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This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following poem belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Virginity/celibacy
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Tim and Kay explore each other's bodies.
Additional Information: NSFW. Canonical woman of color (Kay). Tentacles. Cuddling. Various penetration. Trust and intimacy.

"Like Cherries Harmonizing Pussycats"

"There is something I wish to explore,"
Tim the Tentacle Monster said to Kay,
"which requires the participation of a partner."

"So talk with Ash," Kay suggested.
Tim flicked the tips of two tentacles
in what approximated a dismissive shrug.
"That would not be appropriate," he said.
"Ash and I have a comfortable relationship,
but there are things she does not enjoy.
Besides, she is like one of my parents' offspring
born in my same spawning."

"Like a sister," Kay said, "or even a twin."
"Yes," Tim said. "I enjoy the touching.
For me it is harmonic, not melodic --"
"Are you asking to have sex with me?"
Kay said, because Tim's attempts
to explain alien sex quickly degenerated
into mixed metaphors and utter gibberish.

"No, it is like -- you pet the cat?"
Tim said hesitantly. "And the cat purrs?
And you both enjoy the experience?"
"All right," Kay said. She could do sensual
rather than sexual contact, no problem.
Perhaps this would help to bridge
the gap between the two of them.
"What do you want to do, Tim?"

"I want to pet the insides of your body,"
Tim said, his tentacles turning toward her
like flower stems toward the sun.

"Okay, we can do that," Kay said,
a little bemused and wondering how
to keep it firmly in the sensual category.
Well, maybe Tim could help with that;
it wasn't like she'd ever made out
with a tentacled alien before.
"It's sweet of you to ask me.
There's something special about
being someone's first experience."

They locked themselves in Kay's room,
because Kay had supplies for
a variety of personal explorations.
Kay lay down on the bed
and Tim spread himself beside her.

It never ceased to amaze her
how much he could flatten out
and extend sideways,
when not holding himself upright
for standing or walking.

Kay peeled off her clothes
and Tim took each garment from her,
daintily folding them before setting them aside.
He did not seem inclined to rush,
but instead began touching her
at the tips of her fingers and toes.

Tim's tentacles were sensitive,
Kay recalled, so she hesitated
to grab or squeeze any of them.
She wasn't sure exactly where
all of the tender parts might be,
or whether there was much point
petting the sturdy parts that she knew.

"You may touch too," Tim invited,
tracing the lines of her palm
with the tip of a tentacle
no wider than her own fingers.
"You'll have to show me how,"
Kay said. "I have no idea
what feels good to you."

"Like this," Tim said,
more tentacles moving underneath
to close her hand around the one
that curled over her palm.
Tentatively Kay squeezed
and stroked the smooth coil.
It felt a little like petting a snake,
firm yet supple under her touch.
It was new, and peculiar, and appealing.

Tim fondled his way very gently
across Kay's body, covering her
in a macrame of tentacles.
He teased at her nipples
and the springy black curls
between her legs.

Kay discovered that
the big handling tentacles
held power but little sensitivity.
The tiny tentilla were too tender to touch,
although Tim trailed their tips along
her lips and her nipples.

In between, though,
there were strong slender tendrils
like fingers, sensitive enough to be pleasant
without causing an overload of sensation.
Kay rubbed them lazily
while others drifted over her body.

It was like and yet unlike sex.
There was something weirdly innocent about it,
for both of them, as they explored
each other's bodies.

Tim found the lubricant
in the drawer of the bedside table.
One wet tentacle nudged
at the folds of Kay's body,
tracing up and down and around
before finally sliding in.

Tim moved with a langorous grace,
the way Kay occasionally teased herself
on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
She'd had a lover once who studied Tantra;
he was the only other person who ever
seemed to like things as slow
as Kay sometimes did --
except now there was Tim,
easing along with no hurry at all.

Another dripping tentacle
teased her ass, gradually making room
for itself within her body.

The two tentacles stroked
the hidden walls of her,
feeling their way along
all the different textures within,
moving against and with each other.

Kay spread herself wider
to give Tim better access,
which was wonderful until
her back and thighs started to cramp,
and had they really been at this
long enough for that to happen?

Then Tim slid some of his thicker tentacles
underneath her body, lifting her up,
gently rubbing the tension
from her tired muscles.
He cradled her carefully,
every part supported,
legs and back, head and neck,
like a living hammock.

Kay relaxed into his grasp,
surprised at how perfectly he held her,
reading her need or intent
from the minute shifting of skin
over muscle and bone.
She had never let him pick her up before;
it felt amazing to be engulfed by him.

Tim could have crushed her,
and yet she trusted him utterly --
they had somehow come this far together.

Kay flashed back on her first sight of him
holding a limp and bloody Alex amongst the rubble.
Kay had completely misinterpreted his intent at the time,
but now she understood how carefully
Tim had carried Alex.
Like this, every inch protected,
sheltered, treasured --
because he had seen someone
precious and worthy of care.

Kay had mistrusted Tim for a long time,
and he had been wary of her in turn,
and they had wasted all that time
when they could have been
building a better friendship.

I should have let him carry me sooner,
she said to herself, because
his body was telling her all kinds of things
that his words hadn't quite conveyed,
even though he was brilliant enough
to have learned human languages fluently.
Something always got lost in translation.
Tim was so tactile that for him,
body language made up more of the spectrum
than it did for humans.

Kay tried to listen with her fingertips,
with her entire skin, seeking out
the places that made Tim shiver with pleasure,
much the way she stroked Schrodinger
until she found the small spots behind his ears
that made him purr the loudest.

A tentacle teased at her lips
and she opened her mouth to let it in.
The taste startled her into a laugh.
"Did you honestly lubricate this with cherry butter?"
she demanded, trying to sit up,
and yes, there was the little jar
resting on the nightstand.

"Ash suggested it," Tim said.
"Was it not appropriate for this orifice?"
"Appropriate, just amusing in context,"
Kay said, not wanting to get into a longer explanation.
She captured the hovering tentacle and sucked
the slippery, slightly sticky substance off it.

Tim pushed just a little deeper,
tickling along her teeth and tongue.
Kay wrapped a hand around the shaft
so that she could control the depth,
but he didn't push any further.
He seemed content to explore
her mouth rather than her throat.

Tim moved within her and around her,
accepting the caresses she pressed
against the parts of him she could reach
with her hands -- he had so much more
to touch her with, but he did not
seem to mind that she had less.
Perhaps her skin was enough for him,
and the secret places of her body
that he stroked so marvelously.

Kay's orgasm, when it came,
was not so much a spike of ecstasy
as a long, slow roll of pleasure
winding out like a hose from its spool.
Afterwards she lay limp in Tim's grasp
while he carefully extricated himself
and draped her onto the bed.

"That was a most enlightening conversation,"
Tim said to her as he slipped from the bed,
and Ah, Kay thought to herself,
that's what he was doing all along,
listening to all the parts of her.

"Mmm," she said aloud,
and Tim gave his rumbling chuckle
at the way she'd gone nonverbal.
He drifted a blanket over her
and then sidled quietly out of her room.

Kay fell asleep
still thinking about what
it had been like to be held
more completely than ever before.

It had been like -- it had been like --
her drowsy brain stumbled over
some of Tim's attempts to explain alien sex
and blended them with the afternoon's activities --
like cherries harmonizing pussycats.

* * * 


1) The title of this poem is a riff on something in the "Fanfic Part 1" descriptions, "Like Squid Deglazing Doorknobs."

2) The term "tentilla" in biology refers to small tendrils coming off a main tentacle, but it literally means "little tentacles."  So the latter use applies in this context.

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Date: 2012-11-04 06:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meridian_rose
I've read it a couple of times now and tried to construct a comment that it deserves. However the best I can come up with right is that I really like it, and love the gentleness (for want of a better word) of the piece. Very nice :D


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