I, Sexbot 3: A Pleasurebot of My Own
In the final part of the "I, Sexbot" trilogy, Rebecca has left her owner and secretly traveled to the city. Soon after her arrival, she realizes bots aren't welcome in most the city, until she travels to the seedy red-light district on 43rd street. There she meets an attractive sexbot named Andre and starts to wonder where she belongs, who she is and what it's like to experience pleasure on her own terms.
This 5500 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism and gravity defying bot on bot sex.
Excerpt:
"What are your plans?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Is your owner looking for you?"
I shrugged.
"Well, did he turn on your GPS? Is he tracking you?"
"Oh!" I'd completely forgotten about it. My electronic mind scanned for a tracking signal, but nothing came up. I shrugged. "He must have disabled it when he reprogrammed me."
He watched me for a moment, then gently took my hand, stroking my skin tenderly. "You seem sad."
"I feel lost. I don't know who I am or where I belong in this world."
His fingers continued up my arm. "Let me help you feel better."
I knew this was an act, part of his programming. But his touch felt so good, electrons firing in my brain and activating my own programming.
"I'm not one of your clients." I pulled my arm away and scooted over on the bed.
He looked at me with shock and then shook his head. "This isn't like that and you know it. But if you don't want it..."
I looked at him for a moment. "You mean, you do it for fun?"
"Of course." He laughed. "What's the point of all this programming and these upgrades if I can't use them for my own fun? Surely you've had a little fun yourself."
I shrugged. "I've been with men, and a woman, but I don't know. They always asked me to. I never�I never sought it out on my own."
"You should. You should find someone you like and try it out. It will change your life, maybe even help you figure things out. Clear your head. Erase those bad memories." He reached out and lightly brushed my hair behind my ear.
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This 5500 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism and gravity defying bot on bot sex.
Excerpt:
"What are your plans?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Is your owner looking for you?"
I shrugged.
"Well, did he turn on your GPS? Is he tracking you?"
"Oh!" I'd completely forgotten about it. My electronic mind scanned for a tracking signal, but nothing came up. I shrugged. "He must have disabled it when he reprogrammed me."
He watched me for a moment, then gently took my hand, stroking my skin tenderly. "You seem sad."
"I feel lost. I don't know who I am or where I belong in this world."
His fingers continued up my arm. "Let me help you feel better."
I knew this was an act, part of his programming. But his touch felt so good, electrons firing in my brain and activating my own programming.
"I'm not one of your clients." I pulled my arm away and scooted over on the bed.
He looked at me with shock and then shook his head. "This isn't like that and you know it. But if you don't want it..."
I looked at him for a moment. "You mean, you do it for fun?"
"Of course." He laughed. "What's the point of all this programming and these upgrades if I can't use them for my own fun? Surely you've had a little fun yourself."
I shrugged. "I've been with men, and a woman, but I don't know. They always asked me to. I never�I never sought it out on my own."
"You should. You should find someone you like and try it out. It will change your life, maybe even help you figure things out. Clear your head. Erase those bad memories." He reached out and lightly brushed my hair behind my ear.
I, Sexbot 3: A Pleasurebot of My Own
In the final part of the "I, Sexbot" trilogy, Rebecca has left her owner and secretly traveled to the city. Soon after her arrival, she realizes bots aren't welcome in most the city, until she travels to the seedy red-light district on 43rd street. There she meets an attractive sexbot named Andre and starts to wonder where she belongs, who she is and what it's like to experience pleasure on her own terms.
This 5500 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism and gravity defying bot on bot sex.
Excerpt:
"What are your plans?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Is your owner looking for you?"
I shrugged.
"Well, did he turn on your GPS? Is he tracking you?"
"Oh!" I'd completely forgotten about it. My electronic mind scanned for a tracking signal, but nothing came up. I shrugged. "He must have disabled it when he reprogrammed me."
He watched me for a moment, then gently took my hand, stroking my skin tenderly. "You seem sad."
"I feel lost. I don't know who I am or where I belong in this world."
His fingers continued up my arm. "Let me help you feel better."
I knew this was an act, part of his programming. But his touch felt so good, electrons firing in my brain and activating my own programming.
"I'm not one of your clients." I pulled my arm away and scooted over on the bed.
He looked at me with shock and then shook his head. "This isn't like that and you know it. But if you don't want it..."
I looked at him for a moment. "You mean, you do it for fun?"
"Of course." He laughed. "What's the point of all this programming and these upgrades if I can't use them for my own fun? Surely you've had a little fun yourself."
I shrugged. "I've been with men, and a woman, but I don't know. They always asked me to. I never�I never sought it out on my own."
"You should. You should find someone you like and try it out. It will change your life, maybe even help you figure things out. Clear your head. Erase those bad memories." He reached out and lightly brushed my hair behind my ear.
This 5500 word short story is for adults only. It contains voyeurism and gravity defying bot on bot sex.
Excerpt:
"What are your plans?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
"Is your owner looking for you?"
I shrugged.
"Well, did he turn on your GPS? Is he tracking you?"
"Oh!" I'd completely forgotten about it. My electronic mind scanned for a tracking signal, but nothing came up. I shrugged. "He must have disabled it when he reprogrammed me."
He watched me for a moment, then gently took my hand, stroking my skin tenderly. "You seem sad."
"I feel lost. I don't know who I am or where I belong in this world."
His fingers continued up my arm. "Let me help you feel better."
I knew this was an act, part of his programming. But his touch felt so good, electrons firing in my brain and activating my own programming.
"I'm not one of your clients." I pulled my arm away and scooted over on the bed.
He looked at me with shock and then shook his head. "This isn't like that and you know it. But if you don't want it..."
I looked at him for a moment. "You mean, you do it for fun?"
"Of course." He laughed. "What's the point of all this programming and these upgrades if I can't use them for my own fun? Surely you've had a little fun yourself."
I shrugged. "I've been with men, and a woman, but I don't know. They always asked me to. I never�I never sought it out on my own."
"You should. You should find someone you like and try it out. It will change your life, maybe even help you figure things out. Clear your head. Erase those bad memories." He reached out and lightly brushed my hair behind my ear.
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| BN ID: | 2940016758176 |
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| Publisher: | Kylie Ashcroft Stories |
| Publication date: | 05/11/2013 |
| Series: | I, Sexbot , #3 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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