All right.

Taking a deep breath, I adjust a knob on the device and press three switches down, each one clicking into place with a pleasant thunk. A faint hum announces its activation, and electric tingles run up and down my spine. Like ... like water poured through me, I decide, as I face the door.

It's working. I think. And so, with a deep breath, I curl my fingers around the doorknob and twist. Performance anxiety's always a strain, but with this, well... who knows what could go wrong.

The room is empty, and beautifully furnished - she'll be surprised to see that too, I think with a faint grin, noting the lovingly refurbished wood of the bed, its plush sheets, fresh and crisp. Still, no time to admire the bed as I clamber into it, feeling a dash of self-consciousness. True, no one's in the room with me, but the feeling of cool air on my skin and the thud of blood through my cock go together in interesting ways...

Resting back against the sheets, I cock an eyebrow in the direction of the doorway, an empty hallway greeting my gaze as I speak.

"Hey, you. Surprised to see me?"

I pause, my stomach fluttering. "Well, to see me again, I guess."

And with that, I lay back against the bed, running over the plan in my mind. One, two, tens of minutes tick by, all the way to nine o'clock, and then it's time. Hips set just so, my cock arcing up at a jaunty angle, hands splayed against imaginary hips in midair, and the faint spatter of pre-cum oozing from my tip in anticipation of what I'm about to do. What I'm doing. It's complicated.

A few minutes to settle in, I note, and then... Showtime.

Languid thrusts while away the time, a steady, easy-to-follow rhythm, fingers tightening and relaxing apace, the occasional grin upward, and grunt, and even a few words that I know will bring a shiver and a groan. And then faster, after a good while, harder, hands and hips rocking in a rhythm made only faintly ridiculous by the fact that I'm giving a column of air the ride of its life.

And then, all of my will, the motion of my body, the heavy bounce of my cock and, if I can focus just hard enough, phantom walls clenching down around my shaft...

The end comes suddenly, an oozing, spurting pulse of warmth in waves and viscous shots, and I lay my head back on the pillow with a sigh, finally letting my eyes close. That, I think. That should do it.

It's eight-thirty on the dot, now, and my body tingles with anticipation alone this time, the heated air between you and me almost shimmering with lust. It's been a good time, out on the town, but the traded glances, the hints of a surprise... they've done their part, and with a faint grin, I twist the doorknob, the door slowly sliding open onto a scene from your lewdest dreams.

It worked, I think with satisfaction, almost missing your gasp when the me I was, just a little bit ago, grins up at you from the bed.

"Hey, you. Surprised to see me."

The past-me grins, a moment's hesitation.

"Well, to see me again, I guess."

Because if one dong is fun, why not two of the same? Or one, spread across time, if that's how you'd like to look at it.

Likes: Happy sex, happy rough sex, teasing, and fun sciencey stuff that facilitates all that.

Dislikes: Blood, effluvia, kids, and thinking too hard about time paradoxes while fucking.

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