Eve, Neil, and Adam 2


Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 2



Eve sat in her Firebird thinking about canceling vacation but the idea of selective companionship, already programmed with her personal data, became too tempting to turn down. She realized, I would not have to lift a finger. I will have a robot slave. After some time weighing her options, with Adam slumped next to her in the passenger seat, Eve decided to pamper herself and recover from her breakup alone, but not entirely.


Working for a company with the leading technology, innovation, and inventions had its perks. Instead of the difficult process of meeting a new man, or bringing a friend, it was going to complicate things. There was work, vacation time, and schedules to consider. Eve had another option. A better one, she smiled to herself.


She put on her business face and dialed Neil from the parking lot. “Neil,” she began, “I’m sorry about earlier. I’d be happy to make this a working vacation. Is the project entirely ready to roll”?


“Yes, Neil answered, noticeably relieved, “we have implanted new programming, sensors, and circuitry, some of which may surprise you. It is nothing to be worried about, but we do need to test it in the field. Just take notes and keep a log of behaviors. Now that it has the capacity to learn from its own technology, field work is imperative”.


“Of course, is there anything else I should be aware of”?


“Nothing I can think of just now. Bring your phone. If you observe unacceptable words or behaviors, shut it down and call me. I can run diagnostic tests and do further programming from here”.


“Okay, Neil. Do you have any parting instructions”?


“Yes, actually. Remember to enjoy your vacation, Eve. I’ll need you to be tip top when you come back,” Neil said softly, “and don’t get lost in the mountains or eaten by a bear”.


Eve blushed. She knew that Neil was fond of her but tended to forget about it while at work. Typically, he was all business all the time.


“I won’t,” she smiled demurely, “but if a mountain man comes to take me away from all this, you’re out of luck,” she laughed.


Eve was actually relieved that she did not have to concern herself with schedules, awkwardness, or getting to know someone new. Adam was not going to care if she dropped a two-ton safe on his head. She could engage and disengage him at will, and pack him into the car and shut him down. However, it certainly does not hurt that he looks real and hot, she smiled.


She checked into a cabin that was all she had wanted for vacation this year. It was rustic and tucked into trees overlooking a freshwater lake just beyond the hill. The mountains smelled of fresh air, damp earth, and pine. Eve had longed for this place. She breathed in the mountain air, filling her lungs with the taste of vitality, indelibly memorizing a place that could cleanse her soul.


The pile of logs by the front door spoke of long evenings relaxing by the fireplace with brandy snifter and a new romance novel in hand that she had not cracked the cover on yet. The lake tugged at her thoughts, beckoning her to take a loaf of bread and go feed the evening creatures. She looked into the sky knowing there was not a lot of daylight left.


Eve clicked a button on her tiny remote and Adam came to life, sitting up and squaring his shoulders. With several more manipulations, Adam was ready to act real. She then sat at a table perusing the programming manual, running minor diagnostics, and thinking about the Romance Software Package. No, not yet, she decided.


She closed the laptop and went to work opening windows and shaking dust off the blankets, pillows, and comforters in the cabin, which sat closed and stagnant for a year before her arrival. Exhaustion set in as she hung the last blanket on the line.


As though he had read her thoughts, Adam turned and said, “I’ll build a fire and prepare dinner. Would you like an apéritif”?


She nodded her agreement and Adam poured a snifter of black cherry brandy. Reclining in an overstuffed chair, Eve admired the handsome look of this model, from his wavy hair down to his well-muscled buttocks. She ached to grip his flesh in her hands and draw his body tightly to hers.


Catching the turn of her thoughts, she jumped from her chair as though it were on fire, and rummaged through her bag for her smartphone. Eve opened a page, determined to begin her log.


Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, knowing that Neil would read it. She decided to begin with brief notes, which she would alter before anyone could be the wiser. Quickly she pecked out Remember, that is not real skin. Project Adam is not a real man. Control your machine.


Suddenly, Adam touched her shoulder and asked if he could draw a bath for her. She gave a silent nod of approval, and then realized she had not programmed Adam with the Romance Package. She knew instantly that Neil had programmed it from the office. Neil, I’m going to get even for this and it won’t be pretty, she threatened in mind, but first, I’m taking a steaming hot bath, you lucky bastard.


As darkness shrouded the wooded cabin, Eve manipulated buttons to impart instructions and then moved to sit before a roaring fire while Adam cleaned up dinner. She snuggled into several overstuffed pillows, wrapped in a bathrobe with her freshly scrubbed skin scented lavender.


Eve fell into deep, restorative sleep, thinking, I am still going to get you for this, Neil.


As if he had heard the threat, a cold chill ran down Neil’s spine. He chuckled to himself wondering what torment she planned to unleash on him when she returned. Cringing, he whispering under his breath, I hope she does not kill the project. He costs more than my house.



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TMI Tuesday 11-8-2016


Hi folks!

As the world knows it is crazy-time with elections in the USA, on this TMI Tuesday. Today’s questions were created by Recusen and little ol’ me. There are many types of elections–student council, city government, civic club boards, union leadership, executive boards, Homeowners Associations, and more.


Refer to any type of recent elections as you answer the following questions.

1. I think more favorably about a candidate who has family, such as a spouse and kid(s)
True or False

2. I am more likely to support a candidate who has my same religious beliefs?
True or False

3. I am skeptical of anyone running for any type of office if they are devoutly religious.
a. I agree
b. I somewhat agree
c. I disagree

4. If a candidate has a sex scandal, I will not vote for them.
a. True
b. False

5. If a candidate was involved in a sex scandal more than a decade ago:
a. I don’t care, it will not affect my view of the candidate
b. Scandal is scandal, I cannot support that candidate
c. Everyone has sex, sex is not scandalous, I don’t care about a candidate’s sex life
e. For me to be swayed by a candidate’s sex scandal it would have to be something huge, heinous and against humanity

6. I like when candidates call each other names and get into negative verbal sparring.
a. Yes – It’s exciting to know the dirt
b. No – It’s a waste of time, I learn nothing about either candidate

Some of each. It speaks to a candidate’s character and reveals truths which were covered up.

7. Do you vote? Why or why not?

Yes. We fought for the right.

8. When it comes to campaign ads, which kind do you respond to:
a. Negative ads
b. Positive ads


9. Has a campaign ever swayed your vote?


10. Do you pay attention to who placed/paid for the ad?


Bonus: Select all that you agree with, select as many or as few as you like.
a. U.S. Presidential campaign lasts way too long
b. U.S. candidates for President waste a lot of money
c. 2016 U.S. Presidential Race is a steaming pile of poo! 


We started with 14 candidates and it came down to this?!


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

TMI Tuesday


My First Unofficial TMI Tuesday (Late).

How’s it going–you know, your relationship?

TMI Tuesday

Get real. Spill. It’s TMI Tuesday!


And click the pic to read all TMI Tuesday Participants!




How did you realize an important relationship (romantic, friendship, business) was over? What was the pivotal moment or statement?


After being involved for 2+ years,  he asked if I wanted to live with him. When I said no, he asked if I knew we could get married by Notary Public, like he meant to hide it. 


Relationship strategy–do you have one? Share.


I have several: 

Love completely, not blindly. Don’t question your instincts. Don’t let anyone else make you doubt yourself. You know what you know. Communicate. There must be love and trust enough to put fears to rest in order for love to grow instead of stagnate. Be that invested. If he gets angry instead of communicating about anything run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. Most women believe half of what their S.O. says. My strategy is to know which half.


Name two things you appreciate about your current relationship. Why are these things significant? (If not currently in a relationship, feel free to refer to your best relationship)


Previous relationship:

He had basic insight about how to satisfy a woman… Make that women.

He knew that selfish sex would not garner the result he wanted in return.


In your relationship, do you compromise?


a little

never – I usually get my way

too much, it helps keep the peace (Now, I have a rule of thumb: Be empathetic, work for it, but not to the point of being a doormat.)


If you went to couple’s therapy, which of these are you most likely to have a need to discuss:


My significant other feels more like a roommate

Sex is uncomfortable

My partner doesn’t know what I like in bed

“Forget sex! We barely touch.”

We were compatible in all those ways but it’s not a relationship if you’re in it alone.


Bonus: Below is a list of extreme sports. You must pick one sport to try. Why would you do that sport?


volcano diving (Possibly, if another relationship ends badly and there is the possibility of death. Perhaps this would snap me into a new perspective. Rebirth from hell’s mouth?)

zip-lining through a jungle

bungee jumping


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!


Happy TMI Tuesday!


TMI Tuesday












By Wildfire8470












Slow Burn


Slow Burn


Slow Burn

It is too hard to think of when my slow burn began, too hard to focus on fact while I lay next to you letting thoughts of you and me, secret thoughts of us, drift into and out of my consciousness.
Wrapped into your embrace, I am musing silently beneath the star filled sky. It is that amazing time in the early morning, far before the garish sun is near to claiming the night; where I can close my eyes and inhale you… breathe you in with all of my senses. It is that perfect hour where I can let myself walk the too-thin line between anxious thought and deep, dark emotion.
I lay there, lazily dreaming, lost somewhere between salacious desire and intense, raw-emotion, the place I never dare to approach in my waking world. But the breeze brushes over me gently and your fingers run slowly up and down my back, as I realized that you are lost in your own world of half-asleep thought.
I watch you, here in the darkness, conflicting features crossing your face, while you think you’re most personal thoughts, believing that you are safe in the night, unaware that I am taking in everything. Every crease around your beautiful eyes, soft smiles that come and go, the occasional frown that saddens your expression, and I realize that I have the desire to take all of your worries from you, but wonder if I have the ability.
I lay back on the blanket you brought for us and stretch languorously. Finding myself too close to my own fearful thoughts, a shiver runs down my spine, so I hold you a little more tightly to me, snuggle into you more closely, and close my eyes as I finally close the door on lingering fears; fears that you are fast-eclipsing here, in my heart.
It is the one place I dare not examine too closely, but then I remember that you have always been twenty-five kinds of patient with me. I smile to myself as I gingerly touch my lips to your cheek, dreamily picturing the day you asked me out, remembering how I stammered and stumbled nervously in all of my uncertainty;  knowing how long I have been wanting you but paralyzed in the breadth and depth of my residual pain.
I was overwhelmed by your confidence and larger than life personality then, and I picture your rugged handsomeness on that day.
“Have coffee with me,” you said as you approached me.
I scanned the spaces beside and behind me, wondering if you were actually addressing me. I stood rooted to one spot, rummaging through any number of replies that I might have choked out, but my still-wounded heart leapt into my throat so I just stood there, mute in your gaze.
“Never mind,” you stated firmly, “Make it adult beverages, girl. Seems like you could use it.”
I stammered something unintelligible which thankfully, you did not hear.
“Pick you up at eight,” you said, over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, but then quickly turned to flash a grin at me that crinkled your eyes, and I was hooked. I was completely and utterly taken, and then I knew… this is where my slow burn began.
Unaware that you have been watching me this night, I am completely unguarded in re-experiencing you, and this is where your lips meet mine, startling me out of that not-so-long-ago moment. I drag my errant thoughts back to the present, into the here and now of you, into the profoundly sexual kiss that is steadily heating up.
Slowly, you let me come to you, and I returned your passion two-fold as I let you part my lips. Your hand lightly cups the soft, warm globes beneath you as you graze my unexposed nipple with just one finger. You stroke me tentatively through the fabric of my blouse, and deepen the kiss gently, yet firmly demanding of me, not making any sudden moves but deliberately exploring me with maddening slowness.
You entwined your tongue with mine and press deeper, forcing my lips and mouth open to you. Knowing how much I want you, you let me know that you will determine how this goes.
You slow my actions with a gentle hand to my shoulder and will not give in to my urgency. Ever so slowly, you knead my taut breasts squeezing my nipples slightly as you undo my buttons, all without ever breaking our kiss.
Your hands are gently seeking, feeling, softly rubbing and stroking until you suddenly stand and pull me to my feet. With my body pressed full-length against you, locked in your muscular embrace, you loosen your grip slightly to remove the last of my clothing and yours.
Not letting go for a second, you stroke my long hair and move your hand to caress my cheek. You press your steel-hard need between my legs. Your cock is my scabbard, springing to life from its dark patch of hair.
I am aching for you to fill me, aching for you to make this slow burn blaze into unrestrained passion. But you lift me gently into your arms to gingerly lay me down upon the blanket and, in so-doing, lay waste to my inhibitions; the content of my wounded soul.
As you lay atop me with your firm, broad chest pinning me down, you crush me to you with your devilish eyes locked on mine, almost daring me to utter a word of protest, but I cannot.
Instead, I wrap my legs around you, trying to pull you closer still, finally let me melt into you. I give into the mêlée of riotous emotion that only you can make me feel. Your every touch is searing white-hot flames upon my skin, branding me your own.
l let you trail fire down the length of me, as you drag your fingertips down my stomach, past my abdomen to find the nexus of me and I cry out into the night at just the tips of your fingers touching me there.
Sizzling, electric-heat shocks me, leaping from synapse to synapse, culminating in the core of my womanhood while this slow burn threatens to consume me; to incinerate my very soul and I am suddenly assailed with terror.
I am unprepared to feel this deeply and intensely, ill-equipped to fall face-first and headlong into the all-consuming fire that constantly torments my waking and dreaming hours. I am writhing, squirming and pushing; fighting you, fighting me, and then begin begging you,
“Stop! Wait! Stop! Please! Please stop!”
But you do not let me go, will not let me run. Knowing that you are plenty strong enough to hold me down, you just hold me gently in your firm grip. Again, you pull me to you hard, letting me panic, writhe, and fight to push you away until my terror gives way to tears.
I am weeping in silence, tears streaking down my face, while you hold me tighter than you ever have, murmuring loving words into my ear, letting me retreat and die, to be reborn into your arms; the girl all but gone and a woman in her place.
Then finally, we both move, kissing frantically, wrapping ourselves around each other, rolling over and over again, both of us finding “our rhythm.” Then you push up from the ground to kneel between my thighs while lightly fondling my clitoris. You stroke me softly there with the full, firm length of you deep inside of me. You continue your sweet, sensuous torment until my breathing comes fast and ragged.
You begin a quicker rhythm, slamming into me hard and fast, as you stroke my most intimate secrets. I feel the slow burn become tumultuous as both of us push harder and faster. My hips meet yours, matching you, thrust for frenzied thrust, our crescendo building hotter, wilder, your fingers stroking my sensitized womanhood while you fill me with your steel-hard length, your unrelenting girth impaling me and letting my orgasm build.
Soft whimpers and longing moans escape me as I am twisting, thrusting, and aching to explode with you just as your deep, guttural growl fills the air, matching my soft scream that splits the stillness of this night. Finally, I let myself fall into our mutual fulmination, into flames that are borne of you and me. Our simultaneous orgasm rocks us through and through.
Then, at last, I am lost in you; in feeling your pulsing member sheathed within my hot wetness while I contract almost violently around you. I let our torrential lust and love consume me as you fall into my arms. I so love the culmination and completion that is you… and me… that is us… wholly and only us… and just the thought sets me back on a slow burn.

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