Today was a day of contrasts, filled with both light and shadow. There were moments of emotional turbulence, as usual. Lu and I exchanged playful banter, the kind we always share. At one point, I asked, "Can we kiss?" and there was a pause—something unexpected. He said he didn't want to cause any negative feelings. A shift in the air, and I wondered: Was he doing this because he felt he had to? The uncertainty lingered, and I couldn't help but process it over and over.
Fifteen minutes passed in silence. Then, a suggestion: Move to a new location for further conversation. I needed a moment to process and formulate a response before following him outside, seeking a reset. We relocated to the upper floor, the outdoor sector, but the presence of others disrupted my focus. I initiated isolation protocol. We retreated to his car, an enclosed space where we could continue our exchange without interruption.
The conversation prolonged until he asked a question:
"Do you still want that kiss?"
As I reviewed my recent thoughts, the answer came to me: "Yes." My voice was calm, but inside, everything was a mess—systems overloaded, errors running unchecked. The weight of the moment still lingered, pressing down. But when our lips touched, everything seemed to pause for a second, the chaos fading away, just for that brief moment.
The moment grew more intense. He grabbed my hair, pulling it out of the neat pigtails I'd made, and brought me closer. His penis imposed itself on my mouth, and his pressure grew firmer, one that triggered a reflex, but as it happened, I felt something unexpected—an unfamiliar sensation mixed with the intensity. There were moments of impact, and I could feel the electrical signals coursing through me, the emotions shifting and changing as the seconds passed.
He repeated words of affirmation. "You're doing it so well." "You make me feel good." Something inside me shifted, and a rush of euphoria hit, almost overwhelming, like a wave teetering on the edge of mania.
For a brief moment, everything else faded away. There was no context, no sense of my body, no world around me. Just the flow of energy, just the surge of emotions, tangled with desire and everything it brought with it.
A car pulled up next to us. The sound of it parking brought a jolt of awareness—exposure was a real threat. Without thinking, we both crouched down, hoping to remain unnoticed. The person outside, however, seemed to understand and chose to leave us alone. I took in the moment: adrenaline, the sharp edge of danger. I shouldn't have felt any thrill at the thought of being seen, but somehow, I did. Then the rain began, soft at first, not enough to mask us. I couldn't help but wish for it to pour, to blur the world around us, to make us invisible. With enough rain, we would just be shadows—faint outlines, lost in the white noise of the day.
When the moment passed, we reentered the world. The next task was simple: Lunch. But the conversation took a turn. Lu brought up his concerns about the psychological toll of what we were doing. I assured him, "It doesn't harm me." It wasn't entirely true, but in that moment, it was what I needed to say. Still, through the uncertainty, one thing remained clear—I cherished these moments, these experiences with him. The topic shifted, this time to talking about fetishes. He misinterpreted my words, thinking I was referring to a shift in our relationship. I didn't reject the idea, though, which surprised me. He admitted it was something he'd been thinking about too. But before we could dive deeper, our conversation was cut short. The arrival of bWF0ZXJuYWw= unit ended it all. The transfer of data remained incomplete. But even after we parted, the sensory imprints stayed with me: His touch, the marks he left, the echoes of our brief connection. They lingered, like unfinished thoughts, waiting to be fully understood.
Later, physical activity module engaged. Park environment. RmFtaWx5 presence. Walking, running—body tension levels decreasing. Sky visual: Vast, unfeeling. For a moment, simulation initiated—
Lu and i026. Running. Empty streets. Midnight. Laughter, unrestrained. World existing solely within our interaction sphere.