You are a cyborg A mecha minded thing Why wouldn’t you be attracted To those who have proficient knowledge in engineering Why wouldn’t a curious thing such as you not crave A master, to make them better? A solution oriented scientist that holds in their mind the key And knowledge both to your Evolution and your Annihilation? The word Engineer holds within it the same resonance as words like generate, genesis, and genie So...

As we left Adam and Michael’s apartment, Morgan ordered an Uber. We didn’t speak a word to each other the entire way home. The night’s events swirled in my mind and I was having trouble even forming the right words, the right questions. I’m sure Morgan was doing the same. But while my stomach was churning, either from Adam’s cum or the fact that I just watched another guy fuck the love of my life, Morgan seemed happy and...

Tired Tiffany dashed toward her next stop, chatting with her phone about the remaining ingredients for dinner and how much time she had left to finish her errands before she had to be back home. She barely made it to the bench outside of the busy strip mall before a torn paper bag gave way. She transferred its contents to a foldable bag from her purse and dared to rest for a second. A kindly man stopped and offered a hand...

It was astonishing what Yuki Aso knew about the candidates she was interviewing for the role. When Taro Takeda entered her office, she knew everything. She knew the types of pornography that he enjoyed. She knew that he had registered on an escort website but never paid for a girl. Perhaps he had been drunk and thought better of it sober. She knew he played video games. She knew he was lonely. They looked each other over,...

It was the night of our second cam show, and Morgan seemed especially excited. She had seemed a bit different over the last two days, in fact, ever since she first saw me in my Samantha character and had her way with me. Even though my body hair hadn't grown back that much, Morgan had me shower and shave again. This time, she told me that I should also apply her floral scented body lotion all over afterward. I didn't see...

At this point, it feels like a dream. Sometimes I still can’t believe that I used to be a straight man in a committed, monogamous relationship with my girlfriend of six years. And now I’m . . . well, I don’t want to ruin the suspense. My transformation story begins in 2009. So, that’s where I’ll begin. My girlfriend Morgan and I met during our sophomore year in college. We were both in the theatre program and instantly hi...

I thought it all started with a phone call, but, as usual, I was wrong. It took me a minute to get up to speed, because my buddy Bruce was talking fast and I had no idea what had fired him up. "Is this what it comes down to, you keeping secrets from me?" he demanded. "Don't go off on another one of your tirades about hidden functions in phone apps! I told you the app would report back to Mark. If you would have written it...

*Sarah is not my real name.*   It was the day of my birthday. I sat at the table in my kitchen, whilst mum and dad watched me open presents and cards. I got a few chocolates etc, then I came to my main present. I unwrapped the box eagerly. “It’s an Alexa,” mum announced. I was really excited to get her going. It wasn’t the shape of a speaker, but the shape of a person, a female. It took a while to set up, set up my accoun...

A virus invaded us from China… When people first started hearing about this mysterious virus in Wuhan China, no one worried.  The WHO told everyone it was not possible for the virus to transfer human to human.  The CDC echoed the same thing and even when it first appeared here in the USA, we ignored it. Well, all the experts were wrong or full of shit. The government ended up shutting down the country for three months and...

Staring at my laptop, I wait for the green light to let me know you are online.  It's been two years and we are still no closer to our meeting than we were that first night.  Why am I so consumed by you? We've never met nor kissed? Though I swear I can feel your desire in your words more than I could with your touch. Staring into your eyes through my screen pretending this is enough. I am yours and you know this, just lik...

  Laura is back in the lab Michael took care of the paperwork. Legal agreements were signed. Within three weeks, we got the keys to the disused plant where we found everything in place We hired former colleagues and we set out to produce Deep Chastity Patches. As a reminder, they could only be installed using electronic putty for precise measurements.   From her experience with prosthetics, Rachel created a color matching...

Being fired is never fun. For me, it was much worse, as I felt my kevlar patch intimately attached to my pussy. The only key has become unreachable, left in the lab of a wound-up company. Rachel was in similar trouble. Both our men were out of town, so having sex wasn’t an immediate possibility anyway. But our long-term prospects were no good. Will we become un-fucked old maids, abandoned by our boyfriends, isolated, chil...

Wednesday The workload was light and it would have been a quiet afternoon in the science lab, if not for my concern about Michael. To be honest, I was the guilty one, because I cheated on him when he was on a business trip. Now he is away again, in a different time zone, and I don’t want to cheat again.  We are doing “online sex” over the internet every day, and I make sure he comes each time. I get aroused too, but I can...

I’m not sure exactly how The Boxx works. That’s part of its allure and magic, I think. Four new branch stores have opened in the city in the last two months alone. I read somewhere that the newest ones are extremely fancy, with bars, spa areas and lounges full of beautiful people, and that the boxxes themselves have special functions and options that cater to every whim and wish you could think of, and even to some you ca...

You lie on your bed. Your phone warms your chest. Your cock fills your hand. The rest, I forge in prurient fire. You listen through the room's solitary restlessness. On your back. Undressed. Aroused. Some are words. Some are not. Both are whispered, out of real time, yet immediate as the throb agitating your grasp. In breathless flow from your high-tech heart of glass, they echo the frequency spun from your corrupt corner...