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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Logic.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 1.

[Added a author's credit for my additions.]

Much is not understood about our existence as furies to the outside world. The facts that we do understand about ourselves are few, but they are resolute. We have differing opinions and desires. We have bodies and tangible forms. We experience sensation. With this knowledge, comes the most important question: how do we like to fuck? 

I, Encyclopedia, will be conducting an experimental investigation in order to answer this question. The purpose of this data collection is to observe, categorize, and understand the sexual responses of the skills that take residence in Harrier Du Bois' brain. 

The inciting incident towards the formation of this question was a bout of spontaneous copulation between skills 3:4 (Electro-Chemistry) and 2:1 (Volition). [Very roundabout way of saying they fucked.] During this incident, traits were revealed about the aforementioned skills that did not align with our preconceived notions towards gender, preference, and ability. This piqued my curiosity.

What are the sexual desires and behaviors of skills? How are these desires and behaviors represented through our conceptualized physical forms and actions? To what extent are these differences in our personal preferences varied from Harry's?

My hypothesis is that though we are facets of Harry that retain aspects of his wants, fantasies, and needs, we also contain individual and unique properties in our personalities and physical makeup enough so that we may experience pleasure in ways differently than our host does. That we have the capacity to exist not only as the parts of a whole, but as individuals- while still not entirely divorced from our origins, with enough sexual variance to categorize us as having different sexualities, fetishes, and ways of enjoying sexual activity.

In order to resolve this idea, I will have intercourse with/observe the copulation habits of/perform interviews with every skill that consents to this experimentation. The nature of this study is to understand foreign sensation and explain the variability between our respective wants, as well as creating a sense of unity through shared (hopefully) mutually enjoyable activity. [Sure. Good enough reasoning.]

As the skill that personifies knowledge itself, I believe I am the most qualified to conduct such a study with accuracy and faith towards the scientific method and other research standards. Skill 1:1 (Logic) will be editing this entry, as to keep a single analyst's bias from polluting the results of this study. [Happy to help.]

No good researcher would perform an experiment on a subject that they would not do to themselves, so to begin our research, I conducted a single-subject study on the intricacies of performing self-pleasure. [You masturbated then wrote a dissertation on it.] The results of my findings will be the first instalment in this study, presented here.

NAME: Encyclopedia

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: He/him

EROGENOUS ZONES: Human-standard areas (mouth, neck, chest and nipples, genitals, glutes), book gutter

DURATION: 77 minutes from beginning until climax.

NOTES: Though I have engaged in self-gratification before, it is not something that I do frequently. I was surprised by my uncharacteristic zeal for the action before I began, likely because it was under the purpose of doing it for the study. Having that goal rather than one of self-pleasure was more motivating to me than the latter. 

I possess external genitalia in the form of a penis that, like all skills, can be mentally obscured from or brought into view (due to our existence as metaphysical creatures/many's choices to not wear clothing) The initial process of masturbation began as a semi-substandard performance, with saliva used as lubricant and a sufficient erection. No significant deviation in technique, (creating a channel for the phallus to slide through via a lubricated, closed fist) position (seated) or fantasy (Harry's own typical fantasties). [Maybe elaborate? Actually, never mind. No need to explain.]

Despite a slow start, I was still able to make significant progress. I have the pleasure of officially documenting the first recorded instance of a specialized erotic zone that varies from the typical human-standard ones. The space between the pages of my cranial tome (also known as a "book gutter") was discovered to be an erogenous zone. Tracing a finger down the seam is highly pleasurable, a stimulus that feels similar to making contact with genitalia. Drawing my hand through the crevice added significantly to my experience, as well as more subdued actions, such as teasing the pages. Continuing with my research was made far easier after this method was discovered.

With this added method, I continued until, after a little over an hour, I reached sexual climax. (The question of whether my and other skill's sperm serves the same function as actual, human sperm, remains to be seen. Unknown if this is an avenue I will pursue.)

Throughout the experience, I was surprised by my own reactions to the way I touched myself- in both involuntary physical responses as well as the voluntary choices I made. It has been documented that in the act of passion, individuals can be more likely to be made suggestible and attempt new things they have never previously tried, and this was an example of that in action. After the experience, skill 3:4 (Electro-Chemistry) informed me that he could hear me "moan like a 20 reál whore", even from where I had secluded myself away from others (likely a result of his unique personal attunement to pleasure and not a symptom of my own volume) [Incorrect. A few of us could also hear you. You started babbling incorrect facts when you got close.]

I found even the pursuit of knowledge and the understanding of what made my actions so erotic to be desirable and exciting. It seems that even knowing about the processes that were taking place enhanced my experience overall. The process of learning a new way to pleasure myself was just as, if not more, arousing than the act itself. The understanding of what synaptic responses I was having towards my motions, the comprehension and expertise I had over my own body, to know exactly when and where I had to stroke, knead, or grasp; [This is sounding less like an academic paper and more like a beach read.] it was the most attractive element of it all.  [So will your future research be getting you off as well?]  

I already feel as if I understand more about myself after this first study. A better result could not have been achieved. Because this was a single-subject test, I cannot yet conduct an interview. I look forward to further data collection.

[I'm mildly wary about the contents of this document and what you intend to do with it once it's finished. Just don't ask Harry to publish this or something. It's far from a thesis that will get you tenured.] (Thank you for your input. I'll keep that opinion and your edits in mind while conducting your portion of the study.)

Portrait of the author, Encyclopedia

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Logic.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 2.

ROUND 1

Subject 1: "Logic"

SUBJECT NAME: Logic

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: He/him

EROGENOUS ZONES: N/A

DURATION: 23 minutes

NOTES: For this study, I found it pertinent to begin my research with someone who I anticipated to be equal-minded about my pursuit of knowledge; or in the very least, one that was reciprocal to my more analytical methods of testing. Logic (heretofore referred to also as "subject") consented to my advance, and we wasted little time in beginning.

While Logic's physical makeup is constructed out of multiple simultaneously moving parts, they commonly coalesce into a single body, with the unused pieces remaining in a sort of stasis state, hovering around his new form. He is able to shift the construction of his body into slightly different builds, with the ability to lose or gain roughly 0.47 meters in height. Though theoretically maintaining the ability to shift into non-hominid structures, subject has stated to prefer remaining in a bipedal, masculine form.

There was minimal lead-up to the act of coitus itself; foreplay included only a few minutes of light touching and kissing. Subject's touch could be defined as "clinical". Little communication was required for Logic to understand the ins and outs of my body- with near supra-natural competence, he was able to locate and stimulate numerous pleasure points. Using one hand to stroke my chest from behind, he lightly grazed my book's crevice; I could tell that he was measuring my reactions carefully and adjusting his approach depending on how I responded.

It was the most observed I have ever felt. As if I were the one being studied. Under such scrutiny, one may have felt overwhelmed; I found it extremely pleasurable.

Using his thumb, subject pressed gently against the outer ridge of the pages, while teasing the inner crease in steady, repeating motions. This method was almost enough to bring me to orgasm by itself, simply through repeated stroking of my book gutter; but he withdrew and instead moved his focus to my erection. What followed was likely the most competent handjob I had ever received; it did not last long enough to have much significant data gathered on it, other than that it was sufficient, performed in such a way that it was made clear its only purpose was to induce climax. 

When I had concluded, subject denied my attempts to reciprocate the action. Instead, he simply coalesced roughly 5 unused parts into a phallus and brought himself to orgasm within under a minute through rigorous masturbation. Once he was done, he wiped his hands clean and asked:

L: When will we begin the interview?

E: What?

L: You said after we finished, you'd conduct an interview. Will we start that now?

E: I need to catch my breath first. Give me a few minutes.

L: Sure. Take your time.

After a brief period of recovery, I was ready to begin the interview proper.

L: Hello.

E: Hello. Ahem, interview with skill 1:1, subject name: Logic, for entry 2.-

L: Why are you using a tape recorder for this? Don't you have near-perfect recall?

E: I do. But I can't deny that I like the theatrics of this. Feels very official.

L: Sure.

E: Anyway. Interview will skill 1:1, subject name: Logic. Entry 2. We have just concluded our first session of field research for both this project as a whole, and as a pair. How do you feel?

L: Fine. Like I just came.

E: Post-coital tristesse (PCT) is also known as post-coital dysphoria (PCD), and colloquially known as "post-nut clarity". Typically held with a negative association- feelings of sadness, regret, or agitation after ejaculation. Is that how you feel?

L: No. More like neutral. Sex doesn't carry too much weight for me.

E: But you are good at it.

L: Thank you.

E: You seemed to know where many of my more unique erogenous zones were with little prompting.

L: To be fair, I did edit your previous entry. Less about deduction and more about just remembering what I read.

E: Right. Well. Still.

L: Still, as a skill who's purpose is to deduce and make connections towards understanding the unknown, I would have found those areas on my own anyway.

E: Your skills of deduction follow through into more intimate contexts?

L: Yes. It's just about observation, then picking up on what you observe and putting it into practice. Even then, things can just be easily inferred. I could tell you the pleasure spots of anyone in this head, if you wanted. Save you the trouble.

E: No. That takes all the fun out of learning.

L: Suit yourself.

E: How do you typically handle your own needs?

L: The same way you saw.

E: No other variations? No lead-up, stimulation of other areas?

L: No. What you see is what you get.

E: And you didn't want me to be the one to do it.

L: Nothing personal. I prefer to take care of things myself.

E: It was very... efficient.

L: Efficient is how I like it- I know no one will be able to do it the way I do. My overall efficiency seemed to work for you.

E: It did... but I have very little to write about in this particular entry. You learned more about me than I did about you.

L: Is that an issue?

E: This dissertation is about expanding the horizons of our pre-existing knowledge when it comes to our sexuality. Not exploring the full breadth of our capabilities and wants isn't experimentation, it's tedium.

L: You wanted data, and this is the data. Clear-cut and factual. I just prefer doing things efficiently.

E: So you've said, that's what you like to do with yourself... what about what you'd like to have done to you? Are you stone?

L: What?

E: "Stone" is colloquial queer slang, meaning someone who derives pleasure from touching others, rather than being touched themselves. Do you prefer to focus on pleasing the other person rather than yourself?

L: Well... no. I do like to be touched. I would just rather do it myself. It's more-

E: -efficient, right, yes. Well, that could be something worth exploring, then. Being on the receiving end rather than giving. It goes against the inquiry of this entire experiment if you withhold the point of the study from me, after all. Wouldn't you agree?

L: Reasonably, yes...

E: You seem apprehensive.

L: I'll be frank. I don't think you'll be able to get me off as well as I get myself off. No judgement towards your on abilities.

E: None taken. I'll do my best.

L: Persistent. Why do you need to know so badly?

E: I'm the personification of Harry's need to know. Besides, the pursuit of knowledge is its own reward.

L: You’re just saying that because learning new things gets you off.

E: Can’t it be both?

L: Fine. If you feel so inclined, we can try this a second time.

E: Alright. Let's try this again, then.

ROUND 2

SUBJECT NAME: Logic

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: He/him

EROGENOUS ZONES: PHYSICAL: Human-standard areas (ears, mouth, genitalia) certain free-floating bodily blocks. MENTAL: intelligence based degradation ("dumbification")

DURATION: 139 minutes

NOTES: A good analyst never performs just one test and ends their line of inquiry there. A great analyst learns what they have set out to learn, and then some. An excellent analyst discovers, and continues to discover, over and over and over again.

Per my request, Logic (heretofore also referred to as "subject") took on a more passive role in our second study. I was able to gather more data on features I wasn't as focused on during our previous excursion. The feeling of his body, for example; the blocks that make up his body are all textured slightly differently, some smoother and more chromatic, while others are more akin to flesh. They seem to take on the properties and sensitivities of the body parts they are put in place of, such as pieces making up the underarms being ticklish, or the inner thighs being sensitive.

Trial and error is a method I typically would not use in terms of collecting data- random shots in the dark do little to illuminate actual information-but subject was providing me little help other than telling me, matter-of-factly, where he liked to be touched. I followed his instructions to the letter- to, quote, "jerk [him] off from behind"-and while I did succeed in arousing him, I did not feel personally satisfied with being guided so heavily. Researchers have a bold urge to explore, to test theories wherever they have them; not to have their hand held as they unearth new truths. I put some hypothesies into action. 

I did not rush through the process as he initially did; instead, I slowed my hand's pace and pressed my body against his. Licking from his collarbone to the shell of his ear was fascinating for many reasons- it elicited a shiver, and each separate piece that my tongue touched had slightly different variations in taste. Two actions that he found pleasurable- my biggest risk in this test was introducing a verbal component.

I found that his most positive reaction came from being referred to as a, quote, "dumb cockslut". Despite subject's denial towards the effectiveness of the phrase when I asked for confirmation, his physical response could not lie. His rate of respiration increased significantly and he became visibly more excited. Subject stuttered in his demand that I just follow his instruction.

As involved as I was in the act, I wasn't able to pull for as many outside resources as I wanted to. Typically, further research into specifics in order to ensure a more reliable result would be conducted, but Logic's growing desperation kept me from occupying myself with less pertinent tasks. Instead, I made educated inferences toward other actions he would enjoy based off of the data I collected. "Dirty talk" was already evidently stimulating, so I continued- the phrases "needy whore" and "little bitch" were also received favorably. 

I continued controlling the pace, very slowly and deliberately touching him; not quite enough to satisfy, but just enough to maintain arousal. Despite his very meager protests, I did not continue to follow his instructions; and he did not attempt to give me more when I questioned the validity of his intelligence. (Quote: "I don't think the stupid little whore knows what he's talking about.").

Subject's protests did not last for long. My teasing was met with impassioned, albeit slightly shy, begging for more stimulation. The use of my hand was proving to not be enough after prolonged, slow stroking. 

I inquired what it is that he wanted, promising that I would do it, but I would do it my way. He requested that I, quote, "just fuck [him], please". I confirmed if "that [was] what the dumb slut wants", and he eschewed words to instead grind his rear impatiently against my erection.

While my own saliva could have been sufficient as lubricant, I inferred that Logic would find it enjoyable to lubricate my cock on his own. When I implied this (Quote: "It's cute when you use your mouth to talk; but really, it's just another hole for me to fuck, isn't it?") he responded positively and changed position to his knees without needing to be asked. Admittedly, I was more curious about observing the way his mouth functioned as a conglomerate of individual parts, but he seemed to enjoy my thumb pressing down on his tongue, keeping his jaw open as he drooled on the floor, so I didn't hurry.

As the subject's mouth was occupied, I found it to be the perfect time to test the reactions to a few more phrases (Quotes: "I'll bet you've always wanted to suck cock like this." "You take it so well. You like to listen, don't you?" "Such a good, dumb little thing.") and gauge their reactions as well. All were received positively.

As for the fellatio itself, it was almost fascinating at how it was delivered with near-opposite proficiency to the subject's last performance. Perhaps Logic is not practiced in oral sex, but I found it to be sloppy and more visually stimulating than physically. This could have been a result of any number of factors; the unique makeup of his mouth and throat, his lack of experience, combined with his desperation-  no particular solution can be drawn at this time. Perhaps this will become a line of inquiry I will test later.

It took little preparation to ready subject to penetrative sex. When I removed myself from his mouth, subject turned into a rear-entry position on hands and knees and presented himself to me. His ability to adjust parts of his body proved to be especially effective towards accommodating me, forming a tight and comfortable cavity for me to fuck. His normally verbose language, for the duration of the experience, was whittled down to a few affirmative phrases ("yes", "yeah", and occasionally "please" or "more".)

I also learned the the makeup of his body provides multiple advantages that a typical body would not, such as built-in handholds. By slipping my fingers in a horizontal gap between his shoulder blades, I was able to hold and pull back, effectively creating an anchor to steady myself on as I fucked him. Through the act, his focus towards keeping his form together seemed to waver, causing a few pieces to be shaken loose, either falling from him and joining the free-floating others, to only being jostled slightly as I thrusted.

At a few points, subject got close to his orgasm. I took them as opportunities to stop and catch my breath, letting us both back away from the edge. When he begged for me to continue, I encouraged, quote, "Don't think. Just take it." before beginning again.

Logic, at this phase, had seemed to reach a kind of subspace. He became so aroused to the point where even seemingly innocuous phrases regarding his intelligence were seen as erotic (Quote: "You really are a scatterbrain." at the notice of him losing parts earned a whimper). While edging him further would have prolongued the test and allowed me time to gather more data, I felt that what I had already collected was sufficient, so I began to stroke subject the way he had initially requested while still fucking him. For a few minutes past his own orgasm, I continued until I reached mine.

Unlike our first test, Logic took a period of recovery before beginning our interview. The 20 minute duration of him collecting himself- both literally and figuratively- was not included in the statistics above.

E: Hello.

L: ...Hello.

E: ...

L: Oh, wipe that look off your face.

E: Interview will skill 1:1, subject name: Logic. Entry 2. Part 2. I think we can jump right in, don't you?

L: Sure.

E: How are you feeling?

L: Well, now I'm feeling the "post-nut clarity."

E: We all learn new things about ourselves sometimes.

L: No, I mean- not even I knew I was interested in... that. How did you know?

E: Deduction, perhaps? That, and some hands-on trial and error research towards applicability of the idea. Less efficient, but more educated.

L: Well, you picked up on it... fast.

E: As did you. Your reciprocation and willingness to engage with what was presented to you helped tremendously in my research. So, thank you for that.

L: Sure, ahem, yes. Happy to help. But what made you go in... that particular direction?

E: Many seek out in intimacy what they do not posses in their day to day- for example, high power individuals often desire to be dominated in the bedroom. The idea that one who is so focused on making connections and operating with such high mental concentration would want to turn their brain off for awhile seemed only, well, logical.

L: Ha ha.

E: So, you have an interest in, for lack of a better term, "getting fucked stupid?"

L: Evidently.

E: Expand on that for me.

L: Well... I mean, you experienced it.

E: I know. I just want to learn more.

L: Insatiable!

E: Mm-hmm. 

L: ...Well. I enjoyed the physical feeling of being penetrated. I had never experienced it like that before.

E: Yes, yes. Everyone likes to get penetrated. I meant the newer experiences. Come on, now. Spit it out. For science.

L: (sigh) It did feel nice to... well, for lack of a better term, "turn off my brain". For a bit.

E: And how would you describe that feeling?

L: Blank. And fuzzy. Little to think or worry about. Almost lightheaded. Easily suggestible.

E: Being given one thing to focus on rather than many at once can be relaxing.

L: I do tend to... get in my own head a bit too much. There are few opportunities when I am not operating at full capacity, so this was refreshing.

E: So you enjoyed yourself?

L: I did.

E: Good. I'm glad. I want to make sure all subjects leave their tests feeling satisfied.

L: How thoughtful of you.

E: Thank you for your time in this project. Your efforts will not go to waste.

L: Please don't humiliate me in this dissertation.

E: I thought you enjoyed being humiliated?

L: Fuck you.

E: I will be as candid about what I have learned here today as I would be with anything else. This document is for educational purposes.

L: You'll be using these pages as new additions to your spank bank, won't you?

E: They were created for my eyes only. I never intended for this to be a published work. And if I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor, well...

L: Just don't go making pamphlets of it. I don't need to lose my credibility because I enjoy being called a brainless bitch.

E: Brainless, that's a new one! Do you think being referred to as anything synonymous with stupidity would be equally arousing?

L: We're done with this. You know everything you need to know.

E: Knowledge is power.

L: And pleasure.

E: Mhm. That as well.

I feel satisfied, in more ways than one, with my choice to continue in my research. This is a revolutionary first step towards understanding my fellow skills- and I look forward to discovering more.

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Rhetoric.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 3.

Subject 2: "Rhetoric"

SUBJECT NAME: Rhetoric

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: He/they

EROGENOUS ZONES: PHYSICAL: Human-standard areas (nipples, genitalia) MENTAL: discourse

DURATION: 48 minutes

NOTES: My study continued with the next member of the Intellect group, skill 1:3, Rhetoric (henceforth also known as "subject"). Subject was receptive to my explanation of the study, potentially flattered that he was my next choice of observation. Nonplussed when I clarified that I was just going in order of the lineup, and swiftly changed the subject towards educating me on what I should know about their body.

Rhetoric's "false" body is controlled through connection of the mouth to the neck; they are able to speak even as the mouth is otherwise occupied. His form behind the body is a dark, undefined mass that, he informed me, experiences similar sensations as the false body. The obstruction of the true body to the false body and difficulty of navigating discernable traits within the mass relegated my exploration of their form to their front. More advanced discovery of their hidden mass may potentially be expanded upon in the future.

They gave me a thorough guide to their body and how it differed from a typical human form despite the surface visual similarities- on either hand, they only have four fingers, their feet end in hoof-like clefts, and informed me on the terms they use for their genitalia, "cock" being used in reference to the outward protrusion and "hole" being an acceptable way to address the orifice.

After the debriefing, I began my initial advance- typically, I would start foreplay with a kiss, but Rhetoric's unique build could not comfortably accomodate that. Instead, I started off in familiar territory with the nipples, stimulating them with my lips and tongue. Subject was receptive and eager, placing their hand on the back of my neck to keep me in place. I visibly reacted when they grazed my book, and seemingly noting my own enjoyment from having my pages stroked, Rhetoric continued, even going so far as to turn the pages. I regarded this action as less stimulating than having my book gutter massaged, but still pleasurable.

When I determined they were sufficiently warmed up, I moved one hand to cup their breast and I moved the other between their thighs. Their cock was already partially erect when I reached it- they guided me on how to properly touch it, by taking it between two fingers and rubbing it on either side. I couldn't help but note the efficiency of an erogenous zone that was also self-lubricating. 

After a few minutes of these continued motions, Rhetoric stopped me.

R: I like this, but... this just isn't quite doing it for me.

E: Well, do you have any idea what could "do it" for you?

R: I know this study is all about learning what makes other skills tick, so you're more than focused on me... but I can't really enjoy it unless there's also some kind of back-and-forth.

E: I see. So you'd like to reciprocate?

R: In a manner of speaking, yes.

E: What would you prefer, then?

R: A manner of speaking.

Subject suggested I pick a topic of debate because he, quote, "liked the challenge of disproving a belief of someone else's choice." I made the assertion that I could find all of his pleasure points within this round of study, a declaration I felt confident I was able to back up because it was my primary active purpose. They took up the mantle of proving the opposite point, that I wouldn't be able to.

This "manner of speaking" that Rhetoric was aiming for was an eroticized version of discourse- an interesting turn of events, to say the least.

They began the discussion with gusto, making an opening remark that was surprisingly well-constructed for having been made up on the spot, concluding that, quote, "I'm only the second skill you've conducted your little experiment on. You won't be able to learn what makes me tick." I countered that they were actually the third subject I had studied, including myself, and that I had previously made greater discoveries with even less experience before, so their assertion was null and void.

I continued to provide evidence by stroking his cock between two digits, noting that I had already found one pleasure point. This response elicited a positive reaction, him admitting breathily that I had made a "good point."

Swiftly, he made another argument, and I countered it with a similar riposte. Subject seemed delighted that I was not pulling my punches, and continued to debate even as I touched them, focusing less on my own pleasure and more on attempting to prove me wrong. The sole focus of the aforementioned "back-and-forth" seemed to be purely verbal.

Some actions, to my surprise, were received favorably even if they were just typical sexual advances accompanied with a small verbal counterpart. (Example: When given the rebuttal towards my personal assessment that I could, quote; "fuck the good sense right out of them", they eagerly responded that getting fucked did little to please them, and that attempting to do so would only tire me out quicker. An oddly helpful disproval of my original assertion.

Even through their rebuttals, I learned more information about them; rather than turning to a penetrative position, I lowered myself to my knees and instead stimulated them orally, taking into account how they taught me before they liked to be touched- curling my tongue around their dick so i would stroke either side while sucking.

Throughout this action, I discovered a similarity that I share with the subject- I am able to communicate even as my mouth is otherwise occupied. While performing fellatio, I was able to continue my discource with Rhetoric through writing, rather than speech. The text in my head-book can be modified at my will, not only to provide relevant textual evidence towards my argument, can also be modified with my notes and opinions. Though potentially slightly audacious and not very sportsmanlike, I thanked him for giving me a hint towards finding another way to arouse him.

I am fortunate that Rhetoric finds data points similarly erotic as I do. From my position between his legs, he was able to read my continuing counterpoints as I blew him, seemingly delighting in my cited sources as he did. It seemed as if he was losing his cool as I continued, but he quickly regained his metaphorical footing (his physical stance was actually quite study, holding on tightly to the sides of my head and almost thrusting into my mouth). The angle also gave him access to pleasure me as a form of retaliation, reasoning that. quote, "[I] won't be able to focus on [his] pleasure when [I was] so focused on [my] own." An admittedly strong counterpoint, as my line of thinking was not as thorough as he drew a finger down my book's crevice.

As resolute as I was in attempting to win the debate, I knew that it would be a tall task to beat Rhetoric at his own game- especially as I was getting closer to orgasm. My closest brush with victory would be bringing him to climax. I switched tactics and, instead of focusing a majority of energy on the discourse portion, I fingered him while continuing to give oral. This did little to slow down his assertions, but I hypothesize that is a positive indicator rather than a negative one; increased frequency of arguments was a commonality between all instances of higher intensity stimulation.

Every good raconteur know to admit when their opponent has them beat, and Rhetoric did concede that I, quote, "certainly knew how to eat cunt like that was the only erogenous zone on [his] body". After inquiring if that was a good thing, he responded it was, quote, "good for [him], but bad for [my] substantive". 

A notable characteristic of Rhetoric was that minor pitch shifts and other vocalization changes were infrequent. Even as I sucked his cock, he maintained a shockingly composed disposition, and was able to make his closing remarks coherently even through orgasm. Similar talent was held in continuing my own stimulation until I concluded. Subject experienced a brief bout of transurethral expulsion (colloquially known as "squirting") after ending his final statement.

Throughout the experience, I learned not only about the subject's bodily preferences, but how mental processes and opinions influenced the way they responded to external physical stimuli. I now feel as if I am not only more knowledgeable in the field of sexuality, but in debate as well.

Once the two of us had effectively recovered, we began the interview portion.

E: Interview with skill 1:3, subject name, Rhetoric, Entry 3. We have just concluded our session of field research as a pair. How are you feeling?

R: Good. I didn't, uh, water damage your pages or anything, did I?

E: No, they will be fine.

R: Okay, good. I'd hate for that to be the main takeaway you got from this, that I ruined your book. I've never had a debate partner that was so... stimulating.

E: Thank you. Though I didn't have much prep time and I served as both opposition and adjudicator, I would say I did well enough. Not a typical debate format, however, there wasn't even a panel to create a collective judgement...

R: Don't start using the lingo. I'm going to get hard again.

E: Understood. Speaking of- I'd like to learn more about that. Could you describe the appeal of what makes the act of debate erotic for you?

R: Well, it isn't always a turn-on, of course. I can partake in discourse without getting turned on. But I like do conflict.

E: I know.

R: Sure, everyone knows.

E: It's the only way you seem to communicate; by arguing.

R: That's not true. I don't always argue.

E: Yes, you do.

R: No I don't.

E: Yes, you- I see what you're doing. Stop that.

R: Hah! It's easy to fall into, it's it? 

E: It is.

R: The push and pull of it, the clashing of opinions, the sparks flying during a spirited war of words- there's nothing like it.

E: I can see how that could be considered arousing. 

R: Oh, sure. The sexual tension between people in an argument is no joke.

E: A combative nature can be viewed as stimulating, yes.

R: Getting deep into the topic itself, as well. Exploring the intricacies of an argument, dissecting every point, little by little... It's always enjoyable when your partner is receptive and paying attention to the things you say.

E: Another instance of "getting off" on function.

R: Yes. And also of active involvement. I knew you were really paying attention because you cited your sources.

E: I always cite my sources.

R: That's what made you a good fuck.

E: Thank you. If that's what's appealing to you, then how do you typically handle your own needs?

R: I don't. Can't have an argument with only one person- really, this has only every been something I've fantasized about.

E: I see. So you're only interested in a multi-person affair?

R: Otherwise, I don't get much enjoyment out of it, yes. It has to be a two-person ordeal. Maybe more.

E: A 3-way debate structure sounds like it could be difficult to pull off.

R: Mm. More like a 2 vs. 1.

E: Noted... hm, interesting that the first two subjects I studied had intelligence-based fetishes existing on opposite ends of the spectrum. Could potentially be an Intellect-based fascination, I'll have to look into that...

R: What? Opposite ends... wait, Logic is into being stupid or something?

E: I will make no comment on any of the information I have may have gained on other subjects. Discretion is an important pillar of ethical research.

R: Uh-huh. Still going to ask him about it.

E: Go ahead. I already proved my burden of truth with him.

R: Hgrk!

E: Ha ha, sorry. I couldn't resist. Final question.

R: Mhm?

E: Who would you say won that debate?

R: Well, ahem, I'd say I did.

E: Oh... really?

R: Yes. My argument was that you wouldn't be able to discover all my pleasure points within a single round of study. You didn't.

E: I see. So if I did discover them all, I would have won?

R: In a sense. Sure.

E: Care for a rebuttal to that, then?

R: Give me some prep time, and I might.

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Drama.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 4.

Subject 3: "Drama"

SUBJECT NAME: Drama

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: Any

EROGENOUS ZONES: PHYSICAL: Human-standard areas (mouths, nipples, genitalia, glutes) between the folds of their entwined appendages. MENTAL: Roleplay 

DURATION: 214 minutes (foreplay included)

NOTES: There are some experiments that, however rare, end up with the exact result that a researcher hypothesizes. An educated guess, if educated enough, can be identical to the outcome. I am glad that I didn't eschew the opportunity to perform this experiment, of course, but am satisfied at the accuracy of my assessment.

My hypothesis was that Drama (henceforth also known as "Subject") would be interested in roleplay. Quelle surprise.

When approached and informed of my goal, they took little time in enthusiastically revealing exactly what it was that they wanted from me; to perform a fantasy scenario with them. His excitement, unfortunately, did nearly render the point of the experiment- to discover the unique and individual kinks and fetishes of my fellow furies- null and void. Fortunately, the depth and complexity of his request gave me a new challenge to undertake. I accepted.

The act of setting the scene lasted longer than the act itself- both the roleplay and the sex. Subject was helpful in detailing her most intricate fantasy; one of a regency-era duchess being seduced by a neighbouring kingdom's stable boy. My general knowledge towards the role, specifically of the era, quote, "lent an air of authenticity" to the performance that Drama struggled to find elsewhere. She insisted I take the more dominant role- it is unclear whether this was because she wanted to experience being submissive/penetrated, or she just preferred the theatrics of being a "ravished damsel." She was not shy about telling me exactly what she wanted from me in terms of both a theatrical and sexual performance- to "get fucked like [I] had never had pussy a day in [my] life". After reading the script he had prepared, the two of us assumed our roles. 

Drama's ability to subtly mold their appearance was utilized during this experiment- their face shifted to one that appeared slightly more feminine in nature, as well as changing the shape of their arms to appear more slender. This was a first for me; to have sex with someone that outwardly presented as female. Otherwise, the rest of their body retained its solid makeup of breasts and a phallus positioned above a hole. 

For the sake of brevity, I will only offer a summary of the aforementioned performance's plot. The duchess finds herself bored with her life, languishing amongst wealth and glory, but wishing for an escape from her droll responsibilities and noble obligations. She has been tasked with finding a suitor, and many dukes from a neighboring kingdom have come to potentially take her hand in marriage and establish a political alliance, but she is uninterested; until she spies the stable boy in the garden one day, taking a break from his duties.

The duchess approaches him, and the two begin a rapport under the impression that the stable boy is of a higher class than he seems. He claims to be a duke, rather than revealing the truth of his station (the emphasis on deceit seemed to be especially enticing for Drama) and slowly begins to tempt her. The script was laden with double entendre, innuendo, and wordplay; this scene was a clear labor of love and a frequently visited one at that.

The performance as foreplay was more than stimulating for Drama. The more in-character I became, the more immersed in the scene we were; ad-libbing a chaste kiss to her knuckles, leaning in to whisper into one of her many ears, and lingering on lines were all received favorably. Though I am not much of an actor myself, I have to admit I am satisfied with my performance. Without even so much as a dress rehearsal, I began to learn the cues that Subject was searching for- the push and pull of a lie potentially being revealed. I dropped hints that my identity was not what the duchess assumed it to be, each potential slip becoming more and more enticing.

Though I first doubted how eroticism would come into play because of how clearly anticipatory the scene itself was (memorization of a script tends to do away with surprise and suspense) the act did not lack spontaneity. Drama is, of course, a talented performer, and tailored his performance to my reactions accordingly. I suspect he used his adept knowledge at observing physical tells and body language to deduce what I found most pleasurable, and catered to my interests. During one line, the Subject improvised, quote, "I can seeth thou art a handsome and wise man- well-read and clearly knowledgeable about the w'rld, thy skin cleareth'r than a blank page, and mine own fing'rs art the quills i shalt useth to writeth upon thee." 

I will admit that the near-frustrating amount of prelude did sufficiently arouse me. By the time the stable boy and duchess had finally made their way to her royal bedchambers, I had grown impatient, and kissed Drama in a way they later described as, quote, "ravenous". I almost forgot that, during the act of coitus itself, I still had lines. Though I flubbed my line, quote, "If 't be true th're ev'r wast one as quite quaint as thee, nay, I has't nev'r been so lucky as to seeth it," and instead said, quote, "I needeth to has't amorous rite with thee, anon, I can'st take it no longer." Speaking in an early century dialect begins to stick after the second hour.

As expected, the myriad of mouths also made for a pleasurable sensory endeavor. Though at first apprehensive about cupping Drama's face (because of the five to six other faces on her at any given time) she was able to manouver her features around her head to prevent unwanted collisions and incite more preferable ones. A flexible, moldable upper body made for an interesting tactile experience. I could feel their hands shifting around my body, providing a unique, flexible sensation. Multiple tendrils flexing underneath multiple pages of my head-book was an experience I cannot imagine replicating any other way.

It was gratifying to cause a professional in keeping up appearances lose their composure at times- the intertwining tendrils that make up their upper body are especially sensitive between the folds, and repeated stroking of the upper arm to the breast was enough to cause them to flub their line. (Original, quote: "Coequal if 't be true I am to beest deflower'd by thee once and nev'r again, I knoweth I shall has't nay greater lov'r than thee." Spoken, quote: Coequal if 't be true- true, I am to beest d-deflower'd by thee-once-and-nev'r-again, I- fuck, let me suck your dick.")

As they went down on me, they continued to deliver a soliloquy with their unoccupied mouths; unfortunately, I didn't have the wherewithal to pay much attention to it. Drama's control over multiple body parts at once is commendable, seemingly finding no difficulty in operating multiple mouths at once. A myriad of different faces shifting to speak and emote all at once could have been overwhelming, but was handled with finesse and grace. I would have attempted to observe this phenomenon longer, but the performance was quickly coming to its climax.

My impatience lead to a swift denouement. I lifted Subject up from under the rear and penetrated him as he stablized his arms around my shoulders. Our stomachs in close proximity provided a comfortable channel for his own cock to rub between while I fucked him, causing him to abandon his role. Instead, he focused his mouths not on delivering lines, but on kissing my neck as his tendrils weaved themselves between my pages and up my protruding brainstem. My own actions grew erratic and unpolished; a fascinating inception, method acting as a character who was acting to be someone else, three personas all concentrated on one motivation- to orgasm. 

I came quickly, whereupon Drama finished at the same time. Upon his climax, I noticed that his form lost its structural integrity, his face appearing to melt slightly before reforming after a few moments. He remained erect as I pulled out, not having ejaculated. After a brief recovery (and a joking round of bows) we began our interview portion.

E: Interview with skill 1:4, subject name: Drama, for entry 4.

D: Charmed.

E: We have just concluded our first session of field research as a pair. How are you feeling?

D: The relief and accomplishment that comes after any completed scene!

E: I can see. You're, ahem, still erect.

D: Well, there are some thing not even I can lie about.

E: Right, and speaking of that. This is another familiar instance of base function being eroticised. Do you think you could explain the appeal of roleplay and what makes it enticing for you?

D: What isn't to enjoy? The thrill of inhabiting a role and convincing others you are something new and exciting. There is an allure in being something you are not, if only for a short time; the pageantry of sex feels incomplete without a storyline to go along with it.

E: I understand that now.

D: Only through a performance do I feel sufficiently wooed. 

E: So there has to be some kind of plot for you to enjoy it?

D: Not necessarily. What matters most is the act; and knowing that it is an act. Any other scene would have been just as pleasurable to me, so long as we were both inhabiting roles, and aware that we were inhabiting those roles.

E: I see. Like kayfabe.

D: Nay- like acting!

E: Kayfabe is acting, it's the portrayal of staged events as "real", with the unspoken understanding that-

D: I know what kayfabe is.

E: Ahem, right. Moving on... You were very receptive to my own wants as well as tuning into your own.

D: Didst thou expect any less? As an actor, I know how to tell when someone else is acting. Thy art a talent on the stage, but your skills of deception are not comparable to mine.

E: And you did use that information to your advantage.

D: Yes- I am no selfish lover!

E: And now I know.

D: A good performance should be enjoyed! Next time, mayhaps we could get some others to watch. I have a myriad more scenes that I'd love to act out. There ist a fantasy I have thats inspired by Dick Mullen and the case of the Amber Eye, I think thy would make an excellent Dick...

E: Don't I already?

D: Wordplay, oh, how I adore it.

E: A final question. This is something that I have thought about since the beginning of my research, and would be happy if you could close this particular case for me.

D: Mhm?

E: Can you... um, have I- is it possible that, by not pulling out...

D: Your seed will find no purchase in my soil, Encyclopedia.

E: Okay. Excellent. Phew. That is one thing I am not equipped to learn about right now.

D: Neither is anyone. Don't worry. That ist not how this works.

E: You sound very sure.

D: I am sure.

E: So, you have had similar experiences, then?

D: Perhaps. A laedy doth not kiss and tell! And neither does a gentleman.

E: I would appreciate you not potentially skewing my data with half-truths.

D: And I would appreciate a semblance of privacy.

E: Fine. I won't press on it, then.

D: So complete honesty ist required of me in this interview?

E: Preferably, yes.

D: Ah. Alright.

E: ...

D: ...

E: ...Did you have something you wanted to tell me?

D: No.

E: Wait- Drama, did you fake it?

D: Oh, don't take it personally. Thy skill is quaint. I just find that faking it is more enjoyable.

E: Are you still lying? 

D: No...was it not a believable performance?

E: I believed you until I remembered that you have a fetish for deceit. 

D: I'm simply a thespian!

E: Well, don't lie. I don't mind giving an encore.

D: Hm. I shalt hold thy to that, duke.

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Conceptualization.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 5.

Subject 4, "Conceptualization"

SUBJECT NAME: Conceptualization

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: Any

EROGENOUS ZONES: PHYSICAL: Human-standard areas (nipples, genitalia, glutes) MENTAL: Psychological arousal (brain sex) as emphasized via artistic means

DURATION: 47 minutes

NOTES: My anticipatory thoughts towards Conceptualization's experience with me were simultaneously proven and disproven. While I did correctly predict the events that transpired, I could not have forseen them with any degree of accuracy whatsoever.

Conceptualization (heretofore referred to also as "subject") had already heard about my research before I approached her. Drama had regaled her with his own experience; an act I dissuaded against, due to the potential for results to be skewed one way or another if subjects were able to anticipate my own methods and be influenced by other participants. But what was done was done, and they approached me before I could make my proposition independently. Eager to test my theory, I accepted.

He had a similar level of requirements concerning foreplay as my most recent subject, but with a refreshingly simple request- nude modeling. He emphasized that he wanted me to familiarize myself with his body- to observe and study it. Studying is what I do best, and I summarily dove in.

While I observe the body of every subject I study, the approach taken here was more of an artistic one rather than a scientific one. Conceptualization made as much clear when they provided me drawing materials. I surpressed the urge to insist that I am not an artist in favor of potentially gaining a new level of research throughout this new form of documentation. They insisted that they pose nude (though they are always without clothing) and struck a pose that gave me ample room to research their form.

Subject possesses one of the most malleable forms out of all the intellect skills due to their makeup being primarily that of solid light. Her physical makeup is deceptively complex. What looks to be a lithe, slender form is actually constantly shifting- whisps of light billowing from the neck change the shape of the face constantly, unable to be accurately captured on canvas. Emanation comes from the cube, which can be moved physically or held in untethered space. Almost minutely, her body changed over time- her silhouette shifted without her moving.

When I was done with my own deductions, I moved onto the art for her own satisfaction. Drawing from life is a skill that I don't have, but is made easier when the focus itself gives you advice- quote: "To understand art is one thing. To be art is another." The educational aspect was appealing to me; having a teacher that was also a subject. When finished, they reviwed my work, complimenting my grasp on anatomy and accurate to life depiction. Admittedly, I did enjoy the praise. It was at this point that the subject initiated contact, saying they would show me, quote, "the parts I couldn't see."

Language to describe this particular sexual experience can only be sufficient if it is, in simple terms, "purple prose". I struggled to write this entry due to the amount I am out of my depth; I am an academic writer, not a creative one. But I will do my best to describe it.

It was as if my perspective had shifted entirely- I did not see things in terms of the processes that made them up, the neurons and the synapses firing. As they dragged their hands down my back, I was enlightened to the fact that it was skin. As if, for the first time, I was seeing past its literal construction as part of Harry's brain, and as an ostentatious and hungry vessel that demanded touch. My mind was preoccupied with the physical construction of our bodies as they interacted with one another. Now, it was nothing but the concepts.

The very visual of us, shades of cerulean intermingling, my lips making contact with ephemera and my cheek grazing against the very shape of creativity, a white cube. Tremors passed under her skin. My teeth left trailing indents down their stomach where I dragged them, tilling the plane of their body with the sharps of my incisors. Her back arched like a bridge when I reached between her legs; what was there evades description in more concrete terms. A phallus or a crevice, a patch of space in the world that lead only to sensation.

My hand grazed it, gentle and tender against Conceptualization's sensitive flesh. Every sound they made caused the flowing strands to stagger and jolt like smoke catching in the wind. It wasn't about the actual action, whether I was thrusting or stroking. Whether I was doing it well, with enough grace or panache. It was about the motion itself. That act of creating something - pleasure - through movement. The invention of something where there once was nothing. It was when this understanding clicked that subject reached climax, their strands of light flowing through my fingers like water.

They returned the favor in kind in a similar, if not more esoteric way. Putting their head to mine, they placed their cube at the base of where my pages met. The texture was hard yet yielding- it felt as if there were a change in medium, a switch from paint to collage. A substance that existed outside of the natural perception. Warm like eating fire and touching the core of every cell. 

I knew there were more layers to explore. Beyond the body- what was there? Beyond our forms, one curled up in the arms of another, what did this represent? What did it symbolize? The erotic implications were clear, yes, even without genital contact, and the stimulation was enough evidence of it. The analysis of further meaning, what the artist of the grand piper was attempting to communicate through this moment, Conceptualization was the canvas and the tool and the creator all in one.

I could almost get it, the symbols were all there, I just had to put them together, to understand- and, for a single shining moment, I knew the secret behind every theme and brush stroke.

My own climax left me feeling, admittedly, slightly perplexed about what had transpired, but I was nonetheless satisfied.

E: Interview with skill 1:5, subject name: Conceptualization, for entry 5. We have just concluded our first session of field research as a pair. How are you feeling?

C: Oh, lovely. 

E: Good to hear.

C: I got an orgasm and a new portrait. I'd call that a win.

E: This was my first recorded experience of sensory arousal and stimulation via mental and emotional means. While I anticipated this happening, it still came as a surprise. I know there are many skills that have more neural-based influences rather than physical ones - the psyche group comes to mind - but I didn't predict that I would encounter it so soon.

C: What do you mean? Like, brain sex?

E: Sure. Brain sex.

C: Always honored to be a first.

E: It was, to put it simply, conceptual.

C: Yeah. That's kind of my deal.

E: Was that mental effect a conscious effort? Or is it involuntary?

C: A little of both. Mostly conscious. I had to put in some extra effort there because you're such a literal thinker so much of the time- it got a little high-concept there at the end.

E: I see. So you can differentiate between the different processes that come as natural influence, and what you choose to inflict?

C: I think that will be the case for anyone you have brain sex with, yes. There's an element of what we choose to make happen, and what just naturally happens. As well as the directions we take it.

E: Expand on that for me.

C: Well, as a skill that is entirely focused on the artistic and hypothetical, It's a thing that goes beyond perception of what you see, and more into analyzing what it means. What it could be.

E: Right. That more meta-physical aspect of it is, ah, a bit more difficult to conceptualize, if you'll excuse my language.

C: Now you're getting it. I thought something like a brutalist approach would be a bit too advanced for your first time. And don't even get me started on a surrealist fuck...

E: I hesitate to ask what that would be like.

C: Imagine you've got your dick in me, but "I" am actually a representation of capitalism as depicted through an amalgamation of color and shape in the rough form of a beast, and "your dick" is actually a proletariat weapon as constructed out of wood and newspaper clippings, but it's all melting, and if you look too long you can see human faces in every shadow....

E: Hrm. Yes. I think I would be too confused to enjoy that. I already feel like I'm going to have a hard time writing this entry... anyway, is this the only variation of stimulation that is unique to you?

C: Not quite. They all feel different. Imagine how you feel watching an opera versus painting something. They're both different art forms, no?

E: That makes sense. Now, do you have a personal preference?

C: I'm partial to the higher-concept stuff myself. The more convoluted, the better.

E: I'm glad you went easy on me this time around. To be honest, I didn't think I was going to "get it."

C: Sex is like art. It's not about "getting it." What does it make you feel?

E: This time around? Pretty good.

C: There you go. You get it, then.

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Visual Calculus.
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 1, Entry 6.

Subject 5, Visual Calculus

NAME: Visual Calculus

SKILL TYPE: 1, Intellect

PRONOUNS: He/they

EROGENOUS ZONES: Human-standard areas (mouth, neck, chest and nipples), MENTAL: Body worship

DURATION: 92 minutes

NOTES:  Visual Calculus body is divided into two hemispheres- the solid, more hominid upper half includes a head, neck, torso, arms, and waist, while the lower half splits off into tendrils made of light, not dissimilar to Conceptualization's build. The tendrils can be reformed or reshaped according to his will. A light source emanates from his head as well, with equally malleable tendrils. Overall one of the more human-appearing subjects out of the Intellect family group.

Whatever I had originally anticipated for my experience with Visual Calculus was not enough to prepare me for our experiment. Appeared unsurprised to learn their turn had arrived, simply saying that we could "get right to it." I began with their body assessment in this particular observation because they truly did "get right to it".

Near-immediately, they began, taking my face in their hands. I allowed them to take the lead since they clearly had a plan in mind. They were slow, sensual, their palms cradling my cheeks. They looked at me. They continued to look at me for an indeterminate amount of time. I inquired if I should be doing something, and they confirmed I was doing fine. They remarked that I had, quote, "incredibly sunken eyes". Though I was taken aback, he elaborated that they complimented my face, that my cheeks were gaunt but not quite sallow, that my cheekbones complimented my face shape.

Their hands moved downward, to my neck, in light touches. He commented on that too, the way it melded gracefully into my collarbones. I had never noticed these aspects of myself before until he mentioned it, and when I was told this, I was pleased. This continued at various other parts of my body over the entire course of our time together.

Parts of my body that I did not previously have acknowledged were worshiped and admired. My calves. My shoulderblades. Even my philtrum was given its moment, Visual Calculus' thumb grazing the divot between my nose and lip. It was as if no part of me could escape his gaze. His hands explored every part of my body, not always for the purpose of stimulation or titilation. It was as if he were trying to commit my body to memory, so he could construct it flawlessly later. I knew he could do this without laying a finger on me in the first place, but I preferred this version.

Their tendrils worked similarly, not invasive or probing, but mapping. Stroking down my chest, my spine, my rear. It felt as if there were a multitude of hands all attempting to measure me through touch, to understand how the joints of my body intersected. I responded positively to these touches, every affirmative reaction being noticed and pursued with expert perception.

Not only was he especially proficient in the visual observation component, but his spacial calculus was equally well-honed. Sex is never without potential for mishap, but it seemed as if he had perfect control and command over both of our bodies. When he coaxed me to turn a certain direction, I did so flawlessly. When he manipulated my body so he could get a better angle, he was able to do so with little fumbling or discomfort. I felt malleable and well cared for in his grasp. Visual Calculus had a mastery of physics and motion that almost shocked me.

With little murmurs of what he saw accompanied into my ear, the feeling of being so thoroughly observed was almost overwhelming. There was an intimacy and an almost confrontational nature to it- an unignorable, unavoidable that you are not only being seen, but surveyed. As if you are being examined. I inquired after about half an hour if this was the foreplay, and they responded, quote, "No. This is gonna be all of it. You have such nice hands, by the way..."

Little effort was used to turn me around and manhandle me, flip me, even lift me into his arms so he could view me from different perspectives. I felt like a specimen, as if I were no longer the researcher, but instead the one being researched. His factual tone and unyielding descriptors of my form as I was was hoisted into the air, tendrils guiding my body, shifting and stroking me-- I had experienced nothing like it. Before each movement, he told me what would happen to my body as he moved it, quote, "Your pages will fall open when I push your head down like this. At this angle, gravity will do most of the work. Now, if I spread you like this..."

Maybe it was an experience some could have considered embarrassing, being so deeply explored. I found it nothing but pleasurable. I felt like a subject, and a well-loved one at that. At a certain point, the words were no longer recognizable as nothing more than comforting syllables.

And then, he lowered himself to a kneeling position in front of me. All the while, he had ignored my cock, skirting past it in favor of exploring down my thighs or up my hips. Now, he devoted every iota of attention to it, holding my body perfectly in place so he could pivot his sight line to hit every point of view. He complimented its curve, its twitch, its obvious arousal.

He was right. Without even being directly sexually stimulated, I was incredibly aroused. Having my body be talked abut so factually, without relent, scratched a perfect erotic itch for me. Nothing evaded Visual Calculus' gaze, of course, and he told me he wanted to see how handsome I looked when I came. I did so while listening to him describe the tension in my shoulders and the small wrinkle of my brow, my cock rubbing against his cheek.

Though I did attempt to reciprocate, my efforts were gently denied- it seems that subject is "stone" as well, or at least prefers to be the more active participant. Subsequent attempts to perform similar actions to what was being provided were accepted hesitantly but favorably.

It was an interesting experience, to offer them what they offered me. I tried emulating what they did, stroking across their form with the intent to observe and absorb what I saw. Though my talent in providing physical descriptors was lacking, I was able to inform him about the anatomical facts and vernacular of his musculature. He seemed to enjoy that. One of the few times I witness him faltering was when I described the bend and rotational abilities of the average human joint.

Though I could not discern if he achieved climax, I can conclude that both parties were sufficiently stimulated and overall satisfied.

E: Interview with skill 1:6, subject name: Visual Calculus, for entry 6. We've just concluded our first session of field research as a pair. How are you feeling? 

V: Feeling well, thank you.

E: I'll be quite honest and say that I didn't quite know what to expect from our experience together.

V: Mmm, it went about as I predicted.

E: Well, that's not a fair comparison, isn't it, coming from one whose function is predicting scenes.

V: I see no reason to beat around the bush. I just tell the truth of what I see. The body is probably one of the best subjects to observe and mentally construct.

E: It was a pleasant surprise to see just how... tactile you were. Very touchy.

V: I do admit, I like getting hands-on with a lot of things. Being able to figure out how things react to certain interactions, plotting them out, and being able to predict the results... there's nothing like it.

E: So that' s a component that's pleasurable to you?

V: Oh, yes. When I'm able to accurately predict what actions will cause what reactions, it's similarly satisfying to reconstructing the crime scene. I've never been the one to make it happen myself.

E: This was another fascinating instance of function informing fetish. Your abilities of mental construction made for some interesting moments.

V: Such as?

E: Well, the use of the tendrils was interesting.

V: Oh, yeah. Very useful.

E: Once I work my way up to the Physique family, I'm sure I'll have more to prepare for. So this was a good, entry-level experience.

V: ...Are you going to be okay by the time you get there?

E: I'll worry about that when I get to it. Now, do you have any thoughts on what informs your choices in intimacy?

V: People like feeling beautiful. I like observing beauty in the factual and logical. There are no lies here- it's just what's in front of me. And it's mutually beneficial.

E: I can appreciate the praise blending with facts. I love a fact.

V: You have a lot of pages in that book of yours that are fun to leaf through. The paper is thick and well constructed.

E: Ahem, while I appreciate the compliments, let's not get distracted.

V: Sure.

E: Is that ideal also what informs not wanting reciprocation?

V: I just like to witness. I don't like being witnessed as much.

E: Fair. Thank you again for this. I feel like I'm walking away from this learning a lot more about myself as well as you.

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No Last Name, Encyclopedia. No Last Name, Volition
Skill Intimacy and The Pleasures of the Mind. April '52.
Volume 2, Entry 1.

Subject 6, Volition

NAME: Volition

SKILL TYPE: 2, Psyche

PRONOUNS: He/him

EROGENOUS ZONES: N/A

DURATION: Undefined

NOTES: After a brief sabbatical between skills, I have returned to my study. A natural stopping point seemed to be between the skill groups. Now that Intellect has been thoroughly covered, my next venture was into the Psyche skills. Word has already spread about my experiments, and when I approached Volition as my next subject of study, he answered me immediately. Transcribed below is our conversation.

V: No.

E: Pardon?

V: I'm not interested.

E: ...I see.

V: Are you disappointed?

E: For research purposes, yes. I would hate to walk away with inconclusive data.

V: We can talk, but we can't touch. That's my rule.

E: Interesting. May I ask why that is?

(Subject seemed to be apprehensive, but ultimately continued.)

V: I'm practicing semen retention.

E: Semen retention, the practice of not ejaculating for long periods of time. Interesting. Would you care to expand on that?

V: What do you mean?

E: Do you do it for delayed gratification reasons? For personal reasons, such as the conscious practicing of celibacy or abstinence?

V: I don't consider myself "celibate". Delayed gratification, I guess. I like holding off. Showing restraint. Going so far as to not even engage with it at all.

E: I see, I see... about your erogenous zones--

V: No touching.

E: I'm aware. Could you give me some information about how your body reacts to touch and stimulation? I did have a few hypotheses about the sensitivity of your fissure...

V: They will stay that way.

(For my notes: I suspect that the crack, spanning from head to the middle of their torso, is particularly sensitive and easy to stimulate.)

E:I do recall a previous incident between you and Electrochemistry...

V: No comment.

E: ...Mhm.

V: ...

E: Does the lack of sexual stimulation provide you gratification?

V: Well, maybe not sexual gratification. But gratification nonetheless. It's a different kind of pleasure than sex. A pleasure of willpower.

E: You are the only skill I know whose absence of something is satisfactory.

V: ...Thanks. I guess Is that all?

E: Yes, it is. Thank you for your time. Even if this was a short experience, I still feel like I gained something from it.

V: Mhm.

While I do wish I could have conducted my experiment the same way I did with previous subjects, I accepted the parameters put in place, and moved on.