Methylprednisolone and edibles

While the premise was erotic (l loved the indulgence in edibles, for example) this badly needed a proofreading. The numerous errors were very distracting. Please keep writing, but please find yourself an editor.

I like that she was getting her needs met, and I found them eating edibles particularly erotic. I never knew just how much hotter they could make sex...Until I tried them. Now sex is like a whole new experience after a bit of mind bending.

Mmm! You need to be a good son and help your mom and BOTH your friends to hook up! Maybe a nice mother's day gift of inviting your buds for a sleep over with some edibles? I have a feeling you'd love to see mommy getting RAILED! 😍😍😍
If only I had had a brother with horny friends like this! I would have been thrilled to be the 'stripper'! 🥰💋💋💋

I appreciate your feedback. I will admit, I wrote a lot of this story while I was on edibles myself, and it will doubtless be flawed as a result. And yes, it wasn't meant to be an exaltation of Trump supporters at all, as I tried to make clear before the story began. The thrill was meant to be in the taboo elements and fetishes that I've had in the back of my mind for a while. Kent wasn't ever supposed to be someone I genuinely admire (he certainly isn't), I just had this strange fantasy in the back of my head and this writing was meant to do something with it in a safe anonymous place.

My problem with the idea that we are born to act a certain way is:
When you were an infant, how much reading did you do? Oh, you did not yet know how to read. You had to be taught how to read.
Your birth nature of ignorance was altered by your life experience of being taught to be knowledgeable. Yes, your biological nature is to be illiterate but it is your social culture that teaches you to be literate.
You are born hungry and you will stay hungry until you have been taught how to grow and harvest and cook edibles for food.
Whether it be theocracy or aristocracy or state-capitalism, the society you live in teaches you to act as demanded for your caste. People are collectively taught to be assholes, out of the individual fear of being rejected by the pack leaders.
The Stalinists had a saying, When you run with wolves, you must learn to howl!
- fanfare - {for the Common Man of decency}

TSM is my first foray into space opera, if you will, and I love every chapter, but natural law, and life itself, means Tefler can only write so much, so fast, and face it, the faster he writes, the sooner the story reaches the end he promised was coming. There is still the promised spin-off, second series, or whatever, but that's another story, literally.
For those, like me, that want to read something as a pallet cleanser while waiting for the next chapter of TSM to drop, here are a few that I read.
One of the long time posters on TSM's comment sections is SwirlingJedi. Tefler talked to Jedi, and encouraged him to write his own stories, so he did...four of them at once!!! He switches off between them as he writes, but I focused on Project - Prometheus, then Gaia's Champion. I haven't gotten to the other two yet. I probably should, out of pure self preservation. I got hooked on Prometheus, which was the first series he wrote, then he started bouncing back and forth as he created the other series. So far, I have nothing but love for his stories, and will keep reading.
One of my personal favorite authors on Lit is BurntRedstone. One Who Understands, and the Shepherd of Ashburn Court were my gateway drugs for this author. OWU was meant as a standalone, I mean, it's 32 Lit pages long, and the two sequels, The Most Valuable Gift, and To Walk A Mile, are just as long. Both the multiple Shepherd series, one still ongoing, and OWU, are harem series, and well written. I also read Satyr Play, a supernatural series in modern Manhattan, ongoing as well, which keeps me coming back for more. There are a few other gems in there, Shifting Priorities and Shifting Gears, a two part series, so far, and the Jack series, a goofy at times nonhuman/aliens series.
A guilty pleasure of mine is an author named Pars001. I've read most of the series by Pars001, and enjoy the premise. The only drawback, and this is meant as a warning for critics, his writing is ATROCIOUS. If I could write to save my life, I would fanfic them all over, and there are nine series, none less than ten chapters, though only a page or two in most cases, but a couple are in the sixty+ chapter range. The horrendous grammar and more than occasional jumps in the story that seem like a few paragraphs, at least, are missing, could drive the Dali Lama to alcoholism, but the premise and overall plots keep me going back, like they're a platter of browny edibles. Just one more...
Enjoy.

This was a married couple together for 6 years. With no kids.
In 6 years together in the same house you get to know someone.
She had already been exhibiting some very fucked up behavior. Mood swings. Short temper. Refusing to talk about problems.
Then the hot and cold in the bedroom with sex. Sometimes totally cold. Sometimes hotter than a firecracker.
For months she had been like this. Behavior that is completely in line with someone doing drugs. And either committing adultery or seriously tempted to commit adultery.
Then there were the lies. She only worked half days on Fridays? Since when? She never thought to tell him this? What had she been doing for a half day every Friday?
The sexy underwear and missing matching bra that were unlike any other set of underwear she owned? That she bought and wore special for this Friday party?
Taking her rings off before the party. That's a conscious act. A deliberate act.
It's pretty easy to see what happened.
3 or 4 months before the overdose party she finally gave into co-workers and went to one of their Friday drug orgies.
She didn't participate. Just watched. But that started her temptation. After a month she found herself wanting to participate.
A month in she took a hit of cocaine. It was good. It made her even hornier.
She really wanted to participate. But her guilt being around her husband was eating her up.
She stopped going for a few weeks. Then finally went again. Took 2 hits of coke and almost gave in when another woman offered her the hard cock she was sucking on and asked if she wanted to help? She had to leave of she would have been naked in 2 minutes.
After that she was careful. Never took more than a hit...and never got too close to the action. But it was eating her up. She wanted to be fucked. She actually wanted to know what it was like to be treated like a whore. To have two cocks shoved inside of her at the same time. To have strangers cumming in and on her repeatedly.
What her husband didn't know...is that when he wasn't around she masturbated almost unceasingly thinking about it.
The only one person she confided all of this to was Jean.
She didn't want to cheat. Didn't want to ruin her marriage, but she couldn't stop attending the parties. And she felt guilty. Really guilty.
Her husband knew something was wrong. And he loved her. He didn't push. Was patient. Which made it all the more difficult.
Finally Jean suggested to her that maybe if she participated once? Got it out of her system the one time? Then she could go back to her marriage satisfied that she for the experience?
She thought about it for 2 more weeks. What sealed it was her husband asking her for the 100th time in his caring husband voice what's wrong honey? Will you talk to me?
Ughhh...why did he have to care so much? Why didn't he just leave her alone?!
The next morning she went out and bought a sexy bra and pantie set on her mid morning break. And she told her office friends she might be considering joining in this coming Friday. Everyone was extra excited at the prospect of another hot office buddy joining their orgies!
Friday rolled around. She had butterflies all day. Wavering between joining in or chicken in out.
When she got to the party...she was about 5 minutes late. And things were already underway! She took to hits of coke and then they passed around those cookies. They'd had edibles at the parties before. But they'd been pot brownies and cookies. And not very strong ones either. So most everyone grabbed a cookie and ate one during a little break.
Finally she decided she was gonna join in. She stood and made the announcement...glancing at Jean who was nodding and trying to be supportive of her friend. She started a sexy strip tease in front of everyone. Most were naked. A few had resumed their sexual activities but were watching her strip.
About the time she got her bra unwrapped and slid it down her arms giving the big reveal of her naked tits to everyone in the group...
Her world went dark. And within another few minutes nearly everyone else at the party also were out. Jean called 911. A few of them had stopped breathing! When they hauled her out to the ambulance on a stretcher it was sans her bra.
You know the rest of the story.
She hadn't really done anything! Right? Her and Jean were the only ones who really knew what had happened with regards to her decision.
She hadn't had sex. Yet. They only seen her tits...and then only for a few minutes. Sure...she'd kind of gotten a taste for cocaine. But it wasn't like a full blown addition. Lots of young professionals dabbled with coke.
She hadn't fucked anyone. So why was her husband so fucking mad? He blew up her life like that without really knowing anything. And she couldn't tell him. She swore Jean to secrecy! Other than saying she didn't have sex or she didn't do anything....they both stuck to saying as little as possible.
Why did he have to be so unreasonable?
So...would you stay with this woman? I wouldn't. No way I want to have kids with her. No way I want to spend the rest of my life worried about where she is at on Friday afternoons. Wondering if and when she's gonna get curious again about strange cocks filling her up. Wondering how much she's spending on cocaine this week?
Nope. Cut bait. He's young. Just finished graduate school. Alimony only lasts a year...maybe two at the most since they were not together that long. He'll have his attorney/loan paid off in a year or so...
He'll get a few promotions. Opportunities. Make more money. 6 years later he'll be happily remarried with a 2 year old. Another one on the way. Making good money.
And he'll run into his ex...at the downtown mall. She won't look so good. Recreational drugs and lots of alcohol doesn't help you age well. And he'd heard she'd satisfied that curiosity about strange cock more than a few times. He'd actually heard from a friend who was dating a guy on their softball team that she'd volunteered her apartment as the new place for the weekly orgies.
When she saw him...walking with his pregnant wife and pushing the baby stroller...it was all she could do to not scream and run away in frustration. Instead. She just pretended that she didn't recognize him and walked on by.
She turned into the mall restroom and straight into a stall...she needed a little bump as a pick-me-up. That's what her life had come to.
Yeah...I'd say he made the right decision.