Game What are you doing right now?

This is an excerpt from the current novel in progress.. a love scene between the heroine (She's a cyborg) and her lover.

Enjoy.


“Well,” I think to myself. “This feels rather trashy.” Lying back on the hotel bed, stark naked and playing with myself while Vincent alternates his view between watching me and watching the read-outs on his tablet is giving me the impression I am some voyeur’s play thing. I have to admit it, even if it’s just to myself and no one else, the act of doing what I’m doing feels delightfully sinful. With any luck, it will hopefully lead from just thinking about how sinful it feels to actually becoming a prelude of better things to come. If I wasn’t actually able to feel what I’m touching, the effect would be what I imagine it is like to do it to someone else, detached. Conversely, I am also just the tiniest bit disappointed. In my experience, any girl doing what I am doing with a man just an arm’s reach away would have his undivided attention if not his actual participation. Vincent does look, but only briefly before his eyes return to the read-outs and I’m assuming he’s so focused on the problem, it’s not registering with him the actual situation and that is that I am attempting to masturbate, albeit without any success.

“It’s definitely a software issue but there’s a lot of code to work through. You can stop for a while. I seem to have worked out all the input sources now. I just need to tweak it a bit to make it readable for the core interface.”

“That has to be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” It takes a few moments for what I said to register before his head snaps up from looking at the data and he looks at me.

“I’m sorry, Dayna. This can’t be very pleasant for you. I’m honestly focused on the code and not trying to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Just get the code sorted out and working first and I’ll tell you what I was thinking later.”

I resist the urge to have the HUD display the time because it’s been quite a while that I have been lying here, silent and unmoving. Seeing the time is a risk. It could both work for my patience if it’s been longer than I think, or raise my impatience if it’s not been as long as I am guessing it has been since Vincent last looked up. Every so often, I feel a brief tingle in my groin but it lasts less than a second and there is no apparent change resulting. Suddenly and without warning, a very deep and very intense orgasm is racing towards a peak and I am unable to contain the scream that follows. What follows is the most mind-numbing, exhilarating experience I could ever have imagined. I’m left rigid, quivering, unable to think even as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps across my consciousness. I lose track of time as it continues exploding into my awareness, again and again for how long, I have no idea as I am unable to give a single thought to anything but the intense pleasure that has enveloped me. Again it peaks, then again the following waves of pleasure envelope me then it peaks again, and again and again and I’m back staring at that faint pin prick of light from the beginning because I am totally unable to think at all.

“Dayna,” the voice says. “Dayna,” it repeats a little louder.

“What the hell just happened? I just had my head blown off about a hundred times.”

“I ran the systems test program. I gather the software is working.”

“Working,” I exclaim with wide eyes. “I’ll say that it’s working. I can’t find words to describe what just happened.”

“So, touch yourself. See if it feels different. I think I’ve managed to bridge the connections between the core and the receptors.”

Tentatively, I reach down and at that very first touch, I know my world just changed and looks like being very different to what the future was offering. “As far as programmers go, you’ll be a lot better when you are naked and giving me all your personal data input. I am absolutely yearning for some of your wonderful data.”

“Tech-speak never sounded better in my ears.” He replied as he shut his tablet down, dimmed the light and left his clothes in a trail on the floor from the light switch to the bed. Carefully, Vincent lay down beside me, caressing my forehead and temple with a gentle hand. “One day, we’ll have to talk. You can probably imagine what this has been like for me but I absolutely cannot imagine whatever it is that you have experienced and what that must have been like for you.”

“Yes, that’s fine, we’ll do that sometime. Just one thing; I’m going to need to know if it feels any different for you. Tell me afterwards though.” I smile hungrily at him. “Now shut up and kiss me.” That first kiss, it was all it took for the feelings of desire to start building within me.

All the familiar feelings come surging back, the tingling in my vagina, the gooseflesh, my new heart picking up pace and beating faster and my nipples hardening until they are almost painful. Gooseflesh, drawn from within me, rippled like a thousand tiny dancing feet in waves across my soft alabaster-white skin, dragged from deep within me by his hot impatient breath and cascading in demanding waves across my slim neck. I know my eyes will be showing white and I am helpless to prevent my pelvis writhing beneath his loving touch. He knows who owns my soul. I have to know and can wait no longer so I encourage him to a position on top and that first touch of his throbbing erection on my womanly folds is exquisite. Ever so slowly, he eases forward, his erection demanding entrance and finding it, pushing slowly into me to his full length and my joy is complete. Everything will be fine. It all feels perfectly normal and by normal, I mean mind-blowing because, although we both had little experience when we met, love gave the act of love-making power and time provided the experience we both lacked initially to make it as good as we could.

With his whiskered face worrying and tormenting my incredibly sensitive nipples and his hands locked firmly onto my hair, I can feel his need is great but so is mine. Later, I know he’ll be concerned that he was a little rough but it’s what I need to remind me that all that was wrong in my new existence before has been made right once more in a lonely hotel room. Again and again, he drives into me, pushing my arousal higher and higher. My hands are grasping his buttocks and urging him to push with all he has to give. I want this. I need this. I love this. I love him. I don’t care that I know its software. To me, it feels no different than it has always felt and my climax when it comes might not have hit the peaks the test program did, but the wave of exquisite pleasure that follows is far more deeply satisfying and this time, the scream is from pleasure, not surprise. He climaxes moments later and together, we ride the rapids of physical pleasure until we are both lying still, wrapped in each other’s arms and enjoying the post-coitus bliss we’ve achieved together. I am starting to feel a bit guilty, watching him breathing hard and catching his breath whereas I on the other hand, it hadn’t mattered the level of enthusiasm I returned, I require no recovery time.

“So, my love; how was that for you?” I ask a few moments later. “For me, it was all I hoped it would be and more, especially after the uncertainty that I may never have known this feeling ever again.”

“Wow, it felt perfectly normal, but better, if that makes sense. I guess that’s because your body is new and technically, this body is a virgin. Regardless that we did this a hundred times before, it’s the first time for this new body.”

“I hadn’t considered that. The actual first time, I was so nervous and a bit scared. I can’t really remember what it was like; only that I wanted more.”

“Yes, I remember that. You were insatiable for days afterwards and for a while, I was fearful I wouldn’t be able to keep up and you’d dump me. I was almost glad I had to go to work, almost.” He smiled warmly and pulled me a little tighter into his arms.

“Lying here, in your arms, everything that was wrong before has now been made right.” His frown is a concern but I’m feeling too deliciously wonderful to think too much about why. “Good night, my love.”

******

Cheers

Ls x
 
Lakeside said:
This is an excerpt from the current novel in progress.. a love scene between the heroine (She's a cyborg) and her lover.

Enjoy.


“Well,” I think to myself. “This feels rather trashy.” Lying back on the hotel bed, stark naked and playing with myself while Vincent alternates his view between watching me and watching the read-outs on his tablet is giving me the impression I am some voyeur’s play thing. I have to admit it, even if it’s just to myself and no one else, the act of doing what I’m doing feels delightfully sinful. With any luck, it will hopefully lead from just thinking about how sinful it feels to actually becoming a prelude of better things to come. If I wasn’t actually able to feel what I’m touching, the effect would be what I imagine it is like to do it to someone else, detached. Conversely, I am also just the tiniest bit disappointed. In my experience, any girl doing what I am doing with a man just an arm’s reach away would have his undivided attention if not his actual participation. Vincent does look, but only briefly before his eyes return to the read-outs and I’m assuming he’s so focused on the problem, it’s not registering with him the actual situation and that is that I am attempting to masturbate, albeit without any success.

“It’s definitely a software issue but there’s a lot of code to work through. You can stop for a while. I seem to have worked out all the input sources now. I just need to tweak it a bit to make it readable for the core interface.”

“That has to be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” It takes a few moments for what I said to register before his head snaps up from looking at the data and he looks at me.

“I’m sorry, Dayna. This can’t be very pleasant for you. I’m honestly focused on the code and not trying to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Just get the code sorted out and working first and I’ll tell you what I was thinking later.”

I resist the urge to have the HUD display the time because it’s been quite a while that I have been lying here, silent and unmoving. Seeing the time is a risk. It could both work for my patience if it’s been longer than I think, or raise my impatience if it’s not been as long as I am guessing it has been since Vincent last looked up. Every so often, I feel a brief tingle in my groin but it lasts less than a second and there is no apparent change resulting. Suddenly and without warning, a very deep and very intense orgasm is racing towards a peak and I am unable to contain the scream that follows. What follows is the most mind-numbing, exhilarating experience I could ever have imagined. I’m left rigid, quivering, unable to think even as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps across my consciousness. I lose track of time as it continues exploding into my awareness, again and again for how long, I have no idea as I am unable to give a single thought to anything but the intense pleasure that has enveloped me. Again it peaks, then again the following waves of pleasure envelope me then it peaks again, and again and again and I’m back staring at that faint pin prick of light from the beginning because I am totally unable to think at all.

“Dayna,” the voice says. “Dayna,” it repeats a little louder.

“What the hell just happened? I just had my head blown off about a hundred times.”

“I ran the systems test program. I gather the software is working.”

“Working,” I exclaim with wide eyes. “I’ll say that it’s working. I can’t find words to describe what just happened.”

“So, touch yourself. See if it feels different. I think I’ve managed to bridge the connections between the core and the receptors.”

Tentatively, I reach down and at that very first touch, I know my world just changed and looks like being very different to what the future was offering. “As far as programmers go, you’ll be a lot better when you are naked and giving me all your personal data input. I am absolutely yearning for some of your wonderful data.”

“Tech-speak never sounded better in my ears.” He replied as he shut his tablet down, dimmed the light and left his clothes in a trail on the floor from the light switch to the bed. Carefully, Vincent lay down beside me, caressing my forehead and temple with a gentle hand. “One day, we’ll have to talk. You can probably imagine what this has been like for me but I absolutely cannot imagine whatever it is that you have experienced and what that must have been like for you.”

“Yes, that’s fine, we’ll do that sometime. Just one thing; I’m going to need to know if it feels any different for you. Tell me afterwards though.” I smile hungrily at him. “Now shut up and kiss me.” That first kiss, it was all it took for the feelings of desire to start building within me.

All the familiar feelings come surging back, the tingling in my vagina, the gooseflesh, my new heart picking up pace and beating faster and my nipples hardening until they are almost painful. Gooseflesh, drawn from within me, rippled like a thousand tiny dancing feet in waves across my soft alabaster-white skin, dragged from deep within me by his hot impatient breath and cascading in demanding waves across my slim neck. I know my eyes will be showing white and I am helpless to prevent my pelvis writhing beneath his loving touch. He knows who owns my soul. I have to know and can wait no longer so I encourage him to a position on top and that first touch of his throbbing erection on my womanly folds is exquisite. Ever so slowly, he eases forward, his erection demanding entrance and finding it, pushing slowly into me to his full length and my joy is complete. Everything will be fine. It all feels perfectly normal and by normal, I mean mind-blowing because, although we both had little experience when we met, love gave the act of love-making power and time provided the experience we both lacked initially to make it as good as we could.

With his whiskered face worrying and tormenting my incredibly sensitive nipples and his hands locked firmly onto my hair, I can feel his need is great but so is mine. Later, I know he’ll be concerned that he was a little rough but it’s what I need to remind me that all that was wrong in my new existence before has been made right once more in a lonely hotel room. Again and again, he drives into me, pushing my arousal higher and higher. My hands are grasping his buttocks and urging him to push with all he has to give. I want this. I need this. I love this. I love him. I don’t care that I know its software. To me, it feels no different than it has always felt and my climax when it comes might not have hit the peaks the test program did, but the wave of exquisite pleasure that follows is far more deeply satisfying and this time, the scream is from pleasure, not surprise. He climaxes moments later and together, we ride the rapids of physical pleasure until we are both lying still, wrapped in each other’s arms and enjoying the post-coitus bliss we’ve achieved together. I am starting to feel a bit guilty, watching him breathing hard and catching his breath whereas I on the other hand, it hadn’t mattered the level of enthusiasm I returned, I require no recovery time.

“So, my love; how was that for you?” I ask a few moments later. “For me, it was all I hoped it would be and more, especially after the uncertainty that I may never have known this feeling ever again.”

“Wow, it felt perfectly normal, but better, if that makes sense. I guess that’s because your body is new and technically, this body is a virgin. Regardless that we did this a hundred times before, it’s the first time for this new body.”

“I hadn’t considered that. The actual first time, I was so nervous and a bit scared. I can’t really remember what it was like; only that I wanted more.”

“Yes, I remember that. You were insatiable for days afterwards and for a while, I was fearful I wouldn’t be able to keep up and you’d dump me. I was almost glad I had to go to work, almost.” He smiled warmly and pulled me a little tighter into his arms.

“Lying here, in your arms, everything that was wrong before has now been made right.” His frown is a concern but I’m feeling too deliciously wonderful to think too much about why. “Good night, my love.”

******

Cheers

Ls x
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Damn such a beautiful sexy excerpt. Good luck on completing this great piece of work.
 
Dirtymatt said:
Damn such a beautiful sexy excerpt. Good luck on completing this great piece of work.
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Its getting more and more difficult to be unique. I've completed 18 novels now and each has at least 6-8 erotica scenes. That's at least 120 different encounters of a sexual nature and they all must be different or the buyers say, 'This is the same as 3 books back. She just changed the names.'

Ah well, that's my challenge, not yours.

Glad you enjoyed it. :)

Ls x
 
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