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Subject: Journal Entry 159 / 1026  [ Planetfall: Ramsey, The Dildo Ramsey ]  (new!)
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     Journal Entry 159 / 1026

     "Sigh,"  I said aloud, sighing.  That word had become something of 
a habit with me; it seemed preferable to the sighing on its own for some 
reason.  I rose from the wooden table and pulled aside the flap that 
separated the tent's center room from Sheja's.  The dim light from the 
center room diffused through the canvas walls, illuminating her.  She 
looked so beautiful lying there, sleeping peacefully, the covers 
collected at the foot of the bed on so warm a night.  Her Mephit body 
shifted slightly, her legs stretching a little.  I wondered who occupied 
her dreams.  Was it boys or girls, hominids or 'taurs, someone generic 
or someone specific?  Did I occupy my daughter's dreams?  Did his mother 
or Aaden?  

     She really had become a sweet young fem in her teenage years.  
Although my body was as healthy as hers, I felt older.  There are more 
years on this chassis then there are on hers, at least in the head.  I 
treasured her innocence and her purity.  And her right to keep them, 
even if she sometimes seemed ready to trade them in on experience.  I 
loved my children without question or qualm, and until she asked me to 
change the rules, I wasn't going to do more teach her with words and 
with pictures.  The rest she would have to seek on her own.

     As I stepped away and let the flap close, I noticed something shift 
in my pants; I had an erection from thinking about her.  The line 
between integrity and corruption is called action, and I knew which side 
of that line I sat on.  Sheja was untouchable until she told me 
otherwise.  I reached down into my pants and grabbed my cock, feeling 
the skin of my palm close about the more sensitive flesh.  Alone in the 
tent but for sleeping Sheja, I wondered what I was going to do with this 
sudden incident with solidity.

     I wondered how P'nyssa was getting along right now.  She and Zaid 
had been spending a lot of time together, and I hardly begrudged them 
that time.  I liked Zaid a lot; she was an interesting woman, to say the 
least.

     And Aaden had been spending nights in the field, doing etymological 
interfacing studies, finishing up the last of the studies before we 
packed up and went home.  The replacement team was on its way.  And 
Battia wasn't really all that upset to see us go.  Actually, I bet he 
was spending some times with Tonni doing some of their own interfacing.

     It's funny, but I don't resent the time they spend away from home.  
I think part of it's that they don't really have a "home" per se.  I'm 
happy just when they're around, but I like to have a space to call my 
own, and I'm thousands of light years from Pendor and Alpha, and Aaden 
can't reach his office in Rhysh and P'nyssa's without hers at Cutters.  
We're making our own psychic spaces now, living on our own in many ways 
until we get home.

     And like them I've got my own playmates.  I could always call 
Lindsay.  Or Olivia.  I smiled and ticked off the names in my mind.  
Kathy.  Trianna.  Nishipo.  Dao.

     I stopped for a second.  I mean, literally froze as I paced around 
the room.  Only two males and four females?  That seemed unlike me for 
some reason.  Usually it's even numbers, or it's male-heavy.  And where, 
exactly, did Lindsay sit?  Although I generally counted her on the 
female side, there was no denying that penis between her legs.  I 
wondered what was going on inside my head.  

     I grinned and unfroze, dimming the lights and walking towards the 
bedroom.  Right at the moment, I felt bored, but I didn't feel like 
calling someone to relieve that boredom.  I was interested in sex and 
orgasm, but I really wasn't interested in calling someone to assist.  I 
sat down on the platform bed and contemplated my next move.

     I needed something.  Something private.  I felt lazy for one thing, 
and let's face it, as much as I adore all of my friends calling any one 
of them up and asking them to share my bed would mean I have to pay 
attention to their wants and needs as well, and I wasn't in the mood to 
deal with other people and their wants and needs right at that moment.

     I suppose if I called Tails I could get him to just fuck me, 
something I was at least partially in the mood for, but calling in a 
favor like that would still mean interacting with someone.  And it would 
leave me owning him something in the future.  I couldn't figure out why 
I felt the way I did.  I wasn't lonely... I was alone, but preferring 
the solitude.

     I leaned forward, pulled open the bottom drawer on the dresser we 
had set up, the drawer in which we kept the toys, and started rummaging.  
I found what I was looking for after less than ten seconds-- "Ramsey."

     Yes, I sometimes think it's slightly in bad taste to name my 
dildos, but I do.  I also wonder if naming this one "Ramsey" is in 
particularly bad taste.  I suppose I could name it "Paul" but it's 
black, and, well, so is Ramsey.  I could call it "Borodir," but Borodir 
is nowhere near this big.  So "Ramsey" it is.

     "Ramsey" is no beginner's toy; at it thickest it's fully 25 
centimeters in circumference, but it's only about 18 cents tall, which 
is all I need.  I'm not interested in trying to get anything deeper into 
me.  It's the circumference I like to explore and play with.

     I closed the drawer, and act which would have stunned P'nyssa; I'm 
always leaving drawers open.  But I needed the floorspace, since I don't 
like doing this on the bed; the enormous mass of the latex is already 
unstable enough.

     The head is tapered, narrowed.  Once that's in though the shaft 
gets thick very quickly, satisfyingly filling me.  Before I began 
playing, though, I remembered to take care of a few primary details.  I 
hung my bathrobe up on the coattree we used alternately for cold-weather 
jackets (not that it's cold here very often) and drying towels, then 
took two towels out of the clean laundry basket.  One I placed on the 
dresser next to the coattree, the other I opened and laid out on the 
floor.  I also put a bottle of soap into the bathrobe's pocket.

     I placed the dildo in the center of the of the towel, kneeling 
before it, placing one knee to either side of it.  I took a deep breath 
and looked down at this threateningly huge faux cock, then picked up the 
bottle of lubricant and squeezed some onto the dildo's head.  With my 
right hand I slathered it down the length of the shaft, coating the 
black column until it gleamed with a strange, suggestive light.

     Now that my right hand was thick with lubricant, I reached down and  
began stroking my own cock.  As I tugged and pulled on the skin, I 
coated it with the slippery gel and I could feel it growing hard again 
under my caresses.  I don't agree with Tails; I like the glycerine stuff 
better than oils.  It's sticky afterwards, but during it feels so much 
better.

     I felt my groin go hot and my cock grow hard.  My balls rose 
upwards in their sac, feeling tight already.  I knew those feelings 
weren't really climactic, that I was far from my orgasm.  It didn't 
matter.  When I play with a big toy, I come fast.

     And it's odd, too, because when I get fisted it's rare that I come 
at all.  Sometimes I do, but it's maybe only a quarter of the time.  
With "Ramsey," the object is to come, and I come when I want to, on my 
own time.

     I have rules about playing with "Ramsey" too.  The most basic is 
that I want to be hard and excited when I try and fit it into my hole.  
I want to be ready.

     I also go slow.  Sometimes it takes half an hour to get Ramsey into 
me, and that's not a half hour I begrudge.  I like my asshole; it has to 
last me a long time, and I don't really feel like calling some medico to 
come sew me up because I did something stupid while masturbating.

     My cock surged to its full erection, and I could feel the tightness 
coming that meant that my orgasm was possible, if not assured.  I arose 
from my kneel and crawled forwards a few steps.  Knees to the floor, 
feet flat behind me, I knelt erect and positioned "Ramsey" underneath 
me, then slowly lowered myself onto it.

     I felt the rubber head press against my backside, slowly sliding 
into that conical valley at the bottom of which lay my asshole.  It 
slipped a little; I reached down with hand to pull it back into place.  
I didn't press down very hard at all, but just sat there, adjusting to 
the idea that such a blunt object was going to go past my sphincter.  I 
pressed down a little more, and I felt my asshole give way just a 
little, granting just a little more access to my insides.

     I stroked my cock and it stayed hard.  I felt my passion rise into 
my chest, and I pressed down a little more on the dildo, and felt my 
opening, my first sphincter, give way just a little.

     Playing with toys these big, I don't even think of it as "success" 
when I get them within me; I just say my asshole gave up trying to keep 
them out.  I'm not forcing anything; I'm just giving my hole the time it 
needs to adjust.

     I lifted off the dildo, pressing up with my right leg to get a good 
look at it.  I dripped more lubricant onto the head and slid back down 
onto the slippery black column.  It pressed up into my asshole just a 
little further then before, but the added lubricant made the task of 
easing my hole open easier.  I raised and lowered my hips, fucking 
myself with the tip of the dildo, pressing in a little further with each 
stroke until I reached the point of pain.  Then I eased off, waited 
while the dildo held me open just so, and then tried to reach that limit 
again.  And this time there was no pain... until further.  I stopped and 
repeated the ritual, letting the flesh stretch and relax, stretch and 
relax.

     It's not unlike doing exercises, really.  Aaden's told me I have 
the tightest asshole he's come across that didn't belong to a virgin, 
and part of that is the exercises I do to keep tight after doing these 
stretches.   I felt the flare of the head press against the walls of my 
outer sphincter.  I knew the tip of the cockhead had reached in past the 
inner ring then, but I was still a way from getting the whole thing into 
me.

     I began a slow, long rising and falling motion, coming all the way 
off the dildo and then plunging back onto it, slowly working it deeper 
into me.  I felt the flare of the cockhead against the walls of my anus, 
and I knew that on the next stroke it would slide inside me.  And I was 
right; as I slid down the cockhead penetrated me completely, the shaft 
sliding past my sphincter.  I let out a sharp gasp.

     The shaft widened to its full 25cms quickly, and just as quickly I 
had all 18 cms of depth into me.  That's about all I can take, and I'm 
grateful for the intelligence to not try and take more.

     Although I had paid little attention to it, my cock was still 
completely hard and now I gave it more attention, stroking more 
insistently.  At the same time, I began to fuck myself earnestly with 
the dildo.  It's short enough that when I've got as much as I can take 
my butt is pressed to the base of the toy.  I took it all the way out, 
and then slid it past my sphincter again.  Arching my back backwards, I 
pressed the ridge of the head against my prostate on every downstroke.

     My hand became a blur over my cock and I felt my orgasm as an 
imminent event, something that would happen at any second.  But with my 
asshole so open, so relaxed, the muscles of my body don't know how to 
make my groin tense and ready to shoot.  My climax came closer and 
closer, and as I felt the first incredible spasms of ecstasy wash over 
me I pulled completely off the dildo and fell forward, supporting myself 
on my left hand as every muscle clamped shut tight, spraying my semen 
all over the towel.

     I remember moaning; my head swam with the intensity of my orgasm as 
I stroked my cock again and again, milking out every final drop of come 
I could possibly get.  Then I collapsed, rolling over onto my butt and 
sitting down on the towel, sitting in my own little pool of come.  

     I just lay there, staring at the huge black shaft of rubber and 
admiring the fact that I had had it inside me just a few seconds before.  
I lay there catching my breath.  

     Finally, I slowly stood up.  My legs were still wobbly, but I would 
survive.  I bent over and laid the dildo down onto the towel and folded 
the towel over it.  Putting on the bathrobe and grabbing the clean 
towel, I slipped it and the towel with the dildo wrapped inside under my 
arm and made my way for the showers.

     I returned home ten minutes later, feeling cleaner.  I had cleaned 
the dildo off and tossed the soiled towels into one of the communal 
washers.  With care I placed "Ramsey" back where I had found it and 
closed the drawer.  Finally sleepy, I slipped under the covers of my bed 
and closed my eyes as well.  I still felt lonely without someone to 
share company with tonight...

     I smiled.  I was now 'lonely,' rather than alone.  I reached over 
the edge of the bed and found my PADD.  "Lance?"

     "Yes, Ken?"

     "Is Nishipo Parzec busy right now?"

     "He is currently in SDisk Shuttle number four, reviewing a 
maintenance proceeding.  I don't think that qualifies as 'busy.'"

     "Call him, would you?"

     The screen cleared, and his face appeared on it.  "Ken!"

     "Heya, Tails," I said, calling him by his nickname.  "I've got an 
offer for ya."

     "What kind?"

     "I'm heading to bed in a few minutes, and, well, I'd like some 
company.  Just someone to sleep with.  Aaden and Nyss are gone for the 
night.  I, uhm, I'm just kinda lonely and want company."

     "This can wait," he said, nodding his head towards whatever he was 
doing off-camera.  "See you in five minutes?"

     "Thanks," I said.  I occupied myself with reading until he showed, 
and when he clapped I opened my tent flap and let him in with a hug.  He 
kissed my cheek instead.  "Thanks for coming."

     "It's better than sleeping alone," he said.  "I am kinda tired, 
though, so I hope you were serious about the 'just sleep' bit."

     "I was."

     "Lead on, then," he yawned.  I led him into the bedroom, where 
together we undressed him, then we both crawled into bed.  He curled up 
onto his side and I wrapped myself around him.  "Ken?" he whispered.

     "Hmm?"

     "What happens when we wake up?"

     "We'll see, won't we?"

     He laughed softly and caressed my arm.  "Yeah, guess we will.  
G'night.  Thanks for the invite."

     "Thanks for accepting.  G'night, Tails."

--
"Planetfall: Ramsey, The Dildo Ramsey"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales 
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