“Your New Love, Virtually”

by Lynda Gordon

His approach is direct.

He comes in close and slides up your dress.

Strong hands attached to rock hard arms, lift your feet from the ground.

A strength, you measure, to that of a Greek God.

He makes you feel so light and vulnerable, but safe and secure at the same time.

Soft and tender lips tease at the tips of your earlobes.

With a heavy breath in your ear, he places gentle kisses down the nape of your neck.

Reaching your beckoning breasts, his warm tongue traces around your naked nipples.

Your head arches back and your mouth moans.

Moisture between your thighs, builds.

Running a hand firmly up your back, he pulls you forward.

Lips envelope yours with pressure and an aim.

His kiss is delivered with the determination to dominate.

Tingles run through your body. You shiver.

He lays you down, looking you over.

Playful eyes take in their willing prey.

He undresses and takes position.

His erect member is enormous, it enlargens as it navigates its way inside you.

He thrusts with passion and purpose, demanding you accept his courtship.

Gripping him tightly, you relinquish all fears and mimic his rhythm.

Your bodies entangle.

There is no 'you' and 'him' anymore.

You've become 'one'.

His tool balloons within you.

You feel his warm fluid sprouting inside you, like the opening of an umbrella.

Simultaneously, you come.

Juices flow freely down your thigh, representing a white flag.

You are conquered, but content.

His exit is swift, almost unnoticed.

Catching your breath, you dress quickly.

Head still dizzy and legs still light, you head to the register.

The store closes soon.

You can't miss out, you must see him again.

The salesman scans the virtual reality helmet and hands you your receipt.

There is now a new love in your life, virtually.