Sex Pods

Putting away the complexity of the sphere pod, we return to a more basic configuration and start to use the hospital beds and pumps.

Body and soul. Heat would pulse in waves from the sex pod. Sometimes we held him so tightly he couldn’t breathe, just tremble and wait.

The sexplorers formed one of those beautiful couples, one having no existence without the other. One took the other’s art to a divine state.

To be a passenger in the sphere sex pods was bizarre and celestial. A cosmic gag reel where all the rules were set in opposition.

When “He” enntered the sphere, it was a play, a perverse opera, an orgasmic performance. Each tests was going deeper, and deeper.

That sphere was a sexual armor, used for sexual battles. Since you were inside, you had to confront yourself and your body possibilities.

That was intense; eight days and seven nights of continuous testing. We were all taking drugs. Inside and out of the sphere. to stay awake.

The sphere was based, partially, on the original NASA weightlessness studies—obscure archives from 1965, which I was able to consult.

This second pod was the most challenging. It took six months to build it. In the lab, the sphere was impressive but uneasy to handle.

There is a dark, sexual power in many souls. The sex pods want to extract and expose this, to manipulate the body desires.

Pleasure or pain, what we seek is the intense pleasure. An addiction. Discomfort and struggle can be turn into a source of pleasure.

Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. I have plenty of devilish devices I want you to try.