Passionate Cravings: An Anthology of Erotic Fiction

By Mie Suzuki

Women testing out their fully-functional robots. Men falling in love with new women, or reconnecting with their exes. A classmate ready to provide a helping hand, or a masseuse eager to teach you what two can do. An exhibitionist roommate or a submissive coworker, both of whom have plans of their own. Read within to discover their stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mie Suzuki
• Release date: Dec 5, 2020

Mie Suzuki

I'm an amateur authoress who enjoys writing erotic fiction. Thank you for reading!

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Passionate Cravings:

An Anthology of Erotic Fiction

By Mie Suzuki

Published by Mie Suzuki at SmashWords

Copyright 2020 Mie Suzuki

Table of Contents

A Girl and Her Bot

Meeting Lauren

Test Relief

I’ve Always Craved You

How to Give a Man a Happy Ending

Masturbate for Me

The Essential Free Use Receptionist

A Girl and Her Bot

This is way too much, Liz! There’s no way I can accept this! How much did this cost you?

Don’t worry about it, the company paid for it. Think of it as a Christmas bonus. I told Gary he could either pay for a home service android, hire you a full-time assistant, or let you have a mental breakdown from overwork. And after we went over the numbers, the android was the cheapest option, she explained over the phone.

I’m touched by his concern for my well-being. Hooray for generating greater profit than the cost of a robot, I guess. I sat down on top of a box bigger than I was. The outside was blazoned with the various tasks the android could perform around the house: cleaning, massage, laundry, lawn care, even cooking. It allegedly knew more than three hundred recipes, but I wondered how many of them were very good. Could I even think of three hundred dishes I would willingly eat? Still, it couldn’t be a worse chef than I was. And it’d be a huge help to not have to worry about any household chores while we were getting ready for go-live. Ooh, it cooks! Well, if a faceless corporation paid for it, I guess I can accept it.

You’ll love it, Michaela. I picked it out just for you. It’s got all the extras. You’re not going to have to lift a finger. So save all that finger energy for typing out code, okay?

"Sooo does anyone at work value me as a person, or?"

Nope. Codemonkey only.

Awesome. Thanks for the robot, Liz. I’ll take good care of it probably. So long as it can’t get depressed once it realizes how monotonous my diet is.

"Who knows? Maybe this will be your motivation to eat healthier: avoiding death by frustrated chefbot. Enjoy it, Michaela. You deserve it. Make sure you take advantage. It’s got a lot of good features. Bye!"

Bye, Liz! The call ended. Well, time to unwrap it. I grabbed a knife and began cutting. Although, really, a packaged robot should just be able to burst out of its box on command like an awakened mummy eager to curse some archaeologists. I removed the top of the box and struggled with the Styrofoam insert, finally removing it and getting my first look at my new robot.

It lay inside its white sarcophagus, eyes closed, wearing a stereotypical butler’s uniform, looking exactly like a sleeping man. It was tall, easily over six feet, and broad-chested. I noted with approval that he somewhat resembled a favorite author of mine: Thomas Winston, a handsome man with untamable, dark hair, a strong jaw, and a smile that made me melt in my chair. I’ve lost track of how many times I had read his books. Handbook to the Singularity had changed my life. Liz had chosen well. Out of curiosity, I lifted up its waistband and peered down, but its crotch was completely featureless. There went my naked butler plan...

An image inside the box invited me to scan it with my phone to download its manual. I did so and scrolled through, looking for information on how to turn it on, because I sure as hell wasn’t about to lift six feet of robot out of its box. I had a robot to do that for me. Lifting things was for robotless peasants. Ah, there we go. I reached behind its ear and fumbled for a small button, pressed it, and waited.

A chipper four-note melody played. Its eyelids opened, revealing a pair of cyan eyes with glowing, blue rings around the iris, an obvious signal to any observer that their owner wasn’t human. They focused on me, and it sat up slowly. Greetings, it intoned in a soft voice, tinted with a Transatlantic accent. I am your new Nucai Brand Type 100 Home, Garden, and Personal Use Robotic Assistant. Do you have a particular name to which you’d like me to respond?

I thought for a moment, but the choice was obvious. Thomas.

Thank you. And how should I refer to you?

Princess, I instructed. Unless there are others around. Then, call me Michaela.

Yes, Princess. It will be my pleasure to serve you. You can instruct me to perform tasks at any time and I will follow them to the best of my ability, provided they do not violate any of my hardcoded restrictions. You can also set me to my proactive setting, and I will endeavor to find new tasks that require completion. You can read Chapter Six of my manual for more information, or I may read it to you now.

I’m all set, I told it. I knew the basics, anyways. Nothing illegal, nothing that would harm a person, nothing that would harm the robot, unless necessary to protect a human, blah blah blah. As useful as it might be to have it simply find its own chores to do, having an appliance walking around the house and determining which jobs I had completed so poorly that it had to redo them itself felt a little too judgy for my tastes. Let’s just stick to you doing what I tell you to for now.

Then I eagerly await your command, Princess. It stood up out of the box and gave a formal bow. I grinned. It was a full head taller than me, which, granted, wasn’t that unusual. It was broad, too. Its skin looked real, albeit hairless, but its seams were nearly imperceptible even as I deliberately looked for them. Are there any tasks you wish to assign to me at present, or may I clean up my accessories and packaging and familiarize myself with my new residence? Or, if you prefer, I can narrate my manual to you and go over all of my functions and specialties.

I looked around the apartment. Truthfully, I had been too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to do much at home the past two months besides wrap myself up in blankets and park my butt in front of a screen. At the very least, I had gotten through a lot of anime and video games. But there were crumbled up wrappers scattered about, a nearly-empty fridge, and last night I had used paper towels as a plate to eat microwaved corn dogs. Let’s save the manual for later. Can you start cleaning up the house for now? Starting with your box and stuff. And once you’re done with that, let me know.

Of course, Princess. It picked up an opaque bag from its box and walked off, beginning its cleaning.

I decided I deserved a reward for delegating such an intense workload and ordered myself some mapo tofu and eggplant before sitting down at my computer and browsing through my library. When the doorbell rings, get the food from the drone, Thomas! I shouted.

Yes, Princess, came a distant reply. I could get used to this, I thought with a smile...

* * * * *

But I knew I wouldn’t want to take advantage of the situation. Popcorn. After all, it wasn’t like I wanted to be one of those Robotniks who relied on their robots for everything. Soda. It was important to maintain one’s work ethic. I sighed and stretched on the couch. Thomas stood next to me, helpfully filling my mouth with whatever I so desired while I watched my fifth straight episode of the new historical drama Sertorius. I was fairly certain that people hadn’t been that clean and well-groomed in first century BCE Spain, but I managed to suspend my disbelief in order to enjoy the massive