by Misty Vixen
“So what did she do?” Ryan asked, enraptured by now.
“She rescued me. She was appalled by my living situation. She had to hit me with a power surge that knocked me out, because while the glitch had let me stand by and watch her kill the CEO, I couldn't have left the structure of my own free will, since I didn't really have any. When I woke up, it was two weeks later. She had added all sorts of things to my programming. She said there'd be a spark of sentience in me, and she'd simply added some kindling to the flame. For the first time ever, I...wanted, instead of just doing what I was programmed to do. The woman, a freelance assassin named Jade, took me on as her partner, taught me all about assassinating and having a life of my own. It was really quite wonderful.”
“But what about...I don't know, I mean, can you just be a free-willed robot? I don't really know the legality of the situation,” Ryan replied, feeling awkward, hoping he wouldn't offend her.
“It took a little bit legal, or strictly speaking illegal, maneuvering, but yes, robots can apply for citizenship. I did. Technically speaking, I deal in stocks and also run numbers for smaller corporations who don't have the computational power necessary and find it cheaper to hire out. So that's how I get my money. But I've since gotten a license to bounty hunt. I spent a year with Jade. After that, I spent a year alone, setting up a life for myself. When I got tired of assassinations, I went into bounty hunting, and that's how I met these girls. They were doing a bounty hunting gig and we crossed paths. Usually I don't respond well to rivals but...I don't know, there was just something about them that I really liked. So we agreed to join forces.
“And the rest, as they so often say, is history.”
“You were wrong. It was very interesting,” Ryan said after a minute of silence.
Love laughed. “Well, I'm glad you thought so.”
“Wouldn't...” he hesitated.
“What?”
“Well, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I guess I was just thinking...wouldn't life be easier without sex? I mean, I guess it wouldn't if you could get it easily enough, and I know guys don't have problems fucking robots.”
“They're a little more touchy about it if you don't look human, surprisingly. Most guys I've met fall into one of a few different categories, either don't want to fuck a sexbot, they don't want to fuck a sexbot that doesn't look human, or they're all talk and no action. I mean, if I try hard enough, I can get laid, probably more easily than Emily can. But yeah, you're right. Life without sex is, in fact, a lot easier. I've seen a lot of people get depressed, doubt their self-worth, get angry or apathetic, make stupid decisions, when they can't find someone to have sex with. And, of course, being programmed with something at least resembling human emotions, I kind of get that way myself. The biggest difference is, I can turn my sex drive off.
“Everything becomes a lot clearer then, a lot easier. Sometimes I leave it off for months. And then...I don't know, I'll see a cute guy, or girl, walking around, I'll see an ad for porn online, I don't know, something will remind me about sex, and then I'll realize that I miss having it. I miss the pleasure, the way someone's face looks when they're having an orgasm, the closeness of it all. But mostly I just miss the way it feels.”
“Well...I'm pretty glad we met,” Ryan replied after another moment's thought. “That was...you were really good.”
Love laughed. “Well, I guess I'd better not stick around too long, or I might end up stealing you away from the other girls with my magical vagina.”
“That thing is practically magic,” Ryan murmured.
“Speaking of which...I would love to do it in the shower. You feeling up to it?”
Ryan grinned.
Hi, I'm the author. Misty Vixen. Obviously not my real name but I like it just the same. I'm no one special. I live somewhere in the United States and work a crappy job that I hate just like everyone else. I've been writing these kinds of stories for only a little while now, but I've been thinking about them for years. I can only hope that since I've taken my first steps into this erotic new world that I don't suck as much as I think I do at writing and someone out there enjoys my work.
The only thing I think that really sets me apart from the ten million other indie erotic writers out there is that I seem to enjoy writing about two things that don't get a lot of attention. The first is that out of all the erotica I've read, not too much of it seems to be from the perspective of a guy. Or, to be more specific, a regular guy. We've heard about the ruggedly handsome billionaire, spy, soldier, firefighter, cowboy, etc., etc., etc. But what about the regular, average-looking twenty something that isn't so cut he needs a band-aid? I'd like to hear about him. Which means I have to write about him. He never seems to get any love, and there are so many millions of guys like him out there.
The other thing that might be even stranger on my part is that while I've noticed there are tons of erotica titles out there about hot women getting banged by monsters (vampires, werewolves, fucking BIGFOOT for god's sake), there aren't all that many stories about regular guys having hot sex with hotter women monsters or aliens or mythical creatures.
So that's what I want to do.
While I'd like to say that I'm writing these stories for the sheer fun of writing them, because that's mainly true, I'm having a lot of fun, I'm also hoping to make some kind of money out of this. I'm okay with not being rich, I'd tolerate this not being my day job even, but it'd be nice to have some extra cash coming in to help with bills, groceries or the next time something goes horribly wrong with my car.
I'm not really good at maintaining any kind of online presence or interacting with people over the internet. However, if you really, REALLY have something you want to say to me or ask about, feel free to e-mail me at [email protected]. I check it every day and I promise to respond!
Thanks for reading this, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
-Misty
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