Far_Explorer9883, Author at NSFW story

The 30′ bipedal Ribbet class mech was old, battered and ex military much like it’s pilot and owner Shelby.

It wasn’t the same machine she had piloted in the service, wasn’t even the same class or make but it was the best she could afford after her medical discharge.

She had painted the decommissioned Ribbet mech in neon pink with it’s name ‘Barbi’ stencilled across the cockpit in bright green. She was bored with the drab camo colours of her years in the earth defence force.

Inside the cramped cockpit Shelby wore only boots and her neural interface helmet. Her coveralls were stowed under her duct tape patched seat and she was sitting on a folded towel as a cushion.

As the mech rocked forwards she squirmed against the towel. Her naked thighs we’re pressed tightly together the towel caught between them. Her body moved rythmically with the jolting motion of the big mech. The close confines of the machines interior smelt of stale sweat and hot plastic. That was common enough but Shelby’s mech also had the scents of sex, of a body stimulated close to it’s peak of pleasure. Her breathing was strained and excited, barely suppressed moans whispered from her partly open mouth. The towel was warm and wet where it pressed against the swollen leaves of her sex. Read more »

Lightning flashes illuminating everything with hard blue light for a brief moment. I see Lind beside me in the street, a spectral figure wasted to transparency and radiating a hungry chill.

Cold winter rain beats against the drab cobbles and brick of the street as Lind and I walk into town. She moves elegantly like a dancer. I limp with heavy lurching strides. In the distance a cat yowls angrily.

I am bundled in thick woolens and a long coat of waxed cotton. Even so I feel cold. I would be at home in front of the fire except for Linds needs. She has left it too long, faded too much, she cannot feed herself and so I must accompany her.

She doesn’t feel the cold. The heavy rain passes through her ghostly form. She is barely there. The stylish white raincoat she wears is for show. She tries to maintain some appearance of humanity.

I can feel her hunger and excitement as we enter the Inn. She is reacting to the presence of so many warm vital bodies. Her need spills over to me. My own body responds with a damp ache between my legs. My pale cheeks flush. I feel only a fraction of Linds desire but I am immediately eager. Read more »

Author: Far_Explorer9883

Mech Lovin’ [F37][sci fi][robot/mech fetish]