Built

By Grace Vilmont

Sophie lives in a world of the near future where wanton sex is assisted by mind-linking technology. People’s bodies and minds are easily enhanced and altered by science. As it is, Sophie wears a nearly perfect body. She loves casual sex that skirts the limits of legality and safety, but when a man she meets at a club follows her home to take every advantage of the technology of her wonderful world, she discovers she’s in a much more dangerous position than she ever could have imagined.

This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic sex, erotic lactation, group sex, adult nursing relationships, lesbian sex, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“Impressive,” she told him. Suddenly her manners returned to her. “My name is Sophie,” she told him.

“Konrad,” he replied. “It’s nice to know the name of the woman I’m already so intimate with,” he added. “Thank you, by the way.”

With a slight grimace she let go of him. “You’re welcome.”

Konrad glanced at the room with the insectoid woman. “Not your scene?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“What is?” he asked.

Her grin was honest. “I think you are. I’ve never had someone like you before. Want to find a room?”

“Well, you do have a wonderful body. It’s nearly perfect. Did you get it through honest, hard work, genetics, or a lot of gene therapy and plastics?”

Sophie laughed. “Hard work and genetics. I’m no phony.”

He looked skeptical. “Really? How am I to know that? I like my women true and honest.”

She licked her lips and glanced at his cock one more time. “Take me to bed and I’ll let you inspect every centimeter of me.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Jan 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311927606

Grace Vilmont

Grace Vilmont likes the more bizarre aspects of human—and nonhuman—sexuality. Much to her own surprise she is married and living in suburbia pretending to live a normal life while the best parts of her life only exists in her mind.

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Built

By Grace Vilmont

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What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?

—Nietzsche

1.

Sophie walked through the club aloof and unfeeling. She was unaccompanied and proud of it. As a single woman she didn’t feel the need—like so many other women—to constantly have a man by her side, even in a sex club. Especially in a sex club. Though nominally the club and its ilk were open to the adult public full membership was only extended to male-female couples. With the one exception of single women who met a certain level of beauty and willingness to participate in the kinkier aspects of modern society.

As it happened Sophie met both criteria.

Those in attendance at the club were from a select slice of society, not the richest and certainly not the poorest. They were the hardworking professionals that kept their technology-bound world functioning. The upper echelons of society would never deign to go to something as mean as a semi-private sex club; they had their own clubs for such purposes. And certainly the lower rungs of society would never be admitted—they either didn’t have the education or money to join. While Sophie wasn’t a member of the uber-rich she rubbed elbows with them on a regular basis and had been invited—and attended—their clubs on more than one occasion, but she preferred to be with her own type where she was most comfortable.

Walking through the interconnected rooms Sophie took