love in earthquake season

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My remote home, set in the Central Sierras about midway between the capitals of California and Nevada, was shaken for much too long about 45 minutes ago. (Whoops, still aftershocks, like right NOW!) Supposedly magnitude 5.9 but is sure was nerve-wracking. Now suppose we (or you) had been screwing at that time. "I feel the Earth. Move. Under my bed..."

So, envisage tales detailing sex during seismic events. Think Fuck-u-shima!
 
The gifted architect who builds a makeout pad / earthquake shelter INSIDE the hydraulic dampner built into the top of her latest skyscraper chooses which of her talented, and I don't mean professionally talented, assistants she invites to "ride out the storm."

Pick the finalists according to your kinks.
 
The gifted architect who builds a makeout pad / earthquake shelter INSIDE the hydraulic dampner built into the top of her latest skyscraper chooses which of her talented, and I don't mean professionally talented, assistants she invites to "ride out the storm."

Pick the finalists according to your kinks.
the trick is to build the building so the structure does not shake, but the bed still does.
 
the trick is to build the building so the structure does not shake, but the bed still does.

That would be active dampening system, as opposed to passive (like just a deep swimming pool on top floor). Being active, it must be able to also simulate tremors.
 
That would be active dampening system, as opposed to passive (like just a deep swimming pool on top floor). Being active, it must be able to also simulate tremors.

Heck, I'm not an engineer and I could design that. The room is like a raft floating in a big deep pool with a waterbed (how 70's) in the center of the room and an arm from the outside attaches to an agitator in the waterbed. Voila!
 
My remote home, set in the Central Sierras about midway between the capitals of California and Nevada, was shaken for much too long about 45 minutes ago. (Whoops, still aftershocks, like right NOW!) Supposedly magnitude 5.9 but is sure was nerve-wracking. Now suppose we (or you) had been screwing at that time. "I feel the Earth. Move. Under my bed..."

So, envisage tales detailing sex during seismic events. Think Fuck-u-shima!

A couple has sex when the earthquake starts. They are scared and have to stop, but the excitement stays burning inside them. Driven by this excitement, they decide to look for another place to continue, despite all the chaos and panic in the city. Whenever they find a more or less suitable place and start again, an aftershock happens. This story could even be made something like an "orgasm denial story" - they always are near to an orgasm but never have the time to experience it.
 
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And to make the bed shake, you put a quarter in the coin box slot on the night stand.
 
I was right smack dab in the middle of the Northridge Quake in 1994, near the epicenter. Not at all an erotic experience. It's hard to think about sex when you think the building is going to collapse on you.
 
A couple has sex when the earthquake starts. They are scared and have to stop, but the excitement stays burning inside them. Driven by this excitement, they decide to look for another place to continue, despite all the chaos and panic in the city. Whenever they find a more or less suitable place and start again, an aftershock happens. This story could even be made something like an "orgasm denial story" - they always are near to an orgasm but never have the time to experience it.
Rather than running, they're more likely to keep at it until the building collapses on them, and beyond, with their spirits still juicily intertwined.

Chapter 5 of my A Tast of Incest - Honey mini-series features consequences of a major Southern California quake, with suburban survivors taking refuge at a classy home and engaging in group / incestuous sex games in the backyard pool. Quakes can drive us to fun, hey?
 
It's an earth goddess cult (It's California), when a tremor is about to hit they stick a dildo into the ground to feel her love.
The dumbest toys and masturbation plot.
 
It's an earth goddess cult (It's California), when a tremor is about to hit they stick a dildo into the ground to feel her love.
The dumbest toys and masturbation plot.
More cults were born in the US Midwest and East than in California but let's not worry about that now. A serious Earth-worship cult would work to INDUCE quakes. How to persuade the goddess to shake, rattle, and roll? SEX, of course! Mass fertility rites in seismic zones. All-encompassing fuck-ins atop Cajon Pass.

There's an old joke that the Chinese could destroy California by merely having all residents jump off ladders at a set time, bouncing the Pacific Ring of Fire and triggering the San Andreas fault. For a LIT story, all 1.5 billion in PRC fornicate, synchronized. I suppose that tale is categorized as Group Sex.
 
Rather than running, they're more likely to keep at it until the building collapses on them, and beyond, with their spirits still juicily intertwined

This is one of the ways of the story too. It will be adorable when the power of the earthquake do the same work as the sexual thrusts:
If the woman is on top, the tremors could be vertical and force the bodies to bounce up and down.
If the man is on top, the tremors could be horisontal and in one line with their bodies (the line head - feet). The moves of the nature shake the man's body in the same way as the sexual "in-out" moves of the penis in the vagina.

In both cases the couple is caught in the verge of the orgasm. They stop for a moment, torn between fear and arousal, and are hoping for a quick end of the natural event. The tremors intensify and shake their bodies. The people have a situation "fear and pleasure at the same time". Would it be too much if they have an orgasm in the same instant when the house collapses?
 
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In related seismic activity, a vendor offers "hot sex rides" in insulated boats down an active volcano's lava flow. Do the fuckers survive the trip?
 
It's an earth goddess cult (It's California), when a tremor is about to hit they stick a dildo into the ground to feel her love.
The dumbest toys and masturbation plot.

It could be changed in a more magical story

There is a volcano. On its slopes, there is a bulging form of hardened lava that resembles a giant female body. The main reason to call it woman is the crack in the place where the "legs" come together in the "torso". This figure is named "the volcano goddess" by the people. One day, tremors are shaking the ground several times a day. A group of men goes to beg the volcano goddess for mercy. They see an astonishing view - a hot wing is blowing through the crack. The edges of the crack are painted in red from the matter in the wind, and a reddish bulge has formed in its upper edge. "The goddess is in heat," said the people. "How could we satisfy her?" One of the men say that his wife likes to be touched on the same bulge between her legs. He climbs on the goddess's belly and starts rubbing with both hands the bulging red thing. The ground starts shaking with a light but constant tremor. After a while, several stronger tremors shake the ground and a strong outburst of the air comes out of the crack. The man is scorched and dies. Other men realize that all of the volcanic activity stops and on top of that, the red layers on the goddess`s "vagina" has fallen off and it looks normal again.
 
In related seismic activity, a vendor offers "hot sex rides" in insulated boats down an active volcano's lava flow. Do the fuckers survive the trip?

I hope they aren't rubber boats.
 
I hope they aren't rubber boats.
With ass-best-os banned, what else is left? Beryllium nanotube structures? Hey, we're LIT authors -- make something up, like they do on Faux Newz, but sexier.
 
With ass-best-os banned, what else is left? Beryllium nanotube structures? Hey, we're LIT authors -- make something up, like they do on Faux Newz, but sexier.

no frosty blondes need apply then?
 
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