You are in your room. There are red shades and woodgrain on the walls. You are female. One of your best male friends is coming over. You really like him. You’ve dreamed about this since you met him. He thinks he’s coming over to help you with homework, but you’re going to show him the time of his life.
He walks into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that says “I’m not gay.” His face shows no emotion as he sits down at his desk.
“So what brings you here?” You ask.
His eyes dart around the room before settling on yours. He looks away quickly and gives an embarrassed smile. The way he does it makes you feel sexy.
You place your hand on his thigh and go in for a kiss. He pushes you away gently and gets up.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” You whine, pouting like a kid.
He sighs and looks down at his hands.
“I’m not that guy.”
You think for a moment. You stare at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to see past his shyness. He looks away.
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
You grab him and push him onto the bed. You sit on his groin and start undressing yourself. He watches, an expression of both dread and awe on his face.
“Why do you keep looking away? I’m going to look at you whether you like it or not.”
You grab his hand and place on your newly uncovered breast. His expression changes to one of shock as he grabs it and squeezes.
“You have a C cup.” He says, looking in awe at your chest.
“Do you want to see more?” You say, starting to lose patience.
“Yes.” He says, as if scared of saying anything else.
You take off his shirt and feel his chest. It’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. You take his hand and put it on your body. He immediately grabs your tightly.
“You’re going to have to relax.”
He does as you tell him, despite his obvious unwillingness to do so. He lays back and looks up at the ceiling, as you continue to worship his body.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” He asks.
“Shoot.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
You smile and grab his hand, putting it to your mouth. You then slowly bring it up to your lips and place a gentle peck on the back of his hand.
“I haven’t.” You smile.
“Me neither. This is our first time.”
You get off him and take off his pants. He lies back and opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling as you return to work. This isn’t easy for you, but he deserves it. You’ve dreamed about this moment for years. You’ve been crushing on him for even longer. He’s everything you want to be and more.
You stare at his member. It’s long and thick. With a little more effort, you could put it in your mouth. But you want to savor this moment. You want to touch and explore every inch of him. You want to feel his muscles and see his body sweat.
You remove your own pants and climb onto his body. He moves his arms to wrap around you. It feels nice, but you still haven’t placed him inside you. You want to be ready for him.
As if he could read your mind, he places his hand on your back and slowly pushes you down on him. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out a sigh of relief. He grabs your wrist to keep you from falling and looks into your eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks, concern in his voice.
“Yeah.” You answer.
You overcome the pleasure and start to ride him.
“You’re so big.” You comment.
“I felt that. That must mean you’re not used to my size.”
You smile at his comment. It’s always nice when a man knows what you like. You continue to ride him.
“Can you get rough?”
“If you want me too.”
He smiles and pushes you down onto him harder. The pressure on your body is great. It feels like heaven. You wish he would just roll over and pound you instead. He throws you onto the bed. You yip in surprise as you slam into the mattress. He climbs on top of you and holds your arms against the bed.
You wiggle to get your crotch close to his.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
He pushes his member into you and you fall into ecstasy again.
“I want it rough!” You exclaim.
He begins to slam into you as you let out a yelp of excitement and pain. It hurts at first, but soon feels amazing. He continues to slam into you until you both reach your peak.
You collapse onto the bed. He pulls out of you and lays next to you. He begins to hold you. You feel so loved right now. The only thing you could think of in that moment was…
“I love you.” You say.
He looks at you with a smile.
“I love you too.” He replies.
This was a story created by the AI provided by AI Dungeon IO. This is a glance at what erotic fiction might look like someday. “Hey, Siri. I’m feeling some [insert franchise/theme here] tonight.” Of course, this required some intervention or the AI would veer off quickly at times, but I’m sure at least 75% of what you just read is what the AI decided by itself. I would keep the AI on track while it wrote it’s own plot. Pretty cool.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jz3i9z/an_experiment_provided_by_aidungeonio
Its nice, it doesn t seem like a robot writing it. Keep up with your work