4 comments/ 48201 views/ 7 favorites Twenty Questions By: Icecubez Gemma took a sharp intake of breath as she tried to concentrate on the question she was being asked. She knew she had to get it right. The consequence of getting it wrong was too much to contemplate. As she stood there willing her mind to concentrate on the moment in hand she couldn't help reflecting on the chain of events that saw her standing on a stage with a spotlight shining down on her. Showing her every curve, her full breasts, her long tanned legs. All encased in a short tight halter neck dress but maybe only for the moment longer. As one more wrong answer and the dress would go. The evening had started the same as any other Friday night. Gemma and her flat mates Jodie and Kat had had their traditional argument over who got the bathroom first. Followed by the follow up one about who had used all of the hot water. Rounded off by the scrum for the best mirror in the flat for putting make up on. Once they were finished they had a bottle of wine and set off out. Each of them dressed, as sexily as there student budgets would allow. Each of them looking for a man to satisfy their needs. They headed toward Tony's Place. Tony's is a bar that welcomed students with tight budgets. They often had promotions on that encouraged students to participate in the nights entertainment in exchange for cash or free drinks. As they approached the entrance to the bar they saw a notice. The student newspaper was sponsoring that night's entertainment. At 10pm there was to be a competition. The first prize was £1500 cash for the winners. Details would be announced on stage at 10pm. To enter you had to have a team of three people and they must be the same gender. The girls looked at each other and nodded. The money would be great. What could they possibly have to do to get the money? The girls weren't sure but all agreed that between them they should be able to do it. They went in and signed up. The wait for 10pm started. Now as Gemma stood on the stage, her mouth dry, beads of sweat running down her face, every face in the whole bar watching her with there phones pointed at her ready to capture the moment for posterity she wished they had never signed up. The wait for 10pm was quite uneventful. The girls drank cheap wine and looked around. The sign in table was the most popular table in the whole place. Gemma spotted a photographer friend of hers so she headed in his direction. Before she could get to him to interrogate him about what he knew about tonight's proceedings he disappeared. It was then that she spotted Gavin. All of a sudden she felt nervous. She had humiliated Gavin a few weeks ago and as he was standing in the bar in a tuxedo she guessed that he was hosting tonight. That would have to be the worst stroke of luck going. She needed this money. Gemma took a deep breath and headed in his direction. All thoughts of friends and flat mates forgotten, she had to make sure things were right with him. She wanted to win what ever the competition was and she didn't want anyone to try to ruin it. As she got near he saw her and turned in her direction. He smiled at her. "Hi. You look nice tonight." Gemma mumbled "Thanks. You scrub up quite nicely yourself." He replied "Listen. About the other week, I'm sorry." She continued "That's fine. A bet is a bet." He grinned. "So, were cool?" She asked "Sure. I've got to go. You have entered haven't you?" He asked holding his breath "Couldn't resist." She replied "Good." He said looking very relieved. He turned and walked away before Gemma could say anything else. About ten minutes later the bar went quiet as over the PA system a clock struck ten. Gavin appeared on stage. A single spot light lit him up. The rest of the stage was in darkness. Still there wasn't a clue as to what the competition was about. "Tonight. One lucky group of friends could walk away from this bar with £1500 cash." Gavin announced. "We have put all of the names of the people who have signed up for tonight into our giant tombola. I will pick the lucky group out and they will be the ones to play for the prize. Everyone else. Better hope they loose because once the money is gone the game is over. Until it is won the game goes on." Gavin continued. There was a buzz running through the bar as Gavin reached in to pull the names of the first contestants out. Gemma's stomach clenched as the piece of paper came out. She almost didn't register as Gavin called out her name followed by Jodie and Kats. The girls headed toward the stage eager to find out what they had to do to win the money. Gavin stood on the stage with a big smile on his face waiting patiently for them to join him. A second spotlight hit the stage. It illuminated a bar. The bar looked like the desk that contestants on Family Fortunes stand behind. Gavin ushered the three girls to it and got them to stand just in front of it. "Ok ladies. This is very simple. All you have to do is answer some questions. If you answer the last question correctly then you win the cash. Ok?" Gavin asked The three girls looked at each other and grinned. They could smell the money. They all answered "Yes." In unison. "But and here's the fun part. If you answer incorrectly then you must take off an article of clothing and put it into the basket behind you. If you run out of clothing before you make the last question then I'm sorry but you loose." Gavin continued. All of a sudden there was a hushed silence in the bar. It was as if all the guys in the bar were saying a silent prayer to God that these girls would loose. It even looked as some of the girls were wishing the same thing. Gemma, Jodie and Kat looked at each other. All of them were nervous. "How many questions?" Jodie asked "Twenty." Gavin replied. The girls started counting. Each was wearing a dress, high heals and underwear. By a quick calculation they could afford a couple of wrong answers before they were in trouble and it was for £1500. "You need to pick a person to answer the questions. The other two will remain where they are. A wrong answer means you all remove an article of clothing. You must all remove the same item and it must be done here on stage. Shoes count. There is no conferring. The person who is answering the questions picks the item of clothing to be removed. Any questions?" Gavin said. The three girls pushed Gemma forward. Jodie and Kat were happy to stand back and let the spotlight focus on Gemma. Gemma managed to answer the first five questions easily. She started grinning. The girls copied mentally beginning to spend their share of the £1500. Then she stumbled on question six. How many times does the letter s appear in the word Mississippi? The crowd hushed in anticipation in seeing something removed. Gemma didn't disappoint. Without being prompted she removed her heels. The girls followed suit. Question seven and eight were ok. Then question nine threw her. David Beckham plays in which football league? The crowd again hushed in anticipation. Even the bar staff stopped serving. Gemma froze. She only had her underwear and her dress on. She didn't want to stand in her underwear in front of all these people. Then an idea struck her. She bent down. The crowd cheered as they were treated to a look down the top of her dress. Jodie and Kat paused, confused not sure what was going on. Neither of them wanting to show their underwear to a whole bar of people, especially when some were pointing their phones at them, recording the moment of there embarrassment to share with there friends later. Gemma hooked her panties with her finger and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and then playfully threw them to Gavin. Jodie and Kat looked relived and copied her. Both saying silent prayers that this would be the last question that Gemma got wrong. There luck was out. Gemma got question eleven. On a computer what does RAM stand for wrong as well. The tension in the bar was palpable. Everyone knew that the girls had no panties on. If they removed there dresses then they were guaranteed to at least see something. Gemma realised this to. She silently gave thanks for choosing a halter neck dress that night. This meant that she had a strapless bra on. So she reached behind her and released her bra. She then threw this at Gavin, glaring at him at the same time. Jodie also had a halter neck dress on so she was able to follow suit. Kat however didn't. She was petrified. She couldn't remove her bra without taking the top part of her dress off first. She paused. Both Gemma and Jodie looked at her. Willing her to do it. Gavin grew impatient and just as her was about to hurry her along Kat began to unzip her dress. The crowd began to cheer as the dress lowered and her bra came into sight. She reached behind and released it. Letting it fall directly in front of her she covered her bare breasts up with her arm. She put the other one back into the sleeve of her dress. Then realised that putting the dress back on without flashing everyone wasn't going to happen. So she treated them to a two second glance as she covered up. It may have only been two seconds in reality but to Kat it felt like a lifetime. Gemma was nervous. The spotlight seemed brighter. The bar seemed bigger. The crowd seemed eager. One more wrong answer and she and her flat mates had lost. Not only would they miss out on the £1500 but also they would be naked. The girls didn't realise just how bad it would be, as they hadn't noticed that Gavin's helpers had been clearing the clothes out of the baskets on stage as they were landing in there. Gemma took a sharp intake of breath as she tried to concentrate on the question she was being asked. She knew she had to get it right. The consequence of getting it wrong was too much to contemplate. Somehow she managed to answer correctly. In fact she survived quite well. That was until she got to question fifteen. "Who was the first person in the UK to win the full prize money in who wants to be a millionaire?" Gavin asked Gemma froze. Her mind was blank. The crowd all held their breath, there phones in hand ready to capture the moment that the girls revealed all. Gemma looked out into the crowd. She then saw Steve her photographer friend from earlier. His camera was trained on her. If he got a photo then that would mean that the student newspaper would get a picture and everyone on campus would see. It didn't bear thinking about. Gemma racked her brains but nothing would come. She looked out into the crowd searching desperately for inspiration. She could find none. She couldn't believe this was about to happen. She was about to be humiliated. She was about to show everyone everything. The bar felt so hot. Gemma turned to look at Jodie and Kat. The look said it all. Even they did not seem to know the answer. Gemma knew what was coming as she took a deep breath. "Pass." She whispered looking down at the floor wishing that it would swallow her up. "Pardon?" Asked Gavin "Pass." Repeated Gemma The crowd cheered raising their phones as one ready to capture the moment. "Sorry girls." Gemma said quietly Gavin looked at Gemma with a glint of satisfaction in his eye. Gemma reached behind her and untied her halter neck. With a little shimmy the dress pooled at her feet. She stepped away from it. Gavin picked it up and passed it to the basket. The crowd cheered as they took in Gemma's curves. Her full breasts stood out proudly on her chest. Her ripe strawberry nipples pointing invitingly toward them. Jodie was the next to loose her dress. Seeing the favourable reaction that Gemma was getting she boldly stepped up next to her. Abandoning her dress where it was. Kat was the last out of her dress and not to be outdone by her flatmates she stepped up to join them. They stood there for a few minutes soaking the crowd in. Slowly feeling less and less embarrassed. Then Gavin's next announcement sent a shiver down their spines. "Ladies and gentlemen can we have another round of applause for our first contestants. Now, should we give them a chance to win their clothes back or shall we play again?" The girls froze. They looked at each other. Then at the crowd. Gavin was poised by the tombola his feelings on the matter obvious. The girls held their breath as Gavin continued. "If you want to play again then cheer now." The crowd cheered. "Give the girls a chance to win their clothes back" The women in the crowd cheered. "Ok. I know we'll flip a coin for it. If the girls guess right they play on. If not new contestants." Gavin flipped the coin. "Heads." Called Gemma The coin landed and it was... Twenty Questions The situation described in this story is contrived, but the answers to the survey are real. If you are turned on by masturbation, or simply curious about the real life experiences of an ordinary college-educated guy, you might like this story. If such things are not of interest, don't waste your time. Unfortunately, it was necessary to exclude all experiences before the age of 18 so that the story could be published. Constructive feedback is appreciated. * The e-mail blast from my University read, "Open minded mature adults needed for study on human sexuality. Please contact Dr ____ at the Psychology department for more information". I was skeptical, but a collogue of mine in the English department said he had participated in the study and encouraged me to do the same. He was a bit secretive about the details, but assured me it would be an experience I wouldn't soon forget. I wasn't so sure being a guinea pig for some Masters & Johnson thing was a good idea, but I had some time because the summer term was winding down and curiosity got the best of me. The young grad student conducting the study was very convincing. She said she needed thirty subjects to complete her Ph.D. thesis project and that I would be the last one. She was getting worried because her project needed to be completed by the end of the term, and there were only a few days left. She said my obligation would be for a single private interview with her, and that such sessions were no longer than two hours. There were two conditions: a willingness to speak frankly about masturbation, and to answer a preliminary question that would determine my eligibility. "You see, my research involves a new instrument that has been developed to obtain clinical information regarding the practice, and the answers you provide will help statistically evaluate the usefulness of the tool." I hoped the flush on my face was not too obvious. The thought of discussing such an intimate topic with this lovely young woman was profoundly exciting, and I felt my penis stiffen at the prospect. "Oh my God, what a letch you are," I thought to myself. "I promise that you can end the interview at any time (in fact, willingness of the subjects to complete the instrument is one of the variables we measure) and all of the information you provide (including the fact that you participated in the study) will be strictly confidential. Furthermore, the project has been approved by the University's IRB (Institutional Review Board). I know talking about this topic can be a little embarrassing at first, but I assure you I've been working on this project for so long, I just want it to be over. From my perspective, we might as well be discussing the whether. Would you be willing to listen to the screening question? It's the first question of the instrument, so you won't have to answer it again if you end being one of our participants." How could I walk away now? I heard myself say, "OK, I'll bite." "Excellent. The first question is, 'How would you describe the importance of masturbation in your life?' Our preliminary data suggest that this question is an accurate marker for a subject's ability to discuss the topic openly and an assessment of whether there is a sufficient experience base to provide relevant information. Please take a little time to consider the question before you answer. We don't want a knee-jerk response, but one that truly reflects your innermost feelings." In reality, my response to this question was a no-brainer. The only issue was whether to answer, and how much information to reveal. I figured what the hell. It looked like my buddy at the English department might be right. "Well, it's a little embarrassing, and I have never discussed this topic with anyone besides my wife, but I can honestly say that masturbation is a very important part of my life. I have masturbated regularly ever since discovering it, even though I have also had my share of very satisfying sexual relationships. Engaging in this practice with my wife provides an intimate and sharing way to enrich our lovemaking. There are times when I actually prefer to masturbate for her instead of having regular intercourse. And sometimes, believe it or not, I actually prefer masturbating by myself to having conventional sex. There is absolutely no pressure to perform, and I can devote 100% of my energy to satisfying my own selfish needs. It's a formula that leads to my most intense orgasms." "Thank you so very much for this honest and comprehensive response. I believe you would be a perfect subject for our study. Can I count on you to participate?" Forty-eight hours later I was sitting in a clinical psychiatrist's office with this beautiful young woman, answering the remaining 19 questions. She had short brown hair, intelligent dark eyes and a self-confident demeanor. A soft white blouse accentuated her small but alluring breasts. I couldn't tell for sure whether she was wearing a bra, but just a hint of nipple was visible through the silky material. She was radiating sexual energy. I was a nervous wreck. I remember wondering how a twenty-something like her could be so cool and collected while a battle-tested boomer like myself was feeling so threatened. "She began by welcoming me to the interview, going over the ground rules one more time and asking if I was ready to begin." I smiled and took a mental deep breath. "Since you've already provided a response to the first question, I will begin with question number two unless you would like to add anything to your previous response." "No, I think I already gave you more information than you needed to hear." She smiled and said, "Yes, that level of detail was one of the reasons I really hoped you would agree to participate. Please try to be just as comprehensive for the remaining 19 questions. In order to deliver the questions in a standardized format, they will appear on this computer screen, but please provide your answer verbally. Your response will be recorded, and of course, I may take some personal notes." The first question (actually number two of the instrument) appeared on the screen before me. Twenty Questions "The humiliation factor is a big reason why I love fantasies like this one. Another one I like is a conversation between an 18 year-old sexually inexperienced boy and a nurse at a clinic where he has undergone an extensive and embarrassing series of examinations. She is putting him to bed for the night and asks if he ever allows himself an orgasm before he falls asleep. When he responds that he sometimes does, she says, 'Why don't you do it now? I love watching men play with themselves, and that way I know you will get a good night's sleep.' Ultimately, she places his hand on his penis and watches as desire overcomes the embarrassment he is feeling. He ejaculates for the first time while someone else is watching." "How many more do I have to go?" "Ahh, um, let's see, um, three I think." "OK, I'll try to be more concise. I also use fantasies about enemas; but much less often. There is one where a neighbor (who happens to be a nurse) is asked by an 18 year old boy's mother to give him an enema because she is worried about a stomach ache he is having. She administers the enema on the floor of his bathroom and assures him that the erection he obtained is entirely normal due to the sensitivity of his anal area. She then reveals that she often masturbates while giving herself an enema and offers to do the same for him. He produces an enormous ejaculation as she fingers herself to orgasm. Her naïve victim is completely unaware." "A less specific thought I use sometimes when I masturbate is simply to envision girls with enticing breasts. You see, I am incredibly turned on by small breasts. I love their firmness and the subtle movement they display. They often have prominent areolas and pointed nipples that I find very alluring. Furthermore, girls with small breasts often project an aura of intelligence and self-confidence. There is also something about girls with small breasts that plays to my infatuation with humiliation. I suspect many flat-chested women feel embarrassed or inadequate about their breasts and this feeling is a turn on for me. A magazine I once had that was dedicated to flat chests had an interview with a women who said she liked the magazine because it made her feel proud to have small breasts. Thinking about how she feels while I masturbate usually leads to a powerful orgasm." My interviewer had a far away look in her eyes and her hands had involuntarily moved to her own breasts. She was 100 miles away. "Are you ready for me to go on?" "Oh, I'm so sorry. Yes please. I just got distracted for a moment. Are you ready for the next question?" "Well, actually, I think we still have one more fantasy to go." "Oh of course, please proceed." "The last category of things I think about during masturbation aren't really fantasies, but actual experiences I've had. These include some of the masturbation sessions I've already described, old sexual encounters and conversations with old lovers. The one I use the most often doesn't seem like it should be so compelling because it doesn't even involve masturbation or intercourse. An old girlfriend I had during grad school and I were fooling around in her apartment one evening. I suspect we were a little stoned and I was sitting on the floor cross-legged across from her. We were naked and she was caressing my penis. Her fingers moved down my shaft and began fondling my scrotum. Her touch felt wonderful and I told her so. She responded, 'That's because it's a part of your penis. That's where it begins.' There was something about the way she referred to my penis and tried to educate me about my own anatomy that was a real turn on. I felt like I was under a microscope and subjected to her searing evaluation of my erection. It's hard to describe, but if I think about what she said, I feel very exposed very basic about my penis. Sometimes when I really want to have an orgasm but I'm not sure I can I think about this line over and over saying to myself, 'It's part of your pe-nis, It's part of your pe-nis, It's part of your pe-nis.' Eventually, that basic feeling takes over and almost always leads to a satisfying orgasm." "You're doing a wonderful job, but I think it's time for a short break. If you need to use the men's room, it's just down the hall. Why don't you meet me back here in about 10 minutes?" She looked like she needed the break a lot more than I did. "OK, fine." Her demeanor was once again professional and refined when she reappeared. The next question was already on the screen. Twenty Questions "Of course, my purpose for making these tapes was to use them for subsequent masturbation sessions. One of my episodes turned out to be particularly good because it ended with a forceful stream that landed well up on my chest (fortunately still within range of the camera) followed by several smaller emissions. When I watch this video, I enjoy seeing my erection as it grows in response to my one-handed method. I can sense the tension building in my body as I stroke. My deepening breathing is audible as the my hand motions quicken. I like to try to figure out the precise moment when I cross the threshold of inevitability and appreciate what I'm feeling on the video. It's a turn on to see myself luxuriating in it. Fortunately, I had switched to my two-handed method just before crossing this threshold, so it's easy to predict. In a few seconds, the long stream of semen shoots out and lands on my chest. I always watch it in real time at first, but then back up and look at it several more times. Our VCR allows you to start and stop the tape in very short bursts, so I can see the semen as it begins to squirt out of my slit ark onto my chest. I usually watch the smaller dribbles in slow motion too. By now, my real-life penis is rock hard and it's time for me to proceed. I worry that someone will find these tapes, but I just can't make myself erase them." "I wish we would have known about these tapes. They would have provided excellent supplemental information for this interview." The thought of watching myself masturbate on tape with this beautiful young woman did nothing to alleviate the swollen condition of my penis. It was time to move on. Twenty Questions He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He glanced at the caller id, and smiled. "Hi," he said, answering it. It was quiet at first. "Hello?" he said. "Hi," she whispered. "Everything ok?" he said. "Uhm hm," she said. "Ok," he said. "Is this a bad time?" she said. "A bad time for what?" he said, still smiling. "I was wondering if you might want to play a game," she said. "A game? I like games," he said. "I know you do," she said, whispering again. "What kind of game," he said. "Twenty...," she started to say, then stopped for a minute. "You ok?" he said. "Yeah, I'm ok," she said. "Twenty questions. That's the game," she said He laughed, quietly. "Ok. Aren't you supposed to tell me if it is animal, vegetable, or mineral?" he asked. "Not this version," she said, and he heard her breathing through the phone. "This version is to guess what I'm doing right now," she said, in a whisper. He smiled differently now. "Ah....I see. Well, interesting twist," he said. "Isn't it?" she said. "Ok, let's see," he said, thinking. "We'll count backwards from 20. How about that?" he said. "Good, yes," she whispered again. "Here's your first question. #20. You are breathing awfully heavy. Are you having an asthma attack?" he said. She giggled softly. "Nope," she said. "#19 — are you at home?" he said. "Oh yeah," she whispered. "Here's #18 — are you doing something that could be considered work?" he said. "I'm....," her voice hitched a little. "I'm working hard, yes," she whispered. "#17 — is it something you enjoy?" he asked, smiling. "Ohhhhhh yeah," she said, in almost a sigh. "Are you in your bedroom? #16" he asked. "Yes....," she said. "#15 — is it something that makes you hot?" he said. She didn't answer for a second. "Hello?" he said, smiling to himself. "Yes...yes, it makes me very hot," she said. "I've got it!" he said. "What...?" she said. "You're running on a treadmill!" he said, laughing to himself. She laughed out loud. "Fuck you! I don't have a treadmill and you know it," she said. "Oh yeah. I forgot," he said. "Are you wearing pants?" he said, with #14. "Nope," she whispered. "#13...a skirt?" he asked. "Nuh uh," she whispered. "#12 ...a lampshade?" he asked. She laughed softly. "I'll save you your questions...I'm not ....not wearing anything," she whispered, her breathing getting more ragged. He felt himself responding. His body reacting. "So, with #11, I'm wondering if what you're doing is making you wet," he asked. "Oh god," she whispered. "Fuck yeah," she said. "You must be taking a shower?" he said, laughing. "Yes, with my cell phone in hand," she whispered. He laughed. "Wise guy. Take your time. The longer you take to guess...," she whispered. "What?" he said. "The better it is for me," she whispered. "Is that so? So it must be something that is better with time," he said. "Are you corking your own wine vintage? - #10" he said. She laughed out loud. "No, I am not," she said. Her breathing was getting faster. "This sounds awfully familiar. Is this something you've done with me? #9" he asked. He could hear soft sighs coming from the phone. "Oh ....oh yeah," she said. "Many, many times," she said. "I thought so," he said. "So you're working hard, it makes you hot, it gets you wet, and it is something you've done with me..." he said. She gasped softly. "That's right," she whispered. "#8 - You're playing tennis?" he asked. "I can't laugh anymore....but if I could, I'd be laughing," she said, her breathing faster. "Oh, that's right. You don't play tennis," he said. "Washing dishes? #7," he said. No answer...just sighing, breathing. "No, huh. Boy, am I bad at this game," he said. Still, he could hear her breathing faster. His voice lowered. "Maybe it is just too fucking hard for me," he said. Her heavy breathing turned to gasping. "Don't," she whispered. "What? I mean, it is obviously...really fucking hard," he said. Her breathing was coming faster. "It is so fucking hard...for me to come...up with what you're doing," he whispered, smiling. She moaned softly. "Waiiittt a minute!" he said, with an over-dramatic tone of realization. "I think I've finally figured it out!' he said. "Ohhhh yeah?" she whispered. "#6....are you thinking about me?" he said. "Oh yeah," she said, quickly. "#5... thinking about me kissing you?" he whispered. "No...," she said. "#4....thinking about me touching you?" he whispered. "Maybe...," she whispered. "#3....are you being a bad girl, touching yourself where I would?" he whispered. "Oh.....fuck....yeah," she whispered, her gasps turning to moans. "#2....are you going to come?" he whispered. Her breathing was raspy screams now, whispering, mumbling. "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she whispered. "Wait! Don't do it yet," he whispered. "I c...c....can't," she whispered. "Yes, yes you can. One more question," he said. "Hurry!" she begged him. "It isn't a yes or no question," he said. "Whatever.....fuck, Just hurry...hurry please," she said. His voice came from behind her. "#1....Can you guess where I am right now?' he said. The sound of the two cell phones hitting the floor, simultaneously, was not quite the loudest noise in her room that day. But it was close. Twenty Questions THURSDAY I was just settling down to watch a movie when my wife arrived home after a night out with her girlfriend's. "You're home early," I said. "Lucia had to be back by ten. She's on the early shift." "Meet anyone else?" "Just a couple of hunks - they're coming over for supper later." "Very funny." "Actually I wanted to come home because I was feeling a bit horny." Jo laughed when I immediately switched the TV off. "Lead the way." I said excitedly. "Not so fast. Make me a cup of coffee and meet in the bedroom. There's a game I'd like to play with you first." "I like games." I said, as Jo blew me a kiss. I watched as she made her way upstairs. Jo was dressed in a long black skirt, black high heels, and a white low cut blouse. I loved watching her from behind. She has an amazingly large curvaceous ass and I knew she was wearing stockings underneath her skirt and a new bodice. I quickly made her coffee and joined her in the bedroom. When I arrived Jo was sat up in bed wearing her dressing gown, pencil and pad in hand. I placed the coffee on the bedside table and asked her what she was doing. "Well tonight, before, Lucia got ill, we were sat in this bar asking each other really saucy questions." I felt my hear skip a beat as I climbed into bed beside my sexy wife. She was still wearing the stockings (and hopefully the basque) I could feel the nylon against my bare legs. "Tell me more." I said. "Well Lucia asked would I kiss someone of the same sex." I felt an erection stirring instantly. Like most guys I love the thought of my wife snogging another woman. "And what did you say?" "Oh you should never share secrets." Jo teased. "Oh come on. I'm practically gagging for it, just thinking about your reply." "So I see...But patience hubby, firstly I've written down here the twenty best naughtiest questions that I can remember from the evening and I thought it'd be fun to ask for your responses." "That does sound fun." Jo then leaned over and kissed me passionately, before taking a sip of her coffee." "What was that for?" "That was the way we started the game earlier." "You mean..." "No, can't tell you yet...but if you're a good boy I may tell you what Lucia and I did later..." Jo has strawberry blonde hair, is 40 years of age with 34DD gorgeous tits, and a toned sexy body; Lucia, who I've only met briefly once, is about 10 years younger, a brunette and like Jo has ass and tits to die for (they work together at the local hospital where they are a female minority in a male dominated consultant's department). So the thought that my wife may have indulged in something outrageously naughty behaviour with Lucia was a massive turn on. "But first," Jo continued. "I want to ask you some questions, but you MUST answer honestly and agree to do anything I want sexually and in return I will do anything for you." "Seriously?" "Absolutely." My mind was imagining all sorts of perverse scenarios. I'd never seen Jo like this before. We have a good sex life - she frequently dresses in sexy lingerie. But I have no idea what her sexual fantasies are or even if she has any. She was raised in a fairly conservative home, she's a very loving wife but has never given me any clue as to any dormant kinkiness she might be suppressing. So intrigued I simply said: "Fire away." "Promise you will answer truthfully." "I promise Jo." "Okay. Here goes. Question one of twenty: What's your favourite pair of panties I wear?" I knew the answer without having to think about it. "The large vintage purple and black panties you bought from that naughty 1950s style shop when we were on holiday in Sussex last year." "They're my favourite to. Good answer...Next question: What's your number one sexual fantasy that you have about me?" This was it, I couldn't lie - I had to just come out with it. I'd be dying to have this conversation with Jo ever since we'd got married six years ago. "Watching you have sex with another woman." "I thought as much. Again...good answer." "You're not upset?" "Not at all. Especially after what Lucia and I did earlier." "Oh stop it, you're driving me insane." "Aww I'm sorry. Here let me kiss it better." Jo put her notebook down momentarily and kissed the tip of my penis. I had to really restrain myself from turning her over and shagging her straightaway. But I wanted to hear the rest of the questions. "Question 3: Do you prefer my tits or my ass?" Again, an easy question. Though I was surprised by Jo using those words - tits and ass. She normally hates any kind of swear words even if they're fairly innocent. "You're ass is sensational." "Yes, lots of guys tell me that." I wasn't sure I'd heard it right at first, but the naughty smile she flashed me confirmed there was nothing wrong with my hearing. Was she serious? Had some alter ego taken over my wife? I didn't know. But I liked this game even if I felt a little pang of jealousy at the idea of some random guy complimenting my wife on her sexy ass. "Four. What's your favourite sexual position?" Another very easy one. "Taking you from behind!" I exclaimed getting more and more excited. I really like it when Jo lies on her side and I enter her pussy and start banging her from behind occasionally slapping her ample ass. I love the feeling of my balls slapping her ass as well. "I like being on top. So from now on let's alternate." She said. "Works for me." "I do like you taking me from behind, but I'd like to be able to see you doing it." "We can film it." "Mmm I've got something else in mind." She placed a finger to her lips silencing my eager reply. "Question five: Have you ever kissed a guy?" "No." "Six: Would you like to?" "Kiss a guy?" "Yes." "No." "Sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." I was beginning to wonder now where this was going. Why was Jo being so persistent about me kissing a guy. I never had and I never will (or so I thought). "Seven: Would you like to wear my panties?" "No." "Eight: Would you wear them if I asked you to?" "Erm...probably...Do you want me to?" "Maybe." Suddenly it was like I was sharing the bed with an entirely different person. Jo's questions were now disturbing, but also thrilling. I had no idea what the consequences of all this was going to be. But I was becoming hypnotised by Jo's new found naughtiness. "Nine: Would you prefer me to be a a lap dancer or a porn star?Think carefully before you answer." Boy that was a tough question. Jo could see the hesitation in my eyes. What would YOU have said? If I said lap dancer Jo may have thought I was a bit of a wimp; but if I said porn star I wasn't sure how she'd react. "Porn star." I bravely declared. "That's the right answer." She purred. I was both delighted and a little scared. My wife was behaving like a nymphomaniac, but I was loving it. "Okay final question. Then, Dan, you take over for the next ten." "Agreed." "Question ten: Would you like to watch me have sex with another guy?" Where the hell did that come from? I felt my penis deflate immediately. "Of course not." "Okay. You're turn." I decided to instantly reverse the previous question, but to do it in a way that didn't sound vulgar. So I decided to get something else off my mind first. "Did you kiss Lucia earlier?" "Yes." "Seriously?" "Yes. It was delicious." "Did you...you know..." "Yes. We used our tongues." I was flabbergasted. Just the thought of my sexy wife playing tonsil tennis with another woman was intoxicating. My flagging cock immediately sprang back to life. "Question twelve I believe: What's your favourite sexual fantasy?" "You sure you want to know?" Jo asked, looking all sultry as she removed her dressing gown to reveal the new pink bodice she'd recently purchased. "I'm sure." "I'd like you to watch two guys fuck me while a tranny fucks you." It was like being run over by a truck. And yet, and yet, my cock did not deflate this time. As Jo straddled me I pictured watching her get fucked (still reeling from my conservative wife having used that word) by a couple of hunky guys while me and another guy dressed in lingerie fucked each other. The thought sickened me, but I couldn't deny it was also turning me on. "Oh someone is excited." Jo said removing my boxer shorts. "Jo I'm really confused." Actually I felt like she'd cast a spell on me. "That's okay darling. I was too. Until I started reading about all these women who had similar fantasies and I thought, though you and I enjoy sex together, it's never been mind-blowing, we need to spice things up." "You've been reading about it?" "Yes. And now I want us to do it!" "Really." "Oh please say yes." I ask again: What would YOU have done? Jo now started giving me oral sex. A wave of emotions was washing over me. I closed my eyes as Jo continued to suck and flick my cock with her tongue. Then she paused, reached into her underwear draw and pulled a pair of pink satin panties over my legs, sliding them up my thighs. I lifted my hips and felt Jo's fingers hitch the panties up fully so they were resting on my inflamed cock and ass. The sensation was amazing. The panties felt incredible. "May I continue?" Jo asked. "Oh yes, please do." Jo then pulled a pair of black glossy silk stockings from the draw. I started having palpitations as one, then the other stocking was slid up my leg and attached to a suspender belt Jo had wrapped around my waist. My cock felt more hard and erect than it had ever been. Jo added a transparent bra and then applied some red lipstick to me. The effect was startling I began to feel really feminine despite my throbbing member. "Oh you look sexy." Jo said encouragingly. "Good enough to eat in fact." My hot new wife again placed my now panty clad cock in her mouth, then licked my balls. I was now really gagging for it. The remaining questions forgotten about, Jo again took charge. "Now we're was I? Yes that's right I was explaining my deepest sexual fantasy." Jo was flicking my nipples through the silky material of the bra which was driving me crazy. "Now let me ask you my little tranny hubby: Would you like to watch your wife get fucked by two gorgeous hunky guys?" At that moment I would have agreed to anything. "Yes, yes Jo. I would." She started rubbing my cock ever so slowly. "Mmm...Are you sure you want your naughty wife to be fucked by other guys." "Yes. I want to watch my sexy naughty wife to get gang banged by muscly guys right in front of me." "And..." Jo continued to slowly slide her hand up and down my raging cock. "And. And...I want to get fucked by a gorgeous sexy tranny with a big cock." I was overcome with lust now, I was delirious, but I couldn't resist my new kinky wife. She was totally in control. "That's the right answer my sissy hubby...Okay Lucia bring them in." I thought I'd heard something earlier downstairs, now those fears were confirmed as Lucia and two guys walked in looking like male models. Still the spell wasn't broken. In fact my first thought was which one was the tranny. Lucia strolled over and french kissed Jo, any doubts about letting this happen vanished in watching my wife kiss another woman. It was so hot. In the meantime the two hunks had already undressed and I could see Jo looking admiringly at their toned, hard bodies and huge cocks. I felt jealous, but not in the way you'd think. I actually envied my wife. Even I was turned on by these guys. "Dan. This is Alex and Henry. Tell them what you'd like them to do to your wife. "I want you both to fuck her brains out and fill her pussy with your cum." Jo then stood up in between them and I watched with Lucia now stroking my nipples, as they started kissing and fondling her. I felt like a sissy hubby unable and unwilling to intervene as Henry slid Jo's panties down and put two fingers in her pussy. Alex, stood behind Jo, was running his hands over her tits and Jo was leaning back so she could french kiss the hot young stud. He was absolutely gorgeous. Built like a Norse god with shoulder length blonde hair. I couldn't wait to watch him fuck my wife. They placed Jo on the bed next to me and continued fondling and kissing her in all her intimate places. Lucia, meanwhile, was removing her pink blouse. Her tits were really pointed and I loved her little black skirt and fishnet stockings. But I was surprised, when she sat astride me for Jo had given no indication that she'd be happy to watch me have sex with another woman. But then Lucia lifted the hem of her skirt and out popped, through a pair of crotchless pink lacy panties, a dazzling meaty cock. I was spellbound. Jo had never told me Lucia was a transexual. I nearly creamed my panties as I was now ridiculously turned on. "Surprised?" Jo asked through another sigh of pleasure as both Alex and Henry were now fingering her pussy and kissing a nipple each. "Delighted." I replied. "Kiss my hubby." Jo said. But the request was not made of Lucia but of Henry. I'd never kissed a guy, But as Lucia used my cock and hers in a sword fight, I rose up slightly to meet Henry's kiss. Fuck it was amazing to be kissed properly by another guy. Henry had short, cropped brown hair and although not quite as good looking as Alex he was still a hunk. "Oh boys that's hot." Said Jo and Lucia simultaneously. "Really hot." Henry returned to Jo's lips now, as Alex licked her pussy before turning her over and sliding his huge cock inside my wife gaping pussy. At the same time Henry turned me over and taking some KY that Jo had passed him rubbed a large quantity in my ass. He then slid underneath Jo and I watched with delight as my sexy naughty wife started giving him oral while Alex fucked her from behind. Then Lucia slapped my ass and a moment later slid her gorgeous cock slowly inside me. It felt a little uncomfortable but Lucia was gentle and very soon she was completely inside me. Jo and I occasionally glanced over at each other naughty smiles written all over our faces. If this was kinky I wanted more of it. I felt Lucia's hand circle my cock and start rubbing it while she started sliding her own cock in and out of my virgin ass. It felt incredible. Why haven't I done this before I thought? It was so sexily delicious. Alex was close now I could see speeding up and Jo, who was now kissing Henry's neck was cursing and swearing sexual profanities like a mad woman as she watched Lucia fuck her sissy hubby. "Fuck me Alex. Fuck me in front of my hubby. Fuck my tranny hubby Lucia put your cum in his virgin ass." Suddenly there were three explosions as first Jo, then Lucia, then Alex screamed with pleasure as their orgasms hit like a tidal wave. Watching Jo writhe with pleasure was sensational, she immediately started sucking Henry's cock again. Feeling Lucia sperm blast into my ass was outrageously good. I needed to fuck her now while she was wearing her little skirt, fishnets and crotchless panties or even Alex or Henry. But Henry was next to explode in my wife's mouth. I couldn't believe it, she'd never let me do that. Then she beckoned me over with her finger. And we share a cum kiss. We passed Henry's cum back and forth from her tongue and mouth to mine and back again. Now I was completely at her mercy. I moved my eyes towards her pussy and she simply nodded. I needed no other signal and instantly proceeded to eat Alex's cream pie from my wife's pussy. It was depraved but yummy. A few moments passed then Henry was raring to go again - Jo welcomed him with open arms, this time lying on her back as Henry put his cock inside her pussy and began fucking her. I was desperate now and wasted no time flicking Lucia's little skirt up and, after Alex had put a little KY in her ass, sliding my cock into a transexual for the first time. With us both dressed in women's underwear it was like we were a pair of lesbians. Then Alex slid his gigantic cock in me. What a fantastic feeling - this guy had just fucked my wife now he was fucking me. This was my first experience of anal sex and I loved Lucia's sexy manly ass and feminine lips. I kissed her repeatedly as Alex started really moving through the gears forcing my own momentum to increase. "Jo, I'm fucking a tranny and it's amazing." I said near my climax. "And I'm watching a guy fucking you and it's fucking turning me on big time." With one final thrust Alex erupted inside me. My ass was now filled with cum, the shockwave was like a concertina, a couple more thrusts and I exploded in Lucia. It was an enormous orgasm made all the more naughty by watching my sexy wife erupt with pleasure as Henry also climaxed... FRIDAY When I awoke the following morning only Jo and I were in bed. At first I thought it had all been some kinky dream. But my hand brushed some stained silky material and I realised I was still wearing panties. Albeit cum-soaked ones. I also began to feel the first pangs of regret. But when Jo woke up she said. "Hello my sexy tranny. Fancy going to a bar tonight as a couple of sluts and picking up some gorgeous guys to fuck?" My flaccid cock sprung to life. "Can we go shopping first?" I replied. "Victoria's Secret?" "Oh fuck yeah." "Actually there's a couple of security guys I know there who could help us with our panties and stockings in the changing rooms." "Can I wear your red lipstick again?" "How about we buy some red lip gloss?" "And let the security guys kiss it off?" I said, feeling really horny again. "Or we could leave it on their big cocks." Jo said taking my own cock in her mouth. What a fucking hot new naughty wife I've got. What would YOU like to do to her? What would you like to do to me?!! Twenty Questions Samantha heard the sound of her phone vibrating in the sand. Kind of hard to answer the phone when you can't move your arms. Even if they weren't tied behind her back to the chair that she sat in, it'd be impossible to say anything through the tape wrapped around her mouth. "How does it feel? Are you comfortable?" Jason asked the question even though the look on his face suggested that he knew the answer. She felt the sand in her toes. That was the only comfortable part about it. "Mrrrmphphh. Mrrrmmp!" Samantha moaned uselessly. She felt the ropes holding her legs together and she desperately wanted them apart. They had become much tanner after a few days in the tropical sunshine. Honeymoons are normally relaxing. They aren't supposed to be terrifying. "Good." Jason seemed pleased by his handiwork. "I'm gonna be right back. I want to get coffee first. Don't go anywhere, Sam." He seemed delighted. They had dragged the chair onto the beach. Jason said it'd be fun. She could hear his footsteps but not see them in the angle that she was facing. Her hair bustled about her face and it had become obscenely annoying as it blocked her view of the ocean. Super Bowl Sunday. Jason was right. She looked this way and that. The beach was deserted. Everyone was indoors. The game hadn't even started yet. It wasn't due to start for hours. Dammit, she thought. Why does he always have to be right? She made a few sexy moaning noises but it started to feel silly with no one there to hear them. Thoughts had begun to avalanche down her mind. What if he never came back? What if he tripped and had fallen unconscious heading up the bluff? The sounds of waves comforted her worries a little bit. She had to admit. It felt damn sexy to be tied up by your new husband in a pink bikini and left there on the beach desperately waiting for his return. Jason had played football in college. She thought about the way his abs felt to pass the time. She held her head down and flung some of her jet black hair out of her face. Her legs were waxed and flawless. She wondered if she'd get tan lines from the ropes. It'd be hard to explain them to people, she thought. After all, she was wearing nothing but a bikini. But that would soon change. Finally she heard the noises of rustlings up the bluff which she assumed was Jason. The first thing that worried her was the shadow that crept behind her. It didn't move like a Jason shadow. The second thing that worried her was the voice. It wasn't Jason's voice. "Pretty Asian girl. What are you doing tied up to a chair on a beach?" It sounded razor sharp and acidic in her ears. She turned her head to face him, but couldn't quite see. The rising sun was in her eyes. First it was a hand on her right shoulder. Then it was another one on her left shoulder. The first few noises that came out of her were squeaks and high-pitched shriekings. The voice invaded her left ear. "Sexy little Asian girl." His hand went up her neck gently. "You didn't answer my question." The hand ripped the tape off and her mouth was emancipated. "Leave me alone! My husband's going to be here any minute!" "I don't see him around. What kind of a husband leaves his wife tied up to a chair on the middle of a beach?" "We're just playing a game! Go away, he'll be here any minute!" "What's your name?" "Go away! I'm warning you!" She felt him grab her hair and pull on it. It didn't hurt. But it didn't feel good, either. "What's your name?" "Sam." "Sam. How about you and I play our own little game, while we wait for your husband to get back." "No! No! Jason! Jaaaa-soooon! Help!" He put the tape back onto her lips and it was utterings after that. "The game that I want to play. It's a two-player game." At least it wasn't a three-player game. "The name of the game is 'twenty questions.' And I have enough quarters for both of us." His hands gripped her shoulder blades. She felt the bulge of his penis on the back of her head through his jeans. It felt massively invasive. "Here is how the game works. I'm thinking of an object. And you have twenty questions to figure out what it is. If you guess it right, I let you go. And I give you the object. If you can't figure it out - then you suck me off on this beach and I come on your face when I'm done." Samantha's mind hadn't even heard him. It was focused on Jason. And where was he? And what was taking him so long? And when would he come to rescue her? "Question one." He pulled the tape off once more. "Jason! Where are you, Jason!?" "If you don't play by the rules, something bad could happen. Could happen." He didn't need to repeat that last part but it was obvious what it implied. "Question one." Sweat rolled down her brow. She struggled in the bonds. She didn't want to find out what he'd do to her if she didn't play along. It'd buy her some time, maybe. That's what she needed. Time. "Is it an animal, mineral, or vegetable?" She sputtered the sentence out in a mouse-voice. "Mineral." That narrowed it down. His hands went down her collarbones and squeezed her breasts. The ropes caused them to bulge out in an exaggerated way. She knew she was hot. Well, a girl feels a little self-conscious in a bikini. Multiply that feeling times a billion as to how she felt now. Her heart was running its own sickly marathon. "Is it something related to sex?" "You're pretty good at this game." She took it as a yes. "Is it something that you'd find in a chest of sex toys?" "Yes." She couldn't see his face but his hands were olive-colored. She guessed he might have been Persian. She tried to pretend like it didn't bother her when the hands went down to her thighs and grabbed the sides of her ass. "Is it something that you would use to stimulate a male?" The hands stopped moving. They came off of her. Thank God. Then she nearly screamed her head off when she saw the pocket knife. He cut her bikini top off with it. The remains of the bikini top were pulled off of her breasts. She was powerless to stop it. "No. No, please." She felt his cock on her shoulder. He had unzipped himself and it rested on her shoulder like a warm throbbing parrot. She felt it slide and the moist tip of it kissed the side of her neck. "Forgot to mention. Every 'no' will cost you the removal of a garment. And you only have one left." She didn't want to find out what the penalty was for a third "no." Her voice quaked. She promised herself Jason would be back. "Is - is it something that requires batteries?" His right hand came up from behind with the knife. There goes the bikini. He pulled it off of her and threw it in the sand. "Wait! Wait!" His left hand went down, down, down. She shut her legs. She strained every muscle. A finger managed to slip through. She felt it. It grazed her pussy for the slightest of time increments before coming back up and off of her. When it came out it was wet. She couldn't believe it. Some part of her brain was actually excited by what was going on. She'd probably need years of therapy to erase the memory if she made it out alive. "Looks like you're all out of garments." She was naked. She panted. Her mind went wild. Some part of it was fighting for survival. Another part was imagining what he'd do to her. "Is it. Is it something that causes pain?" "Yes." "Is it something that you'd use to hurt a specific part of the body?" "Yes." The second yes was duller than the first. He seemed upset that she was getting so close. "Is it - is it a set of nipple clamps?" Silence. Then the penis came off of her shoulder. She heard a sound that she didn't like. She wished she hadn't guessed it so quick. She saw the first nipple clamp in front of her right breast. She'd definitely never had one attached to her before. She was hoping that it wouldn't hurt much. "Jason!! Jason!!" He didn't put it on her right away like she expected him to. Instead he let her see it. Who on earth walks around with nipple clamps in their pockets, anyway? She actually thought about asking him the question for a fraction of a second. Then the tape was back on her mouth again. He opened the clamp she watched helplessly as it neared her right breast. No. No. No. Not this. The sound was like a yelping coyote. But it didn't come from her. It came from him. A bloody rock landed in the sand. The hand flung itself horridly off of her. "Leave her alone!" The sound. The sound of Jason. "What took you so long! Jason! Jason, help me!" Jason must have thrown the rock at him. That's what Samantha thought had happened. "How come you're not out cold? I spiked your coffee at Peets." The sound of Jason replied. "And I saw you. I followed you to your car. Wrote down your plate number. I watched you. I went back inside and contacted the local police. They should be here any minute now." "Jason! Thank God you're here!" "And by the way. Zip up your God damn pants and get the hell away from my wife!" "Jason! I love you! I'm so scared! Where were you?" Samantha turned her head this way and that but couldn't get a decent angle to see either of them. But it had become apparent that the attacker took off running when he realized that he was no match for Jason. Jason seemed to have let the attacker go and ran instead to his bound wife. "Jason! I'm so glad you're here! Jason, you rescued me!" She watched him cut the ropes off of her and she sprang into his arms as soon as humanly possible. "I'm sorry, Sam. I had no idea. I should never have left you alone that long. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I just wanted to be a hero. Catch a bad guy." "I love you, Jason." She pressed herself into his chest. She hugged him as tight as her muscles would allow her to. "All those years as quarter-back paid off." "Ha ha ha." A tear in her eyes. She didn't want to let him go. "You are my hero. I love you so much, Jason." "You're my wife. I love you too. I don't know what to say, Sam. I'm so sorry." "Don't say anything. You don't have to." Samantha buried her chin in his arm. Her hero had rescued her. "How bout we play safer games going forward?" "Like what, like football?" he joked. "Anything but twenty questions." Twenty Questions with Bunny Love - A revealing interview by Risia Skye - It is very rare that someone in the business of writing about celebrities gets the opportunity to introduce a genuine legend to the world. But, this is one of those momentous occasions. Last week, on the Van Nuys set of her current project, erotic adventurer Bunny Love took the time to talk with me, and set the record straight on a number of subjects. The following is the most accurate portrayal I can give of our brief but evocative interview. When I arrive at the set of Bunny Love's latest picture "River Pants," I expect to have to work my way through legions of fans, handlers, and other media types in order to meet my interviewee. To my surprise, Bunny sits alone in a dimly lit portion of the set, awaiting her next call to action. Dressed in a hypnotically transparent blue sheath, her pink curves offset her mythic dimensions, softening the affect. The only indication of distress at this less-than-star-treatment is a slightly impatient tremor, a tendency she tells me is a remnant of her old ways, when she was more high strung and easily wound up. Now, if I didn't know better, I might be astounded...what old ways could she have? Though she looks almost virginally fresh, Bunny is in fact a veteran of this industry. This, I suppose, is the mystery of Bunny: despite having appeared in nearly 3000 adult films, she is practically anonymous, even among adult entertainment enthusiasts. I can only imagine that after this interview, that will change. I, for one, will never forget my time with Bunny Love. Q: How did you first enter the adult industry? A: (chuckling) A nice turn of phrase there. I suppose I found the industry because it's where I belong. I've always tried to maintain relationships, but I've found it hard to be in a long-term thing with a woman. Eventually, most of the women I fell for found someone else and I was all but forgotten, sexually. And when that happens, you just have to move on. I have a high sex drive--it's what I'm made for, you know? Once in a while just isn't enough for me. I feel less alone, I guess. There are plenty here just like me. Q: You say you have had a difficult time maintaining relationships with women. Are you "out" about your sexuality? Do you consider yourself a lesbian? A: It's funny you should ask that. I wouldn't really call myself a lesbian. Actually, I don't think that whether the person's a man or woman really enters my head at all. And, I have a bit of a weak spot for bisexual men, I must admit. But, I'm really a pleaser in a relationship. I want to make the one I'm with feel good; that's my motivator. So, I'm most attracted to people I can really satisfy, people who've never had someone like me. It's strange, because it's not really what I'd expect, but I just seem to attract more women. I think my androgyny frightens some men. Q: Why would you call yourself androgynous? A: Well, look at me. Here, she takes me by the hand. It's okay, you know. I'm comfortable with who I am and how I look. I don't have your typical insecurities or fears. Laughing I told you, I'm a one-track thinker. If Madonna was a "Boy Toy," I guess I'm just a "Love Toy!" Q: Who's your favorite co-star? A: This should be easy, right? Everyone seems to have favorites. Actually, this is really hard. If I tell you the truth, you won't believe me. Q: Why wouldn't I believe you? A: Because I really do love them all. It's more than a job or some sex. This is life for me. I love everyone I work with, every single person I star in a scene with. Q: You said earlier that there were plenty others like you in this industry. What did you mean? A: I guess the simplest answer is to say that there's plenty of highly sexed, fun seeking boys and girls around here. But, it's more than that. L.A. is such a weird place in so many ways. A lot of the time it's really lonely, or the people seem...plastic. Suppressed giggles Believe me, I know all the plastic jokes about this business! You could spend your whole life waiting to find someone. Here, there are others looking and there are people looking back, looking for us. Q: When you say people seem "plastic" here, I assume you mean something more than silicone implants. A: Oh, shit! Can I say that? Let's just say that I've seen plenty of performers and even regular folks who just don't seem real, you know? Like they look almost right, but the illusion falls apart when you get close. Either they look weird, which happens, or--more often--it just doesn't feel right when you get close to them. It's like there's nobody there. I've even heard that about myself. What do you think? Do I look real? I am unsure how to answer, and move on quickly to the next question. Q: Doesn't that turn you off to people in general? How do you stay positive about love? A: Actually, it makes me try harder. In a weird way, it makes me want to be more real for the person I'm with. I've been disappointed by the plastic people so much that I just want to be extra genuine for anyone I find. I don't fake anything, I don't tell lies. I just do my thing and hope that it all works out. I'm completely positive about love. I don't need a commitment or something, just a chance to bring some joy and have some fun. Really, I'm a romantic at heart. Q: A romantic? Most people would call your world unromantic. A: What's unromantic? Being filmed? That's just a camera. I'm not looking at the camera, for Chrissakes. I'm looking at my co-star, at their body. I'm getting close and then seizing the moment, taking the chance that we'll come together perfectly in that moment. That's a leap of faith. That's romance. Q: Do you ever see people who aren't in the adult business? A: Is that an invitation? At this, Bunny seems to purr, an enchanting throaty vibrato that hums through the room. Q: Uh, let's just say that I find you fascinating. Is that evasive enough? A: Oh, darlin'. I could make your night, you know. I saw how you looked at me. Don't be embarrased, it happens all the time. I told you; this is what I'm made for. Do you want me to take this off? The blue sheath shimmies, and she looks like she might shed it immediately. In the interest of journalistic accuracy, I have to admit, I am more than a little bit interested to see what she's got under that iridescent sheath, to see it up close...very close. Q: Well, that would hardly get our interview finished, now would it? Did my voice crack on the last bit, or is that just my imagination, just a trick of memory and the tape recorder? A: It all depends on how you want to finish, dear. Anything is possible. Q: Don't you have to get back to the set soon? A: Probably. It's okay; someone can substitute for me, it's not a crucial scene for me. Or, I can change. I change costumes all the time, nobody seems to mind. As long as I do the job. She winks, still purring to me in that throaty hum. I see now why she's so popular in the industry. She's a real sex kitten, always ready to go. Q: Don't your batteries ever wind down? A: For the first time, she seems edgy. Is that a crack? Q: I am embarrased at my poor choice of words, looking to cover the moment quickly. No, no, not at all. You just seem to have such unlimited stamina. Don't you ever get tired? Or get sick of sex? A: Let me ask you this--what am I supposed to do instead? Look at me...she sounds almost hysterical. I am taken by her vulnerability, how easily the facade of security cracks. Once again, I find myself wanting to hold her. I take her by the hand, try to offer comfort. Q: Bunny, have I hit a sore subject? A: It's just...when you look like me, how can there be anything but sex? It's not like people want to have a conversation with me. And that's okay, really. I'm used to it, I even like it. But, I do worry what will happen when my "batteries run down," as you put it. I don't know...I take time off to recharge, but I don't know what the future holds for me. Sometimes, that gets a little scary. Who will take care of me then? Q: You seem like you take good care of yourself. Why do you need someone to take care of you? Or do you mean emotionally? A: I just...I need stimulation, I need to work, to make people feel good. I don't know what will happen when I'm not needed around here anymore. Or if I'm not wanted. You know, there's always someone new coming along. They're fresh, they're bright, they're ambitious and focused. I don't know...At this point, I realize that I'm still clutching her by the hand. Q: Do you regret going into this business? A: Oh, no. I don't mean to make it sound like that. I just wonder if I'll ever find the right person for me, on a permanent basis. People are so fickle. Q: Do you mean to imply that you aren't fickle? With all the lovers you've had, could you be faithful to one person? A: Absolutely. I'm completely committed to whoever I'm with, for as long as I'm with them. I'm very loyal; being with someone who really appreciates me, well, that can keep my motor running for weeks and weeks. And even when I run down and get tired, I usually just need a little pick-me-up to get right back in there. I can be almost obsessive, depending on the person. Care to see what I mean? Everything could change, you never know; you could take me home, right here and now. Q: Are you saying that you want to get out of here? I should interject at this point that I realize my actions were completely unprofessional. She exudes a powerful charisma, that Bunny. I always intended to return her to the set. Actually, I don't *think* that I ever meant to take her away from the set, as I ultimately did. A: Absolutely. Unless, you want to stay here. Plenty can happen here too, you know. But, you seem like the private type. The rest of our conversation cannot be included here. I should, for the record, however, come clean about my behavior, and the affect that Bunny had on me. Without considering the consequences, I literally scooped her up, shoved her in my bag, and took her home. Our night together was magical, and not to be narrated here. Suffice it to say, her status among adult performers is well earned. When I returned her to the set in the morning, to great relief among the actresses and crew, there were tears in my eyes. She's one hell of a pleaser, that Bunny Love.