Showing posts with label Technosexuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Technosexuality. Show all posts
26 August 2011
Robot Romance by Franz Steiner
The image is one of a series about the life of a personal robot. The time ist the near future where personal robots are sold to do erveryday business or switch into a romantic mode to entertain women.
13 May 2011
Robotic Dating
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday August 06, 2004
Tired of dating? Fed up with weeding through the singles market only to find yourself spending an evening with yet another dud? Well, I have the solution for you! Date a robot, also known as an android or mechanical human type creature.
Why settle for another lonely, sad night in front of your computer (cybering?) when you could be out with your perfect match, custom made and completely there for you, only you. Designed to meet your specifications for everything from hair colour to taste in movies. Like big hands on a guy? No problem. Like big hooters on a woman? You can help her lift those puppies around when her bra straps snap. Fill out the order form, pay for your purchase and decide when you want delivery. Simple as that.
Well, not quite. As we know there are no robodates. You can't have a date on command, built to perform and live up to all your expectations. We are stuck with each other, for now. But, think, what if there were robodates, men and women made to order?
No more worrying about sexual disease, no need to buy condoms either. You can sleep with your robotic date on the first date or never, however it suits you. But, there is no fear of catching any STDs, AIDS or herpes. Avoiding pregnancy is not a problem, unless you want it to be.
Think of the perfect date, then live it. No waiting for your date to show up. No wondering if he or she will like you, ditch you or pretend to laugh at your jokes. No need to agonize over pick up lines or dressing to impress. Your date will already be impressed. Just as if they had taken a love potion, you are exactly what they want, desire and look for. In short, they are already programmed to want to be with you. No matter what you think of yourself, your date will think you are the greatest thing since sliced bologna.
Of course, robodate is prepared for anything you want to do. If you want to go dancing robo date is a good dancer and can sing along to any song. Like to go camping, no problem. Robodate is athletically inclined and always in good shape. Long for a decent chess partner or someone to cuddle up with and be a couch potato? Not a problem for robodate. He or she will be content with your choice of activity or non activity. Robodate is a great companion.
None of your fetishes will gross out or annoy robodate. Ask for what you want. Whether you want a cuddly sex kitten, a fiery Domme, a total slut, a strong submissive man, a romantic poet or a sadistic Dom robodate can handle it, and you! Make your list and check it twice, robodate doesn't wear out, he or she only needs to be re-charged once a month. If you have no sexual use for robodate you can always enjoy a great full body massage or have him or her clean your car. Whatever you'd like.
Robodate will not forget your important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays. You can bring robodate home to meet your family where he or she will either shock or amaze them, as you choose.
Some may think a robodate would be too mechanical, too perfect or too impersonal. But that's not so. Robodates are programmed to mesh with your personality, your likes and dislikes but there is room for individuality, passions and independence. Just enough to keep them interesting and not sounding like some one with no mind of their own, some mindless drone.
After the date, however things turned out, robodate will be ready for a second date. However if you never choose to call that's fine too. Robodate will not become some crazy stalker or hang around desperately waiting for you, all clingy and needy. After a month your robotic date will simply be recycled back into the system, all the parts are reusable. Robotic dates are environmentally friendly and run on solar power.
What does a human have over an android? Read Scanny's column to see what he thinks.
Tired of dating? Fed up with weeding through the singles market only to find yourself spending an evening with yet another dud? Well, I have the solution for you! Date a robot, also known as an android or mechanical human type creature.
Why settle for another lonely, sad night in front of your computer (cybering?) when you could be out with your perfect match, custom made and completely there for you, only you. Designed to meet your specifications for everything from hair colour to taste in movies. Like big hands on a guy? No problem. Like big hooters on a woman? You can help her lift those puppies around when her bra straps snap. Fill out the order form, pay for your purchase and decide when you want delivery. Simple as that.
Well, not quite. As we know there are no robodates. You can't have a date on command, built to perform and live up to all your expectations. We are stuck with each other, for now. But, think, what if there were robodates, men and women made to order?
No more worrying about sexual disease, no need to buy condoms either. You can sleep with your robotic date on the first date or never, however it suits you. But, there is no fear of catching any STDs, AIDS or herpes. Avoiding pregnancy is not a problem, unless you want it to be.
Think of the perfect date, then live it. No waiting for your date to show up. No wondering if he or she will like you, ditch you or pretend to laugh at your jokes. No need to agonize over pick up lines or dressing to impress. Your date will already be impressed. Just as if they had taken a love potion, you are exactly what they want, desire and look for. In short, they are already programmed to want to be with you. No matter what you think of yourself, your date will think you are the greatest thing since sliced bologna.
Of course, robodate is prepared for anything you want to do. If you want to go dancing robo date is a good dancer and can sing along to any song. Like to go camping, no problem. Robodate is athletically inclined and always in good shape. Long for a decent chess partner or someone to cuddle up with and be a couch potato? Not a problem for robodate. He or she will be content with your choice of activity or non activity. Robodate is a great companion.
None of your fetishes will gross out or annoy robodate. Ask for what you want. Whether you want a cuddly sex kitten, a fiery Domme, a total slut, a strong submissive man, a romantic poet or a sadistic Dom robodate can handle it, and you! Make your list and check it twice, robodate doesn't wear out, he or she only needs to be re-charged once a month. If you have no sexual use for robodate you can always enjoy a great full body massage or have him or her clean your car. Whatever you'd like.
Robodate will not forget your important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays. You can bring robodate home to meet your family where he or she will either shock or amaze them, as you choose.
Some may think a robodate would be too mechanical, too perfect or too impersonal. But that's not so. Robodates are programmed to mesh with your personality, your likes and dislikes but there is room for individuality, passions and independence. Just enough to keep them interesting and not sounding like some one with no mind of their own, some mindless drone.
After the date, however things turned out, robodate will be ready for a second date. However if you never choose to call that's fine too. Robodate will not become some crazy stalker or hang around desperately waiting for you, all clingy and needy. After a month your robotic date will simply be recycled back into the system, all the parts are reusable. Robotic dates are environmentally friendly and run on solar power.
What does a human have over an android? Read Scanny's column to see what he thinks.
15 April 2011
Just Add Water
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday June 11, 2004
Don't laugh... but did you know people are afraid of me? More specifically, men are afraid of me. I can hear you laughing. It's true though.
Not all men of course. Just those who get a bit close to me and not counting my brother of course. Brothers are on a planet of their own. Boyfriends past are afraid to hurt me. At least that is what I am assuming. I'm not made of glass, china or highly flammable polyester. Yet they fear hurting me. Causing damage. All that stuff. They don't want to tell me when things are over. They hesitate, delay and wait. I'm not sure what they are waiting for. The right time? Is there a right time to break up with someone? How about 4 o'clock? That could become the official right time. Give those guys a proper time to make it easier for them, and me.
It's not fun waiting for a guy to tell you it's over. I don't like it at all. Todd, my ex husband, waited at least 5 months to tell me. All that time I thought he was mad at me for something. He didn't speak to me. How was I to know he was just waiting for the right time?
In the case of Eric, this time I didn't settle for being the princess in the ivory tower. I asked him as directly as I had the courage to do. Even then I waited a week and wrote again to tell him we were broken up myself. I don't see how you can imagine yourself as a couple when it's pretty plain he considers you aren't, in deeds if not in so many words. So Eric is gone. He doesn't want a relationship right now. He is happy with his life as it was, before me.
The whole problem with me, I'm coming to see, is that I take up space. How silly of me. I'd be perfect if I could be invisible and without substance somehow. Or maybe the robot woman.
The match for the robot man I wanted myself. Is that the secret after all this time? Do men and women really not want each other at all. What everyone really wants, the ideal life partner, is mechanical or artificial, perhaps even disposable. Someone you can store under the bed, in the closet, or the garage? Take them out to use as needed and then push them aside into some corner until needed or wanted again. The ultimate relationship is with someone who takes up no space. Maybe robots could be made to shrink when not in use. Just add water to have your instant significant other as desired. You'd never have to make room in your home or your life for an artificial life form.
Which brings you to the point where you have to wonder why you ever wanted it in the first place.
Don't laugh... but did you know people are afraid of me? More specifically, men are afraid of me. I can hear you laughing. It's true though.
Not all men of course. Just those who get a bit close to me and not counting my brother of course. Brothers are on a planet of their own. Boyfriends past are afraid to hurt me. At least that is what I am assuming. I'm not made of glass, china or highly flammable polyester. Yet they fear hurting me. Causing damage. All that stuff. They don't want to tell me when things are over. They hesitate, delay and wait. I'm not sure what they are waiting for. The right time? Is there a right time to break up with someone? How about 4 o'clock? That could become the official right time. Give those guys a proper time to make it easier for them, and me.
It's not fun waiting for a guy to tell you it's over. I don't like it at all. Todd, my ex husband, waited at least 5 months to tell me. All that time I thought he was mad at me for something. He didn't speak to me. How was I to know he was just waiting for the right time?
In the case of Eric, this time I didn't settle for being the princess in the ivory tower. I asked him as directly as I had the courage to do. Even then I waited a week and wrote again to tell him we were broken up myself. I don't see how you can imagine yourself as a couple when it's pretty plain he considers you aren't, in deeds if not in so many words. So Eric is gone. He doesn't want a relationship right now. He is happy with his life as it was, before me.
The whole problem with me, I'm coming to see, is that I take up space. How silly of me. I'd be perfect if I could be invisible and without substance somehow. Or maybe the robot woman.
The match for the robot man I wanted myself. Is that the secret after all this time? Do men and women really not want each other at all. What everyone really wants, the ideal life partner, is mechanical or artificial, perhaps even disposable. Someone you can store under the bed, in the closet, or the garage? Take them out to use as needed and then push them aside into some corner until needed or wanted again. The ultimate relationship is with someone who takes up no space. Maybe robots could be made to shrink when not in use. Just add water to have your instant significant other as desired. You'd never have to make room in your home or your life for an artificial life form.
Which brings you to the point where you have to wonder why you ever wanted it in the first place.
08 April 2011
Robots Will Kidnap You
I know it's not just me. There are other people out there who love technology in more literal ways.
12 March 2011
Erotic Oddity
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday September 20, 2003
"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.
He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"
"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."
"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"
"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."
He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"
"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.
"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.
"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."
He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"
"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."
"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."
"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"
"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."
He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.
"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .
She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.
"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.
She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.
"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.
"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."
Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.
Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.
"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.
He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"
"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."
"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"
"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."
He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"
"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.
"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.
"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."
He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"
"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."
"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."
"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"
"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."
He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.
"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .
She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.
"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.
She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.
"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.
"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."
Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.
Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.
06 December 2010
Alien Abduction and the Submissive Man
I'm watching a show about alien abductions. Most of them are men. Talking and reporting about their experiences, how they have been abducted, restrained and forced to endure experiments on their body, sometimes sexual in nature.
I began to feel there is a strong link between men abducted by aliens and men who want to be dominated by women. Both want to have someone else take power away from them, use bondage, perform tests on them, possibly force them to have sex. I wonder if the ultimate fantasy is alien abduction where there is no possibility of having your wishes taken into consideration. Very little chance of communication or sympathy. Very little human interaction at all.
I began to feel there is a strong link between men abducted by aliens and men who want to be dominated by women. Both want to have someone else take power away from them, use bondage, perform tests on them, possibly force them to have sex. I wonder if the ultimate fantasy is alien abduction where there is no possibility of having your wishes taken into consideration. Very little chance of communication or sympathy. Very little human interaction at all.
06 August 2010
Half Wit Alien
I wrote this several years ago and just found it again in a bunch of old files I had backed up on a disk. Originally written for when I wrote a weekly column at Adult BackWash. I'm not sure if it was ever posted there or something I was planning to work on a bit more.
"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.
He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"
"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."
"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"
"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."
He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"
"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.
"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.
"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."
He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"
"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."
"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."
"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"
"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."
He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.
"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .
She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.
"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.
She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.
"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.
"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."
Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.
Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.
20 April 2010
Technosexuality - The Robot/ Tech Fetish
I know there is a large group who like sex with dolls, the doll fetish. That isn't me. I am not interested in an inanimate and unfeeling, unresponsive object. There are various interesting things about sex with an android/ robot.
First, an android can be fully male and functional and yet still be a real virgin, not even know how to perform sex and it (the android) may not even have thought about sexual relationships. So there is the whole thing about corrupting something that isn't a child and does not have that innocence and yet it would not be the same as playing with an experienced adult. I'm not sure if this really appeals to me or not. I think I would rather have a partner who knows what is coming versus one who doesn't have a clue and thus can't begin to get excited until after the event. All that build up and suspense would be missing.
Second, on the other side, an android could be created for sex, for serving women. This side of the android is very erotic. It would have endless stamina, all kinds of knowledge and it is very unlikely to say no or be afraid or intimidated to try anything at all. However, would it be convincing as a sub? If it has less at stake than a real human male could it really put the same energy into submitting, being teased and tormented. Would chastity, for instance, have no real meaning for an android? Does it truly desire to be sensual or is it just one more thing on it's to-do list?
The android who serves it's master is erotic in spite of it's possible disinterest. It would obey. It would serve. There would be no need to feel bad about getting what you want out of the encounter. You could be very selfish and have no real concern for the enjoyment the android may or may not be having. At the end it could even clean itself up and leave you to do whatever you want.
This is another great thing about the android. It is easy to put away when you are done with it. Stuff it in the back of your closet, roll it under the bed or just leave it to stand out of the way in a corner somewhere, it makes no difference to the android. You can even unplug it, use the off switch to save power. If you get the deluxe model you can even have it stay on and perform in other ways: wash floors, drive you to work, answer all your emails, etc.
Wikipedia: Robot Fetishism - (also ASFR or technosexuality[1]) is a fetishistic attraction to humanoid or non-humanoid robots; also to people acting like robots or people dressed in robot costumes.
Technosexuality
Regina Lynn at Wired writes: 10 Reasons I'd Rather Marry a Robot.
10 Things you Always Wanted to Know About Robot Sex but were Afraid to Ask - article by Kal Cobalt.
First, an android can be fully male and functional and yet still be a real virgin, not even know how to perform sex and it (the android) may not even have thought about sexual relationships. So there is the whole thing about corrupting something that isn't a child and does not have that innocence and yet it would not be the same as playing with an experienced adult. I'm not sure if this really appeals to me or not. I think I would rather have a partner who knows what is coming versus one who doesn't have a clue and thus can't begin to get excited until after the event. All that build up and suspense would be missing.
Second, on the other side, an android could be created for sex, for serving women. This side of the android is very erotic. It would have endless stamina, all kinds of knowledge and it is very unlikely to say no or be afraid or intimidated to try anything at all. However, would it be convincing as a sub? If it has less at stake than a real human male could it really put the same energy into submitting, being teased and tormented. Would chastity, for instance, have no real meaning for an android? Does it truly desire to be sensual or is it just one more thing on it's to-do list?
The android who serves it's master is erotic in spite of it's possible disinterest. It would obey. It would serve. There would be no need to feel bad about getting what you want out of the encounter. You could be very selfish and have no real concern for the enjoyment the android may or may not be having. At the end it could even clean itself up and leave you to do whatever you want.
This is another great thing about the android. It is easy to put away when you are done with it. Stuff it in the back of your closet, roll it under the bed or just leave it to stand out of the way in a corner somewhere, it makes no difference to the android. You can even unplug it, use the off switch to save power. If you get the deluxe model you can even have it stay on and perform in other ways: wash floors, drive you to work, answer all your emails, etc.
Wikipedia: Robot Fetishism - (also ASFR or technosexuality[1]) is a fetishistic attraction to humanoid or non-humanoid robots; also to people acting like robots or people dressed in robot costumes.
Technosexuality
Regina Lynn at Wired writes: 10 Reasons I'd Rather Marry a Robot.
10 Things you Always Wanted to Know About Robot Sex but were Afraid to Ask - article by Kal Cobalt.
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