bead, hoping it wouldn't spill.
It d idn't.
"She's beautiful," I said, watching her smooth midriff rise and fall with her breathing, her sharp hip bones. My focus was drawn up to her supple face. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. She seemed to be moaning softly, maybe imagining the heat and pressure of penetration, begging for it in her clouded mind. "She's so erotic . . . so perfect. I want to touch her."
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Kate said. "One of our guarantees is that our girls have never been touched by human hands. Our doctors, trainers, hygienists—they all wear thick leather gloves when working with each product. Our girls are pure, virginal. However, we do want our customers to know exactly what they're getting."
She used the key on her wrist to unlock the black case. Inside were several devices fitted into foam lining, most of them dildos and vibrators of varying types and sizes. I also noticed a jointed wand folded three times over with a cluster of feathers at the tip. In the bottom left corner was a small, unlabeled pill bottle.
Kate selected a medium-sized translucent dildo that flopped in her hand like a partially erect penis. Then she pressed her thumb to a digital screen on the wall and with a mechanical gush of air the window opened from the top and sank completely into the wall below.
Flora Girl opened her eyes and looked up at us. Her lips quivered and her breathing grew deeper. She raised her pelvis and began to hump the air slowly, rhythmically, curling her toes into the grass. Her movements were fluid, timed, graceful, as if this were a mating dance mastered over generations.
I realized now why she was called Flora Girl. The smell emitting from her pussy was that of honeysuckle, though more fragrant. I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings apart from the ache of sexual desire. Feelings of warmth and nostalgia. Happiness. My vision clouded for a moment until I wiped away the tears.
" The fragrance . . . another of Brian's inventions," Kate said. "Isn't it remarkable?" She, too, was close to tears.
"It feels like being in love," I said.
"That's why most customers never see our other Selections. They can't walk away from Flora Girl."
"There's more than one of her?"
"Yes, we have around thirty Floras in various stages of development."
Kate stepped forward and touched Flora Girl's kneecap with the dildo. Flora Girl instantly responded with a strong exhale of breath and I could actually see her nipples hardening and expanding. Her entire body trembled as Kate ran the dildo slowly up her inner thigh. She began to pant, whimper. Then she started whispering, "Please . . . please . . . please . . ." I was surprised to learn she could talk.
Kate rested the tip of the dildo in the crook between Flora Girl's thigh and labia. She applied a slight amount of pressure and held it there. Flora Girl moaned in rhythm, getting louder and louder, and finally her body lurched upward and she cried out with orgasmic ecstasy, the vines tightening arou nd her smooth honey skin. She cried out again, louder this time, heaving her pelvis and trying to work the dildo an inch to the left.
"The chemical you ingested back in the prep room, in the wine? The girls' brains produce high concentrations of it and excrete it in their sweat, saliva, and vaginal fluid. We feed them a liquid formula of necessary nutrients, vitamins, proteins, and a secret cocktail of chemical compounds which allow the girls to produce the Libido Drug, as we call it."
Kate removed the dildo and pressed a button on the panel to make the window close, muting Flora Girl's tormented moans.
"So when you actually fuck one of them," Kate said, "your body absorbs much more of the chemical than you and I did when we drank the wine. The pleasure you're experiencing now is nothing compared to what you'll feel by just kissing one of these girls."
She held the dildo up
It d idn't.
"She's beautiful," I said, watching her smooth midriff rise and fall with her breathing, her sharp hip bones. My focus was drawn up to her supple face. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. She seemed to be moaning softly, maybe imagining the heat and pressure of penetration, begging for it in her clouded mind. "She's so erotic . . . so perfect. I want to touch her."
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Kate said. "One of our guarantees is that our girls have never been touched by human hands. Our doctors, trainers, hygienists—they all wear thick leather gloves when working with each product. Our girls are pure, virginal. However, we do want our customers to know exactly what they're getting."
She used the key on her wrist to unlock the black case. Inside were several devices fitted into foam lining, most of them dildos and vibrators of varying types and sizes. I also noticed a jointed wand folded three times over with a cluster of feathers at the tip. In the bottom left corner was a small, unlabeled pill bottle.
Kate selected a medium-sized translucent dildo that flopped in her hand like a partially erect penis. Then she pressed her thumb to a digital screen on the wall and with a mechanical gush of air the window opened from the top and sank completely into the wall below.
Flora Girl opened her eyes and looked up at us. Her lips quivered and her breathing grew deeper. She raised her pelvis and began to hump the air slowly, rhythmically, curling her toes into the grass. Her movements were fluid, timed, graceful, as if this were a mating dance mastered over generations.
I realized now why she was called Flora Girl. The smell emitting from her pussy was that of honeysuckle, though more fragrant. I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings apart from the ache of sexual desire. Feelings of warmth and nostalgia. Happiness. My vision clouded for a moment until I wiped away the tears.
" The fragrance . . . another of Brian's inventions," Kate said. "Isn't it remarkable?" She, too, was close to tears.
"It feels like being in love," I said.
"That's why most customers never see our other Selections. They can't walk away from Flora Girl."
"There's more than one of her?"
"Yes, we have around thirty Floras in various stages of development."
Kate stepped forward and touched Flora Girl's kneecap with the dildo. Flora Girl instantly responded with a strong exhale of breath and I could actually see her nipples hardening and expanding. Her entire body trembled as Kate ran the dildo slowly up her inner thigh. She began to pant, whimper. Then she started whispering, "Please . . . please . . . please . . ." I was surprised to learn she could talk.
Kate rested the tip of the dildo in the crook between Flora Girl's thigh and labia. She applied a slight amount of pressure and held it there. Flora Girl moaned in rhythm, getting louder and louder, and finally her body lurched upward and she cried out with orgasmic ecstasy, the vines tightening arou nd her smooth honey skin. She cried out again, louder this time, heaving her pelvis and trying to work the dildo an inch to the left.
"The chemical you ingested back in the prep room, in the wine? The girls' brains produce high concentrations of it and excrete it in their sweat, saliva, and vaginal fluid. We feed them a liquid formula of necessary nutrients, vitamins, proteins, and a secret cocktail of chemical compounds which allow the girls to produce the Libido Drug, as we call it."
Kate removed the dildo and pressed a button on the panel to make the window close, muting Flora Girl's tormented moans.
"So when you actually fuck one of them," Kate said, "your body absorbs much more of the chemical than you and I did when we drank the wine. The pleasure you're experiencing now is nothing compared to what you'll feel by just kissing one of these girls."
She held the dildo up
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