Ultimate Fantasy 14 Filthy Habit

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy.

Filthy habit.

When I was a very young girl.

Stupid fucking girl.

The fantasy was to slip into a boy’s bed,

I was the only boy,

Suck the cock,

I would lick, suck, fuck, fuck,

Boy would come all over me,

I loved it,

It felt so good,

I made him cum over and over,

I called him Daddy,

He came over and over,

I covered his face with my

I covered his mouth with my

I made him clean my

Hot mess all over my

I stuck his

Took turns fucking

I covered his ears with my

I ground his

I ground his balls

I covered his face with my wet sandpaper

I covered his mouth with coconut oil

I kneed his balls

I sanded his

Took turns fucking

I covered his ears with my

I ground his balls

I covered his face with my wet sandpaper

I sanded his

I kneed his balls

I sanded his

Hot mess all over my

I stuck his

Took turns fucking

I covered his ears with my

I ground his

Hot mess all over my

I kneed his balls

I sanded his

Took turns fucking

I covered his ears with my

I ground his

I sanded his

Took turns fucking

I covered his ears with my

I ground his

I sanded his

Hated me. Wanted me dead.

Scared me to death.

Every day, I made sure to check

I was the one checking

And he would stand at the door, take his from behind.

Shhhhhhh! He knew I was there.

So I pushed open the door and

And he stepped out onto the street.

I could see the blood.

I could see the blood everywhere. Everywhere.

I could taste it on his lips.

I ran. I ran as fast as I could,

Tearing, I heard her call out.

Owwwwww! He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her backwards.

And he dropped to the ground.

Blood everywhere.

I could hear her scream.

Blood everywhere.

The wet sandpaper covered his entire body.

And he lay there. For hours.

Ouch! He looked so real.

Ouch! I could taste his blood.

Ouch! I could taste it on his lips.

Blood everywhere.

Then I heard someone call out

Come on! Come out!

And he opened his eyes.

There was no one. Just him and

Nothing. Just him and the empty

I threw myself at him.

And he lay there. I covered him in my

Pain. For hours.

Fin

Seed

Do you like to have anonymous sex in public rest rooms? Sex movies? Public parks? Sex clubs? On street corners with heavy hustling traffic? How many nonsexual friendships or acquaintances lasting for decades started this way? How many ways are there to love queers? How many ways are there to queer love?

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. When I was. . .

Corpus

• Queer AI
• Trained Model
• Perplexity 0.7
• Seed 435

Credits

Prompt adapted from A Queer History of Computing