Your pace increases and the totem pumps its way through your chest, which heaves with desire, adding to the erotic moment. As you stare down at the head of your penis peeking through your breasts you have another naughty thought, along the lines of "Is it possible to fellate oneself with this device?" (Although admittedly, in a slightly more crude way).  In almost immediate response, the totem beanstalks up, until it is within reach of your mouth. A tentative lick provides unimaginable feelings of pleasure, so in a moment of madness, you take the whole head into your mouth. It is indescribable! The sensation of stimulation is amazing, with your hot breath rippling along the length of it, combined with your tongue and lips licking and sucking back and forth along the shaft with a desperation born of desire. After only a few moments of this, you can feel the first lappings of an orgasm. As it slowly builds, your breathing shallows, and you are unable to keep providing lip-service as the intensity increases. As the tide breaks, you feel it roar throughout your body, wave after wave. All your hairs stand on end, you throw back your head and scream a primal scream, but best of all there is a rippling in your penis. As you stare dazedly at the head of the totem, it erupts forth its own inexhaustible supply of juice, sending another thrill through you. It sprays jet after jet covering all of your face and breasts, amazing you with the sheer volume of it. You lie in a happy stupor, too exhausted to move, until you feel a rasping over your skin. It is Laura, your lover, who, it appears, has come just in time to witness the climax. Intrigued by the mixture covering you, she cleans you up while heightening your arousal, and as she finishes, she kisses you full on the lips, passing on a mouthful of the wonderful liquid. As you return that kiss with a passion, your tongues entangling, you remember why you love her. 

Golden Shower-No, not ‘that’ sort!
A short piece of erotica by Robin Sure

“Putting that honey in the shower head might not have been such a great idea”, you think to yourself, “No matter how sexy it is, if it breaks the shower, I’m screwed, and not in a good way”. The idea Laura had to fill the shower head with honey, instantly grabbed your attention, but now it gets down to it, it doesn’t seem so clever. Ah well, who dares, wins eh? With a distinct worry that you are about to break the shower, you undress, step into the shower with Laura and examine the controls. You decide that the only way the water will penetrate the honey is by having it on full power. You do this. The shower head judders slightly, and water begins to trickle out, leaving you rather disappointed. But then, the water leaps into full power, and slowly, as if it were shy, the honey leaps out of a single hole in the shower head. The thin jet lands on Laura's chest, and you pounce upon it, lapping it up with your tongue, causing her to emit a small "Oh!" of surprise. As the first jet continues, another appears as if emboldened by the success of the first. Now it is your turn, as you step under the spray and feel Laura's hands reach around past your hips, stroking their way up your stomach, and in meandering circles slowly come to rest between your breasts. They start to rub the honey over and around your breasts, spreading the honey across them in spirals arcing towards your nipples, erect with arousal. You quiver as she first brushes past them, and then shake as she devotes all of her attention to them. You feel your nipples pulled, squeezed and rolled between her fingers and each time you do, you experience little explosions of pleasure. After this excruciatingly slow dance of pleasure, she (finally!) wanders her hands down to your sex. Wanders down to, and past! You moan loudly at Laura for this, held on the lip of orgasm but not able to topple over. "Shh!" she replies, "anticipation heightens pleasure". She is obviously determined to stand by this, as her hands make slow circles on your thighs, still lubricated by the trickle of honey. She appears skilled, as she keeps you on the edge, but always draws you back from a fall. Her hands finally move back up, and you give a sigh of relief until you realise she is manoeuvring her hands round your hips to rest them on your buttocks which she slowly massages, until she reaches a single finger around to your anus. This, she teases your hole with, grabbing some honey from your chest to oil her finger. After more teasing, she finally plunges her finger in, and begins to explore the inside of your anus, stroking faster and faster, until she plunges another finger in, and another, her three fingers enveloped by your pretty little behind up to her knuckles. These she pumps into your arse slowly, until, after a couple of gasps from you, as you get closer to orgasm, the friction, and bumps of her fingers really getting you going, she freezes. Again it seems, you are to be disappointed, until her other hand begins to creep towards the point you have been trying to direct her to all this time. Infinitely slowly, she explores the outer lips of your sex, running her fingers up and down your perineum. With the speed of a glacier, she slides her finger towards your clitoris, advancing and drawing back, teasing you even at this late stage. Suddenly she withdraws completely, but before you even think of complaining, she thrusts her index finger into your vagina as far as it will go. You shriek in shock at this unexpectedly determined assault. She penetrates you with her finger several times, providing you with unrivalled pleasure as her digit is lubricated by the great volume of fluid dripping from your nethers. One finger becomes two, then three, and then her other hand leaps into action, and you are penetrated and pleasured front and back. She starts slow, but your cries for more are finally heeded, and her hands speed up, accompanied suddenly by jet after jet of honey, until it flows from the entire showerhead. Laura her hands becoming sticky, practically runs around to your front, to start nuzzling your breasts in order to get the sweet honey. Again you feel a mouth around your nipples, and as she continues moving her two hands, the stimulation, lubricated, quickened and sweetened by the shower of honey, is finally allowed to escalate and ascend you to the point of release. You fall, no, leap over the cliff of desire, spiralling down as you succumb to the pleasure afforded you by her agile hands and her full lips. As your orgasm hits, you arch against the side of the shower, pressing Laura up against the glass, and as you squirm she becomes aroused by your groin grinding into hers, and you slump together as you both orgasm. Together you slide slowly down the wall to sit on the floor of the shower, honey still falling onto you and pooled around you. Together you lie, curled up like cats, your curves fitting into Laura's exquisitely. As you come down from this incredible high, you ponder how you are going to get clean, covered, as you are, in honey. The answer is obvious. Turning off the shower, you and Laura proceed to clean each other up, no hands allowed, taking particular care over the more sensitive parts of each others anatomy. Several orgasms and a lot of licking later, you are finally both reasonably clean, and after another quick shower, (just water this time), you reluctantly dry off and get dressed.