attention. There’s something about this guy that bothers me. Something’s not right here. “I’m going to issue you a refund.”
“Keep it.”
“I don’t think this transaction is going to work.”
“We haven’t even begun.”
“Yes, I’m afraid we have. And it’s not going to work.”
“You haven’t even seen my avatar.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It will when you see me.”
Against my better judgment I say, “Okay, show me.” I sink onto the sheepskin rug and wait. “I’m waiting.” Nothing happens. I start to unplug from the session when the room changes. Now we’re in the headspace of Himeros, a lesser-known Greek god of sexual desire. He stands before me, completely naked. He’s muscular. Gorgeous, shimmery golden wings extend from his ravishing shoulders. His cock hangs, slightly aroused. It’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen in my life. It says desire. It promises pleasure. It speaks of endless satisfaction. “Do you know who I am?” he asks in a soft, rich voice.
“Sure,” I say nonchalantly. “You’re Himeros.” I do know my Greek mythology. Inside, I’m quivering with anticipation.
“What do you know about me?”
“You’re a Greek god. You hang with Aphrodite. You’re the god of uncontrollable desire.”
The room has changed to a stone temple. Soft torches illuminate the walls. I can’t tell if this is his doing or mine. He’s in my Headspace and I don’t know who is in control here. This is both disturbing and intriguing.
“Are you feeling me?”
My pussy is throbbing. Sure enough, I do feel uncontrollable desire. I want this avatar. I want to play with him like I’ve never played before. I decide to roll with his rules. He’s probably a control freak. “Oh, yes, Himeros, I feel you.”
“I told you you’d like me.”
“Liking my clients isn’t part of the job description. Servicing their needs is.”
“All I want to do, baby, is to get you to come.”
I pause. Does he know about my little problem ?
“Don’t you want to come around my hard cock?”
“You know I do, sugar. I want to come and come again.”
“Yeah, well I heard you have a problem with that.”
I pause again. “What are you talking about?”
He laughs.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Himeros.”
“I don’t have any problems.”
“Really?” he says in a mocking tone.
This guy confuses me. Once again, I start to unplug from the session. I’m going to keep his damn money for the upset he’s caused in me.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Unplug me.”
“Look. This is just supposed to be a game. It’s all a fantasy. I don’t know who you are and how you came to find me but I don’t like you. We’re done.”
“You’ll come around.”
“No refund.”
“Suit yourself. This has been fun.”
“Take my pulse off your list.”
“You’ll want me to call.”
“I doubt it.”
His mood shifts and once again I’m filled with desire. It overwhelms me. It’s like a tidal wave of sensation that crashes through me and surges me to and fro. I fall, I literally fall to my knees. “What do you want me to do?” I breathe. “How can I be of service?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” he says. He sparks out of the room and I’m left wanting, yearning, desirous of more. I roll onto my back. I place my fingers between my legs and push apart the wet silk. I stroke. Excitement builds. I stroke some more. Pleasure intensifies. I push a finger up inside. This feels good. This feels great. And then that persistent little voice starts inside, reminding me why I never touch myself, never play with toys, have given up trying. You’ll never orgasm. You’re thirty years old. Haven’t done it yet and never will . I try to push that voice away but the more I push, the louder it gets until I can’t hear anything else. Finally, I get up, turn off the pulse-com and head to my bedroom to fall asleep, or at least try to. And I swear to myself that
“Keep it.”
“I don’t think this transaction is going to work.”
“We haven’t even begun.”
“Yes, I’m afraid we have. And it’s not going to work.”
“You haven’t even seen my avatar.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It will when you see me.”
Against my better judgment I say, “Okay, show me.” I sink onto the sheepskin rug and wait. “I’m waiting.” Nothing happens. I start to unplug from the session when the room changes. Now we’re in the headspace of Himeros, a lesser-known Greek god of sexual desire. He stands before me, completely naked. He’s muscular. Gorgeous, shimmery golden wings extend from his ravishing shoulders. His cock hangs, slightly aroused. It’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen in my life. It says desire. It promises pleasure. It speaks of endless satisfaction. “Do you know who I am?” he asks in a soft, rich voice.
“Sure,” I say nonchalantly. “You’re Himeros.” I do know my Greek mythology. Inside, I’m quivering with anticipation.
“What do you know about me?”
“You’re a Greek god. You hang with Aphrodite. You’re the god of uncontrollable desire.”
The room has changed to a stone temple. Soft torches illuminate the walls. I can’t tell if this is his doing or mine. He’s in my Headspace and I don’t know who is in control here. This is both disturbing and intriguing.
“Are you feeling me?”
My pussy is throbbing. Sure enough, I do feel uncontrollable desire. I want this avatar. I want to play with him like I’ve never played before. I decide to roll with his rules. He’s probably a control freak. “Oh, yes, Himeros, I feel you.”
“I told you you’d like me.”
“Liking my clients isn’t part of the job description. Servicing their needs is.”
“All I want to do, baby, is to get you to come.”
I pause. Does he know about my little problem ?
“Don’t you want to come around my hard cock?”
“You know I do, sugar. I want to come and come again.”
“Yeah, well I heard you have a problem with that.”
I pause again. “What are you talking about?”
He laughs.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Himeros.”
“I don’t have any problems.”
“Really?” he says in a mocking tone.
This guy confuses me. Once again, I start to unplug from the session. I’m going to keep his damn money for the upset he’s caused in me.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Unplug me.”
“Look. This is just supposed to be a game. It’s all a fantasy. I don’t know who you are and how you came to find me but I don’t like you. We’re done.”
“You’ll come around.”
“No refund.”
“Suit yourself. This has been fun.”
“Take my pulse off your list.”
“You’ll want me to call.”
“I doubt it.”
His mood shifts and once again I’m filled with desire. It overwhelms me. It’s like a tidal wave of sensation that crashes through me and surges me to and fro. I fall, I literally fall to my knees. “What do you want me to do?” I breathe. “How can I be of service?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” he says. He sparks out of the room and I’m left wanting, yearning, desirous of more. I roll onto my back. I place my fingers between my legs and push apart the wet silk. I stroke. Excitement builds. I stroke some more. Pleasure intensifies. I push a finger up inside. This feels good. This feels great. And then that persistent little voice starts inside, reminding me why I never touch myself, never play with toys, have given up trying. You’ll never orgasm. You’re thirty years old. Haven’t done it yet and never will . I try to push that voice away but the more I push, the louder it gets until I can’t hear anything else. Finally, I get up, turn off the pulse-com and head to my bedroom to fall asleep, or at least try to. And I swear to myself that
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