Brains, Bunnies and Boners


Last night a man in bunny ears came to my door holding a box full of wires, gadgets, and circuit boards.  We walked past my confused roommates to lock ourselves in my bedroom. After a few moments of small talk followed by testing each component of the equipment, I casually dropped trou.  Kicking my underwear to the side without a second thought, he sat at the edge of my bed and we began testing the sex toy of the future.  For science.

I stood sporting a sizeable electrode-covered, purple erection as this man knelt before me stroking the blinking phallus. Looking dreamily into space, I concentrated on this new sensation and how to communicate it.  He asked questions that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with programming or nerve density.   It crossed my mind briefly that this was a strange situation.  Covered in wires, half naked in front of a man I’m not intimately connected to, waxing poetically about the sensation of him passively stimulating my g-spot. Meanwhile he educates me on the corresponding connections between penis and vagina, sensitivity wise.  It wasn’t erotic in the least. But it did make it more clear what it would be like to have a penis, while at the same time, making it less clear to me how people perform sexually in lab conditions. All I had to do was place a small electrified plug in my vagina, how do couples do things like have sex in MRI machines for research?

This wasn’t even my first time pretending to have a cock.  There was an evening a year ago when I body swapped with a sex partner via his virtual reality machine, during what has become my favorite ever first date.  During that experience I remember being surprised how quickly my brain was willing to trust my eyes and ignore the bodily sensations I was experiencing.  That seeing him touching his cock through the camera on his head as I experienced his perspective through the goggles I wore made it seem nearly instantly like that cock was mine.  The brain is a strange and wonderfully adaptive thing. Later when he fingered me while I watched through his eyes, it was his fingers I related to, it was literally his cunt while we were in the land of virtual reality.

So I’m vaguely familiar with the notion of experiencing a different body as my friend in bunny ear agitates the different sensors on the dildo which makes different parts of the plug inside me respond with pulsations.  I see him touching the wirey and weird strap on, the sensation of that cock hitting my pubic bone becoming enough to fully trick my mind.  The arousal of the plug flitting electrical currents over my internal nerves quickly translates into a thought of, “wow if he keeps doing that I’m going to get a hard on during science and that will be embarrassing.”  Except logically I know I already have a hard on. A big purple one that he brought along for me to borrow. My brain has already made the adjustment in the five minutes we’ve been testing this to believing in the new genitals.

So much so that later when I’m watching porn and trying to get off before bed I find myself much more interested in what the penis is doing in the video.  In my fantasy land I’m day dreaming about doing the penetration rather than being the one penetrated.  It’s all very confusing so I don’t think about it as I orgasm to the thought of any number of attractive women I would enjoy pleasing using my hypothetical cock.

Like I said the brain is a funny thing.  And so is my life.  Just another weird is the new normal kind of evening in my bedroom.