Irhaboggle Pride (2019) Spectrum

Sex

AN: There's no smut in this story, but there IS a part where Veronica talks about the female anatomy (in a serious fashion, no innuendos or jokes) so I just wanted to give a heads up in case that isn't someone's cup of tea. Feel free to just skip to tomorrow's story instead!

"So, what did the doctors say?" Emily asked, eyes already sparkling in amusement as Veronica sauntered merrily back into her cell.

"They said I'm a... a... n-n-ny- nym-pho-man-i-ac," Veronica replied, counting each syllable off on her fingers, eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to say it right. But even though it was quite a mouthful, she looked incredibly pleased and proud at garnering such a diagnosis. It sounded so big and fancy and... exotic! It was all important-like, with all those many letters and syllables!

"Nymphomaniac?" Emily's own eyes narrowed as she tasted the unfamiliar word. It rolled unsteadily off her tongue. "What's it mean?"

"No idea!" Veronica shrugged cheerfully. "But I think it sounds absolutely delicious, don't you?"

"Hmm, I suppose. So long as you aren't sick. Or at least, sicker than normal," Emily replied, a smile creeping onto her face once more.

Of course, to some degree, every girl in the Asylum was a little sick (why else would they be here?), but Emily was glad to know that what Veronica had was not fatal. And she couldn't stop a laugh at how proud Veronica looked with her newest disease.

She was perhaps the only inmate in the entire asylum who managed to derive any pleasure from the grueling, horrific and degrading "tests" it took to diagnose them. Every time those awful examinations were done, Veronica always came out looking quite pleased, as if every new diagnosis was another badge for her to add to her ever-growing collection. And this one sounded so pretty!

"I don't think so," Veronica replied. "From what I heard, it is more of a behavior than a disease, per se," Veronica put a thoughtful finger to her chin. "In fact, I think they said it had something to do with sex!"

"Ha! Well! If any diagnosis had to be sex-related, it would surely be yours!" Emily snorted. Everyone in the asylum, from the rats to the inmates to the leeches to the doctors and chasers, knew that Veronica loved to love. She was addicted to sex in all of its many forms and types. Making love was her favorite hobby, and as she'd said several times already, "Why make war when you can make love?!" It was a joke she actually took quite seriously. That was why she was informally known as "The Naughty Veronica".

There was no one in the entire Asylum, inmate or doctor, who was as sex-crazed and addicted as she. But it wasn't just that she loved doing it, she was also very knowledgeable about it. She was everyone's teacher in that aspect, able to tell them all the ins and outs (literally), and the ups and downs (sometimes also literally). How many other inmates had shared their first time with her? How many doctors had she gladly taken a bed with? Whether they came to or for her, she was always there to provide a very comprehensive and hands on sexual education.

"It's quite simple, darlings," Veronica had once given a lesson to the other inmates about female anatomy. Heaven knew their society never talked about such taboo topics! So Veronica was more than happy to pick up the slack. "Between a lady's legs is a vagina. But I'm sure most of you knew that already." She gave the "class" a naughty wink. Some of them laughed while some of them blushed. Oh, the scandal of hearing a woman say "vagina" to a room full of other women!

"But there's more to it than just that," she continued. "For one, the vagina is actually only the "inside part". The entire thing is the vulva. Then there's the clitoris, the small nub at the very top of the vagina. It's highly sensitive, and that's where a woman experiences the most intense sexual pleasure." Veronica gave the class another naughty smile. Some of the bolder "students" looked quite intrigued. The others still blushed.

"A woman also has two sets of "lips", the labia majora and minora. The former is the most visible pair, while the latter is what directly surrounds the vaginal opening," Veronica continued to explain, and then she even began to lecture on the male anatomy.

"How do you know so much about that?!" one of the more innocent inmates looked surprised as Veronica talked about foreskins, testicles, prostate glands and other things found between a male's legs.

Veronica bellowed with laughter in reply to this question. "Darling, darling, I know more about the male anatomy than most males do! Who else in this entire bloody asylum has done as much research as I? Who else has studied so many bodies and forms and figures? I daresay I'd know better than an anatomy textbook at this point! Find me a doctor anywhere in all of this Asylum, no, in all of London, who could match me!"

Veronica continued to brag, proudly insisting she was more knowledgeable than a male. "They do not really study their bodies. They just worship them! Talk to any man and he will lie, about strength, length, speed, endurance and more! But talk to me, and I can really tell you what they're like between the sheets late at night!" She gave everyone a saucy wink again. The lecture had taken a very anecdotal turn. By the end of it, the inmates were all certain that there was nobody in all the world who'd had as much sex as Veronica.

But Veronica didn't just have hands-on experience. The Asylum rats would occasionally steal charts and diagrams for her. So some of her knowledge had actually come from real books and study! She really did fancy herself a sexologist, even though she didn't have a fancy degree. But she'd done the research all the same! She took pride in her work and she didn't just dabble in the science side of it either. The rats had also brought her books on culture, society and history, so she was able to lecture about sex from those lenses as well.

But of course, her favorite lessons involved giving advice on how to have great sex. She gave all sorts of tips and tricks, talking about each body part and what it was good for. She talked about orgasms, G-spots, lips, teeth, tongues, fingers, feathers, whips, chains, crops and other toys. And she also talked about kinks, fetishes, roleplays, positions, roles, bondage, and "play types" like breath-play and power-play. She also talked about safety, health and consent. There was no topic she wouldn't cover!

In time, the inmates adopted her as their resident sexologist. They trusted her to be gentle and knowledgeable about sex, and she was! She may have been known as the local boob (literally and metaphorically), but under her large buxom was an ever larger heart. Again, she may not have had a fancy degree, but she had the passion. And she was still living the dream, sort of... Surrounded by stolen books and good friends (and open minds and legs) she couldn't have been happier!

No, these lips are not for the taking, but if you'll only agree...

That we never should part, you'll be breaking my heart

If you don't... kiss... me!

AN: I know Veronica is the fanservice gal, but she has a lot of potential to be much more. She's got a lot of great lines that point to a very wise, kind woman who is more than a mere nymphomaniac. IMO, she'd be a great sex ed teacher (minus the "sleeping with the students" bit). I just need more Nerdy Veronica in my life, LOL