Fundawear – Virtual Sex underwear: The science
image credit: Screengrab from youtube / Durexperiments.
Food for thought:
- What if you could digitize a loved one’s unique “Feel stream”..to reminisce and play back, after they’ve left? …and even, long after they are no more?
- What if… Durexperiment sold pre-recorded Anjelina Jolie or “Bieber touch streams” (yes I realize he’s 19…tell that to all the women fantasizing about him). Most people would love to buy these add-ons.
We:eX – Wearable Experiments –
The people behind Fundawear are launching We:eX. Also, check out their blog on new wearable technology that helps you “navigate”
An excerpt from page 18 of Memories with Maya describes the experience well:
I transferred the call to the big screen.There she was in all her raw beauty, life-sized, smiling.“Mmm mmm,” she said.I followed her eyes traveling down my body. Two soapypuddles had formed on the polished parquet floorboards,one around my legs and another some inches in front. Igrinned. “You like?”“Gimme now.” Her voice came over the surround speakers. Almost as if she was in the room, whispering in my ear.“I thought you were Krish,” I said, then realized howweird it sounded.“Well, whatever gets your motor running!”I stuck my tongue out at her. “No, I mean he was supposed to call.”“We better hurry,” she said, slipping on the tight spandex triangle. I watched her hit the button on the waistbandand a blue LED lit up. Almost instantly the glove on my sidetable buzzed and moved. Not bad latency! I picked up theglove and wore it.She smoothed a wrinkle in the panties with her barehand, and the haptic pads at the center of my glove came tolife. She smiled and sat on her chair, swiveling around to faceher camera. A better angle. I sank back on the couch, feelingthe cold leather on my skin. She liked being passive in thefirst round, so I slid the switch on the glove from slave tomaster. I moved my finger, relishing its silicon touch on meas I ran slow circles around my sensitive skin. A second later,the image on the screen arched up in the chair, and her eyeslocked onto mine. She must have placed her camera right ontop of her monitor. The call was clear enough to see the rubbery spandex undulate. I watched as I created a camel-toemasterpiece remotely.The haptic pads did their thing and pressed into herwhen I put pressure with the fingertips on myself.Teledildonics was sci-fi only a few years ago, yet there wewere, pleasuring each other without physical contact. Icurled my fingers, forming a fist, sensing the pads of theglove press against my skin and seeing the effect echoed inthe blue spandex triangle on-screen. Her eyes closed.She was not looking at her screen anymore, only sittingwith her head thrown back, chin pointed at the ceiling. Herlegs were spread over the arms of the chair. I ran my hand upand down in a slow rhythm, activating almost all those tinysilicon nubs that covered the inner surface of that marvel ofKorean engineering.I couldn’t resist buying it when I first saw it in a shopwindow on a visit to Seoul. The center of the panties were ashallow trough, the silicon tips no doubt extended to theirmaximum. They were massaging her. There it was, her hotoverbite again. A few moments later, her eyes opened. Therewere those thick lashes that I loved when she butterfly kissedme all over. My hand was moving at a steady pace.“Stand. I wanna see you in full view,” she said.As I stood, she rolled her chair forward, coming closer tothe camera. Her lips and open mouth filled the screen infront of me. Inch by inch, her tongue extended from hermouth. I groaned. She must have heard it on her speakers…she pushed back and watched, smiling in appreciation as another puddle appeared on my floor. I removed the glove andcollapsed on the couch.“Flattered?” I said, blowing her a kiss.She blew one back. “Is this how it’s going to be from nowon?”“I wish you weren’t leaving,” I said.“Long-distance never works out, Dan. How does thisend?”“It doesn’t have to. It worked out fine. Does it matter ifyou’re across town or the other side of the world?”“It’s not the same. It’s not real. What happens if you meetsomeone?” she asked.“I’ll be virtually faithful to you.”She lowered her head. I could have kicked myself…