With a coy smile she bit her bottom lip, “I’m nervous, it is my first time you know?”

Blushing a little, she went on, “Well my first time since … changing.”

Smiling, he pulled her in close, causing her hands to fall upon his bare chest. He felt strong and defined. She pulled away slightly and with one finger, traced the lines of his tattoos down towards his abdomen, rising and falling with the contours of his muscles. His smell was as intoxicating as it was subtle.

She knew he didn’t really smell like that, or, for that matter, possess that body. She knew that at some level, it was all just a beautiful illusion, conjured by the connection formed between their combined software. Something to do with neuro transmissions, projection overlays, and schema reconstruction…

I never intended to cheat, yet here we are. Every time we catch up I swear to myself that I will end it. Then of course we fuck, and I vow that it will be the last time. I hold out a day or even a week, but inevitably I find myself reaching for my phone and messaging her. Rinse and repeat.

She has become my mistress, and I am a slave to her every whim…

“Do you think they would go for it? I mean, I know men talk the talk, but underneath all that bravado, they really are just scared little boys playing adult,” said Alisa twirling her keys in her fingers.

Suri smiled at her from across the booth and took a sip of her gin and tonic, “We just have to make them think it was their idea. Make them be the ones to bring it up, and when they do, we just push back a little. Play jealous and let them fret over how they will convince us to do it…”

Good authors are like an intuitive lover, when you let them in, they will fuck your mind in the most delightful way.

They will tease, entice, and edge you.

They will scare you in the best ways, pushing you beyond your perceived limits and into new worlds of excitement and ecstasy.

You can of course say no.

You can put the book down and walk away.

But if an author is good at what they do, you will be craving more…

Aniyah gave a well-practiced smile and wink at the client who was appearing in the waiting room. Designed to be both welcoming, flirty, and suggestive at the same time, she had perfected the technique after hours of mirror work. She was lucky; the ability to work with mirrors in the dream space was rare, and thus she was highly prized within establishments such as this…

A long time ago, Society and Tradition got married.

Initially they lived in bliss, and humanity prospered. Great cities were erected, laws were created, money was invented, and religions were discovered.

But over time Tradition grew discontented with Society, for Society was always changing, and in turn was constantly pressuring Tradition to change as well. Tradition believed that whilst sex was necessary, it was in fact a necessary evil. One to be tolerated, but also shunned. Sex was best performed via ritual, only ever to be used for procreational purposes…