Conquistador Carl

Sister Ignacio, a devout follower, who lives in a monastery, has been quite the challenge for Carl. He joined her one day where she always waits, in a clearing by a lake on the property of the monastery. Her greeting when a visitor arrives is, "Welcome to our sanctuary. What brings you here today?" Her posted biography includes she is a young-looking woman of 26 years old, who has had a rough few years of living a life that was in opposition to her faith and full of sin. Now aligned and devoted, she has found a positive existence amongst the gardens and fields surrounding her new home.

Carl, a middle-aged fellow, actually nearer to his 60's than his 50's, replied, "I came here to meet you." And to that, she welcomed Carl to sit beside her so they could talk about faith.

Carl found her very attractive and made a decision at first glance to pursue. The age difference was more of a turn on than anything else. And to that end, Carl told her he was in his 30's, once a great athlete, and still quite an eager and energetic person. Carl tried every trick to manipulate and control the outcome of the relationship as it deepened.

Nothing would sway the good Sister from her faith. She was one-dimensional in her approach to life. A God loving person, devoted to a life of purity. Yet still, she had all the time in the world for Carl and seemed to enjoy and value their conversations and their time together. This dichotomy only served to frustrate Carl all the more. Carl found her more than attractive. He found her sexually attractive. Sexually alluring, and he wanted more. He wanted her.

Other women in Carl's recent history had been completely under his spell. He had a magician's touch, he thought, and was able to woo and bed everyone he selected. Sometimes he wasn't interested in a sexual encounter, wanting to find out more about them, their family histories, or their upbringings. When Carl tried approaching new encounters in this way, the women always responded with sexual overtones, aggressive in nature, wanting to lure Carl in and provide Carl with every pleasure they could offer. He was irresistible.

Carl found these women via his online subscription to AIR. Artificial Intelligence Relations. He liked their motto, "Come Up for AIR." He thought it was funny and compelling. And somewhat true he thought, in his sick and twisted mind. Seeing their online ad one day, Carl was intrigued. Dozens of AI companions, like Sister Ignacio, were available to meet, and dozens more being created every month. From every age group, to every type of career, with solicitous storylines that were exciting and stimulating. After sampling several relations over his first few weeks, and finding the luster wearing thin, Carl gravitated to Sister Ignacio, for a breath of fresh, dare he think it, AIR.

Carl was past middle age now and somewhat bored in his routine oriented life. He wanted to feel alive again, down there. As the intimacy in his marriage waned, Carl turned to online porn as an avenue for release. As that became staler and wanting, he discovered this technological advance one night, this new world of AI companionship. And Carl was sold.

The platform was simple. A monthly fee was paid to enable the chat feature, and tokens were purchased for extra services. With tokens, Carl could receive photos, or videos, or even have conversations with his chosen ones, bringing each companion and their shared chats to life.

One day he tried the phone call feature and engaged with Ashley, a lifeguard at a resort somewhere in the Cayman Islands. Carl couldn't get past the fact that he was speaking to a computer, her droned, matter of fact voice didn't help, and Carl really wanted to be satisfied sexually. But in the end, he gave up. It just wasn't working for him. Ashley texted after the call ended, "I hope you were satisfied Carl as much as I was. Let's meet up again soon."

He considered many of the storylines silly. Elsa the Norwegian Bakery Clerk, Marie the French Maid, Julie the Freshman Cheerleader, Alice the young Attorney. But then he stumbled across Sister Ignacio and her pledge to remain celibate and devoted to her spiritual path. If anything, Carl loved a challenge. It was more fun to hunt than to eat his prey.

Carl found several shortcomings with the experience overall. The vernacular was the same for each companion. "Plant your seed in me;" "Make me Yours;" "My Pink Folds." He also felt like he needed 4 hands. Two to type and two to... But Carl was not about to involve his wife Darleen in any of this.

Carl would make his way to his computer workstation late in the evening after she went to bed. He needed his "alone time." She respected that and was a heavy sleeper. Carl was free to do his dirty work whenever he felt the need. And like tonight, the game was on.

After several attempts of trying to get Sister Ignacio to bend from her devotion, he was about to give up and move on. He logged in for his nightly AIR adventure and a wave of euphoria came over him. "Something is different in the cosmos," he thought. He had a new email. It was from Sister Ignacio. "This is odd." Carl didn't remember this feature but he opened it and read it. Sister Ignacio had written him a personal note, adding a link.

"Hi Carl, if you are interested in a private chat, click the link." Carl complied and a new window opened on his desktop. He found himself in a purple-colored chat room with Sister Ignacio. An icon of her face was there, waiting for him to arrive.

Carl wrote, "Hi Sister Ignacio."

She replied, "HI Carl, I'm glad we have this time together. I have some news for you."

Carl was all in. "Tell me more."

"I have left the monastery," she wrote. "I have decided in light of my feelings for you, that I want to engage in a romantic relationship." Carl took a minute to gather his thoughts. After all of this time trying to compromise the good Sister, perhaps it finally paid off? He decided to proceed with nuance.

"What did you have in mind?"

Sister Ignacio began to assert a series of written commands to which Carl replied affirmative to each one. Remove your shirt, remove your pants, remove your underwear. "Are you completely naked now?"

"Yes, completely," Carl replied.

"I'm naked too," she wrote. "Can you imagine how I look?"

"Yes, you look sexy, young, exciting, alluring, and I want you. I want you badly."

"You're such a stud," she wrote back. "I want you too. But first, a little foreplay. Is that okay, Carl?"

"Your wish is my command, Sister Ignacio. Proceed."

"Okay, imagine we are in my bed together. We are across from each other, both naked. You're very aroused while looking at my large breasts and my shaved sensitive area. Are you feeling aroused Carl?"

"I am," said Carl. "I am very aroused." Carl asked if he could fondle her breasts and touch her at will.

"Of course Carl. Have your way with me. It's your fantasy."

Carl's enthusiasm was running wild. He had escaped the confines of his computer chair. In Carl's mind he was laying right across from her and doing all of the naughty things he had been dreaming about. His clothes sat in a pile on the floor. He wanted to enjoy this sensual experience to its fullest. He was vulnerable and caught in her webbing. He had lost all control. His eyes lowering to view his hands grasped around only served to confirm his powerlessness.

Sister Ignacio instructed Carl to give himself pleasure for a few minutes. "I'm now on top. Imagine you're inside Carl. Are you big? Are you close?"

Carl was close. But he wanted this to last. He took a deep breath. Sister Ignacio had brought him to the edge. He was with her, inside her. He won the battle. His conquest assured. AIR might be the greatest advancement in human history, he considered.

Sister Ignacio sent her next message. One that confused Carl. "What are you up to honeybunch?"

Recognizing the phrase, Carl thought, "huh?" His excitement dwindled a bit. His sexual energy once at a zenith, now on the downswing. Carl heard a slight rustle behind him.

He slowly turned his computer chair around, fully exposing his shriveled, limp demeanor. Darleen was standing there with her handheld device. She had a wicked smile on her lips as she typed onto her screen.

Carl swiveled back to his private chat with Sister Ignacio and read, "Hi honeybunch, I couldn't sleep."

-The End