Read Online Headspace by Calinda B - Free Book Online

it’s our betrotheds! Get away, fine sirs!”
    In synchrony, the twins leap onto the backs of the stallions. One of the horses rears in the air. The men kick the flanks of their steeds, move toward us, and scoop us up onto the backs of the equines. “Hold on!” they shout in unison.
    I’m so caught up in this fantasy I’ve forgotten that it’s all a virtual world. Both avatars cling to the backs of the gods. Our long hair whips in the wind. The men’s hard muscles radiate heat to our breasts and bellies. We’re tickled by hair, flesh, and sweat while the muscled animals beneath us propel us forward, stimulating our kitty-cats to arousal.
    We out-race our captors and find ourselves in a green and blue oasis. We stand at the opening to a breathtaking cave. We’re surrounded by green trees and golden grasses. Below us lies beckoning turquoise water.
    “Care for some refreshment, brother?”
    “The horses are thirsty,” Polydeuces responds. “And I’ve got a thirst that needs quenching as well.”
    The two men shrug, spur their horses forward, leap, and we fall down, down, down into the cavern, landing with a mighty splash. I’m surprised we all remain on the backs of the horses, but in a fantasy world, you can do as you please.
    The horses swim to the edge and haul themselves out of the water. They lower their heads and drink from the cool clear water.
    Castor turns and grabs my Phoebe avatar and lowers me to the ground. He deftly dismounts and scoops me up in his arms. He wades hip deep into the water, lifts my sodden skirts and lowers me onto his shaft where he proceeds to rock me against his hips, making gentle splashes as he moves.
    Polydeuces pivots, takes my Hilaera avatar and moves me to the front of him. “I’ve got wood that needs waxing. What say you?”
    I glance down at his throbbing heat. “Oh, yes,” I breathe, fully engaged with my avatar.
    He coaxes me to spread out along the neck of the roan. I lean forward, allowing my arms to drape around the muscles of my strong steed. I grab onto the stallion’s coarse-haired, reddish mane. Polydeuces grabs my hips, lifts me, and leans into me, entering me from behind. He pumps vigorously.
    No foreplay here , my Hilaera avatar thinks. Unless you call ‘capture and flee' foreplay .
    Nor here ,my Phoebe avatar agrees.
    Still, when the men release inside of us, we moan, shriek, and wail as if we are having the orgasms of our lives.
    After that, HoloMess 500 interrupts to see if I’ve accepted Himeros as a new client. I haven’t vetted him yet but I’m in an expansive mood so I take the bait. He pulse-coms within seconds.
    “Hey, big dog, who wants to come out and…?” I’m immediately cut off.
    “Can you feel me inside your pussy? You’re soaking wet and I’m big and hard and inside you right now.”
    “Why, yes, I…” I start to stammer and lose control because he’s right. It does feel like he’s inside of me. I take a deep breath. I need to be in control in here at all times. This is my Headspace. “Who wants to know and why?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    “Sorry, but the rules are you tell me who you are, I access your headspace, and then we play.”
    “This is just a game.”
    “That’s right.”
    “So, let’s play by my rules. You don’t like them, you don’t have to play.”
    I’m busy scanning him to see who he is beyond the pixel wall. I get fragments of images, nothing more. He’s wealthy. He’s got a wife—wait! He’s got several wives. None of them know about the others.
    “That’s my business,” he interrupts.
    “What?”
    “You scanning me to see who I am. That’s my business. Now do we play or not?”
    The green lights go off in the corner indicating that the guy has put money in my account for his pleasure. A number flashes indicating it’s twice as much as I usually get paid for a first session. I regard it and frown. The red lights go off in my head. Big, blaring red flags finally get my