A Sample of a future scene from Makoto's Harem.
Enjoy J
Key, 1-5-98

Well, I listen to people who comment, and this is a taste of 
the direction that I intend to turn this story.  No more 
gratuitous sex.  It's all going to be a little more 
lighthearted.

    Shayla moaned as she felt Makoto's passionate kisses.  
Finally, she was able to make significant headway into a 
better relationship with him.  Clutching him, perhaps 
worried that this was a dream, she struggled as best as she 
could, trying to shed off her clothing.

    Problem, pulling down the dress without unbuttoning it 
was the fatal mistake.  In a pinch, the fabric bunched up 
and pulled back with a tenacity that wasn't expected of an 
inanimate object.  Annoyed with this obstacle, she pulled 
away from Makoto for the moment to start tugging.

    Poor Makoto, his hormones were quite stimulated at this 
point, and unwilling to accept any delays to intense 
copulation, he grabbed Shayla's dress and tugged hard.  In 
theory, perhaps a misconception spawned by his watching a 
bit too many R-rated movies, the dress was to neatly rip 
apart, allowing easy, quick access to flesh.

    Makoto tugged hard, only to hear himself groan.  He was 
unable to tame the shirt that proved to be an 
insurmountable roadblock on the highway to momentary 
bliss.

    A big turn off.  Shayla breathed deeply to clear away the 
fog that lust had unleashed on her sensibilities, and 
straightening out her clothing, she reached behind and 
struggled to unhook the buttons.

    It turned out to be a minute of passionate waiting as 
Shayla's hands, trembling with anticipation, were simply 
not dexterous enough to manipulate the tiny buttons.  One 
by one, she worked downwards, and at moments last, she 
wiggled out of her dress, revealing all to him.  He too 
wasn't idle, and while Shayla tested her patience to the 
limit, he had undone his belt, pulled off his trousers, half 
unbuttoned, half torn his jacket and shirt off.

    They both smiled to each other, and without wasting 
time, resumed the heavy kissing and feeling.  He pushed 
against her, and she settled onto the table behind her.  With 
her long, nicely tanned legs, she entrapped him, her 
motions quite experienced despite the fact that this was her 
first time.  She leaned forwards against Makoto, allowing 
him to sample some more of her charms.

    The strange thing was that this perhaps was the first time 
that Makoto ever had sex, while not under the effects of Dr. 
Stalubaugh's mind contorting drugs, and quite frankly, he 
didn't know the exact thing to do.  But he did know one 
thing, sex on the bed was a more likely prospect then sex 
on the table.

    Unwilling to leave Shayla's arms, he grabbed her, and 
went through the motions of carrying her to the bed.  A 
mistake, as he lifted her, he placed his body and Shayla in 
such a weird position that he immediately fell backwards 
onto the floor with a loud thud.

Well, what do you think?