W is for Weapons & Warfare
There are no weapons in Zebulon. There are regular kitchen knives, but there’s nothing else. Fighting isn’t encouraged in any way, and activities that appear like fighting have long been abandoned. There is no archery, and certainly no guns. The people who are responsible for keeping the peace (police) aren’t given anything like that. They are trained in hand to hand combat, but mostly in techniques to diffuse situations.
And those are their real weapons: community building, mental healthcare, medical healthcare, equality. There’s no need for weapons because there’s no need for conflict that can’t be resolved in another way.
Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Weapons and War aren’t really featured in this novel, so read on for a random excerpt from Chapter 20 in Exploration: An Erotic Novel.
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He started running the bathwater and stepped into the tub. He helped me in, and we sat down as the water poured in around us. It was loud enough that we didn’t try to talk over it. We just let the warmth surround us. We sat side by side, his arm around me, my head resting on his shoulder. I wondered about the irony if we just sat here talking all night instead of having sex. How much would it piss Nicole off? I almost giggled at the thought, but I knew I couldn’t share it with him with the cameras on, so I stifled it. He turned off the water, and the silence was deafening.
But I should have known it wasn’t a concern. We had formed a great connection in the half-hour we spent on the couch, but that whole time, we were sitting near each other, specifically not touching. Now that we were touching again, I could feel my body responding to him.
He leaned down and kissed my temple and then started to trail kisses along my jaw. I moaned with pleasure. He kissed my lips, but it was just a light kiss. We couldn’t get a deeper kiss from that angle, just as before.
I moved to straddle him, his cock already getting hard. I adjusted my hips so that he slid along my slit, but didn’t get inside me. Not yet. We kissed, and this one was not light. His tongue probed my mouth, one hand pressing my head firmly against his. His other wrapped around my waist, controlling my movements. My hands rested on his biceps. They were huge, and I loved feeling the hard muscle under his skin.
Without meaning to, my hips started to move, little adjustments at first, but then more rhythmic movements. His cock was starting to get dangerously close to entering me again. I wasn’t sure that I cared, but he released my head and put both hands on my hips so he could stop me.
“Not so fast, Mara,” he teased.
I pouted at him. “I want to feel your cock inside me,” I said. I wanted to whisper it. I wanted only him to hear it, but I knew that Nicole would likely make me repeat myself, so I made sure to raise my voice loud and clear.
“Soon, baby, soon,” he said. “But I won’t have sex with you until I get you off at least once.”
I whimpered. I remembered the power of the orgasm from earlier, and I wanted that again. I almost wasn’t sure my body could handle another one, or more! He said, ‘at least’!
Who is she with?
How many times will she cum before she gets sex?
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