mounting excitement. “I know.”
“What’s your pleasure, Genevieve? What do you want to dream about tonight?”
“Same as always, Zac.” Genevieve sighed, thinking it odd that Zac kept asking her when her answer was always the same. “Of Dan, of course. Your normal version of our hottest night in Tahiti.” When they’d first courted. It was her usual choice for a single night of dreaming. Intense, fast and still incredibly good for Zac’s power systems. Did it bother her that her fantasy of Dan was more her own fabrication than the man himself? God damn it, why was she suddenly thinking that now?
“Are you sure?”
Zac sounded disappointed, she thought as she closed the face plate, completely enclosing herself in the jack suit’s self-contained environmental system. Zac must have considered her the most unimaginative human in the universe. He had stopped making suggestions, but had obviously not stopped thinking of the myriad of possibilities she was passing up.
“You can choose anything, including the impossible,” Zac usually began, hoping to lure her into trying something new. “You can be anything and do it with anything. Think of the possibilities, Genevieve. What about a ménage a trois?” to which she’d firmly replied, “No.” “Okay, what about doing it in space with an alien?” She’d laughed, “No.” “Then what about being the passionate Pasiphaë, Queen of Crete, your beloved bull humping you with that huge dong.” “No!”
Thinking of Zac’s disappointment and the bizarre choices of the other crew members, she relented. “Okay, Zac. You can try something a little different, but keep it with Dan. And no animals!”
She felt herself lift off the floor as Zac reduced the gravity field and she began to free-float. She took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly, already succumbing to the gentle hypnotic suggestions of two billion nano-sensors on her naked flesh. She felt a brief surge of excitement as she contemplated the reason for the negative G design of her hibe room—to accommodate the wild contortions and jerking movements she made while in the state of sexual excitement. Then, with a sigh, she felt her eyelids grow heavy and her mind wander.
Dan was so deliciously predictable. She’d practically choreographed his every move, and delighted in the anticipation of them. She knew she was disappointing Zac with her reruns. But why spoil a good thing? Once you’d discovered Nirvana, why would you abandon it for uncertainty?
Being a veteran jack dreamer, Genevieve knew she was dreaming when she saw Dan’s naked body striding toward her on the deserted beach, wet skin shining under a moonlit sky. He had the body of an athlete, firmly but not overly muscled, hairless and darkly tanned chest chiseled with perfect pectoral muscles and erect nipples. Dan had a handsome, boyish face, belied only by a network of lines that radiated from his warm eyes. His smile stored enough wattage to light up a city. And his dick was pointing right at her.
When he saw where she was looking, his smile turned into a feral grin and he jerked his body forward a few times in an unmistakable gesture.
She glanced from his erect penis to the mischievous expression on his face and giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. With a last coy glance at him, she dashed into the cool surf for him to give chase. The ocean tugged her legs into a slow motion dance. He laughed and caught up to her with a tackle that made her squeal and sent them both toppling into the water. Then he pulled her up in his strong arms and passionately kissed her, tongue sliding deliciously in and probing with the promise of another “tongue” in another “mouth”.
He bit her lip, hard, drawing out blood and a jag of pain. He was rougher with her this time, and she felt something between thrill and brief horror at the thought of beasts and the unexpected. Dan was usually a gentle and patient lover, drawing out her erotic agony for as long
“What’s your pleasure, Genevieve? What do you want to dream about tonight?”
“Same as always, Zac.” Genevieve sighed, thinking it odd that Zac kept asking her when her answer was always the same. “Of Dan, of course. Your normal version of our hottest night in Tahiti.” When they’d first courted. It was her usual choice for a single night of dreaming. Intense, fast and still incredibly good for Zac’s power systems. Did it bother her that her fantasy of Dan was more her own fabrication than the man himself? God damn it, why was she suddenly thinking that now?
“Are you sure?”
Zac sounded disappointed, she thought as she closed the face plate, completely enclosing herself in the jack suit’s self-contained environmental system. Zac must have considered her the most unimaginative human in the universe. He had stopped making suggestions, but had obviously not stopped thinking of the myriad of possibilities she was passing up.
“You can choose anything, including the impossible,” Zac usually began, hoping to lure her into trying something new. “You can be anything and do it with anything. Think of the possibilities, Genevieve. What about a ménage a trois?” to which she’d firmly replied, “No.” “Okay, what about doing it in space with an alien?” She’d laughed, “No.” “Then what about being the passionate Pasiphaë, Queen of Crete, your beloved bull humping you with that huge dong.” “No!”
Thinking of Zac’s disappointment and the bizarre choices of the other crew members, she relented. “Okay, Zac. You can try something a little different, but keep it with Dan. And no animals!”
She felt herself lift off the floor as Zac reduced the gravity field and she began to free-float. She took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly, already succumbing to the gentle hypnotic suggestions of two billion nano-sensors on her naked flesh. She felt a brief surge of excitement as she contemplated the reason for the negative G design of her hibe room—to accommodate the wild contortions and jerking movements she made while in the state of sexual excitement. Then, with a sigh, she felt her eyelids grow heavy and her mind wander.
Dan was so deliciously predictable. She’d practically choreographed his every move, and delighted in the anticipation of them. She knew she was disappointing Zac with her reruns. But why spoil a good thing? Once you’d discovered Nirvana, why would you abandon it for uncertainty?
Being a veteran jack dreamer, Genevieve knew she was dreaming when she saw Dan’s naked body striding toward her on the deserted beach, wet skin shining under a moonlit sky. He had the body of an athlete, firmly but not overly muscled, hairless and darkly tanned chest chiseled with perfect pectoral muscles and erect nipples. Dan had a handsome, boyish face, belied only by a network of lines that radiated from his warm eyes. His smile stored enough wattage to light up a city. And his dick was pointing right at her.
When he saw where she was looking, his smile turned into a feral grin and he jerked his body forward a few times in an unmistakable gesture.
She glanced from his erect penis to the mischievous expression on his face and giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. With a last coy glance at him, she dashed into the cool surf for him to give chase. The ocean tugged her legs into a slow motion dance. He laughed and caught up to her with a tackle that made her squeal and sent them both toppling into the water. Then he pulled her up in his strong arms and passionately kissed her, tongue sliding deliciously in and probing with the promise of another “tongue” in another “mouth”.
He bit her lip, hard, drawing out blood and a jag of pain. He was rougher with her this time, and she felt something between thrill and brief horror at the thought of beasts and the unexpected. Dan was usually a gentle and patient lover, drawing out her erotic agony for as long
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