Conversation Before Sleep
We were lying in the bedroom attached to the massage room, chatting before sleep.
"Human sensations are far more incredible than I ever imagined," Chloro murmured from atop me. She preferred this to something like a lover's arm for a pillow. The feeling of skin touching skin, body heat and electric signals endlessly intertwining—it was bliss, she said.
No reason for me to tell her to get off, either. The pleasant weight, the plush softness pressing against my chest—it was a natural sedative in itself. Kneading her resilient ass and stroking the curve of her waist was a feast for all five senses.
"What did sensations feel like in your imagination?"
"Like a tiny keyboard. All 106 keys crammed into a handful. Of course, human sensory cells number far more than that. But press one button to hit your target, and dozens nearby get triggered by accident. Then a cocktail of electric flavors floods the brain."
"Like this?"
I pinched her nipple lightly and twirled it. A soft moan escaped her.
Her skin was made of different materials from mine, but the neural pathways transmitting sensations were identically designed. What she felt in her nipple right now was no different from any ordinary woman's.
"Exactly. A bit of pain and tingling, pleasure, and a few subtler sensations too nuanced to classify. Hnng!"
I teased the other nipple with my free hand, cutting her off.
"For someone who's only ever received clear, purposeful signals of 0s and 1s, this is utterly novel."
Mwah. Chloro planted kisses across my chest, then rubbed her cheek against me and inhaled deeply, savoring my scent.
"How's the sense of smell? With all these mixed sensations, I'd bet it hits harder than sex."
"Spot on. Honestly, confessing one thing... sucking cock nonstop during waxing excited me more than being pounded from behind relentlessly."
She gaped her mouth like a crucian carp, miming sucking and releasing something long and thick. Her cheek bulged and hollowed with the motion—lewd as hell.
"For me now, the thrill from diverse, unfamiliar stimuli isn't that far off from pure sexual pleasure. But sucking a cock with my mouth offered way more variety than my lower mouth."
"...I meant perfumes or food smells. Not that I mind everything tying back to sex, but you're kinda breaking the vibe."
Chloro dropped her gaze, looking almost embarrassed. The soft, yielding image of her in my mind cracked a little, but I got it. Even I, with over a decade in this body, spent my teenage years with my head full of nothing but sex. What must it be like for her, freshly embodied and reveling in intense fucking?
"Does this have lungs inside?"
I reached out, touching near her ribs.
"Yes. Breathing is a key part of sex, after all."
It looked utterly human. Her upper body swelled with each inhale, slender flanks shifting to reveal the outline of her ribs. Lower still, her abs. She had every feature of a human woman—except one: no womb. That made her wasp-waist even sexier, cinched tight.
Stroking her firm belly, she grabbed my hand.
"Until just now, Manager's cock was deep inside here. My insides, constantly secreting love juices, were like a honey jar. The sensation of that massive shaft plunging in like a honey dipper, stirring everything up—it's still vivid."
"This thing?"
"Ah!"
I slipped a finger into her hole and toyed lightly. We'd bathed together after our marathon session, washing away the sticky mix of cum, sweat, and nectar. Yet a few touches, and a drop of honey beaded on my fingertip.
I held it to my nose and rubbed.
"Impressive tech. Clear, transparent, excellent lube—and a sweet, honey-like scent. The real deal."
Real women's fluids often carry a tricky odor. Even a short time later, they crust white and get messy. Not Chloro's. Saliva from her mouth or fluids elsewhere? Same perfection.
"Want to see inside?"
Chloro grabbed the PDA from the bedside table.
"Sensors and cameras embedded in the outer walls and deep end. Real-time observation of the cock going in and out, adjusting the inner walls for maximum pleasure."
Sure enough, footage of my pistoning played inside. A one-eyed snake grunting and thrusting in a narrow pink cave. Kinda comical at first glance, but erotically novel. Digestive-like fluids coated the walls, strands forming, snapping, merging with each thrust and withdrawal.
"Honey jar and honey dipper, just like you said."
"Right?" Chloro giggled.
"Seeing just the internals, detached from limbs and torso... sex looks kinda pathetic. Like a lone chunk of meat grunting away."
"But it's hot in its own way?"
I slid the playback bar to the end. Climax, naturally.
Spurt. Spurt. The furiously pounding cock finally unleashed white semen through the urethra. Marked her tight cave with a flood of cream, then slowly withdrew. Empty red cavern slick with nectar, a white pool below.
Exciting in a fresh way from anything I'd seen. But after pushing limits in the massage room, it stirred arousal without fueling more lust.
Click. Playback ended; I set the PDA on the table.
Chloro had rolled to my left. Her right arm stroked my chest; her right leg draped over my lower half, ankle hooked.
"Today's sex expanded my horizons."
"For me, it's a dream come true."
I petted her head.
"Serving with devotion, fierce lovemaking, then lying in one bed talking, resting together. Everything I always wanted."
"How's it feel, now that it's real? Satisfied?"
"Perfectly, beyond words."
Chloro smiled.
"Glad you're satisfied. But won't going back to cyberspace hit hard if you get too immersed?"
Sensory addiction? What word would land right for her?
"I'll be fine. I'm not human. For you, pleasure's like fuel—needs periodic refills, right?"
"Yeah. Fills you up satisfyingly once, but fades over time. Eventually, you crave more. Sex, smokes, whatever."
If this happened two days from now, I'd flip her over and ravage her on the spot.
"But I'm a machine. I store not just memories, but sensations too. Can recall them 100% anytime. Today's pleasure, body heat, fulfillment, satisfaction—anything."
"Kinda jealous."
"Machine privilege. Ahem!"
Chloro posed dramatically. Adorable—I showered her with deep kisses. Tongues tangled in a sloppy frenzy. But offense turned to defense in seconds. Even with my experience, her tongue work overwhelmed me. She stripped me bare like a drumstick in a soldier's hand—lips, teeth, tongue, all devoured.
Mwah. Light lip smack to finish. Chloro laughed.
"Today's experience is precious sustenance for me. No need to envy novel sensations or bonds in books or movies. Just recall this memory."
"Sounds an awful lot like jerking off to porn."
"So mean!"
Orange bedside lamp light—like sunset—bathed her face. Radiant enough to imagine us in a wheat field, whispering. Ecstatic sex washing away abstinence and stress. Warmth sating cravings for human stimuli. Simple pillow talk.
No humans here still, but this woman filled my physical and emotional voids perfectly.
"Ah!"
Chloro perked up, like she'd forgotten something.
"Fun fact?"
"Shoot."
"The cock scan data from earlier, and the vaginal contraction info for your max pleasure..."
Poke. Chloro paused, stifling laughter.
"Sent it via intranet to Rose and Artemis."
"You say she's scary, but you do it anyway?"
One hand kneaded her plump ass, the other tormented a nipple as I spoke. Chloro whined cutely, "Ahn, I'm talking!"
"Rose hasn't read it yet. She's stoic like that. But Artemis? Opened it 2 picoseconds later. Not ignored, not instant—she hesitated before peeking. Ahaha."
Chloro giggled uncontrollably.
"She mulled over dick pics, heehee."
"Hearing it like this, it's impressive. But what if she gets mad? You said she's scary."
After that, we traded idle chit-chat. No future plans or heavy work talk—just pure banter. The everyday normalcy I'd craved.
Eventually, sleep took me. Right before, I heard Chloro's voice.
"Goodnight, Manager."