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Mark was determined to make this the best night they’d had
in a long while. He cupped one breast through the lace of
her bra with one hand as the other fisted in her hair,
pulling her close for a deep kiss. He wanted to have
patience, give her a slow, beautiful build, but being with
her now he felt like a teenage boy, rough and anxious to see
the end, and all that glorious gratification.
He slid his hand from her hair and down to the strap of her
bra, tugging at it, trying to get it off. He fumbled and it
snapped a little, and looked up and blushed.
“You’re a little awkward tonight darling.” She angled a hand
back to undo the clasp. She slid the straps down her arms
and left her breasts exposed, nipples erect.
Mark rubbed his thumb over the beaded bit of flesh. “I’ve
just missed you, that’s all.”
She tilted her head at him, her fingers pausing at his belt
buckle. “Where have I been?”
He looked up at her startled and sought a way to explain.
“It just…I miss this. We don’t do this enough.”
A grin split her face and his belt hit the floor with a
clank and fingers were prying at the button of his jeans.
“We can always do it more often if you like.” A hand
slipped inside his boxers, found his dick. “I know I would
enjoy it.”
His eyes crossed, and Mark felt more like a teenager than
ever. “Fuck.”
“I thought that was the plan.”
Mark regained control and rolled over so he was on top
again. “It is.” His hand stroked down her side, then
cupped her bottom; he squeezed it a little as his mouth
settled firmly on a breast, sucking and teasing. She arched
against him and let out a moan. Fingers raked down his back
and landed firmly against his ass.
“Touch me, please,” she asked and he slipped his fingers
through the folds to touch her clit. She was already wet
and it made him ache. Her own hand slipped down to play
with his balls and he felt like he could burst as she let
out that low sexy sound.
“I’m ready. Take me.”
She wasn’t quite there. She never was this fast. He knew
that. But the way she was touching him and the sounds she
was making, he wasn’t sure he could last much longer.
“Take me, now!”
This time he followed orders and slipped inside her,
pressure instantly all around his cock. It felt amazing,
the hot, wet strength pulsing around him. He slid out a
little, then back in, still playing with her clit and
touching his lips to whatever part of her body he could
manage.
“I love you,” he whispered against her skin. “I love you so
much.”
His vision blurred a little more with every thrust and he
began to shake. Mark knew he couldn’t keep himself from the
edge much longer. “I…I need…”
“Let go,” she said, arching into him one last time.
His vision went, body tensed and the tremors ran through him
as the orgasm hit. “Becca!” he called out, clutching at her
hair as he tumbled over the edge. Completely and totally
satisfied, he lay on her, glad just to still be holding on.
And then there was nothing.
“Mr. Oreaga,” a female voice crackled through the intercom,
“your appointment is up. Please remove the glasses and ear
phones and replace them in their docking station. Feel free
to take a shower now when you’re done come on down and
schedule another appointment. Thank you for choosing
Discrete Delights for your needs tonight.”
Removing the virtual glasses and the accompanying earphones,
Mark found himself back in the same, depressing nine by
twelve room, with the one, sour bed and small table with the
VR docking set. The walls were painted a dark color and at
the far end there was the door to the bathroom.
Mark turned on the shower and was blasted with the lukewarm
water. He stuck his head under the spray and let it pound
down on his head. It was never different, no matter how
much he wanted it to be. Every time he tried to hold on to
the illusion, it left him colder on the other end.
It needed to stop, should have stopped…but he kept coming
back.
Exhausted now, Mark turned the faucet off and grabbed the
towel that hung on the back of the door. It was slightly
damp and smelled heavily of bleach, turning his stomach a
little.. He toweled off quickly and left it laying on the
floor to collect more germs until it was doused liberally in
bleach again.
He dressed in silence. There were moments where he could
almost feel Becca moving around the room. Pressing her lips
to his shoulder, whispering in his ear, finding some real
pajamas before slipping into bed and asking him to come and
cuddle. But it wasn’t their bedroom. Just a hollow place
where thousands of men and women had come to sleep with an
illusion.
His eyes burned and he wiped at the warm tracks making their
way down his face. He picked his clothes up off of the
little table and shoved them on. He needed to get the hell
out of this place before he couldn’t handle it anymore.
The hallway was lined with other doors, all closed from
prying eyes. There must have been twenty in this hallway
alone. There were more floors. It wasn’t comforting to
realize that he wasn’t alone. It made the act of making
love far more impersonal and cold than it should have been
with his wife.
With his wife.
Mark strode down the hallway and punched the button for the
elevator to come and take him out of this hotel. When the
doors slid open he punched the button for the ground floor
and closed his eyes as he waited for it to touch back down.
The receptionist at the desk looks far too young and fresh
faced to be working at a place like this. She looks maybe
twenty at the oldest and it just makes him feel older as she
smiles at him. “Hey there, Mr. Oreaga? I hope you enjoyed
yourself.”
“Yeah,” he managed, feeling awkward talking about this with
some strange girl who probably never had any need to
consider using one of these rooms for herself. “Here’s the
key.”
“Thanks. So do you want to schedule yourself for another
appointment?” she asked “Also if you’d like to add on any
other locations or women we could do that now. Your account
allows for five locations and three women but I see you only
have one of each.”
The thought of having anyone other than his wife programmed
into a machine and any location other than his bedroom
seemed like an affair. Something he was never willing to
have when she was alive. “I’m happy with what I have now,
Maria,” he answered, reading her tag.
“Okay,” she said, fingers tapping furiously. “It’s always
interesting what people choose. You seem to have a running
date, first Friday of every month. Do you want next month?”
Hesitation hit him for a moment. He should’ve said no. But
instead he said, “Yes.”
“Alright, you’re all set.” The fresh grin stopped him
again, white teeth shining against caramel skin. “We’ll see
you then.”
Mark looked at her for a moment, wondering if he could ever
have another girl like this in his life. One that is alive
and real and warm. Waving the thought away he plastered on
a smile, “Thanks,” he managed.
“No problem. Have a nice night.”
He nodded at her more out of habit than anything else. “You
too,” he said before walking past her and shoving out into
the night.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Mark walked up the street
towards home, through the land of the living that lies
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