Marc 13: The illusion of delusion

Was the sex driving me crazy?

Amy came over last night to check up on me. The doctor said ‘No alcohol’ for a couple more days, and Amy seems to think that means she can drink the whole bottle of wine herself. But my wine rack is full, and she’s certainly earned her share of whatever she wants to have. She’s my best friend.

So she’s about a half bottle down, and we’re talking and laughing, when she asks, “What the hell was that Medium post about yesterday?”

“What do you mean?”

She gives me her you-know-what-I-mean look, but I don’t, so I just shrug.

“You know, the one about your dream girl, Chastity, and the men in black, and the creepy tattooed guy? What was that all about?”

“Seriously, Amy, that’s the way it went down after you drove away. By the way, why did you drive away?”

She’s chuckling so hard a dribble of wine slips out and down her chin. I’m so tempted to lick it clean, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m craving wine, or her.

“God, Marc, you’ve got such a great imagination. I picked you up at the hospital. There was no one else there. You were flying so high on your pain medications you babbled all the way home. Did you really believe that all happened?”

The images and memories of that day were still etched firmly in my head. I can’t imagine I dreamed that up, but Amy’s explanation makes a lot more sense than mine.

“By the way,” Amy went on, “that nurse, Vickie, seems pretty sweet on you. You going to see her again?”

God, thinking of Vickie made me harder than hell. But I’m not going there. Not with Amy anymore. We’ve both agreed on our boundaries.

I tell her all about what happened between me and Vickie in the hospital. “She’s in Points Club. I’ve kind of promised her a rematch when I get my strength back.”

Amy knows about the club, and we’re at a point in our relationship where we can talk to each other about anything. We’ve gotten over the sex and into the friend zone without any hard feelings on either side. I’m not sure how that happened, but it’s nice. She’s got a new boyfriend named Chas, who’s keeping her happy, and we can still get together and bull-shit with each other.

“So are you coming up with something kinky for your little Points Club date with her?” Her eyes are bright as she jibes me. “Something you can write about later?”

I usually let Amy read my posts before I publish them.

“That’s the problem,” I tell her. “I’m kind of a meat and potatoes guy, when it comes to sex. I’m not really into the kinky stuff.”

“Yeah, but you do the meat part really well.” She’s chuckling hard now. She tends to get silly when she’s drunk, and the wine bottle I opened for her when she arrived is almost empty.

I grab it from her. “I think you’ve had enough. You should head to bed.”

“Will you come with me?” she asks with a sly smile.

“Now I know you’ve had enough. I’ll come tuck you in, and that’s it.” We’ve set our new limits, and I didn’t want to screw up anything between Amy and Chas. I kind of like the guy and I think he’s good for her.

Amy’s apartment is right across the hallway from mine. I get her into her bedroom and turn away as she strips and climbs into bed. When I turn back, her breasts are showing and her arms reach toward me.

“Just one more night,” she implores, “for old time’s sake.” But she’s slurring her words.

I know she’d regret it in the morning, and I’d feel horrible. “Go to sleep,” I say as I shut off her light.

She sends a raspberry my way, like a petulant child, as I make my way back to her front door.

Now even though I’m being all upright and a true friend, my cock is complaining as loudly as Amy, that he would like a little action as well. The sight of Amy’s bare breasts got him jumping to attention.

Amy has wonderful breasts.

“Get a grip,” I say under my breath, which is probably what I’ll have to do as soon as I get home.

But as I open her front door, I hear knocking on mine across the hall.

Chastity’s amazing ass is the first thing I see, hugged by a pair of tight denim jeans.

“Hi,” I say, startling her as I close Amy’s door and make sure it’s locked.

She spins. “Oh, there you are. I need you, and I need to talk to you. But first I need you.” There is an intensity in her eyes that I haven’t seen before.

It sounds like a redo of last night, but according to Amy, that had been all in my head.

I open my door. “Come on in.”

The door is no sooner closed than she sinks to her knees in front of me. “Yesterday wasn’t all in your head, and I will explain, but first, I really need you to cum for me.”

She unzips my fly and my cock explodes out of the opening, obviously very happy to see her.

She wraps her hot fingers around my shaft and strokes it, sending tingles of pleasure cascading through my core.

“Oh, yeah, baby!” As curious as I am for what she has to tell me about yesterday, I really need this. Cum is already seeping from the head of my cock. “That feels so good.”

She licks the droplet from the head. “Give me all your cum, Marc. Fill my mouth and let me drink you down.” Her lips engulf my cock, taking me deep as I unsnap my jeans and let them drop to the floor to pool around my ankles.

I’m commando this evening, so there are no boxer-briefs in the way as she cups my ball sac in her warm hand and gently manipulates it. It feels so good. I’m not going to last long. I grit my teeth and try to hold off as long as I can.

She’s working my cock good. Her lips slide along my shaft as she sucks hard and lashes my cock with her tongue.

then she takes me deep. “Mmmm.” Her pleasure rumbles throughout my core and I feel the first wave of orgasm wash over me.

I cum hard, spurt after spurt.

She locks her lips around the crown of my cock and drinks down every drop, leaving me empty, satisfied, and gasping for air.

“Now,” she says. “Pull up your pants and take a seat. We need to talk.”

“Wine? I ask.

She hesitates. “I hate to drink in front of you, because I know the doctor said you can’t, but I could really use a glass.” Thank goodness the doctor didn’t say no sex.

“No problem.” I pour her a glass and we sit on my couch.

“I have these psychic powers,” she begins.

“I’ve suspected for weeks now. I’m pretty sure you can read my mind, can’t you?”

She nods. “I a CIA agent, and part of an experimental group of psychically enhanced agents called the Psylons. But something in the program went a little wrong, and even though we all got these powers, there’s a side effect we need to deal with.”

I nod.

“We all have this craving for sex. We call it the hunger and it builds up over time. And it really builds up if I’m near another Psylon, like Adam yesterday and the group I was with this morning. The only thing that satisfies it, is an orgasm…from a non-enhanced sexual partner. Our own orgasms don’t affect it at all. That’s why I needed you to cum just now. The hunger had me a bit frazzled.”

“Glad I could help.” I’m storing this all up, but wondering if I’ll be able to write about it. CIA…secret agents with super powers? Crazy.

“No, we want you to write about us,” she says as if reading my mind.

Then I realize, she did read my mind.

“Sorry,” she says. “I try not to read someone’s mind unless I have to. In this case I’m just monitoring you in case you’re about to flip out. You’re taking this all very well.”

“It’s fascinating.”

“Anyway, those two FBI agents yesterday were after you because some things slipped out that shouldn’t have. The FBI should never have gotten involved. We fixed all that now, making them forget, and it was me that implanted the fake memories in Amy’s mind that she brought you home yesterday. Sorry about that.”

Now that I know, I can deal. (And Amy, when you read this, you were right. You brought me home yesterday, I’m just embellishing the story.)

“You said you want me to write about you and the other Psylons?” I ask Chastity.

“Yes. Like the Points Club, we feel the best way to stay hidden is in plain sight. Anything that spills over like yesterday, can be explained as just another fictional story from the internet.”

It sounded like a great opportunity.

“I’ve sent you some notes and files from the Psylon program and some personal accounts from some of our agents. Write it up, publish it, embellish if you like. We just want it out there.”

It sounded like I had my work cut out for me.

But I’ve made a start. Beginning Jan 13, 2022, you’ll find an ongoing feature about the Psylons in Tantalizing Tales, so if you’re interested, please follow me and follow them.

It’s fiction…of course. (Wink, wink.)

Edit: and you can read the first episode here:

And for what happens next on my erotic adventure, check out:

Stay sexy,

Marc