• Riley Murphy

EROTIC FUTURISTIC SPACE SEX

Updated: Jul 7


Space. Sex.


*Looks around*


*Whistles*


Anything? Bueler? Hello?


Just putting it out there. Have any of you guys thought about what sex looks like in the future?


Oh, come on. I’m not talking about your personal love life situations. It’s on a broader scale. I mean, in terms of what that intimate sharing would entail, do you have any idea?

I’m spit-balling here because…? Normally, I’d tell you that I’m angry, but let’s go with disappointed.


*Looks right at you*


The concept of sex followed by the word disappointed is never what I aim for, so this is what got me riled.


Germs and conditions – ha, sounds like terms and conditions, but I digress. Germs and certain conditions are specific to the news media treatment of them. Just saying given, you know, the current clime and, well, very specific acronyms I’ve seen. COVID instead of coronavirus. SARS instead of severe acute respiratory syndrome. ADHD instead of Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder . ADD instead of attention deficit disorder, and GTHAFM (Get the hell away from me) instead of, “You are sick with cooties and I don’t want your plague-like ague–get better, man, and then we can talk.”


That last is totally reasonable, given that I’d have the thirty-foot pole out.


*Doesn’t even blink at you when I admit*


In the seventies and eighties I was forced to joust that way with family, friends, and countrymen, over colds, flus, virus’ and the annual mystery bug that the global community always purposely blamed some country for releasing, at a time when we were all politically mad at them for something.


*Raises brow at you*


Co-inky-dink? I doubt it. But I don’t have time to delve into trade wars, personal grudges, and the old childish taunt of, “I'm Rubber, you're Glue! Bounces off of me and sticks to you.” The only thing I want sticking to me are the antibodies. 😊


Anyway, this is what I’ve been thinking about. Nothing spells a happy ending for a pandemic better than an uplifting tale of what? That’s the problem. There is no happily ever after and that’s my jam.


For me, I’ve had a look at the dystopia movies that show a grim outcome of things. I’ve heard people espouse on the gruesome facts in-depth. There is only one thing worse than a stagnant economy and zero growth and that’s the prediction that we will be a non-touch society in twenty years. What do I say to that?


Nothing.


It’s merely the opinion of others I don’t share. Instead, I’ve decided as an author, I’m going to write my way back from this form of tragic thinking. I’ll call their tale – a dystopia urban decay scare-farse-ity. I want that happily ever after as it arrives for an individual and in order to that I have to plan my writing path. In my tale, I’m skipping right to the part where they’ve survived the slow economic growth and tried the physical separation idea and are now ready for a change.


*Deadpans*


Sue me. I’m all about a happy ending and if it comes by way of common sense, then so be it.


Exhibit A: A no touching – no joining to culminate in a child making reality means low energy. Do not mistake this for people who try and can’t get pregnant – their energy at the prospect would be very high. I’m talking about a perfunctory ritual because the natural option was forbidden. There’s a big difference between being fully capable and denied, and being denied because you are not fully capable.


Think about it.


Exhibit B: Petri dishes. I’ve said it before, and I truly mean it. When I was a kid, I got sick with a cold – tonsillitis, chicken pox, and a typical flu once in a while. Each time was different. Some times worse sometimes not so bad. Then I had children and they got sick. Did I wear a mask? Nope.


*Looks right at you*


Not going to say I wasn’t looking for that thirty-foot jousting poll on occasion because I was, but I couldn’t. Those little walking Petri dishes of mine needed my hugs and I would not be absent from giving them.


Translation? I managed despite the illnesses that were visited upon my household. I believe I was building up immunity to certain strains of things, you know, plague-type pestilence crap. Point it? I’d be a survivor when the sh*t hit the fan (in terms of end of the world pandemic crap).


Seriously, when the food ran out, I’d be the one picking the gum off the sidewalk to keep my bereft-of-the-real-food–jaws limber for when I did find something worth eating.


Exhibit C: Your children, no matter how old, young, or stubborn they may be, they still want to know that mom and dad got this sh*t. Whether it’s a financial hardship, the plague, or a soft coup of their local government trying to take them over.


I’m not going to disappoint my children. As a romance author I feel it’s my duty to make sure that they get their happily ever after. That’s why I would be compelled to dig myself out of a financial problem, stick my middle finger up at the plague, and laugh at the political players antics as they tried to circumvent the ironclad American constitution.

It’s also why I write my future romance from the reconciliation forward. I wouldn’t have been a part of the dystopia part. It’s not my personality.


*Deep breath*


But, being that it’s the future—my kind of future, I know we’ll all came back from this with a wiser, better, and more appreciative attitude toward the physical sharing.

I’m a writer, what can I say?


Did I mention they have some real enlightening things in that future? Not stuff that’s hard to understand or learn about, but actually evolved crap that you get to enjoy in the joining process and that’s what’s cool about writing my tales. The sex is going to be pleasure on steroids. A physical reaction that transcends to a higher level of self that isn’t a cliché or driven by meditation. It’s simply an evolution of the spirit – long suppressed that’s ready to emerge once the re-convergence of a physical connection is possible again.








How cool is that?


In terms of delivering a happily ever after, I would say with all impunity, it’s going to be awesome.


*Waves hand at you*


Yeah, I know every author says that about their work, but in this case I’m doing research. I’m going to dive into the hearts and minds of brilliant intellectuals who know about such things.


Sew… you got any good ideas about the sex in the future that is full- physical contact and spectacular?


What? It can’t hurt to ask.


I have a few new gadgets that I’m planning to write into one series (video above) but mostly the ideas I have are all about knowledge. My other series, there’s a teaser below, is more mystical. Not magic. Think karma sutra meets missionary, wild-monkey <- that’s not with real animals, by the way, Romeo and his brand of rakishness when facing taming that unicorn woman who is part shrew and all feminine splendor with an edge that can cut and heal depending on her whimsical mood <-that’s not a mood swing chemically altered by any substance, by the way. She manages to be emotional all on her own…Oh, wait. Scratch that last. I might bring in the old Mendle juice (an all natural elixir that I introduced in a previous book – totally fabricated by my own imagination so as to what it does? Completely open to any plot hole I need to fill which is perfect for a couple looking for an impossibly fabulous good time, you know?) We’ll see how that shakes out.


*Waggles brows while I twirl my handlebar mustache*


Point is, the words are what will be making the sexy. Not with dew-glossed eyes or anything, but my usual contemporary speak. No high-tech terminology either, unless I make that up too. I do love a good made-up word. There’s two in this post. :D

I gotta be honest here when I tell you, I don’t mind doing the research, but I feel inauthentic using it when I can be so authentic falling in love with a made-up concept I really want in my life, which, you know, works for my hero and heroines.


If you are interested in sharing your thoughts on space sex approached from the

perspective described here, feel free to leave a comment.


If you have some super secret tricks no one knows on the subject, by all means, expound upon them.


If you just want to ask me when this series will be published? Ask, I’ll tell you.


If you don’t like hot and erotic space time travel D/s over-and-under toned romances, I got you covered. I have a very large single title almost ready to be publish. I got stuff.

See?


This is my more mystical story





As always, thanks for stopping by!

Riley











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