fucking ghosts

(first appeared at razordildo.com on 7/31/2013)

His views on the fairer sex made him a bit of a dinosaur. Well, that and the armored plates that ran down his back. Luckily for him they weren’t visible.

He was strictly in the “survival of the fittest camp,” but this typically didn’t present many problems as the girls he typically ran into were firmly ensconced in the “take anyone with a heartbeat and a decent job” camp.

That was about to change due to his job.

He was the ugly physicist who became the sexual swan.

He was the guy who, while playing around with uncurling the dimensions curled up inside each other, found the hole that wasn’t there.

Or wasn’t there until he proved it was.

Although the paper he presented was a little short on sizzle it didn’t take long for the implications of the discovery to take root.

Females had another tiny hole between their vagina and anus. Not visible with our eyes or even with any technology that currently exists; it was there nonetheless. There in the fifth dimension.

Also in the fifth dimension was a tiny little penis tucked under the ball sack of males. And little armored spikes that run down the male spine.

It was all there in the math.

Give him a cocktail napkin, a pencil, and twenty minutes and he could show you.

Assuming, of course, you had a strong background in Bosonic string theory. For those who didn’t, they relied on the celebrity scientists to explain it all to them. The public couldn’t get enough.

Suddenly the ugly physicist was in play.

He went from speaking engagements to talk shows to putting his fifth dimensional penis to work on some of the hottest females on the planet. It became quite fashionable to have your fifth dimension cherry broken by the man who discovered it in the first place.

If you’re trying to imagine what went on during one of these sessions, let me congratulate you on your enthusiasm for the topic. Not an easy thing to dive into. Before you reach the conclusion that any pleasure derived from this rather odd intercourse was completely in the mind of the deluded partners let me remind you of a certain quantum principle wherein the act of watching matter can affect the observed reality. Or, in this case, recognizing the matter is there in the first place.

i.e. Believe that you have a tainthole/taint-gina/tunt and it shall be so.

In fact, reports began to circulate that sex with these new extra-dimensional organs was even better than with the standard 3-D equipment.

Lost in all of the enthusiasm for the quantum fucking fad was the question of why we had these extra holes and penes. Nobody much cared. There had yet to be a case of a girl getting knocked up and delivering a five dimensional baby, there were no quantum STDs, and clean-up was a breeze.

For a few years the physicist was a rock star. The taint was a rock star. Interest in math and science was off the charts.

So much so that eventually they found other holes and other appendages in higher dimensions, including a male hole and a corresponding female member in the nastiest of all dimensions … the thirteenth.

By the time the big brains started peeking into dimensions in the twenties, the human body was little more than Velcro. It was hard to find a square inch of the body that wouldn’t hook onto or into another person if they both believed enough. Old people smiled to themselves and said “that explains a lot.”

Interest in typical pornography disappeared. It was looked at the same way we think of hula hoops and Pet Rocks now. In fact, three dimensional sex itself was viewed as passé. Boring. Sticky. Smelly.

A chore endured only for procreation.

Birthrates plummeted.

In the third dimension anyway.

Before you go and feel sorry for all the newly created baby beings residing in higher dimensions, just know most of them stayed curled up in both parents and every other person in the universe.

Until someone with a napkin and a pencil decided to take a look anyway…