It was early, four in the morning in fact. Clair was already up sitting on the bed with her legs stretched as she stroked her penis hard and fast. She was breathing hard. This was her morning ritual, her start to the day. She was close. She grabbed a sock and pulled it over her eight inch length and smiled as she orgasmed in the sock. Once every drop was out she pulled it off, and tossed it on the washing basket. She was calming down as her length was softening. Once she was composed enough, she moved forward, and pulled out her plug from her ass.
Awaking to turn naturally in my sleep I find myself restrained. Desperately pulling at all sides, I find my hands and feet splayed out before the bed, each one tied to a post, leaving my body in a vulnerable x. I am encased in darkness by a blindfold. While I use my remaining senses to locate Jase, I contemplate when in the night he bound me so stealthily that I did not awake.
Vanjie Julius was her new name as she was now a full-fledged woman. She never revealed her real self to anyone who grew up with her, much less family members. Homophobia was rampant in the small town she grew up in so there wasn't any way for her to come out and be safe. Her parents were wealthy business owners so coming out would mean she took a risk at having to forfeit her family inheritance.
Audrey’s eyelashes fluttered open, and she slowly took in the morning light filtering through the lace curtains. Dust motes flashed in the sun’s rays, slowly falling like glitter-snow in a globe. She felt the gentle pressure of Thomas’ morning wood behind her, and his warm weight resting gently against her back. She pressed back against him ever so slightly, felt herself stir slightly, then pressed her cheek back into the downy pillow and closed her eyes again, drifting back into momentary slumber. Thomas felt her supple ass against him, and began to awaken. He slowly ran a hand up her side, from mid-thigh up to her waist. He slid the hand down her midsection and curled his arm around her breasts, his hand crossing between them, feeling her heartbeat. He rested there for only a moment, then stroked a finger up her clavicle and neck, up to Audrey’s left ear, where he ran the fingers gently through her hair. She shifted, a small smile on her lips, and again pressed her rear against his growing member. He pressed his face into her neck, kissing her softly behind the ear. Thomas slid his hand back down her arm, appreciating the softness of her skin, and squeezed her hand for a moment. She squeezed back, but kept her eyes closed. The signal.
Life with the pack is certainly different. But not in a bad way. I like it. I have all the backup I could ever ask for. And the pack is truly supportive of me. Plus, I have Dom. And honestly, I’d trade it all for him. Because he’s the best thing to ever happen to me. He sees me in a way that I’ve never seen myself. He makes me feel special. What more could a girl ask for?
The water was running on the shower, and she was already wet waiting for me to get inside and join her. The past two days had been beyond what I could have imagined happening when first started building her. I stepped inside the shower with her. The water was warm as I immediately moved my hands to her waist. She was only slightly shorter than I was, and if she wore high heels, we would be the same height. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifting herself onto her toes and kissed me. It was a different sensation when compared to the first time we had sex, it was a sensation I liked.
'... And that is why robots are servants.'
This world is filled with magic, it is within every living thing in one way or another. As with all things in life, some use it for good, and some use it for ill. I on the other hand used it in a way that pleases me. Over the years I experimented with myself, and made it so that I was at the peak when it comes to experiencing sex. I changed my body, both inside and out, all so that I can feel the most intense pleasure. I have been living deep in the woods so that I can carry out my experiments in peace. I have also helped the odd customer as well. Today is when I could say that there is nothing left for me to change.
* * * This is what I want. Far away there is the sound of machinery. A mower, or a tractor. But inside the barn the only sound I hear is the rustle of the hay as you thrust the pitchfork into the pile, the sweet, soft chirp of nesting birds high in the rafters, the quiet snuffle of the horses pawing at the earth with sharp hooves. The occasional hitch of your breath as you work. I watch you from the doorway. I don’t want you to turn around yet. I like to watch the easy way you move. How strong you are. My eyes follow the bunch and curve of your muscles as you work.