Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler - The Connection

VIP免费

2024-11-24 0 0 32.86KB 2 页 5.9玖币

侵权投诉

The Connection

by Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler

I nervously walked the dawn. I'd been without my connection for fifty-eight hours, but it

felt like fifty-eight years of colorless, emotionless need.

Fifty-eight hours, going on fifty-nine; damn it, damn it, damn it! My need for connection was

so intense that it overrode companionship, food, warmth, and even sex. My connection. All

that mattered.

Fifty-nine hours. I clenched my fists. I walked faster, trying to suppress the screaming need,

but failing miserably. All I wanted was that connection.

People were counting on me. I couldn't face them now. Not when my need was so intense.

Just to be connected for an hour, an hour of pleasure, an hour of delicious sensuality and I

could once again be a loving, thoughtful mother.

But not now, not while my implant throbbed relentlessly; obsessed, unbending, remorseless,

and crying for connection.

At sixty-two hours I was sitting in my chair, plug in hand. My insides quivered with

anticipation. My nerves tingled. An hour, just an hour more.

Somewhere upstairs the kids were stirring, getting ready for school. I should be with them,

not waiting to plug in. I wanted freedom. I lusted for the plug. I hated this. I loved it.

I hadn't always been like this. I'd had a steady job, good income. Then Helene said I'd feel

better about my work if I got an implant. 'Just give it a try,' she'd said so innocently. 'You'd

be surprised at how good it makes you feel. Company will pay.'

It was a lunchtime operation, hardly an hour to wire my pleasure centers, and the med tech

gave me a two-minute connection; a rush beyond imagining! There was no turning back from

that.

The next morning I plugged in as soon as I was out of bed. By week's end I was riding the

ecstatic waves of my implant. The company's connection held the key to all the pleasure in

the universe.

At sixty-two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and twenty-four seconds I stared at the shining tip of

the plug as I drew it to my implant. The voices of the kids faded from my consciousness. I

had no choice. I hated this. I loved it. I could be strong. I was lying.

I connected. It was almost sexual, this anticipation of pleasure to come, this act of sweet

submission.

But there was no rush. No contact. I stifled a scream and frantically checked the clock. I

was early, that was all. Thirty more seconds until eight AM. An eternity.

The monitor screen came on. I felt that first tingling surge. I lusted for more, but, at the

same time, I knew that by five p.m. Friday I would hate this damned, horrible, wonderful

connection.

'Monday morning work downloading, darling,' Helene said deliciously, seductively, tantalizingly.

'Two hundred and thirty-four case-files ready for processing.' Two hundred and thirty-four

hits, each providing an orgasmic rush. I started work with a sob of relief.

Connected.

The End

文档加载中……请稍候！
如果长时间未打开，您也可以点击刷新试试。

下载文档到电脑，查找使用更方便

5.9 玖币 0人已下载

立即下载 VIP免费下载

Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler - The Connection.pdf

共2页,预览1页

还剩页未读，继续阅读

声明：本站为文档C2C交易模式，即用户上传的文档直接被用户下载，本站只是中间服务平台，本站所有文档下载所得的收益归上传人(含作者)所有。玖贝云文库仅提供信息存储空间，仅对用户上传内容的表现方式做保护处理，对上载内容本身不做任何修改或编辑。若文档所含内容侵犯了您的版权或隐私，请立即通知玖贝云文库，我们立即给予删除！

Bud Sparhawk and Ramona Wheeler - The Connection

相关推荐

开通VIP享超值会员特权

作者详情

相关内容

热门标签

举报选择: