M'Kennit Wind at Blue Kite

By Lee Willard

In the year 5876ad. the Blue Kite club and the tower above it is the center of the East Hdengragger region of the Ydlontrostl cities. On this particular evening a well known band playing songs of the ‘Caravan’ genre is there instead of their usual acts which primarily play ‘Lectroshock’. The club is where the most sexually active come for entertainment most of the time. Kessil has friends who frequent it but she only comes by occasionally, mostly when there is someone on stage she wants to see.

On this particular evening a huge crowd is present so she runs into none of her friends, but she does meet a guy who turns her on, mainly because he’s cuddly and listens to the same songs she does and converses thru the same songs she does. Before long, they are both too aroused to wait til after, and spend an incredible time in one of the clubs smallest trysting suites.

They already know they want to see more of each other, but forget to exchange info until late in the encore, just before the huge crowd begins to press for the doors.

This short story follows them during their encounter, one that is totally consensual for both, one which involves no pain, no coercion, no deception, no attempts at dominance. This is an encounter like a thousand others at the Blue Kite that evening, and millions in the Ydlontrostl cities but special to them because it is theirs and special to us because they will (eventually) go on to be involved in some of the most momentous events of the time and place.

This story is also something of an experiment, is there any interest in sex that is pain-free, dominance free, entirely consensual and not taboo? If so, there could be more to follow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Willard
• Release date: Jun 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005578909

Lee Willard

I am a retired embedded systems engineer and sci-fi hobbyist from Hartford. Most of my stories concern Kassidor, 'The planet the hippies came from' which I have used to examine subjects like: What would it take to make the hippy lifestyle real? How would extended lifespans affect society? What could happen if we outlive our memories? How can murder be committed when violence is impossible?I have recently discovered that someone new to science fiction should start their exploration of Kassidor with the Second Expedition trilogy. To the mainstream fiction reader the alien names of people, places and things can be confusing. This series has a little more explanation of the differences between Kassidor and Earth. In all of the Kassidor stories you will notice the people do not act like ordinary humans but like flower children from the 60's. It is not until Zhlindu that the actual modifications made to human nature to make them act that way are spelled out. To aide that understanding I've made The Second Expedition free.I am not a fan of violence and dystopia. I believe that sci-fi does not just predict the future, but helps create the future because we sci-fi writers show our readers what the future will be and the readers go out and create it. I believe that the current fad of constant dystopia and mega-violence in sci-fi today is helping to create that world, and I mention that often in reviews and comments on the books I read. I also believe that the characters in those stories who are completely free of any affection are at least as unnatural as the modified humans of Kassidor.In my reviews, * = couldn't finish it. ** = Don't bother with it. *** = good story worth reading. **** = great and memorable story. ***** = Worth a Hugo.

Book preview

M’Kennit Wind at Blue Kite

Kessil was finally in the hall, where the sound was good, with her drinking cup filled and out of traffic. The Blue Kite was packed, she was obviously hours late to get a table. There were probably plenty of seats in the sides of the balcony but the sound wasn’t as good over there. The Blue Kite isn’t as loud as ShockMe, the only other major club she can get to without a streetcar, and M'Kennit Wind isn’t as loud an act as Fraggosphere or The Broken Robots who play both those clubs often.

She was on the back wall of the balcony, right across from the stage, about two hundred feet away. The stage was completely holographically projected so M'Kennit herself was thirty feet high. Her musical style was somewhere where Caravan meets Haunt, a place where the prairie is gaunt and the riverbanks lush and sensuous. Their imagery is full of big moons in deep dusk, gleeps spreading their tails at them in silhouette, long-frond hangleaves leaning over dark water, shimmering fogs and eerie ruins in the light of Kunae. Their music is heavy on hand drums and reeds, strings, subtly electric, while technically acoustic.

There was a guy with a space on the wall to lean on. He had a cup a little like hers, but hers was an actual circlet of mrang hatchling skulls, bound in leather, clipping a sixteen ounce bowl. His was a cast ceramic imitation, but it looked like the bowl was detachable and it was wrapped with real leather. It was an excuse to talk to him.

He was tall with a narrow chin and a wide chest, like he might have some Nordic heritage. He wasn’t a breathtaking piece of bait, but he wasn’t a bad looking guy and she might not have a lot of competition for him. His face might be a little too tall, but he had really pretty mouth and eyes, his