Thread: Life Imitates Porn (AlphaZero & Sensualist)

The day Matt Hoffman's life took a turn for the strange and for the erotic began like any other. Birds chirruped early in the trees outside his apartment, pre-empting the morning traffic with their songs. His radio clicked on as the first rays of light seeped through the blinds, and as he slowly faded back to consciousness he dimly realised that the tuning must have slipped somehow instead of the usual morning show with the two braying jackass would-be comedians, it was something called 'the 69.0 AM TGIF Show' with a pair of pleasantly husky voiced women discussing sexual fantasies with callers. He was too muzzy-headed and under-caffeinated to consider it further, though. Mike stretched under the sheets, unexpectedly feeling the cotton all over his body. Huh, that was weird he didn't normally sleep nude, did he? Maybe he'd just been over-zealous when he undressed last night. He rubbed his eyes and glanced down the bed, only to be taken aback by what he saw jutting out like a ship's mast, tenting up the bedsheets impressively. There was morning wood... but this was morning giant redwood! Mike yanked the sheets aside, blinking in bemusement at the twelve inches of thick, rigid meat jutting up from his lap, with big heavy testes resting on his thighs. Huh. Had that always been... I mean, he'd always been confident about it, but wasn't that...? Thankfully, by the time he'd put the coffee on and had a shower, the sizeable erection had subsided enough for him to fit it into a pair of boxers. Mike made his way to his door and opened it, stooping to pick up his mail. Bills, junk mail from a sex-toy store... huh, he didn't remember having a subscription to XXX Coed Sluts ... must have been someone else's. The paper seemed a bit weird, too the front-page stories were about a record low in teen pregnancies thanks to the president's pro-oral and -anal sex initiative, and a prison riot which, for some reason, they called a 'gang-bang'. He wondered if he'd got a British newspaper by mistake, somehow there was a naked woman splayed on page 3, smiling brightly and baring it all. As Mike was folding up the paper, more bemused than ever, the door across the hall opened and his neighbour stepped out into the hall. She must have been new to the building, as though he knew her name was Kristi, he wasn't sure he'd seen much of her before but he was certainly seeing a lot of her now, as her curvy figure was wrapped in a scant towel and nothing else. Her skin was dappled with water and blushing pink from the heat of the shower, her blonde hair pinned up and makeup somehow impeccable. She bent over to pick up her mail, revealing a deep vista of cleavage between her succulent breasts and nearly making the edge of the towel ride up over her nicely rounded ass, then glanced across at him with a warm smile. Hi... it's Mike, right? Good morning! Hope you're having... as she spoke her door swung softly closed behind her, the latch snicking shut. Kristi gasped at the sound and spun around to grab the doorhandle, trying frantically to open the now-locked door. The corner of her towel had gotten caught between the frame and the edge of the door, so as she turned it came free from her body, and Mike was suddenly treated to the full splendour of her pale pink flesh from head to toe. Those perky, bouncy D-cups definitely looked real, and the neat little triangle of platinum fur that crowned her sex told him she was a natural blonde, too. Ohmigod... I'm locked out! she cried out, wrestling in vain with the door.