Hands Tied

At first, my job was a pretty big thrill. Whenever I would tell people I was a scientist who specialized in conducting sexual experiments, their eyes would perk up and they’d want to hear all the details.

I didn’t blame them. The details could get pretty juicy. All those sexy, sweaty bodies clashing together really turned me on. I’d stand there, taking notes on my clipboard, pretending that I didn’t care about anything except the research, but deep down I’d be melting.

But after a while, all those bodies engaged in all kinds of sexual activity got a little boring. Sex research was just another job.

Thursday started out that way. I had spent my morning observing a man and woman having intercourse. He was a handsome man, tall frame with rippling muscles and a lean face. She was gorgeous, a petite redhead with a curvy ass and ample boobs that seemed to defy gravity. But I couldn’t have been more bored.

“Okay, you can begin now,” I said, fighting off a yawn. My attempt to log on to the computer to record my notes didn’t work out. For some reason, I couldn’t log on.

So I simply picked up my clipboard and took my notes there. I marked down the start time of their encounter and watched them go at it for nearly thirty minutes. When they were done, I wrote down the time they finished and took all the appropriate notes. “That concludes the experiment for today, folks. Thank you for participating.”

I shook the hands of both people, handed them their robes and escorted them to the lobby.

I returned to the experiment room and...

WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING. NO CLIFFHANGER. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.