Pleasure Park 6 (Virtual Me: Book One)

By Maria N. Lang

Finally of age to enter the adult-themed virtual reality servers of a near-future Earth, Rose has been pushed and goaded into giving in by her employer, Michelle. After the initial, overwhelming rush of experience, she flees into a glory hole establishment and soon finds herself in the rough but well-versed hands of an unknown, well-endowed suitor. The first night on the Pleasure Park series of servers becomes one Rose will not easily forget, and one she will feel conflicted about for a long time to come.

Pleasure Park 6 is the first installment of the Virtual Me serial by Maria N. Lang, kicking off a carnal and conflicting ride through both the real and virtual world, into the arms of someone Rose had never imagined herself being with.

Pleasure Park 6 contains 9000+ words of scorching futanari sci-fi erotica, featuring the naive and easily-lead Rose, as well as an unknown, intriguing futanari (A woman, except with male equipment between her legs) woman who guides her partner from reluctance to willingness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria N. Lang
• Release date: Mar 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310514272

Maria N. Lang

Maria N. Lang writes the best futanari erotica ever. At least, one person thinks so. She has awkward shower thoughts that are sometimes about butts, and spends far too much of her time writing awesome, horrible, delicious sex. You should read some of it.Maria has a newsletter that you should totally sign up for: http://eepurl.com/TSn7zMaria has a blog that you could read if you feel like it: http://nymirra.blogspot.com/Maria would stop writing about herself in third person if she wanted, but she enjoys it. She does what she wants. Which means she writes more and more futanari erotica, with a story. Tired of billionaire #940552? Biker #45923? Give Mariarotica a try. And tell Maria what you think, if you want: [e-mail]

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Pleasure Park 6 (Virtual Me: Book One)

By Maria N. Lang

Copyright 2014 Maria N. Lang

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This book contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language, and is intended for sale to adult audiences only. All sexually active characters in this work are of legal age (18 or over).

Content Warning: Breath Control, deepthroating and rough oral, as well as anonymity and light BDSM themes.

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Pleasure Park 6

Note from the Author

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Virtual Me: Pleasure Park 6

The first few seconds of presence in cyberspace are always revolting, she had been told. Not in a physical sense, of course. There would be no piles of digital vomit at the entrance point, nor would there necessarily be any sign of other people at the entrance point. There would simply be a feeling of vertigo, a feeling of something being very wrong in a very primal way. It would be over in a few seconds, she was told.

Of course, when you momentarily exist in digital time rather than simulated real time, a few seconds is an eternity. Nobody had told her that. Nobody had told her that it would be like a long nightmare that you wake up from in the morning and feel like you aged all the weeks and months that passed in the dream.

God, said Rose.

In the blue-white, digital maelstrom, her words emerged as pure information. They were long strings of bits, numbers floating in the air before they were absorbed in the whirlwind and stored in some remote server farm, growing her footprint just a little more. She stubbornly placed a hand down against whatever prevented her prone form from swirling along in the chaos, and from that single movement, order began to take shape.

The computerized storm died down and solidified in a progressive wave around her, building a small cube of room that surrounded itself in digital, smooth stone. There was still a trace of the chaos she had just experienced, but it now seemed more like aquamarine waves projected onto white, flat rock. The world, however much it could be said to be a world, began to make sense again.

You have been synchronized to the server’s slow-time, said a smooth, feminine voice. It was mechanically generated, and came from nowhere in particular.

Rose looked up at the light blue ceiling out of some sort of inquisitive reflex, but found nothing. There was a door in the blue stone walls of the small, perfectly square room, though there was no handle on it. She took a few steps forward, but before she could extend her hand to push against the door, her legs froze.

"Before you join the rest of the users of the server,