This story never happened, it was an erotic dream.
It occurred a long time ago. In a past before ours, humans still coexisted with the existence of gods, whom they respected, adored, heard, and feared in other cases. Lives were built around daily work (hard, by the way) and limited education, but not because it was for the wealthy. This education was limited to certain geographical areas, where high, middle, and low classes studied for free. That education guaranteed a good culture (of what little there was) and they learned the concept of society, tolerance, and respect for others. The village was nestled by the sea coast, a beautiful but unstable landscape in winter, where the inhabitants' concern was the intensity of the rains. Those above always responded to requests, and every time this frequent phenomenon occurred, people gathered in the center to pray. When the cold and rotten sky were behind them, living here was a blessing. Youth was just as tranquil as others. They met at another meeting point besides institutes: the community center, where they held dances, dinners, and open classes extending the contents seen in their respective grades. Courtships emerged, and it didn't happen to the entire age range. A reduced portion claimed to have had a romantic relationship, despite it being brief. With this, there was also the need to inform about the risks of sexual relationships, since there was no protection, and it was likely that from those troubles, a new life would be born. The only thing that could prevent pregnancy was an extensive prayer, which, like others, was always answered by the supreme ones. They always listened, and mortals were grateful. The primitive Health Department conducted a minimum survey based on 100 situations (total population under 25 years), and thus considered that 75% of the interviewed consumed the act. Cases of pregnancy only occurred in 5 opportunities out of this total, and in these cases the decision to procreate was taken. For Milne all that would not happen to him. 5 cases were not many, and he considered himself responsible. He didn't mind staying a virgin, he had other things to think about. He helped his parents with their family business, went to classes like everyone else. He spent the day reading, memorizing, repeating what he saw, and enjoyed walking along the coast, putting his feet in the sand and rolling down the slope. Immersing himself until the bottom terrified him, and with the help of his friends he could barely get away from 10 meters from the beach. This place was like another community center, always finding familiar faces, and there was nothing more than smiles. A week later, the moment that would change his thinking would arrive. They celebrated their 18th birthday at the center, and he felt loved. He thanked, some tears came out, and he called for a big party. Being of age suited him well, but his youth was starting to decline. He promised to make the most of it until he was 25, and do everything anyone else would do in their moment. A surprise arrived almost like a whirlwind two days after that party. He was tidying up his room, and a cloud loaded with foamy dust suddenly appeared. He grabbed his heart from shock, and remembered that his parents were in the business. The cloud disappeared, and the foam dissipated slowly. Behind it was a girl he didn't know. He tried to hide his surprise, as his eyes were wandering everywhere. Milne: - Who are you? Marla: - I'll tell you. You don't know me because you haven't seen me. The explanation of my arrival is strange. I calibrated the energy to land in a place with another type of current. In short, everything is different where I come from. Milne: - And then, who are you and where do you come from? Marla: - I come from paradise, from heaven. The ideal place, although this beautiful island isn't bad. (serene) Milne: - Oh no, they're at it again coming down! It can't be. I think it's been years since they came down. Why are they coming down? This is supernatural. (excitedly)
Marla: - You call that supernatural? You're too young to remember when the gods spent much more time on Earth than in heaven. Some matters derived from having their requests resolved from there. But we haven't abandoned them.
Milne: - I know you're telling me the truth. They could have prevented July rains since I've had reason.
Marla: - People still believe in us, but it's not like it used to be. We did it because we created them in our image and likeness, and because we want human life never to end.
Milne: - Aren't you just a common girl?
Marla: - As power, I can be. But I'm up there. I'm a deity, like many thousands of others who are there.
Milne: - Why do you come down?
Marla: - I need to talk to you about something important. There's a tradition we've imposed. I don't know if you know...
Milne: - I don't understand.
Marla: - It has to do with life... doesn't it sound familiar?
Milne: - I'm helping my parents at their work. So, I have a job. Do you mean the labor one?
Marla: - No. I think they haven't told you.
Milne: - What?
Marla: - Well... It's a bit hard to explain, but... I'll say it. The Health Department people said there were babies born. They say they're blessed two months ago, but that not the whole population of teenagers lost their virginity. There's a 25% that didn't.
Milne: - I read about that and talked with my classmates at school. It must be preliminary or maybe they're not ready yet. These are the first data in history...
Marla: - Is something happening to you? Your dimples are red. Are you okay?
Milne: - Very well, always am. (more nervous but trying to convey that he's not)
Marla: - The interviews weren't anonymous.
Milne: - I know.
Marla: - And that 25% is of those who refused to answer. You haven't responded to the survey. (angrily)
Milne: - I didn't do it, because it doesn't interest me and nothing to know who lost it and who didn't. Why should one lose it? One keeps being a person after all. (red)
Marla: - Nobody doubts the condition of person, but you're talking about sex with desperation. Do you fear, really?
Milne: - No, but I don't want to have it. Besides, I don't know why I'm talking these things to you. I don't even know you. I only know that you come from above.
Marla: - You're afraid, too much. Have you ever fallen in love?
Milne: - Yes, but I never had a girlfriend. And I never wanted to do other things.
Marla: - You don't have to fall in love to feel desire. Returning to the issue of the condition of person you were just mentioning, all gods and humans differ by their actions, and between genders, by their genitals. We have genitals not only to expel our waste, but also to get pleasure.
Milne: - Don't talk about these things, please. They make me ashamed. (stunned)
Marla: - That's because you're afraid. You're afraid, you're afraid, you're afraid… (singing to load it up)
Milne: - Stop a bit, please. Don't torture me more. (with tearful eyes)
Marla: - What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of talking about it or doing it? Are you afraid of talking about it with a woman? (fixing her gaze on his eyes)
Milne: - You're bothering me, please, tell me why you came. (crying)
Marla: - Look at all the turns I had to take to get to the point. You don't have to run away crying about something normal in life. You're already grown up and should know about these things. Be specific, what are you afraid of?
Milne: - Everything. The fact that they're looking at me is the main one. That it won't turn out well, that it won't be as expected, and I'm doubly harmed because I never was with anyone. I fear nakedness. (agitated)
Marla: - Your own?
Milne: - Yes. (almost choking on tears)
Marla: - Please… We all saw each other, me, you. Your parents saw you when you were born, gave you baths, dressed you, and your family also saw you. Is nudity a sin? (challenging) Milne: - I don't know if I think it's good. (nervous, but slightly more calm) Marla: - We are this, and we need those clothes as protection. We can't hide. Do you prefer to go out and kill before accepting yourself as you are? Milne: - I would never kill, but I accept myself as I am. And I don't want anyone to see me, I'm afraid they'll laugh or my image will stay in their minds. (swollen face, and relaxed) Marla: - You must have fantasized about a naked woman at some point. It happens to everyone. You're not sure of yourself. (clear) Milne: - I prefer to end this conversation. Why are you asking me all these things? What does it matter to the gods how many virgins there are? Marla: - We believe that every person should have had at least one sexual relationship in their lifetime, and that the ideal moment would be between 16 and 19 years old. Working complicates and delays the sexual life of the population. Milne: - It can't be possible... (grabs his head) And what else? Marla: - What I have to tell you is that... (doubtful) There were times when the gods helped those who couldn't consummate the act to make it happen. Never stopped doing so. And since you're getting close to the age limit, it's an alarm situation. Milne: - But what are you saying? No... No... No... No... (shouts) Marla: - You'll feel better than now. Milne: - Are you serious? I won't do it, it's madness. (continues shouting) Marla: - Think about it. I'll be back in a couple of days. Try to come up with an answer. Goodbye. Milne takes off his clothes, gets into the bathtub, and starts crying. The water gradually soothes him, but the questioning eats away at his existence. He can't believe such a proposition, and after a while, he sits down to dinner. He didn't mention it to anyone, but made an indirect reference when asking his friends. They responded that they would accept, and their girlfriends also accepted, since the gods were very good-looking, strong, and attractive men. His mind was about to explode For the sake of doubt, and it took a month until Marla returned. He thought she wouldn't pursue him anymore, but when he least expected it, she appeared. His primary discomfort identifier activated: the pink dimples. With that sign, she understood that the negotiation would have to continue.
Marla: - Thank you for giving me more time to think. (almost threatening)
Milne: - I don't know if I should.
Marla: - What will you do? Will you accept or not?
Milne: - No. I won't accept because I'm not capable of facing a situation like this.
Marla: - It seems that even your friends can't convince you, huh?
Milne: - My friends? What are you talking about?
Marla: - They told you they would accept the proposal of a deity. Few people refuse, like you.
Milne: - Who told you that?
Marla: - Nobody. You hear everything and see everything from heaven. That's why we're in charge, and we have too much beauty.
Milne: - Why do you want me to say yes?
Marla: - So you can end your boring life, man. You need a joy every now and then.
Milne: - I'm happy, I have a family, friends, work, education, entertainment. I lack nothing, and that's for the middle class.
Marla: - But eroticism wants to enter your mind completely and you won't let it. Do you think living masturbating for the rest of your days will make you happy? You'll have pleasure, surely, but you'll miss making love with someone else, I won't deny it.
Milne: - Leave me alone. Why are you still spying on me?
Marla: - Because I'm right. I know you give yourself pleasure, and you can continue doing so, but you have to try other ways.
Milne: - I won't try anything.
Marla: - You won't last long. (with a spell makes his clothes disappear, leaving him naked)
Milne: - Where's my clothing? What have you done to me? (tries to cover his groin with his hands)
Marla: - For a moment, I'll suspend the blood circulation in your arms, so you won't feel them. You can't hide anything from me. I know the human body in all its forms. (takes it to the bed and puts it inside)
Milne: - Give me back my mobility, please I beg of you. Don't make me do this again. (desperate)
Marla: - I won't take it away from you for life. (gives it back) Now, pretend you don't have them. Put them behind your back.
Milne: - Fine. (resigned)
Marla: - I think I'll be evaluating you. Did you hear me?
Milne: - Yes, ma'am.
Marla: - You can be affectionate if you want. Without using your arms, come closer to me. (she sits on his abdomen as he kisses her without hesitation)
Milne: - It doesn't seem so bad.
Marla: - I told you. There's no mortal who hasn't wanted to try the body of a divinity. They don't resist our attraction. They desire us in silence.
Milne: - I think you're right.
With his arms functioning again after some hours, he hugged her and continued to surrender to her beauty. His hands were firm on her back, very soft, and he couldn't pull away. Maybe he had denied it so much that now he felt guilty for having complained so many times. The most he could do was stay and keep sharing the evening. He was a dependent of the skin of this beautiful goddess, and she didn't want to let him go either. All his fears became non-existent, and he swore eternal gratitude. He had been part of the 25% who ignored their happiness, but now his life had an additional seasoning. Marla's words were not wrong. She said she knows the human body in all its forms, and one of them is the mind, as important as the physical form.
It occurred a long time ago. In a past before ours, humans still coexisted with the existence of gods, whom they respected, adored, heard, and feared in other cases. Lives were built around daily work (hard, by the way) and limited education, but not because it was for the wealthy. This education was limited to certain geographical areas, where high, middle, and low classes studied for free. That education guaranteed a good culture (of what little there was) and they learned the concept of society, tolerance, and respect for others. The village was nestled by the sea coast, a beautiful but unstable landscape in winter, where the inhabitants' concern was the intensity of the rains. Those above always responded to requests, and every time this frequent phenomenon occurred, people gathered in the center to pray. When the cold and rotten sky were behind them, living here was a blessing. Youth was just as tranquil as others. They met at another meeting point besides institutes: the community center, where they held dances, dinners, and open classes extending the contents seen in their respective grades. Courtships emerged, and it didn't happen to the entire age range. A reduced portion claimed to have had a romantic relationship, despite it being brief. With this, there was also the need to inform about the risks of sexual relationships, since there was no protection, and it was likely that from those troubles, a new life would be born. The only thing that could prevent pregnancy was an extensive prayer, which, like others, was always answered by the supreme ones. They always listened, and mortals were grateful. The primitive Health Department conducted a minimum survey based on 100 situations (total population under 25 years), and thus considered that 75% of the interviewed consumed the act. Cases of pregnancy only occurred in 5 opportunities out of this total, and in these cases the decision to procreate was taken. For Milne all that would not happen to him. 5 cases were not many, and he considered himself responsible. He didn't mind staying a virgin, he had other things to think about. He helped his parents with their family business, went to classes like everyone else. He spent the day reading, memorizing, repeating what he saw, and enjoyed walking along the coast, putting his feet in the sand and rolling down the slope. Immersing himself until the bottom terrified him, and with the help of his friends he could barely get away from 10 meters from the beach. This place was like another community center, always finding familiar faces, and there was nothing more than smiles. A week later, the moment that would change his thinking would arrive. They celebrated their 18th birthday at the center, and he felt loved. He thanked, some tears came out, and he called for a big party. Being of age suited him well, but his youth was starting to decline. He promised to make the most of it until he was 25, and do everything anyone else would do in their moment. A surprise arrived almost like a whirlwind two days after that party. He was tidying up his room, and a cloud loaded with foamy dust suddenly appeared. He grabbed his heart from shock, and remembered that his parents were in the business. The cloud disappeared, and the foam dissipated slowly. Behind it was a girl he didn't know. He tried to hide his surprise, as his eyes were wandering everywhere. Milne: - Who are you? Marla: - I'll tell you. You don't know me because you haven't seen me. The explanation of my arrival is strange. I calibrated the energy to land in a place with another type of current. In short, everything is different where I come from. Milne: - And then, who are you and where do you come from? Marla: - I come from paradise, from heaven. The ideal place, although this beautiful island isn't bad. (serene) Milne: - Oh no, they're at it again coming down! It can't be. I think it's been years since they came down. Why are they coming down? This is supernatural. (excitedly)
Marla: - You call that supernatural? You're too young to remember when the gods spent much more time on Earth than in heaven. Some matters derived from having their requests resolved from there. But we haven't abandoned them.
Milne: - I know you're telling me the truth. They could have prevented July rains since I've had reason.
Marla: - People still believe in us, but it's not like it used to be. We did it because we created them in our image and likeness, and because we want human life never to end.
Milne: - Aren't you just a common girl?
Marla: - As power, I can be. But I'm up there. I'm a deity, like many thousands of others who are there.
Milne: - Why do you come down?
Marla: - I need to talk to you about something important. There's a tradition we've imposed. I don't know if you know...
Milne: - I don't understand.
Marla: - It has to do with life... doesn't it sound familiar?
Milne: - I'm helping my parents at their work. So, I have a job. Do you mean the labor one?
Marla: - No. I think they haven't told you.
Milne: - What?
Marla: - Well... It's a bit hard to explain, but... I'll say it. The Health Department people said there were babies born. They say they're blessed two months ago, but that not the whole population of teenagers lost their virginity. There's a 25% that didn't.
Milne: - I read about that and talked with my classmates at school. It must be preliminary or maybe they're not ready yet. These are the first data in history...
Marla: - Is something happening to you? Your dimples are red. Are you okay?
Milne: - Very well, always am. (more nervous but trying to convey that he's not)
Marla: - The interviews weren't anonymous.
Milne: - I know.
Marla: - And that 25% is of those who refused to answer. You haven't responded to the survey. (angrily)
Milne: - I didn't do it, because it doesn't interest me and nothing to know who lost it and who didn't. Why should one lose it? One keeps being a person after all. (red)
Marla: - Nobody doubts the condition of person, but you're talking about sex with desperation. Do you fear, really?
Milne: - No, but I don't want to have it. Besides, I don't know why I'm talking these things to you. I don't even know you. I only know that you come from above.
Marla: - You're afraid, too much. Have you ever fallen in love?
Milne: - Yes, but I never had a girlfriend. And I never wanted to do other things.
Marla: - You don't have to fall in love to feel desire. Returning to the issue of the condition of person you were just mentioning, all gods and humans differ by their actions, and between genders, by their genitals. We have genitals not only to expel our waste, but also to get pleasure.
Milne: - Don't talk about these things, please. They make me ashamed. (stunned)
Marla: - That's because you're afraid. You're afraid, you're afraid, you're afraid… (singing to load it up)
Milne: - Stop a bit, please. Don't torture me more. (with tearful eyes)
Marla: - What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of talking about it or doing it? Are you afraid of talking about it with a woman? (fixing her gaze on his eyes)
Milne: - You're bothering me, please, tell me why you came. (crying)
Marla: - Look at all the turns I had to take to get to the point. You don't have to run away crying about something normal in life. You're already grown up and should know about these things. Be specific, what are you afraid of?
Milne: - Everything. The fact that they're looking at me is the main one. That it won't turn out well, that it won't be as expected, and I'm doubly harmed because I never was with anyone. I fear nakedness. (agitated)
Marla: - Your own?
Milne: - Yes. (almost choking on tears)
Marla: - Please… We all saw each other, me, you. Your parents saw you when you were born, gave you baths, dressed you, and your family also saw you. Is nudity a sin? (challenging) Milne: - I don't know if I think it's good. (nervous, but slightly more calm) Marla: - We are this, and we need those clothes as protection. We can't hide. Do you prefer to go out and kill before accepting yourself as you are? Milne: - I would never kill, but I accept myself as I am. And I don't want anyone to see me, I'm afraid they'll laugh or my image will stay in their minds. (swollen face, and relaxed) Marla: - You must have fantasized about a naked woman at some point. It happens to everyone. You're not sure of yourself. (clear) Milne: - I prefer to end this conversation. Why are you asking me all these things? What does it matter to the gods how many virgins there are? Marla: - We believe that every person should have had at least one sexual relationship in their lifetime, and that the ideal moment would be between 16 and 19 years old. Working complicates and delays the sexual life of the population. Milne: - It can't be possible... (grabs his head) And what else? Marla: - What I have to tell you is that... (doubtful) There were times when the gods helped those who couldn't consummate the act to make it happen. Never stopped doing so. And since you're getting close to the age limit, it's an alarm situation. Milne: - But what are you saying? No... No... No... No... (shouts) Marla: - You'll feel better than now. Milne: - Are you serious? I won't do it, it's madness. (continues shouting) Marla: - Think about it. I'll be back in a couple of days. Try to come up with an answer. Goodbye. Milne takes off his clothes, gets into the bathtub, and starts crying. The water gradually soothes him, but the questioning eats away at his existence. He can't believe such a proposition, and after a while, he sits down to dinner. He didn't mention it to anyone, but made an indirect reference when asking his friends. They responded that they would accept, and their girlfriends also accepted, since the gods were very good-looking, strong, and attractive men. His mind was about to explode For the sake of doubt, and it took a month until Marla returned. He thought she wouldn't pursue him anymore, but when he least expected it, she appeared. His primary discomfort identifier activated: the pink dimples. With that sign, she understood that the negotiation would have to continue.
Marla: - Thank you for giving me more time to think. (almost threatening)
Milne: - I don't know if I should.
Marla: - What will you do? Will you accept or not?
Milne: - No. I won't accept because I'm not capable of facing a situation like this.
Marla: - It seems that even your friends can't convince you, huh?
Milne: - My friends? What are you talking about?
Marla: - They told you they would accept the proposal of a deity. Few people refuse, like you.
Milne: - Who told you that?
Marla: - Nobody. You hear everything and see everything from heaven. That's why we're in charge, and we have too much beauty.
Milne: - Why do you want me to say yes?
Marla: - So you can end your boring life, man. You need a joy every now and then.
Milne: - I'm happy, I have a family, friends, work, education, entertainment. I lack nothing, and that's for the middle class.
Marla: - But eroticism wants to enter your mind completely and you won't let it. Do you think living masturbating for the rest of your days will make you happy? You'll have pleasure, surely, but you'll miss making love with someone else, I won't deny it.
Milne: - Leave me alone. Why are you still spying on me?
Marla: - Because I'm right. I know you give yourself pleasure, and you can continue doing so, but you have to try other ways.
Milne: - I won't try anything.
Marla: - You won't last long. (with a spell makes his clothes disappear, leaving him naked)
Milne: - Where's my clothing? What have you done to me? (tries to cover his groin with his hands)
Marla: - For a moment, I'll suspend the blood circulation in your arms, so you won't feel them. You can't hide anything from me. I know the human body in all its forms. (takes it to the bed and puts it inside)
Milne: - Give me back my mobility, please I beg of you. Don't make me do this again. (desperate)
Marla: - I won't take it away from you for life. (gives it back) Now, pretend you don't have them. Put them behind your back.
Milne: - Fine. (resigned)
Marla: - I think I'll be evaluating you. Did you hear me?
Milne: - Yes, ma'am.
Marla: - You can be affectionate if you want. Without using your arms, come closer to me. (she sits on his abdomen as he kisses her without hesitation)
Milne: - It doesn't seem so bad.
Marla: - I told you. There's no mortal who hasn't wanted to try the body of a divinity. They don't resist our attraction. They desire us in silence.
Milne: - I think you're right.
With his arms functioning again after some hours, he hugged her and continued to surrender to her beauty. His hands were firm on her back, very soft, and he couldn't pull away. Maybe he had denied it so much that now he felt guilty for having complained so many times. The most he could do was stay and keep sharing the evening. He was a dependent of the skin of this beautiful goddess, and she didn't want to let him go either. All his fears became non-existent, and he swore eternal gratitude. He had been part of the 25% who ignored their happiness, but now his life had an additional seasoning. Marla's words were not wrong. She said she knows the human body in all its forms, and one of them is the mind, as important as the physical form.
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