Virtual Temptations: A Realm of Desire : Part 1
Virtual Temptations: A Realm of Desire : Part 1
I sit by the glass walls and scroll through my phone as I drink my coffee. I text a few friends back and linger for an hour before a wave of loneliness hits me hard. I move to a park bench where I spend a few more hours. Before I know it, it’s six, and my phone is dying. I make it back to my apartment in downtown Seattle, and as I’m heating my frozen dinner, my eyes wander to my bedroom. Maybe I should load back into the machine to kill some time. My feet hesitate to move forward. I’m not a very direct person in real life, but then I remind myself that in here, I can be anything.
“Hi,” I speak up, smiling at both men. Both stare at me blankly.
“Hello,” my heart-throb speaks. “What is your name?”Seeing his interest, his friend respectfully dips his head and walks away.
“Emma,” I lie. It’s close enough to Ella.
“And you?”
It’s unsettling that he doesn’t remember me— a little sad, even. But that’s for the best. Hopefully, when I log out tonight, I won’t remember him either. We’re here to live freely. To do what we wouldn’t dream of outside. He grins, flashing perfect teeth, and runs a hand through his hair. “Call me Jack. Do you want to get out of here?” My heart jolts, as if he suggested returning to the real world together. “Uh, where?” I ask, feeling cautious. Are virtual serial killers a thing? With that smile of his, he would be successful at seducing plenty of victims.
“Somewhere more private.” I glance around us. The lobby is full of random characters that are chatting away. I wouldn’t mind being alone with him.
“Alright.”
He takes my hand, and the world transforms. The walls melt with color, and the people disappear. I watch with my mouth agape as the magic unfolds. My footing becomes wobbly, and I realize I’m now stepping on grass. I kick my heels off.
He brought us to a picnic. The sky is a vibrant blue, and although it’s just fake pixels in my imagination, it’s breathless. I wanted to immerse myself in new experiences before moving to a new country. To meet new people and build my confidence. And what better way than to take my clothes off with a stranger? My heart beats wildly in my chest. He hasn’t kissed me yet, but I’m already melting. There’s tension between my legs, and the frustration feels so real. I wonder if my real body that’s laying in bed is wriggling, if there’s a wet spot at my crotch; if I’ll remember any of this.
My sister is never going to let me live this down, but I’d take humiliation over never exploring this man. Our lips meet, and he wastes no time in showing me how he likes things: hard, rough, and submissive. His tongue surges in, exploring me with a hunger I’ve never experienced before. I finish eating dinner, and after a quick shower, I sit on the bed with the VR headset on my lap. With a deep sigh, I slide it on my head and lay back. It powers on, and within seconds, I’m immersed in another universe. I load back to the same lobby full of people. My character is the same: beautiful, elegant, and blessed with assets that I don’t have in real life. I approach the crowd, weaving past the people. They don’t give me a second look, likely used to seeing beautiful, fake characters all day.
I moan into his mouth and follow his tongue, letting go of my reservations and touching his chest. I tug at his shirt, and he makes quick work of pulling it off before returning to my arms. I don’t know if these muscles are real, but I’m going to treat them like they are. Lick and touch until they’re engraved in my memory, so not even the virtual reality can make me forget them. He palms my trembling breast, squeezing gently. It drives me wild, because my breasts have always been sensitive. Even here, some things don’t change. I wonder where he is sensitive?
His free hand begins to trail up my thigh, and I have no intention of stopping him. The hand at my thigh is rising painfully slow, but I won’t rush him. Our kiss becomes slow, tender. And that scares me, because I came for a quick adventure but might walk away with heartache. I can’t fall for the man who won’t remember me after logging out of the simulation. His hand reaches my hip and curves down to squeeze my ass. I gasp, because although I don’t have much back there, he finds a way to touch me as if he can’t get enough. Squeezing and pulling, kneading me. Shaping me into whatever he wants. And right now, he’s shaping me into a river, because my pussy is drenched and my limbs are liquid.
