Robot Lover Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 01

... front of me. What was the matter with me?

I pushed my sheets aside and started stroking my cock as I thought about another woman who had told me more than once that I could do anything I wanted to her. We were fucking every chance we got, so as far as I was concerned, I was doing anything I wanted. I don't know why I never asked her what it was she wanted me to do.

And never far from my mind was an old housemate of mine who had kept a "whips and chains" erotic novel on hermantle.

Pain. It wasn't that weird an idea. When I was summering as a camp counsellor I ran around with one of the girls' counsellors. She suggested that we do something special during our last night together for the summer. "You could slap my breasts around, and bite them." Again, I didn't; I couldn't see how that would be any fun for her, and I didn't want to hurt her. What an idiot!

I realized that I had been missing an obvious message: There are women who might sexually enjoy a measure of pain. Or who might actually enjoy doing things that most people think are "degrading." I'm sure the same is true for men.

I imagined what it would have been like to bite and slap those wonderful breasts as she said, "Harder!" I immediately came all over my stomach.

We don't really need robots. What we need is an attitude adjustment.

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The next morning I hadn't been awake for more than two minutes when I started thinking about Claudia again.

I didn't bother to check in with the temp firm ...

... I was relying on. I had just bailed out of a "management" job (lots of abuse, bad money) at a huge seafood restaurant on Berkeley's waterfront, and I still had a few bucks in the bank.

I stayed home, sucking on coffee and scribbling on a notebook at my desk while the rest of the household went off to classes or jobs. I was trying to design a sex game.

I was also in the grip of a free-enterprise spasm. I figured that if I could actually produce a fun but dirty game, Berkeley would be the place to finance and sell it.

At first I focused on other games. Dice? Cards? Maybe a board--but with different sex acts instead of real-estate properties.

I already had the name of the game: "Robot Lover."

I wanted it to be erotic, fun for both the "human" and the "robot," and safe for everybody. What can I say? I'm a romantic.

Robot Lover, as I saw it, should somehow incorporate Asimov's laws of robotics, but I realized immediately that I might be violating copyrights. Even if I worded the "laws" in such a way that Sci-Fi nerds would recognize them, it might still be a legal problem. I would ask somebody, and worry about that part later.

Whoever was the "human" could give orders and focus only on herself or himself. The human could demand anything from a foot massage to... what? A rim-job? Anal? And it could be giving or getting. You could demand a blow job or a cup of tea, as you lay back taking your pleasure with no regard for the needs or desires of the "robot," for ...