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The President and CEO of Transmicro,Inc., Dr. Randolph, Phd., is pleased to announce the introduction of its latest erotic enhancement product. Transmicro under the leadership of Dr. Randolph has been involved in the design and production of erotic enhancement devices for many years. Dedicated researchers have worked feverishly to produce the most desirable and easy to use erotic products known to man.
Under the inspired leadership of Dr. Randolph, Transmicro has produced the ultimate erotic device. It incorporates the latest nannotechnology into an easy to use device that any male or transsexual can use. The only requirement is the possession of a prostate gland. Briefly, the device consists of a semi flexible shaft eight inches long made of smooth material developed to simulate the human penis. Inside the shaft is a complex of sophisticated electronic nanotechnology partially derived from space, military and Ipod applications.
What is the name of this amazing device? During testing with human subjects it became apparent that an appropriate name for the device would be "Woweee" as this was the first comment made by most subjects after using the device. Other subjects that did not yell out Woweee had either fainted or were incoherent.
How does the Woweee function? First the Woweee is gently but fully inserted into the anal passage leaving the battery access, usb port and the antenna outside the anal opening. The Woweee is activated by a compact handy unit that communicates with the Woweee wirelessly. There are several buttons on the handy. The green button is the turn-on button. This button sends a signal to the Woweee to activate it's circuits and get it warmed up. There are four additional buttons labeled: I for the prostate activation, C for activating the testicles, U for activating the cock and last but not least the M button for activating pussey nerves hidden in the tip if the penis. The main button on the handy is the red button. This button activates all four areas at once. It is not advised to push this button until the user is thoroughly familiar with the operation and power of the Wowee.
It is strongly advised that the novice user read the detailed instructions in the operating manual carefully before trying out the Woweee. Any of the ICUM buttons will produce an orgasm since the signals are integrated. It is up the user how to start the desired orgasmic process.
Note: Using the Woweee at work may be problematic. If other people in the office have a Woweee inserted and you activate yours, the other Wowee's will activate. Pushing any of the orgasmic buttons would cause substantial disruption in the office resulting in the supervisor looking into what is going on.
Technical details regarding the operation of the Woweee are available at www. Transmicro.Inc.com.

[randolph]

Testimonial
Dear Dr. Randolph,
I purchased my Woweee at a local porn shop with cash. I didn't want my wife to know about it. I wasn't able to check it out until yesterday when my wife went shopping. I took it out of the box and inserted the batteries according to the instructions. I noticed the warning about the red button. I must say it looks very nice and accurately duplicates the male appendage in every way and its sooo big! I finally got it fully inserted with plenty of the special lubricant as per the instructions.
As I was lying on the bed reading the instructions and holding the "Handy" controller, I suddenly sneezed and accidentally squeezed the red button. Well, what happened next was something else. My cock flew to attention and the sex surge felt like a tsunami was rising in me traveling up my spine and filling my head with a throbbing protracted orgasm. I was shaking all over as I shot cum all over the bed. That was the last I remember as I fainted dead away. The next thing I heard was my wife calling my name and saying, "my god what the hell have you been doing?"
It took a few moments for me to pull myself together. Then my wife said "what is that sticking out of your ass, it looks like the tail of a mouse? "No, no, I said, "That's the antenna". My wife stood up straight, put her hands on her hips and said, "OK, so have been having sex with a radio?" "Well not exactly" I said, "It's a Woweee" My wife looked at me with disbelief and said, "So it's a Woweee, is it, I think I will take it out of there and beat you over the head with it and give you a good owwee". "Wait, please let me explain" I said, "It's a great device for producing the most amazing organisms you could ever imagine." "Oh really" she said, "take it out of there, I want to try it". I gave it to her and told her how to use it and warned her about the red button. She started pushing the ICUM buttons in the beginner sequence and immediately became very excited. "Wow, this is great" she said, "This is better than your cock ever was". I then remembered that the Woweee only works if there is a prostate gland. I said to her, "I forgot to tell you that the Woweee only works when there is a prostate gland". She gave me a strange look, turned off the Woweee and took my hand and looked into my eyes and said, "I have kept it from you all these years but I had transsexual surgery before we were married I used to be a guy." I almost fainted again and then said, "Well my dear cute gurly shall we share this Woweee or shall I get you your own personal Woweee so we can have a Woweee party?" "Be sure to get plenty of batteries" she said.
Thanks,
Rodney and Darla

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Thank you to all those who responded positively to my earlier story. I like to write stories that are both romantic and sexy. I look forward to your comments on my newest one. Sorry that it has to be in multiple posts, but there is a space limitation on the forum.

A Surprise Gift (part 1)

I don't know which surprised me more: to receive a birthday card from an old friend I hadn't heard from in several years, or to have it include any sort of gift. The card was relatively non-descript, with a simple drawing of a birthday cake on the front and a pre-printed message inside that said, "Happy Birthday!" It was signed "Em," my friend's old nickname (he hated "Emmett," the family name he had been given, and his middle name was loathed even more). There was a tinier envelope inside that read, "Do not open until your actual birthday, and enjoy."

Em and I had been close in junior high, two smart kids in a school where brains were held in pretty low esteem by students and teachers alike. We were a challenge in class, and teachers were glad to send us to the library to do "independent study." We'd find a quiet corner where we could whisper without disturbing anyone, and set out together on great explorations of books. We would swap what we were reading and have epic (quiet) discussions about art, music and ideas. On occasion, we would reserve the small room with the stereo and listen together to all kinds of music: jazz, classical, strange sounds from around the world, and so on.

This went on for a while, and then, as our third year of high school began, something terrible happened. Em's mother died after a three-day bout with some sort of viral infection. Em's father started to drink heavily and became verbally abusive. After a few months, beaten down, Em decided to drop out of school and leave town. I couldn't convince him to stay.

Em moved clear across the country to live with an older cousin in California. His occasional letters were cryptic tales of great adventures and explorations. He would phone twice a year and we would talk for an hour or so. This pattern continued all the way through my high school years and through my four years of college, and then we lost touch.

I started work in our old hometown, and found it difficult to make friends. I never went on dates. I would read, go to museums, take in concerts, films, and plays, but almost always on my own. When I did think about asking a girl out, I would get nervous and convince myself that she wasn't right for me. I really missed Em. Until that card arrived for my twenty-eighth birthday.

When the day came, I jumped out of bed and rushed to open the small envelope. In it was a card that read: "Admit One. Life drawing class. Try it and see if you'd like to sign up for the entire course." The back had a list of supplies to bring and an address in the part of town where there were several art galleries.

Hooray for Em, remembering that when we used to look at art books together I had said again and again that I wished I had some basic drawing skills. This promised to be a great birthday present. That evening, I rushed home from work, changed quickly, and headed out to "cash in" my gift.

At the gallery, I showed the young guard my card and he ushered me through a door into a small, well-lit room in the back. I was the only one in the room. There was one stool and easel, and a small stage with a smaller stool. A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Em. This was completely unexpected. I rose quickly and grabbed Em for a hug. I hadn't seen my good friend in so long. Em smiled and said, "We'll have time to catch up later. I'm here to instruct you, and there isn't much time. Let's find out if you want to take the entire class."

"You've become an art instructor?" I asked. Okay, I have the charcoals and pastels I was told to buy."

"Good," Em responded, and he went and pressed a button on the wall next to the door.

A moment later, a woman came through the door. She was dressed in a long robe. She smiled a very pretty smile at me and went onto the small stage, sitting on the stool motionless. I said hello, but Em told me to remain silent, and she put a long finger to her lips to tell me to remain quiet, too.

Em said, "You will follow my instructions. We have to find out whether this sort of class is right for you."

I nodded my assent.

"This is Laura," Em said, "and she is going to be your personal model for tonight's class. I'm going to help guide you through the process of capturing Laura's very essence. If you succeed, you'll be right for more classes. If not ... well, we'll just have to see."

Again, I nodded.

"This is not a nude drawing class, though," Em continued. "There are many different types of essences to capture in a model, and for tonight you will try to capture Laura's essence with her dressed. Okay?"

I shook my head in agreement.

Em turned to Laura and nodded. She stood up straight and looked right at me. Her robe covered her from neck to feet. Em told me to draw what I saw, using the charcoal.

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A Surprise Gift (part 2)

I struggled to capture her form on the first sheet of paper in my large pad on the easel. Em would point and suggest and even take my hand and move it along the paper to help me. After what seemed like only a few minutes, I had a decent representation of Laura's shape, if not her face. Em told me I had done well enough to move on, and then went to Laura on stage, pushed back her long red hair, and whispered something into her ear.

Laura turned around. Her back now to me, she dropped the robe, kicking it to one side. She was fully dressed underneath the robe, quite exquisitely. She unbuttoned her jacket, let it drop off her shoulders and onto the stool, and then slowly turned around. She had a satiny top of deep red, with buttons from the bottom to the top of her neck and lace around the ends of the short sleeves and bottom. She wore a short, black skirt that clinged to her obvious curves. She looked stunning. I started to speak, wanting to tell Em that she was almost too gorgeous to draw, and that I didn't think I would be able to concentrated, but he anticipated that I would break the silence and told me not to. Laura, too, shushed me, again bringing her finger to her lips.

I took a long look at the beautiful Laura, standing on that stage before me. Her shapely legs were covered with silky black stockings. I could not see the tops, which were just above the bottom of her skirt. As she bent to smooth her stockings, I caught a glimpse of garters. I was mesmerized by her look: the black heels, the contrast of her creamy white arms against the black stockings as she smoothed them over.

"Do you think you could capture Laura dressed like this, with your charcoals?" Em asked. "Or would you like to use some pastels, too?"

I picked up a charcoal and began to draw. I worked quickly, and then highlighted her attire in my drawing with the red pastels. Something about Laura was inspiring me to work quickly and was bringing out a talent I had never thought I possessed. After a few more minutes, Em declared again that I had succeeded enough to move on.

I was finding it difficult to concentrate on drawing. Laura was so beautiful, so sexy, so alluring. I wanted to see what was under her outfit, but Em had said that there would be no nudes. So, I forced myself to concentrate on being the best student I could be.

"Let's move on to the next drawing level," Em said. "Is that okay with you? Are you ready?"

Again I nodded, and Laura immediately unbuttoned her blouse, starting at the top. Slowly, it fell open, hanging off her creamy shoulders to reveal a purple lace bra. Em pointed to her and she sat on the stool, arched her back slightly, and pushed her breasts forward. I let out an audible gasp, and Laura smiled. Em motioned quickly to my pad and I began to draw.

Working at what seemed like a feverish pace, I tried to captured Laura from waist to the top of her head, this time concentrating on her face - I had noticed that her eyes were a luscious green - and the curve of her breasts as they seemed to strain to get out of her bra. As I looked at her, our eyes met and hers visibly smiled. I lingered, looking into them, but then broke my gaze to take in the rest of her. My eyes traveled up and down her body, drinking in the swell of her breasts, where the nipples were barely covered by the lace of her bra. I spent a moment on her stomach, and tried to imagine the curve of her hips beneath the skirt she still wore. As she sat on the bench and crossed her legs, I was becoming intoxicated by her silky stockings and those heels.

Turning back to the easel, I drew again. Em offered words of encouragement, and I continued to fill in the drawing. I was becoming quite good at this.

Suddenly, as I stood there working, Laura moved one hand to cover her breast, encased in that beautiful purple lace. My knees went weak. It looked as if she was trying to harden the nipple that was beneath the fabric. I turned to Em to say that I didn't think I could continue to draw, but Em only smiled, pointed at the paper, and made a circular motion with his hand as if to admonish me to go on.

As I got closer to completing this particular drawing, I noticed that Laura seemed to be squirming just a bit on the stool. She held her pose, now with a tautening nipple obviously between her fingertips, but she was not sitting completely still. Her other hand kept falling down and smoothing out her skirt just below her waist.

I finished the drawing and showed Em, who flipped to the next page in my pad and again went to Laura on the small stage. He whispered in her ear, and she whispered back. I could not make out a single word, but they seemed not to be in full accord. She shook her head, but smiled, and he put his hand on her shoulder and said something that must have been reassuring. At least that is what her body language suggested. Walking back to the easel, Em smiled at me.

"This will be the last drawing for tonight," he said. "Let's see if we can achieve perfection."

With those words, Laura stood up and seductively pulled down her skirt. She stood facing me for a moment, and then did a little pirouette. Her long, red hair followed her as she turned. She had on panties that matched her bra, and now I could see that the garters holding up her stockings matched as well. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I was unsure I would be able to concentrate on my drawing, especially when she stared right at me with her green eyes and slowly licked her lips, which were red and ripe.

Em pointed at the stool and Laura went to it, putting her hands on the seat and positioning herself with her back arched slightly and her long, stocking-clad legs slightly apart.

"This is a difficult pose to capture," Em said. "You need to let yourself go. Melt into what you're seeing, and if your thoughts are as fluid as Laura's pose, you will be able to do it."

I began and was shocked at how quickly I drew. Within a few minutes, I had a fully realized drawing of the beautiful Laura on my easel. Em nodded his approval.

"Well," he asked, "would you like to continue with the course?"

I nodded.

"It's okay to speak now," Em said.

"Yes, absolutely," I answered. "When? Tomorrow? How soon? I'd like to continue right away."

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A Surprise Gift (part 3)

"Calm down," said Em. "I'll be here for a while. We can figure it out over the next few days." Then he turned to Laura, who was putting her clothes back on.

"Would you like to see the drawings?" he asked.

Laura quickly came to the easel, standing right next to me. She smelled of fresh-cut flowers. Her hair touched my arm, and I felt a tingle. She started with the first drawing and looked at each one in succession, with her smile growing wider and wider. Finally, she put a soft hand on my face and said, "I think you have done very well."

I tried to hide the shudder that went through my body from her touch. I don't know how well I did, because she seemed to notice.

After a long silence, we all began to speak at the same time. I said something about not having seen Em for a long time, and wondering whether we could go get a drink, and whether Laura could come. Em said something about another engagement and that he would see me tomorrow. Laura asked if someone could give her a lift. We laughed, and Em spoke first.

"I'll have to see you tomorrow, but you should give Laura a ride," he said. "Laura, I can vouch for him. You'll be fine."

I think I might have let out another slightly audible gasp. Laura smiled. I gathered my charcoals, pastels, and pad, and the three of us left the gallery together and went out to the street. Em said his goodbyes, assured me I would hear from him soon, and got into his car, which was parked in front of the building. I told Laura that mine was down the block and offered her my arm. She took it.

We walked to my car, saying nothing. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and was glad for the silence, because I imagined that my voice would probably crack if I tried to say anything. When we reached my car, I opened the passenger-side door and let Laura in. As she sat, I got a very good look at her stocking-clad legs and felt faint.

Rushing around to the other side, I got in the car, started it up, and spoke. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"How about that drink?" was Laura's reply.

I replied with a combination of emotions - elation and nervousness - that surely came through in my voice. "Do you have a favorite place?"

"No," said Laura, smiling, "Let's go wherever you'd like, as long as it's comfortable and not too stuffy."

I knew just the place. We drove for about five minutes, and I tried desperately to make small talk. I asked her about herself, and got what I later realized were rather cryptic answers. At the moment, though, the simple fact that she was talking to me made it seem as if she was opening her entire life up. We arrived at the bar and entered. It was not too crowded. Laura suggested an empty booth in the corner. I noticed that, as we walked over, every head turned to take a look at Laura. She was stunning, and noticed by men and women alike.

The waitress came over and I asked Laura what she'd like. She ordered a martini, and since I was too focused on other things to think about it, I said I'd have the same. The drinks came quickly, and we sat and talked and laughed. With each passing minute, I felt more and more comfortable. We each had two martinis and then she whispered, "I am really enjoying your company. Would you like to continue this somewhere more private?"

I stammered, "Sure."

"Do you live far from here?" she asked.

With that, I pulled out my wallet, left probably way too much money on the table, and grabbed her jacket from the seat. Standing up, I held it open so she could put it on. She backed into it and very lightly touched herself to me. I was mortified, hoping that she didn't feel that I had become aroused.

We went to the car, and I drove to my apartment building. She talked the whole way, but I don't remember a word she said. I do remember that she punctuated everything with a touch of my shoulder or my leg.

When we reached my building, I parked and took her upstairs, carrying my art supplies. We entered, I put down the pad and charcoals and pastels, and I turned on the light. She asked if there was one less bright that I could turn on. I did, and she moved to my couch. Laura motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Em told me you were a good guy," she said. "I saw how you looked at me when you were drawing. And those drawings are me. Are you sure you never drew before?"

"I guess I've tried before," I told her, "But if didn't admit that you inspired me to reach a new level, I would be lying."

She smiled and suddenly kissed me full on the lips. I was taken by complete surprise. She forced open my mouth with her tongue, and we probed each other. I became very hard and even a bit uncomfortable. She smelled so wonderful. I was almost afraid to do anything more, but she reached for my arms and pulled them around her. I felt her draw into me.

Breaking our kiss, Laura took off her jacket and threw it on a chair next to the couch. "You are a good guy, aren't you?" she asked.

It seemed as if something was wrong, so I wondered aloud.

"Em knows I'm special," she answered. "That's why he promised me only someone who would treat me right would be drawing me. I never posed before tonight."

"Laura," I said in a whisper, "You are beautiful. I cannot imagine treating you in any way but right."

She began to unbutton her blouse. "I felt you in the bar, you know," she said, with a bit of wickedness in her voice. Letting the blouse fall to the floor, she began to pull down her skirt. I was in a near state of shock, not only that this was happening but also how fast. I began to undress myself, opening my shirt first and starting to pull down the zipper of my pants. I realized I needed to get my sandals off, so I quickly unstrapped them and threw them to the side. Laura laughed, and then she stood before me in all of her loveliness, with her purple bra and panties, black silk stockings and garters, and high heels. She kicked off the heels and tossed her head to the side, creating a flash of red in the muted light. I thought I would explode.

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A Surprise Gift (part 4; final part)

Laura sat down next to me, with my chest bare and only my boxers on. She took one of my hands and put it on her breast. I captured the nipple between my fingers, through the purple fabric, and slowly caressed it while it grew larger. Her eyes looked right into mine. I reached up to her shoulder and pulled down the strap of her bra, and then brought my lips to her now-erect nipple and kissed it gently, leaving it wet. I went back to kneading it with my fingers while my other hand pulled down the other bra strap. Another nipple presented itself to me, and I kissed it, too, lingering longer to suck gently and make it very erect.

Suddenly, I had an urge to capture this in a drawing. I took my mouth from her breast and whispered in Laura's ear. "Do you think it's crazy," I asked, "that I want to draw you like this, right now?"

Laura told me to work quickly. I ran to get the supplies and sat back down next to her, opening the pad and with only a few quick strokes producing a picture of her beautiful breasts, with ripe, erect nipples glistening. It seemed almost impossible to do with charcoals and pastels, but there it was. She smiled and kissed me and pulled me back to her breasts.

As I continued to suck the nipples and caress the curves of her stunning breasts, I reached down and removed the bra from around her waist, where it had fallen. I pressed her closer to me and then began to move one hand down her side, using my fingertips to trace a seductive path down to the top of her panties. I became even harder, and I imagined that if she were as aroused as me she would be quite wet in those panties. As I got closer to her panties, I felt her tremble. I trembled, too, and I replaced my fingertips with my lips and kissed her from her breasts down her side and just to her hips. I wanted what was in those panties.

Suddenly, Laura pulled my face away from her body and kissed me again. "I'll let you in," she whispered into my ear.

Laura stood up with a fire burning in her eyes. She turned around and bent down slowly, putting her lace-panty-clad, rounded derrière nearly into my face. She began to pull them down, over the black silk stockings, but never opening her legs. The creamy skin of her backside was driving me crazy. When the panties were at her knees she looked back at me and told me to draw, again.

I grabbed the pad and quickly rendered Laura's exquisite ass in charcoals and pastels. When I was done, I asked her if she would look. She quickly pulled the panties up and sat down next to me. My drawing met with her approval, and she kissed me deeply.

"Laura," I said, with a great deal of trepidation, "I need to see all of you. Let me draw every bit of you."

She stuck her tongue in my ear and rubbed her hand over the hardness in my boxers. Again, I thought I would explode. Then she told me to undress her fully.

Again, I began at her breasts. I used my fingers and my mouth to bring them to full arousal. I kissed her front and back, working my way again down to her panties. Her skin felt as if it was on fire ... or perhaps it was my tongue. When I reached the top of her panties once more, I slid my tongue into them, just at the edge. Laura's breathing changed, and she squirmed a little. I turned her around and got on my knees with her on the couch, and continued to kiss her, finding my way to her rear. I bit the edge of her panties and pulled them down with my teeth, until they were just below the soft, inviting crevice. She moaned a bit, and I got harder.

Did I mention that it had been a very long time since I had been with anyone? I began to worry that I might not last. Laura must have sensed this, because she whispered to me that she wanted this and that everything would be fine.

I kissed her behind and gently nuzzled my lips and nose into her crevice. She smelled like an intoxicating mix of flowers and musk, romance and sex. With my tongue, I softly probed her crevice and began to push her legs apart. She moaned softly. I turned her back over and quickly moved up to her mouth to kiss her. I reached down between her legs to feel her wetness.

Laura was wet. I felt a slippery, sticky wetness at the end of a hard ... cock! My hand closed around it.

"Em told me you were a good guy," Laura whispered the same words as before. "I saw how you looked at me when you were drawing," she repeated. "Will you draw me now?"

I smiled and moved my mouth to her cock to lick up the wetness. She shuddered again. I took my mouth from her delicious hardness for only a moment to ask if it was okay to draw her later. Her response was to push my mouth back down on her.

For the next several hours, Laura and I went on an art excursion, together. What had been drawing before now became sculpture, as I molded her shape to mine and she molded hers to me. We sculpted our bodies together so that I could enter her. In one night, I went from being a first-time life drawing student to working in multiple media. We used oils. I hammered her form in rock. She posed me. I took every bit of her in, and she took me in.

In the early morning, after many hours of exploration and a few hours of sleep, she was in my arms in my bed, our cocks spent and sticky as we cuddled. She asked me if I would draw her later in the day. I said yes.

"I want you to draw me fully aroused," she insisted. "Promise you will get me there."

I promised.

We fell asleep again. Some hours later, I awoke suddenly when I heard a noise in my room. When I looked up I saw Em sitting in a chair in my bedroom. Laura was still sleeping. She looked absolutely lovely.

"How did you get in here," I asked Em.

He didn't answer. Instead, he asked me whether I had been the "good guy" he had promised Laura.

"You'll have to ask her," I answered.

"I brought her here for you," said Em. "Did you know that?"

"What?!" I replied.

Em told me the story. "We lived in the same building and became friends. Sometimes we would go to museums and concerts together, but there was nothing romantic between us. I always thought she was special, but I wasn't sure until one day she came home crying and knocked on my door. She told me that she had just gone on her first real date in several years, since she had moved back from overseas where she had lived for a couple of years. I guess it hadn't gone well. She was really upset."

"What happened," I asked.

"I don't really know for sure," Em replied. "All she would say is that he wasn't a 'good guy'. It was only a week before I was planning to move back here. We spent a lot of time together that week, and the night before I was planning to drive across the country she asked me if she could join me. On the way, we talked a lot, and I reminisced a lot about when I used to live here. It made me think about you, and I remembered some things that you might not remember."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, didn't she show you?" was his only reply.

Then Laura awoke, smiled, pulled the sheet over herself and got out of bed. She was not going to show herself to Em, but she walked over to Em and kissed him on the cheek.

"He is a good guy," Laura said. "I felt it."

I smiled.

"May I stay?" she asked.