Excerpt from Passionate Resources: Naomi by Lucynda Storey
Now Available from Erotique Press.
Crossing the tiled floor, Naomi waved her hand beneath a gold-colored faucet. Water bubbled from the spigot and she splashed it on her face to cool the embarrassment burning her cheeks. Taking this step was drastic. She should have a real, flesh and blood man to take care of her physical needs, but she didn’t like the risk such an arrangement necessitated.
Although she’d dated, even had a few flings, no one inspired her confidence. One of her lovers bungled an attempt to steal a secure credit card. She’d discovered the theft within minutes, called security, and watched as he was searched. His complaints of being framed were doused when the card was discovered in his wallet. A laser scan of the card revealed his fingerprints. It was the last time Naomi brought anyone to her home.
Coupled with the fact that she’d seen women just as cautious as she fall victim to men bilking information and or money from their coffers Naomi decided emotional entanglements were not worth the risk to her company.
No, this was the best way to protect herself, her assets, and also attempt to get her needs met. It was the only way that made sense. Even though her mind knew this was the safest course, her heart yearned for a real man she could sleep with each and every night. Such a trustworthy individual hadn’t appeared in her world of corporate mergers and hostile takeovers.
She returned to the main room and approached the bed. A dark package with her name on it lay on the peach, satin spread covering the mattress. Lifting the sealed item, Naomi opened it and shook out a sense suit. The garment would cover her entire body with the exception of her exposed pussy. A sheet of paper held limited instructions. “Remove ALL clothing, replace with enclosed suit.”
Easy enough. Taking the garment, she returned to the toilet and exchanged her clothes for the outfit she’d been told was filled with microsensors and other electronics to aid her experience. She returned to the bedroom, found the closet behind the mirrored wall, and hung her clothing.
“Naomi,” a disembodied voice called. “Please, remove the sensory mask from the nightstand drawer and lie on the bed once you have secured it. Help yourself to a glass of water. It will keep you hydrated for your encounter. Your adventure will begin shortly.“
The computerized voice faded away. Hands trembling slightly, Naomi opened the drawer and removed the mask. This was it, the final moments before she committed to experiencing her sexual fantasy.
Setting the thin material next to her, Naomi poured water from the crystal pitcher into a matching glass. Sipping from the goblet, the water slid down her throat, further cooling the heat flooding her neck and face. She took the mask and covered her eyes, the material a gentle caress. Did the high quality fabric indicate an equally rewarding fuck?
She lay back against the coverlet. Surprisingly, relaxation stole over her body. “In a moment, one of our technicians will set the virtual reality suit into the sensory grid.” Again, the placid voice of some artificial intelligence controlling the scenario filtered into the room. “Per your request, the technician will set up the equipment needed for penetration as well.”
Penetration sounded cold and clinical. Had she made a mistake in thinking a computerized coupling could take care of her needs? Naomi inhaled deeply and tried to calm her mind even as her body continued to unwind. Around her, there were quiet noises and she assumed the technician was in the room performing the functions required. Heat blazed across her skin like a wildfire and she wondered briefly if it was because of the sensory suit or her nervousness. How many women went to this length to have their needs met?
She stiffened when she sensed a person near the bed. A faint, low hum began and she realized she was connected into the VR. She was here to enjoy the sexual interlude about to take place and enjoy it she would. She forced her muscles to relax once more.
The sounds faded.
Between her legs she felt the mattress depress as a heavy object was placed on the bed. She shifted, aware that something was now positioned between her legs.
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