Gaming Erotica.
Roleplaying is sexy, that's for sure, so of course gaming can be quite erotic - whether one plays with the right person, or alone with the computer. Here for your reading pleasure are two excerpts from my story, Plunging Into The Pool, that take a walk on the erotic side of gaming.
A warning, however - if you're not a gamer, these passages may seem odd, at best. But if you are into games, get your geek freak on and enjoy! And if you'd like to read the whole story, just follow the link to my blog.
When I got to my desk, there really wasn’t a lot for me to do. It was a summer Friday, August 6 – sure to be a quiet day at work. Putting myself back in that place, that morning after dinner with John, puts me in a very happy place. I thought of one explanation that would account for all my mixed feelings – I really was attracted to him. I fell for him in high school and I had never stopped thinking about him.
That’s when an email from John appeared in my inbox.
I waited about a millisecond before opening it. I’ve saved it to this day; this is what it said:
“Hi Mark! It was really great seeing you last night. I had a fun time and was glad that we got to talk about so much. I’m so glad that I called you this time, I should have called you the last time I was in Charlotte. If you’re available next week, I’d really enjoy seeing more of the area with you
“In the meantime, I saw this on the internet this morning and thought you would get a kick out of it.”
(He attached an article about adults getting back into Dungeons & Dragons.)
“See you later,
“John.”
I thought for a moment how to respond. Of course I’d be thrilled to show him around town, but it did throw me a bit that he’d also referred back to high school, in a way. I decided the best course was, as I had up to this point, to act positively and stay focused. After all, just the fact that he was interested in some of the same things as me was exhilarating. And I still liked D&D and that whole genre of gaming.
Here’s the message I wrote back:
“Hey John! Thanks for writing. I really had a fantastic time last night, too. It
was so much fun to get out on the town and it felt really good to talk about a lot of things that, well obviously I haven’t had much of a chance to talk about. Thanks for listening!
“I would love to show you around Charlotte. There is so much more to this city than people usually think of. Think about what you would like to do - museums, a park? There is a really good bike trail that runs down to some bars and restaurants in The South End.
“Thanks for the article, too. I haven’t had any chance to play D&D after we did in high school, but I have very happy memories of that and have always thought about somehow ‘getting back in the game.’ I like to keep up on it vicariously. I even went on eBay and got all the old books, which I had foolishly thrown away (actually, I think I lost them). Hey, there’s something else I would be too embarrassed to talk about with anyone other than you!
“I’ll be busy this weekend, but I’m free starting next Monday. Let me know about your schedule.
– Mark”
Within a minute or so, I got this response:
“Mark - I got a chuckle when I read what you said about D&D. I’m happy to share one of your guilty pleasures. What class would your character be?”
Whoa.
This was an intense message for me. It hit me on so many levels. His talking about sharing a guilty pleasure would have been enough, but the last sentence really got me. I read it as referring to the whole roleplaying aspect of the game, which had taken on a much more sexual connotation for me over the years since high school. Last, and most important maybe, was the way he was subtly inviting me to role play with him. (At least, that’s how I read it.)
I tried to respond as simply and neutrally as possible: “John - I’d be one of the thief classes. Probably a Bard.”
I didn’t add, “Would you be the Dungeon Master?” That would have been way too much. Even in my addled state, I realized that.
He responded to me quickly. “That’s cool, you always did have a way with words.”
Ok, that’s a natural thing to say about a Bard, who can cast spells through his songs.
“Yep, I like that they have mystical powers, and acrobatic skills, in addition to thieving,” I wrote back to him.
He replied in less than a minute:
“Or is it that you just like to wear leather?”
I laughed out loud, and I could really feel the throbbing of the erection that had developed when I received his first message. I just tossed off my first response, trying not to think about it.
“Another plus! What would you be?”
“A Paladin.”
The response to this was too obvious. “A knight in shining armor!,” I wrote, still being careful not to say “My knight in shining armor!”
“Something like that,” he answered. So modest!
I knew where to take this. “But, I’m not so sure you could handle the lawful good part.”
“True, that could be a problem. Especially with you around to tempt me.”
Whoa.
Double whoa.
Just respond, don’t think about it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?! I’m chaotic good, not evil.”
“That’s what I meant. Your thieving skills, remember?”
“Oh, I see.” Maybe I was disappointed, but I still liked where this was going, so I added, “I always saw you as more of the Ranger type anyway. Moving silently through the woods and all that.”
“Plus, I would get to wear leather.”
Don’t think. “Like I said, another bonus! We would make a good team.”
We went on like that for about half an hour. We laid in wait in the forest for a passing carriage carrying rich nobles. I distracted them by offering to provide a song, while John circled behind to check out the treasure they carried. It was John who really got things going when he saw that the carriage conveyed the king’s two young princesses to a nearby castle. I added that they were off to be wed to the evil lord and his henchman.
Things were really getting good, with these two young princesses desperate to be …. saved, yeah, that’s it. Then he had to go to a meeting.
Sigh. Oh, well.
I headed straight to the men’s room to masturbate.
Undoing John’s leather armor was quite an enjoyable task.
* * * Later in the story - an evening home alone: * * *
I’ve always been a bit of a technology geek, so I have a computer hooked up to the big screen TV for games, web browsing and such, and I’ve been into computer games since I was a kid with my Atari 2600.
When I’m alone, however, I have the opportunity to enjoy a new aspect of computer roleplaying games which has blossomed as they have become more sophisticated – the sexual aspect. For example, I started by playing Resident Evil 5, which aside from being an exciting zombie shooter, features the exotic and alluring Sheva Alomar as your partner. The game is especially clever in using cut scenes of her facial expressions to motivate the player. Like, as you walk through a deserted street knowing that within moments you’ll be surrounded by a zombie hoard, she will give you a look that’s a perfect combination of fear, confidence that you’ll be able to protect her, and the slightest hint of anticipation of what’s to come. That look from her is all the motivation I need to zealously blast away at the zombies that would dare to threaten my beautiful partner.
After an hour or so with Sheva, I switched over to Dragon Age. It’s a very popular single player roleplaying game (i.e., not online like World of Warcraft) in a swords and fantasy setting, with rules similar to Dungeons and Dragons. What makes it special is the opportunity to actually “romance” the computer-controlled characters in the game, and it conveniently provides several options for you to pursue. Primarily, there is an interesting contrast between the innocent Leliana, who leaves a convent to join your quest, and the darker Morrigan, who is a witch of unspecified origins and very sexy in a bad-girl way. This being the 21st century, you are also free to pursue Zevran, a male elven rogue, who is, well, let’s just say “open-minded.” (If you play as a female character, you have a similar choice between a good-guy and a bad-boy, as well as Zevran. And Leliana, who might not be as innocent as she first appears, turns out to be equally open-minded.)
I’ll spare you the rest of the details, and just tell you that I had carefully saved a game at the point where I had fully romanced Leliana (I hope it doesn’t surprise you that I would choose her), but also had Zevran to the point where he was available to me. Thus, I could go directly from Leliana’s tent to Zevran’s, and back again, and neither of them seemed to mind! (Can you understand now why I like computer games?) I had also taken the steps that are called “hardening” Leliana – meaning that I had asked her about some events in her past that I won’t spoil for you – which makes her less shy about revealing her not-so-innocent side. Then, when you go to the brothel known as the Pearl and meet the pirate Isabella (really, I’m not making this up) in the presence of both Leliana and Zevran, you can all enjoy a foursome that also results in some of the funniest dialogue in the game!
By this time I had finished more than half the bottle of wine and was ready for the last step in my fantasy sexual adventure. Returning from the Pearl to camp, I went to Morrigan’s tent. In a plot twist that I find to be very sweet (minor spoiler alert here for those of you who might want to play the game, but I promise not to give too much away), it turns out that Morrigan has a secret soft side, just as Leliana has her hard side. Morrigan is susceptible to gifts that play to her vanity, and by giving them to her you hint that you think she’s beautiful. After that, if you ask questions about her past in just the right way, she’ll open up to you and invite you into her tent. It’s then possible for you to go from her tent, to Leliana’s, to Zevran’s and then back again. And when you head out on your next adventure, Morrigan will take pleasure in giving you a deep kiss, knowing that Leliana is present there to watch. But if you go too far with this, it’s interesting that Leliana never really objects (and Zevran sure doesn’t!), but it is Morrigan who calls you on your philandering ways and forces you to make a choice between her and “the girl,” as she calls Leliana.
No matter how many times I play through this scenario, my hand always hovers over the mouse for a moment, and I don’t know exactly who I want to choose. I’ve certainly never faced this choice IRL. Anyway, for whatever reason I always break things off with Morrigan and return to Leliana. Maybe it’s her sweet, French accent. In any case, though, I’m glad that if you do this right, Morrigan won’t have any hard feelings and will remain your friend.
Could that be why they call it a fantasy?
The few hours I spent with Sheva, Leliana, Morrigan and Zevran that night left me in the mood for more, and needing a release, so I surfed over to the Redtube web site to end my evening browsing through the endless supply of porn available there. I soon found one to my liking – a video which featured lots of long shots of a lovely young lady on her hands and knees, stretching and twisting her body in front of the muscular young man taking her from behind. And you can be sure that on this night, her name was Leliana.