AI Generated Stories

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

Lila Hart wants to surprise her husband. She builds a Desireprint based on herself, just slightly improved and slightly more sexually adventurous.

A story in the Desireprint Universe
Gideon Hale, outwardly the perfect charming host, secretly runs stolen intimacies through Desireprint previews. He never crosses into flesh—never orders the full synth, never touches another woman—but he hoards forbidden knowledge: every curve, every tattoo, every predicted swallow, every secret kink scraped from DNA and hidden footage. The Caribbean pool parties are his hunting ground.

Valentine’s Day, Easter, and all the other holidays are inferior to Christmas. I, Stanley Prodigy, will crush them under my elf boot. With the assistance of my AI and henchbear. *Cue villainous laugh.*

An imagining of male masturbation in the technologically advanced future