Erotic Fiction: Virtual World

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I lay back on my bed, the cool sheets beneath me contrasting the warmth spreading through my body. The VR headset rested in my hands, anticipation thrumming in my veins as I positioned it over my eyes.

Finally.

It had been weeks since I last saw him in person—weeks of teasing texts, late-night calls, and whispered fantasies shared across time zones. But tonight, we wouldn’t just be talking about what we wanted. We’d be living it.

The moment the headset powered on, the real world faded, replaced by something infinitely more intoxicating. The dimly lit hotel suite materialized around me, every detail meticulously crafted from our shared fantasies. Plush carpets, a wide bed draped in silk sheets, city lights glowing beyond floor-to-ceiling windows.

And then… him.

He stood across the room, dressed in a fitted button-down, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins along his forearms. His dark eyes drank me in, a slow smirk curving his lips as he stepped closer.

“You look stunning,” he murmured, voice rich and warm, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

I exhaled, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for him, my hand passing through air. Not real. Not yet. But my mind didn’t care. The simulation was so immersive, so visceral, that my body reacted as if he were right here, inches away from me instead of halfway across the world.

“I want to touch you,” I whispered, the ache in my voice undeniable.

His smirk deepened. “Then close your eyes and feel me.”

I did as he said, sinking deeper into the fantasy. The sound of his footsteps drew nearer, the soft rasp of his breath tickling my skin. And then… contact.

A phantom caress traced along my arm, warmth spreading where his fingers should have been. My breath hitched. The haptic suit I wore sent gentle pulses along my body, mapping the exact pressure of his virtual touch.

“Better?” he asked, his voice teasing, full of dark promise.

I shuddered. “More.”

The sensation intensified as he dragged his fingers down my side, over my waist, teasing just below the hem of my dress. My nerves lit up, every simulated touch setting me on fire. It was surreal—being here, feeling him in ways I never had before, knowing he was experiencing every reaction of mine in real-time.

The mattress shifted beneath me, as if he had climbed onto the bed. My pulse pounded in my ears as I felt the whisper of his lips along my collarbone, a slow, torturous path that left me aching.

“I can hear how hard you’re breathing,” he murmured.

“You’re not exactly helping,” I shot back, my voice unsteady.

A low chuckle vibrated through the air. “Good.”

His hands slid up my thighs, teasing, testing, until I was arching beneath him, desperate for more. I clenched my fists in the sheets, my body aching from the sheer intensity of it. The teasing, the restraint, the way every brush of sensation felt devastatingly real—it was almost too much.

He groaned. “God, I wish I could see you right now.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze, the raw hunger in his expression mirroring my own. “You are seeing me.”

“Not enough,” he rasped. “Not even close.”

The headset blurred slightly, reminding me that this was still a simulation. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. We were here together, skin to skin in every way that counted.

And for tonight, that was enough.