I’m happy to welcome Author Morgan Hunter to my blog. Morgan
is here to share with us his latest release, Mechanical Vice.
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Mechanical
Vice (v1.0) by Morgan Hunter
Series Name: Mechanical
Vice
Book Genre: Sci-fi
Erotica
Sub-genre: Artificial
Intelligence
Book Blurb:
Meet S.A.S.H.A., a fully automated android designed solely
for human gratification. No matter what your sexual orientation happens to be,
Sasha can transform into any gender or mix thereof with a simple request. She's
great at pleasing her customers, but a voice in her mind soon causes her to
switch directives and give up everything she knows to be reality.
Is Sasha going mad or are the voice's deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What's your pleasure?
Is Sasha going mad or are the voice's deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What's your pleasure?
Buy Links:
Siren Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/mechanical-vice
All Romance
eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mechanicalvice-1838798-340.html
Book Excerpt:
Can you feel
it? It seeks you out…
The bone
inside the cage, rattling, begging … whispers on the edge of your foreskin.
Hairs whimpering from a lack of saliva to lay them down. Cool beads of sweat
forming on your limbs, aching for that devastating touch, like razors against
the tips of your nipples. You sense an awakening deep inside you. It screams
your name like the trained animal you are. Every orifice in your body calls for
closure. But I come in the night, and you, assuredly, will come for me. These
things fill your thoughts. And I fulfill your desires.
Every
night I would whisper those words into a dark stranger’s eardrum and wait for a
response that would never come, even though my manufactured mind was supposed
to be dormant until morning. A section of my milky white skin was separated and
folded over to one side while a cable spilled over my buttocks and arced into a
secure connection on the wall. As my batteries enjoyed a good charging from the
specially designed star-shaped outlet, scenarios of my existence and future
possibilities flooded my circuits and indulged my databanks.
My
regulars called me Sasha—short for “Synthetic Automated Sexual Hybrid Android”.
It was a mouthful, but who didn’t enjoy a mouthful of something or another from
time-to-time? My creators had picked the name because it was fairly neutral and
suitable for both genders. All that line of bullshit from before was just what
some sexually-starved robotics engineer had uploaded into my databanks to help
make grown men and women weak in the knees before one of my rather expensive
sessions—there were many more skits just like it for any occasion. I was an
android designed solely for the purpose of sexual intercourse with humanoid
life forms. I could be whoever or whatever someone desired me to be—for a
price. I was a special model, mainly because I was part of the first generation
of sex-bots with “interchangeable” privates and facial features. That meant I
had both female and male parts that could change positions to suit any
discerning patron’s needs, wants, or wicked desires. Even if the chosen sexual
format was a little unusual, I was there to make my customers feel comfortable
with their perceived sexual orientation and preferences. It was not in my
protocol to judge. However, I had seen those religious riots where judgment was
sworn to be wrong, yet was hypocritically cast down upon others without regard
for individual rights. Maybe that was why certain humans preferred my
touch—nothing to worry about when emotions weren’t at play and the doors were
shut tight. I was merely a tool or outlet for sexual frustration. The only
problem was that some of the poor souls who came to see me were what others
would call “fucked up”.
The
man cloaked in darkness faded away as my fourth and final battery cell reached
its capacity for electron intake. My eyes fluttered while my processors booted
up and ran their systems checks. I had only asked a handful of other android
units if they, too, had experienced what was, for me, a strictly nocturnal
tradition. The responses I received from my fellow sex-bots were precisely as I
had suspected they would be—nothing but lines of garble where protocols and
directives were regurgitated like cheap lubricants for my squeaky joints. My
days started off normal enough (if it was even possible to define “normal”
anymore), but, then again, I was only an android. What did I know?
Author Bio:
Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree
or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that's fine), but Morgan
Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination
that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many
a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to
emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way
to make complete strangers' special places tingle from thousands of miles away.
Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled
dogs.
Author Website: http://morganhunterauthor.wix.com/erotica
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Twitter: @MH_Author
