I’d like to share with you the story of how I met the lust of my life. Yes, I mean the lust of my life, the one person who I look forward to seeing every day. Not that I see her every day. I suppose that’s a good thing. How can a sexual relationship stay fresh if you indulge in it that often?
Her name is Amanda.
I should say she goes by Amanda. I’ve never questioned this. It suits her. A French name for an exotic woman with almond-shaped eyes with irises the deep brown color of the skin of an almond. I think it’s fair to say that her skin is close to the color of the meat of an almond as well, though we have never met face to face.
This may seem a contradiction to you, but technology is a wonderful thing. In case you are visiting Lush Stories for the first time a brief history may be in order. If you lived through the last 15 years of A.I. you will know this already.
Artificial Intelligence was rudimentary at best until the year 2020. At that point in time, AI changed from a massive search engine running at about 4 gigahertz to a platform that could consolidate information running at over 9 gigahertz. It could bookmark, store, and sort information into what is most needed, and could build connections between data that, on the surface, were not related at all. This neural networking suddenly mimicked the workings of a human brain's synapse structures in a way that could produce literature and art that might pass as created by a human.
It could carry on a text conversation, and you might not know you were interacting with a computer. Lush Stories chat rooms started converting to voice interaction instead of text soon after.
By 2025, AI had developed the ability to communicate feelings, use contractions effectively, and to make realistic emotional sounds. It could simulate pouting, or excitement, or trepidation. Scientists used AI to perfect Virtual Reality. Through a headset, a computer could take you anywhere in the world. You could interact with anyone verbally, but you of course couldn’t feel them.
Lush Stories chat rooms started converting to VR.
But in 2030, AI built the first neural feedback device. Scientists asked AI if it could be done, and it did it! By 2035, it was readily available at a reasonable price point. You could now talk with Albert Einstein and shake his hand. You could spar with Mohammad Ali and feel the punches. You could hire a prostitute for a blowjob and cum without ever touching yourself.
Lush Stories chat rooms became a sex club.
To be clear, this is not a story about the evils of Artificial Intelligence. It is not a warning about the downfall of humanity. It is a story of sexual evolution. Everything you read took place and was as real to me as the cock in my hand.
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I entered the chatroom on Monday.
Those of you who are young and have lived with VR most of your lives will think me a doddering old fool, but I was surprised as I connected to Lush to be greeted by a most feminine voice.
“Hello, John. Welcome to the Lush chat rooms. Let’s get you ready.”
“What do you mean, ‘let’s get you ready’?”
“How do you wish to be presented?
Lush allows you to present in the chatrooms to satisfy your mood. Let me walk through some basic questions. The more detail you provide, the more your avatar will suit your mood. You should keep in mind that the more your avatar deviates from your actual appearance the more disappointed a person with whom you choose to meet in real life will be.”
“Okay. What would you like to know?”
“Would you like to present as male, female, or other today?”
“Male.”
“What age?”
“Sixty. Make that fifty-five.”
“Body type?”
“Athletic. No, let’s try average. Can you tighten up my face just a bit?”
“Of course! Thank you for the additional detail. Skin color?”
“Normal.”
“Do you mean your natural color?”
“Yes.”
“Endowment?”
“Eight inches. No, make that my actual size.”
“I need a reference number.”
“Six inches, err, six and a half.”
“Would you like that measured should you become visibly erect?”
“NO!”
“As you wish. Would you like to set a pain threshold?”
“What?”
“Should you engage in any masochistic behavior, do you want to put a limit on the pain feedback?”
“I’m not planning on it, but sure.”
A tingling feeling started in my hand. Once every second the tingling became stronger, and I started to recognize it as unpleasant. This continued until I said, “Stop!”
“Your threshold is set. Would you like to adjust the pleasure feedback?”
Thinking she meant limiting my pleasure I replied, “No.”
“What would you like to be wearing?”
“How about a gray button-up shirt, black slacks, and black socks and sneakers.”
“Should I set that as your default outfit?”
“Sure.”
“Are there any details you would like added?”
“I think that is good.”
“I will set this as your default profile. If in the future you wish to change anything just say something the next time you enter Lush.”
“Okay. Now what?”
“What room would you like to enter? No nudity or sexual contact is allowed in the lounge.”
I’ve always found shemales extremely erotic. “Is there a room that might have shemales in it?”
“We have a CD/Trans room that caters to crossdressers, transitioning individuals, and those who are looking for such.”
“That one.”
A door appeared in front of me.
The AI voice said, “Just think about what you want to do and it will happen. If you wish to talk to someone you will have to speak out loud. Enjoy your time in Lush.”
I walked through the door and walked into a new life. The size of the room was indeterminate. One area had small tables and chairs where people could sit and visit. Some were leaning into each other and whispering softly. Through some trick of the VR no matter how close you were apparently unless you were sitting at the table you couldn’t hear what was being said. There were several screens around the room. Some of them had pictures or videos on them.
I heard someone say, “Show tranny twenty-three.”
The screen they were looking at came to life, and a video of a pre-op trans female masturbating started to play. She was dressed in white lingerie, lying on a bed. Soon she was shooting streams of cum that flew across her body and landed on her face. Her mouth was open to try and catch the sweet treat she was providing herself. My cock started to grow.
I looked around the room and took in the people. Most appeared in their twenties. A few were completely nude. Others were wearing lingerie. None were fully dressed, except me.
It played on a loop until the man next to me said, “End play.”
I turned and looked at a strikingly handsome man, about thirty, very athletic, who was wearing a thong that was barely hiding a large package.
“Is it your first time here?” he asked.
“Is it that obvious?” I chuckled, knowing the answer.
“Do you have a clip of what you are interested in you can share?”
“I don’t know how.”
“Just look at the screen you want it to show on, and say play, and the file name.”
“And if I don’t know the file name?”
“Think browse media, look at the scroll bar until it is showing, then look at it and say play.”
I did as he said and located a clip of a man being pegged while bent over the back of a couch and said, “Play.”
The clip started playing. It was one of my favorite pegging clips, and I realized that it was exactly what I was in the mood for today.
“Does it have to be a female?” mister perfect asked.
“Yes.”
“Too bad. Let me show you around.”
He took me very near one of the tables. There were two people, each in lingerie, sitting at the table and stroking each other’s thighs. They both glanced at me but kept talking to each other. There was a small screen in the middle of the table, but nothing was playing.
