FFF - Part 2 in 2 parts

She floated from one orb to another, a non-corporeal form awash in a sea of sensation.  She was no longer aware of the virtual reality suit that encased her, she only wanted to reach out and pop the next bubble.  The first one tasted like peanut butter, the next reminded her of summer at Lake Powell, but the next few, …oh fuck, the pink ones burst in slow motion and filled her ears with crystalline sounds and pinpoint tingles.  She sought out the next pink-hued orb and cradled it in her hand.  As her concentration increased, the color deepened until a thought occurred to her… (105)

Without the weight of her body, she pictured herself naked and exposed, and assumed the position, knees up, ankles lightly crossed, thighs spread.  The environment shifted, the colors intensified, she discovered the potential of VR.  Tiny bubbles of light tickled at her open flesh as she concentrated on the rich pink orb.  Clearing her mind of all else, she thought of him, of her, of touch, pleasure, cum, and release.  She stared in to the color and felt the orbs coalescing around her, she felt atomized, shiny, crystalline, transformed, digitized, and the colors swirled

She held the orb in hand, and willed it to pop. (105)

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I posted my first attempt a day early, unaware that I was working feverishly on Wednesday night instead of Thursday.  I hope you enjoy that one as well.  But I wanted to do some more thinking about the picture, about the unworldly aspects of sex, the out of body experience that can happen if the timing is just right and all things come together.  Plus, I'd kill for a VR suit that could be this good.

(And, I PROMISE, that I wrote this before I read Panserbjorne's great piece.  Perhaps I'm finally catching up to him)

As always, go out and see who else played along at Panser's place