Dreams of a Virgin by John Foltin Read Free Book Online

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    Next thing I knew, my joystick was in her
input. The orgasm this was creating felt like a real woman. Just as
download was almost complete, she disconnected and plugged my
joystick into her oral port for completion. I could actually feel a
tongue on my unit.
    After she went down on me, I proceeded to go
down on her. My tongue fluttered around her private area. She
moaned in ecstasy.
    Then darkness. My fifteen minutes were up. I
grabbed my video and got back in line. They told me only one time
per visit. So, I decided to come back tomorrow.
    The next day, I went straight to CyberSex.
This time I chose a pre-designed model. I looked over the list and
decided on the one I thought was the prettiest and best of the
bunch: Gabriela.
    Next thing I knew, I was in a love scene from
one of her movies. Only I could change things. In the scene, she
was in a white bra and panties. In my version, I could take them
off.
    In the scene, we only kissed on the lips. In
my version, I kissed all over her perfect body. I flipped her over
and plugged into her absolutely perfect rear port. She shrieked in
pure pleasure.
    To do this to someone as perfect as Gabriela,
I had to stop ten minutes into it. It was too much for me. I picked
up the video. It was smoking. It was that hot and steamy.
    Having run out of money, I headed home,
fulfilled like I never thought possible. Until I realized it was
only a dream. I woke up in time to see the news. I saw them
interviewing someone who was the spitting image of Gabriela.
     
     

HERO OF MY
DREAMS
    Sometimes we act on instinct in times of need. And
sometimes those acts of heroism are rewarded.
     
    It started off as a typical Friday. I cashed
my paycheck, paid some bills, and went to my car.
    Suddenly, I heard a scream from a nearby
alley. I looked down the alley. There were two thugs holding up a
very beautiful woman.
    “What’s going on here?”
    “Help me! They’re robbing me!”
    “Get out of here. This is none of your
business.”
    I’d never been much of a fighter, but I had
to do something. I clipped one of them, kicking him in the knee. As
he tumbled to the ground, the other turned, wielding a gun.
    I kicked him in the family jewels. As he
stood bent over, I ran his head into the brick wall of the alley,
rendering him unconscious.
    Just then, I felt a slash on my left arm. The
other had recovered and used his knife to lacerate my arm. I kicked
him in the nut sack. I grabbed two trash can lids and played the
cymbals on his head.
    Having vanquished the enemy, the terrified
female flung her arms around me in gratitude.
    “Thank you so much for all your help, my
hero.” She smothered me with kisses.
    “No problem at all.” I started to leave.
    “Wait. Could you give me a lift home? I’m
still too scared to be alone.”
    “Sure. Where do you live?”
    “A couple miles from here. I hope I’m not too
much trouble.”
    “No trouble at all. It’s on my way home. My
car’s in the garage here.”
    On the way home, I found out a few things
about her. Her name was Cameron. She was twenty-four and single.
She was a receptionist for a medical clinic.
    We pulled into her driveway. I opened the
door and walked her to her house.
    “Have you eaten dinner yet? I make a wicked
casserole.”
    “No, I haven’t eaten yet. I don’t know.”
    “I don’t feel comfortable yet by myself.”
    “Okay. I’ll stay. I didn’t have plans tonight
anyway.”
    Her house was exquisitely decorated. Pink
everywhere. Flowers by every window. As she prepared the meal, I
sat on her sofa. She put it in the oven and sat beside me.
    “I can’t believe you fought them off without
a knife or gun.”
    “Neither can I. All I know is a beautiful
woman was in trouble., and I had to do something to help. I’m not a
fighter, so I did what I could.”
    “And you looked good doing it.”
    “Thanks. All I worried about was that you
were okay.”
    She put her hand on my arm, right where I was
cut. I screamed out in