Neon lights blaze outside my window. Rain patters against the glass, muffling the ad jingles blaring on the street level below.
The whole place smells like garbage.
My small apartment room is crowded by the many take out boxes and strewn clothes all over the floor. I need to clean. I add another meal to the collection, stretching out on the synth leather sofa. It wasn’t cheap, but it’s certainly not a great piece of furniture.
The leather groans under me as I sink deeper into it, watching the same ads play over and over on the television. Same “organic” foods and sex rigs. I’ve tried them all. Most aren’t worth the money.
After awhile, I find myself tracing the joints between my real skin on the cyber prosthesis I just got. It cost both halves of my head, but I’d been saving for months to buy it. My ‘ganic arm was dead numb and I was losing all the dexterity in my fingers. But not anymore.
Flexing my new hand and fingers, it still amazes me how well they can replicate the touch in human skin. My hand is so incredibly sensitive, I can feel even the microscopic changes in surface textures. Doc said it should dull back down after away once my system learns to adjust.
In the meanwhile, it’s time for a bit of fun.
I slip my shorts down. Went commando this morning, no panties for me. With my ganic hand I start caressing and fondling my breast, savoring the pleasure of having a good handful.
My other hand makes its way south. It has a very special mission.
Slowly, I glide the fingertips up and down the sides of my lips. Every little bump, every little missed hair is magnified to incredible detail as explore.
The intense sensations send jitters down my back. I’d never been one for ASMR, but this was definitely not unpleasant.
The mixture of sensory information translates down, and I can feel such exquisite wetness coat my fingers.
This is beyond unbelieveable.
Slowly, I begin circling and stroking and circling and stroking at my clit. Beautiful sparks jolt through me, multiplied by the sensors and just weird newness of it all. I traded a bum arm for something so much more… fantastic.
I work away at my lips and slit, building waves of pleasure like static electricity. It’s indescribable.
I build and edge and peak the waves, teasing them with a promise of crashing. All the while of ganic hand is fondling away on my breast. I do love my titties. Sometimes I wish I could show them to more people, but that would just make me anxious.
With a slip of my hand, I break the edging, causing the giant tsunami to crash upon my beach. I near spray my juice all over my sofa. It’s easy to clean up.
I lay there on my synth leather couch, exhausted.
All the new sensations can really take it out of y.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kjupl7/new_sensations_f_solo_cyberpunk_cyberware_scifi