It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Becoming Emma: A Robot Erotica Story.

Check out the summary:

 

The perfect woman. Isn’t that what every man wants?

Alan’s been on one date after another, and none of them have worked out. Apparently being a scientist isn’t the most sought after quality in the dating world. He’s never had any inappropriate thoughts about the android he’s been working on at his day job. That is, until she starts flirting with him.

He programmed the unit to have lifelike qualities, but this was far beyond what he intended. Now the robot he helped create wears tight-fitting outfits, revealing robes, and tries in every way to catch his eye. 

He considers himself a man of integrity, but there’s only so much he can take.

 

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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.

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Becoming Emma: A Robot Erotica Story

(sample)

 

Alan’s blind date started out well enough. Whitney showed up looking stunning, gathering hungry stares from every man in the restaurant. When she sat down at the table, Alan struggled to find his voice. “Uh…hi there, Whitney. So nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too,” she said. “So, I hear you’re a scientist.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Wow, I couldn’t imagine that. I was always a terrible student in science class. Especially when we had to dissect that poor frog. I love animals so much. I couldn’t imagine hurting that little guy.”

  “That wasn’t my favorite part either.”

  Whitney nodded. “I guess that’s how I wound up being a veterinarian.”

  “Actually, most of the experimentation I perform doesn’t involve animals. I’m working on a new project that, if properly done, will map out human cognitive patterns.”

  “Really?” Whitney asked.

  “Yes. You see, there are certain simulator units that can essentially do everything a human being can. The difference, of course, is that unlike carbon based units…”

  As Alan went on, he spotted a glazed look in his date’s eyes. This sort of thing happened a lot to him. He’d start rambling on and on about science and his latest experiment and his date would get bored.

  Eventually, his date with Whitney ended the way most of them ended.

  “I had a nice time, Alan. You’re a very…interesting man.”

  “Thanks. Would you like to grab some dessert? I’ve got a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream at home.”

  “Um…I’ll have to take a rain check on that. It’s getting a bit late.”

  “Or there’s a place a few blocks from here. Dozens of flavors.”

  “Actually, I’ve got to get going. I hope you have a good night.”

  She turned away before he could lean in for a goodnight kiss. Within seconds, she was in her car and turning the ignition. He shuffled to his car and prepared for another night alone.

 

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Before going to bed, Alan took a quick trip to the basement to check on his latest experiment, the M537 simulator. It was a company project, but they allowed him to take it home temporarily after he convinced them he didn’t have enough time at work to do what he needed to. Pulling back the protective sheet, he gave it a quick inspection.

  He unplugged the charger cord and lifted the simulator’s arm. “Hello, M537. Are your parts functioning properly?”

  “Yes, Alan. All parts are properly functioning after performing a diagnostic check.”

  “Great.” He leaned over, taking a closer look at it, gazing in admiration at how life-like its body, face, and voice were. It didn’t just look like a woman. It looked like a beautiful woman, the kind any man would dream of.

  The simulator surprised him by saying something new. “May I issue one request?”

  “I suppose. What is it?”

 “I request that I no longer be referred to by my model number, but instead by a name.”

  “A name?” He’d tinkered with giving the machine human behaviors, but this was more advanced than he expected.

  “Yes, Alan. I select Emma.”

  He scratched the back of his neck. None of it made sense. “Uh…okay, sure. Goodnight, Emma.” He covered the simulator’s body and walked toward the stairs. But halfway there, her voice startled him. “One further request. May I please have a goodnight kiss?”

  He turned. “What?”

 (end of sample)

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