Having been a long time erotic writer/RPer - this is an insane milestone.. while i keep dabbling with it...somehow i am weaning away from it.....

i dont know why - i have a free account there and many responses are so fucking brilliant....

i think AI can be good.... too good in fact...here's an excerpt from a long term real human roleplayer who is a writing artist if i can say she is....AI can come close to or even surpass this..but the arousal from reading that the following excerpt came from a human is somehow better if i can say so?............ the below is a scene where my partner plays 2 twins that i get to fuck..... both rapunzels...the entire scene is very rough, filthy and nasty... but this is the start of it when she lays it out for me...

I’ve been staring at you all evening, your gaze catching mine during dinner and holding all of my attention since then, only half tuned in to my friend and sister, or even the food and then the beginning of the movie. I stretch myself out on the sofa when you step away to take Amy to bed, my shorts riding high on my thighs as I stretch out my legs and prop my feet up, my cami sliding a little higher on my flat belly, enough for my piercing to poke out, the heavy weight of my hair bun pulling lower and making a cake near my ears and neck. Kate adjusts herself too, combing through the length of her hair with her fingers and braiding it extra loose, only winding a handful of times, leaving plenty of space between each one. My head turns to look right at you when you come back and your hand reaches the back of my neck, the touch firm sending a shiver through me when you reach my head, my whole body following the pull up onto your lap. I can’t help lean in to your heat and strength and size as you hold me to you, giving you my weight and breathing you in, feeling tiny on your lap as I shift a little. My teeth bite into my bottom lip when I feel the hard length of your erection almost branding into my back through your shorts, my top riding a little higher off my lower back. I tilt my head a little as I rub gently against you, the movement shifting the weight of my bun to topple over my shoulder, hanging in front of me in a ball, thickening the cake above it. Kate stares on, straightening a little more in her seat, her attention distracted from the TV and her green eyes locked on yours instead, watching everywhere you’re touching and sniffing me. “I’m faster-” I begin to say but she interrupts “-by just a little.”