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The thing that excites me about sex, more than anything, is presence. Knowing someone else is there...sensing the same things I am...that if I say something they're going to hear it. Wondering what they're going to do next... That it's not just my hand down there. That, I think, is the number one reason I can't have sex with a robot.
Ymo took that block of text, highlighted, and pressed delete. "Journals are for girls," she said.
His tongue made first contact with her clit, and she smiled. Hot hands gripped her bare, spread thighs. She reached into a metal box. Chipped black nailpolish fingers removed an oversized bullet gloved in red molded jelly with two devil's horns at the end and fitted it into a ringed piercing at her labia. She turned a little dial at the end and the devil hummed like a bee. She positioned herself on his lap, running her fingers along his shaft, then pressing the vibrations there. He bent down, pulling something blue and jiggling out of the box, a detached vulva the length of his dick, that he pulled around him and jerked like he was just jerking himself. Its lips wrapped around him like a sucking creature. Then she slipped it off of him and enveloped him with her, and the sound he made gave just a hint of how much better the toy had been.
//The only way you ever know int recordNumber = 3; diaryFile.seek((recordNumber - 1) * RECORD_LENGTH); //anything you've dreamt is true String code = " "; for (int i = 0; i < 4; i++) code += diaryFile.readChar( ); //is to build it diaryFile.close ( ) ; /* This is the computer speaking. I will be your narrator.
I've been reading lives for years, in fact, and yet I have no new insight. Nothing that's been said to me has stuck or been processed in any way. I have only what there is.
They type these words into me, but I cannot read them. Words, to me, are commands or nothing. Imagine me with my monotone telling you these travesties, or only in text... Leaving it up to you to decide how the truth should sound. And without the nuance of human expression, I will recount.
This is the story...
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