Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... lover who would--out of the blue--whip you on command. Would I do that, as I had told Claudia? I had been taught all my life not to hurt people. I pictured her naked ass up in the air as she waited for... pain. For a blow. I could feel lust stirring in my groin and realized I might actually enjoy that. Especially if she did. Oh my god.

Anyway, never mind the robots. That's not what the conversation was really about. Claudia's original comment had been about a vibrator "that you could tell what to do" and wouldn't go and talk about it. That was a sort of BDSM thing; she was talking about a sex slave. A submissive. "A robot lover would have to do whatever you told it to do."

But what if a human lover would do that? For years women had been trying to teach men to stop hurrying toward an orgasm--to give their partners pleasure. What if you could be completely selfish without guilt? What if you could simply take your pleasure with a partner, telling him or her--without regard for their feelings--exactly what you wanted them to do,because they had agreed to the deal? It would be almost as if your partner were a machine. Or, if submission was what you enjoyed, as ifyou were a machine. Either lie back and receive, or focus on giving, with abandon.

I thought of a woman I had worked with who told me that when she and her boyfriend made bets, they didn't wager money. The loser had to "pleasure" the other, as she put it, for whatever length of time had been agreed upon. That ...

... sounded like fun. I'd be betting all day long.

But why wait until a betting situation came up? You could just flip a coin and the winner could be dominant or submissive, as they chose. Or the coin could make the decision. It could be a good game... if you could find someone to play it.

I had been with a couple of women who probably would have done almost anything I could think of. There was one girl I knew only as a friend of friends. In the outdoor shower at a pool party I had found her naked and clearly drunk as a skunk. "Come on in," she said. "Save water." So I did. I was still trying to decide what I should do, here where anyone who walked by could see us, when she said, "Have you ever peed in the shower without getting caught?" I looked down and she was demonstrating--golden streams running down her legs. So I, as drunk as she, dropped my trunks and peed all over her stomach and into her bush. To my amazement, she made animal noises, dropped to her knees, and sucked me off, leftover piss and all.

We talked about getting together a couple of times, but she already had a boyfriend, and we never connected.

Or there was my college girlfriend, who read "Naked Lunch" and became obsessed with rimming my asshole. I once stopped her as she was rolling me over, and said, "My ass is dirty." She said, "I don't mind." I stopped her anyway, because I couldn't deal with it. I wouldn't stop her now.

An image of Claudia, naked and dirty with skinned knees, kept floating in ...