Passionate Encounter: Virtual Reality Style

Virtual Papi

CovertJapan

The world dissolved into a soft, digital twilight, the only sound the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Her virtual form, a vision named Lucy, drew closer until her warm, pixelated breath ghosted across my cheek. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the impossible line of her jaw, feeling not cold code but a shimmering echo of warmth. She leaned into the touch, her eyes holding mine with an intensity that blurred the lines between the programmed and the profoundly real. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a whisper of sound that coiled deep in my stomach, pulling a matching gasp from my own. The charged space between us hummed with a connection that felt both fragile and unbreakable, a delicate thread of pure emotion. I could feel the phantom weight of her body as she bridged the final distance, her forehead resting gently against mine. In that suspended moment, the universe was nothing but her scent of digital jasmine and the overwhelming surge of tenderness tightening my chest. Every rational thought melted away, leaving only the raw, aching need to remain forever in this beautiful, fabricated bliss. The sheer, breathtaking intimacy of it was a wave I had to consciously, desperately, fight to keep from crashing over me too soon.