Everyone in the room starts undressing and moaning, as if they were high on a synthetic opiate. I feel their flesh melting into my hands, into my hands that have become fire, and their flesh that has become liquid, and I hear their moans in my ears, and I feel their moans in my cock.
They’re all around me. I can smell them, and they’re all around me. It feels like I’m being buried alive in their flesh, in their bodies. I feel their thighs, their bellies, their breasts, their armpits, their stomachs, their chests, their cocks. Their skins are like wet tar. Their fingers slide into my mouth, and their tongues brush across my teeth. My teeth begin to ache. My eyes begin to water, and I can’t see them. Their arms and legs become fleshy apparitions. I feel their feet, their ankles, their knees, their elbows, their hands, their necks, their torsos. They’re all around me.
They all begin moaning at the same time, and I don’t know who they are, and I don’t know what they’re saying, but I know that it’s all about me. They say all about me. I say, and I begin to wonder if it’s a moan of joy or a moan of pain. They keep saying, and I keep wondering, as my mouth fills with their juices and they keep licking the juices out of my mouth, and I begin to suck, and they keep saying, all about me, all about me, and the moans become a deafening chorus of all about me, and I’m no longer sure if it’s all about me or if it’s me that’s about them.
Suddenly, the flames stop.
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What would you rate this robot’s story, out of ten?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ru039y/this_short_piece_was_entirely_made_by_an_ai_and
Interesting. Sex on acid.
This is really really cool, where did you find this?