The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... every wall and floor was swabbed for samples. Almost all the sheets and the blanket off my bed were bagged for the lab. My cheek was swabbed for a DNA sample and I was fingerprinted then I was alone again—at last. I used the time to relax. I slept almost half the day every day until the following Saturday when I had an unexpected visitor. The doorbell rang just after ten that morning. I was surprised; we never had many visitors. I worked so many hours I preferred to spend my evenings and weekends relaxing and making love with my wife—the best stress reliever I’d ever known. Now I doubted I’d ever have a sexual relationship again. I opened the door. “Rita? What…?” “I thought you might need some company. I hope you don’t mind.” “No…c’mon in; care for some coffee?” “Thank you, but no, I try to limit myself to one cup a day otherwise I’m too wired and I have trouble sleeping.” She sat on the couch, her hands visible in her lap. “I thought you’d be spending your time with your fiancé.” I had noticed her ring was gone from her finger. “We broke up…no, actually I broke it off. I realized I’m in love with someone else.” She moved closer to me and looked up into my face, her intentions clear. “You mustn’t, Rita. I’m damaged goods. I’ll never be able to….” I broke down and cried. I couldn’t help myself. I bawled and bawled, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath. Rita pulled my head to her chest. I didn’t argue or fight as she held me, her fingers running through my short hair. “I’m ...

... pretty sure I know what they did to you, Martin.” It was the first time she had ever called me by my name. “You told us that they had damaged you, but there was no obvious impairment. That only left a few things and the most obvious was that they castrated you.” I reacted strongly, confirming her remarks. “I spoke to my brother-in-law yesterday. He’s a urologist. There’s a lot that can be done for you. I’m taking you to see him Wednesday afternoon at four. You need help and I’m going to do it for you. I cleared your calendar yesterday afternoon after I spoke to him.” Eventually, I stopped crying—wallowing in self-pity was never my thing. I moved back and looked down. Our eyes met and she pulled my head down to her. Our lips met; hers were plump and sweet, and oh so inviting especially after my months-long period of total abstinence. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, demanding that I respond. I felt more alive than I had since this whole mess began. I broke the kiss. “Thank you, Rita—that was lovely, but I don’t think we should get involved. I can’t offer you what a vibrant woman like you needs.” “I think you should wait until you see my brother-in-law. I think you’ll be surprised.” As if to emphasize her point she reached up and kissed me again. If anything it was more determined than our first effort. We kissed for more than an hour until my stomach began to growl. Rita laughed. “Is that some kind of message? If so I’ll allow you to take me to lunch.” She pulled me up ...