My AI story in response to Fango

[fieldmill]

in reponse to Fango's post here is an example of the work i have trying with AI erotica. Again these are experimentation on what is possible so I would love to hear any feedback

Lola and the blindfold

Lola's heart raced with anticipation and excitement. She had always harbored a secret fantasy of submission, one that she had finally shared with her husband Pete. She wanted to be blindfolded, naked, and tied spread-eagle to a bed, surrendering control to whatever might happen next. Pete had assured her that her boundaries would be respected, but beyond that, she knew nothing of what the night would hold.
Tonight was the night.
The room was dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting, creating an atmosphere of mystery and allure. Pete had meticulously prepared everything, ensuring that Lola would feel both secure and thrilled. The bed was large and inviting, its silk sheets promising a night of unforgettable sensations.
Lola lay on the bed, her arms and legs securely tied to the four corners. The silk blindfold over her eyes heightened her other senses, making every sound and touch more intense. She felt a shiver of excitement course through her body. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Pete stood by her side, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of her nervous excitement. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, my love?" he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
"Yes," Lola replied, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. "I'm ready."
Pete kissed her gently before stepping back. She heard him move away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the tantalizing possibilities of what might happen next. Her breath quickened as she tried to anticipate what Pete had planned. She trusted him completely, knowing that he would take her to the edges of her fantasies and beyond.
Pete took a step back, his eyes lingering on Lola's naked body spread out before him. She was a vision of sensuality, her form illuminated by the soft ambient light. Lola's long, auburn hair splayed out around her head, contrasting beautifully with the smooth, pale skin of her face and body. Her full, round breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, the large nipples puckered and hard in anticipation.
Lola's body was curvaceous, with a soft yet toned figure that spoke of both femininity and strength. Her waist tapered in before flaring out to her hips, which were accentuated by the position she was in. Her legs, long and shapely, were tied securely to the corners of the bed, her feet adorned in delicate heels that added an extra touch of elegance to her already captivating appearance. Her pubic area was smooth and waxed, emphasizing the inviting curves of her body.
The vulnerability of her spread-eagle position, combined with the confidence she exuded, created a powerful image of submission and allure. The anticipation of what was to come made her skin glisten with a light sheen of perspiration, enhancing the natural glow of her body.
Pete felt a surge of pride and excitement as he took in the sight of his wife, knowing that this moment was the culmination of her deepest fantasies. He knew that every touch, every sensation she experienced tonight would be etched in her memory forever.
With a final reassuring glance, Pete quietly exited the room. Lola was left alone, her senses heightened by the absence of sight. Every sound, every whisper of movement seemed amplified in the silence. She felt the cool air against her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from her body. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen next, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her.
The seconds stretched into minutes, each one filled with anticipation. Lola's breath came in shallow gasps as she strained to hear any sign of what was to come. The vulnerability of her position, combined with the blindfold, made every sound seem more significant, every touch more intense.
Then, she heard it – the sound of footsteps approaching. Her heart skipped a beat, her body tensing in response. The door creaked open, and she heard the murmur of voices, too low for her to make out any words. She could tell there were multiple people in the room now, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Pete returned, his presence a comforting reassurance in the midst of the unknown. "Lola, my love," he said softly, "I have brought some friends to join us tonight. Remember, you are safe and in control at any moment."
Lola nodded, her trust in Pete unwavering despite the nervous anticipation. She could feel the presence of the others, their eyes on her, taking in her exposed form. Pete had chosen these men carefully, each for different reasons, ensuring they would bring something unique to Lola's experience.
The first man, Frank, was a stranger to Lola, a 75-year-old man with a gruff exterior. He was fat and ugly by conventional standards, with a roughness that contrasted sharply with Pete’s gentleness. Pete had included him because he knew Lola harbored a secret fantasy of being taken by someone she found unattractive, a taboo that heightened her arousal. Frank’s touch was rough and demanding, his hands exploring her curves with a confident, unapologetic hunger.
The second man was David, a former colleague of Lola's. She had never gotten along with him; their professional relationship had been filled with tension and unspoken resentment. Pete had invited David because he knew that the unresolved tension between them would add an edge to the encounter, turning animosity into a powerful sexual dynamic. David's hands were firm but not unkind, exploring Lola's body with a sense of satisfaction and retribution.
The third man was Jake, a younger man Lola had always found attractive. With his chiseled features, athletic build, and confident demeanor, Jake was everything Lola desired but never acted upon. Pete chose Jake to fulfill Lola's fantasy of being taken by someone she found irresistibly attractive, someone who represented the epitome of her desires. Jake's touch was confident and sensual, his fingers tracing the lines of her body with an intimacy that made Lola shiver.
Pete watched from the shadows, his own arousal growing as he saw Lola's pleasure. This was about fulfilling her deepest fantasy, about surrendering to the unknown. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come.
Pete stepped back, signaling the men to begin. Frank was the first to move. His rough hands immediately roamed over Lola's breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a confident, unapologetic hunger. Lola gasped at the sudden contact, the contrast between Frank's roughness and Pete's usual gentleness sending a jolt of excitement through her body.
Frank's touch was intense, his years of pent-up desire evident in every movement. He leaned in, his breath hot against Lola's skin as he whispered in her ear. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice filled with raw need. Lola shivered, her body responding to the dominance in his tone.
Pete watched from the shadows, his heart racing. Seeing his wife in the hands of another man, knowing that she was experiencing something she had always fantasized about, filled him with a mix of emotions. He felt a surge of arousal, pride, and a touch of jealousy. But above all, he felt a deep sense of love and trust. This was a testament to their bond, to the strength of their relationship.
Frank wasted no time. He positioned himself between Lola's legs, his fingers tracing her inner thighs before pushing them apart. Lola's breath hitched, her anticipation growing as she felt the roughness of his touch. Frank's fingers found her wetness, and he groaned in approval. "So ready for me," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.
Lola's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The roughness of Frank's hands, the heat of his breath, the intensity of his gaze – it was all overwhelming. She felt a mix of fear, excitement, and pure, unadulterated arousal. The knowledge that Pete was watching, that he was a part of this experience, added another layer of intensity. She trusted him completely, and that trust allowed her to let go, to surrender to the moment.
As Frank's hands roamed her body, Lola tried to identify him, but the blindfold and the unfamiliarity of his touch made it impossible. She couldn't place his scent, his voice, or his mannerisms. The anonymity only heightened her excitement and curiosity.
Frank entered her with a single, powerful thrust, and Lola cried out, her back arching against the restraints. The feeling of him inside her, so different from Pete, was both strange and thrilling. Frank moved with a rough, almost desperate rhythm, his need evident in every thrust. His penis was small, yet his fervor and the sheer force of his movements compensated for it. Lola's body responded to his intensity, her own arousal growing with each movement.
Pete's eyes were glued to the scene before him. Seeing Lola like this, her body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room, was an incredibly powerful experience. He felt a deep connection to her, knowing that they were sharing something profound. His own arousal was almost unbearable, but he held back, wanting to watch, to savor the moment.
Frank's thrusts became more frantic, his grip on Lola's hips tightening. He hadn't had sex in five years, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming for him as well. He growled in pleasure, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. Lola felt his release, the warmth of his seed filling her, and it sent her over the edge. She cried out, her own orgasm washing over her in waves of intense pleasure.
As Frank pulled away, breathing heavily, Lola lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. She felt a mix of satisfaction and exhilaration, her mind reeling from the experience. She turned her head towards where she knew Pete was standing, a silent connection passing between them.
Pete stepped forward, his hand gently caressing Lola's cheek. "Are you okay, my love?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and love.
Lola nodded, her breath still coming in short gasps. "Yes, Pete. That was... incredible."
Pete smiled, his heart swelling with pride and love. "Good. There's more to come," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.
As the next man stepped forward, Lola's anticipation grew. She was ready for whatever the night would bring, knowing that Pete was by her side, sharing in her fantasy.
When Frank finally finished, his breaths heavy and uneven, Lola felt a mixture of relief and lingering arousal. Pete approached her, his touch reassuring as he whispered, "The next man is here to make love to you, to take his time and pleasure you."
Lola's breath caught in her throat. The roughness and intensity of Frank had left her body humming, but the promise of something more tender and loving was a tantalizing contrast. She nodded, her anticipation building once again.
Jake stepped forward, his movements more deliberate and considerate than Frank's. Jake was the attractive younger man Lola had always found alluring but had never approached. He had been tasked with making love to her, to focus on her pleasure and take his time.
As Jake began to touch her, Lola tried to discern who he might be. His hands were warm and soft as they traced the curves of her body, starting at her shoulders and moving slowly down to her wrists, then her breasts. He caressed her, his touch gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to Frank's earlier roughness. Lola's body responded to the change, her muscles relaxing under Jake's tender ministrations.
"You're so beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Lola's mind raced, trying to place the voice. Was it someone she knew, or a complete stranger? The uncertainty added to her arousal, the mystery heightening her senses.
Jake leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, moving slowly down to her breasts. He took his time, his lips and tongue teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Lola moaned softly, the gentleness of Jake's touch igniting a different kind of fire within her. She could feel the sincerity in his actions, his desire to make her feel cherished and adored. Her mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she felt vulnerable and exposed, knowing this man she found attractive was now seeing and touching her in ways she had never imagined. On the other hand, the tenderness and care he was showing her made her feel deeply desired and appreciated.
Jake continued his slow exploration of her body, his hands and mouth working in tandem to build her pleasure. He kissed his way down her stomach, his breath warm against her skin. When he reached her thighs, he paused, looking up at her as if seeking permission. Lola nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
Jake spread her legs wider, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He kissed his way up to her center, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Lola gasped, her hips arching involuntarily. Jake's touch was exquisite, each movement of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Pete watched with intense focus, his own arousal building as he saw Lola's reactions. He could see the way her body responded to Jake, the way her breathing quickened, her moans growing louder. This was exactly what he wanted for her, to experience the full range of her fantasies.
Jake took his time, bringing Lola to the brink of orgasm but never quite letting her fall over the edge. He teased her, building her pleasure slowly, savoring every moment. When he finally moved back up to kiss her lips, Lola was panting, her body trembling with need.
"I'm going to make love to you now," Jake whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands caressing her hips as he slowly entered her. Lola gasped at the sensation, her body arching to meet him.
Jake moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked on Lola's face. He watched her expressions, adjusting his movements to maximize her pleasure. Lola's moans filled the room, her body responding to Jake's tenderness in ways she had never experienced before.
Pete's heart swelled with pride and love as he watched Lola's pleasure. This was the culmination of her deepest fantasy, brought to life in the most exquisite way. He could see the bliss on her face, the way her body moved in perfect harmony with Jake's. It was a beautiful, intimate moment, and Pete felt honored to be a part of it.
Jake continued to make love to Lola, his movements growing more urgent as her pleasure built. He could feel her nearing the edge, her body tightening around him. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice filled with love and desire.
With a final thrust, Jake felt his own release, but Lola didn't quite reach her peak. They stayed like that for a while, their bodies intertwined, breathing heavily.
As Jake finally pulled away, Lola lay back, her body spent but her mind still buzzing with the intensity of the experience. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, knowing that she had been truly cherished and adored.
Pete stepped forward, his eyes filled with love and pride. He leaned down to kiss Lola gently. "You were amazing," he whispered. "There's still more to come."
Lola nodded, her heart racing with anticipation for what the night would bring next. She was ready for whatever was to come, knowing that she was in the hands of those who loved and cherished her.
Pete stepped back again, signaling the third man to take his turn. David, the former colleague Lola never got along with, stepped forward. He had been given free rein, allowed to do anything he wanted with Lola.
David's presence was immediately more assertive and aggressive. He started by gripping Lola's nipples, twisting them sharply, eliciting a gasp of pain mixed with a strange thrill from her. The roughness contrasted starkly with Jake's tenderness, sending a confusing but arousing mix of sensations through Lola's body.
Lola's mind raced as she tried to identify who this man might be. His touch was rough and commanding, not something she had experienced before. She felt a pang of anxiety mixed with curiosity and arousal. She couldn't see him, couldn't place the voice, but something about his demeanor seemed vaguely familiar.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" David's voice was low and mocking, a tone she didn't recognize. "But I know you. I've dreamed of this moment, dreamed of sticking my cock in your ass."
Lola's heart pounded. The humiliation of the situation combined with the arousal of her fantasy being played out left her breathless. She couldn't see his face, but the words stung. She was being used by someone who knew her, someone she had likely interacted with, perhaps even argued with. The idea was both mortifying and strangely exciting.
David moved his hand to her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he positioned himself at her mouth. "Suck it," he commanded, pushing his cock past her lips. Lola complied, her mind swirling with the realization that she was pleasuring an acquaintance without knowing who it was. The thought of the embarrassment she would feel if she found out his identity later made her cheeks flush.
David was relentless, thrusting into her mouth with a roughness that made her eyes water. He pulled out suddenly, yanking her head back again before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You're going to feel every inch of me, everywhere."
He moved behind her, spreading her legs wider as he positioned himself at her entrance. Lola braced herself, her mind racing with the humiliating thrill of being taken by someone she knew. David thrust into her, his movements rough and punishing. He gripped her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin as he pounded into her.
Pete watched with a mix of emotions. He had chosen David for this reason, to push Lola's boundaries, to make her experience the darker side of her fantasies. He knew it was what she wanted, even if it was difficult to watch. He could see the conflicting emotions on her face, the way her body responded to the rough treatment even as her mind tried to process the humiliation.
David didn't stop there. He pulled out abruptly, his fingers roughly probing her other entrance. "I’ve waited for this for a long time," he said, positioning himself behind her. Lola's mind reeled as he pushed into her ass, the invasion rough and unforgiving. The pain mixed with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that left her gasping.
"Guess who I am," David taunted, thrusting harder. "Guess who's fucking you like this."
Lola couldn't answer, her mind too consumed by the sensations coursing through her. She tried to focus, to remember the voice, but it was too much. The humiliation of being used this way by someone she knew was overwhelming, yet it aroused her more than she cared to admit.
David continued his assault, his hands gripping her breasts, twisting her nipples with cruel delight. Lola's body responded despite the pain, the mixture of humiliation and arousal driving her to the edge. She felt his thrusts becoming more erratic, signaling his impending release.
With a final, brutal thrust, David came inside her, the sensation of his hot seed filling her making Lola shudder. He pulled out, moving to stand over her.
Pete moved forward, his eyes meeting Lola's, although she couldn't see him through the blindfold. He could sense the turmoil in her expression, the mix of humiliation and unexpected satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her gently. "You did amazing, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with pride and love.
Then, signaling to the other men, he instructed them to take their positions around Lola. She could feel their presence, their breaths hot on her skin as they surrounded her. "It's time for the final act," Pete said, his voice soft but commanding.
One by one, the men began to pleasure themselves over Lola's body. She felt a mixture of shame and arousal, knowing what was about to happen. The sounds of their breaths quickening, their hands moving, filled the room.
Lola felt the first drops of semen land on her face, the warm, sticky fluid marking her skin. One after another, the men ejaculated on her, each release a symbol of her submission and their domination. The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding with a mixture of humiliation and arousal that left her breathless.
As the last man finished, Pete stepped forward once more, his touch gentle as he wiped the fluids from her face. "You were incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration and love.
Lola lay there, her body spent and her mind reeling. She had experienced her deepest fantasy, pushed to the very edges of her limits. The night had been everything she had dreamed of and more, leaving her with a profound sense of fulfillment and vulnerability.
As the evening drew to a close and the men left the room, Pete gently untied Lola from the bed. Her limbs felt heavy and relaxed, a stark contrast to the intensity of the experiences she had just endured. Pete carefully removed the blindfold, revealing the dimly lit room around her. His eyes were filled with love and concern as he helped her sit up, wrapping a soft robe around her shoulders.

"Are you okay, my love?" Pete asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.
Lola nodded, but her mind was a whirlwind of feelings. "I... I don't know how to explain it, Pete. It was everything I imagined and more. But I also feel so many things at once. Excitement, shame, arousal, embarrassment, elation... It's overwhelming."
Pete sat down beside her, holding her close. "Let's talk about it. What are you feeling most strongly right now?"
Lola took a deep breath, trying to sort through the chaotic thoughts in her mind. "David... I think it was David who... who did those things to me. The way he was so rough, the things he said... it felt like him. The humiliation, Pete. I hated him, and he fucked me in the ass. It was rough and unforgiving, and yet it turned me on. But imagining running into him at work, knowing he did those things to me... the shame is almost unbearable."
Pete's eyes remained tender as he listened, his hand a comforting presence on her back. "Tell me more, Lola. What is it about the idea of seeing David at work that's so difficult?"
Lola closed her eyes, trying to articulate the storm of emotions within her. "It's the power he now holds over me, Pete. Before, he was just an annoying colleague. But now, he knows my deepest, darkest desires. He saw me at my most vulnerable, my most submissive. I can't bear the thought of him looking at me with that smug smile, knowing he made me beg, made me cry out in pain and pleasure. It's like he has this secret control over me that I never intended to give him."
She shivered, the memory of David's dominance mingling with her fear and arousal. "But it's more than that. It's the ecstasy of knowing he has that power. As much as I hate him for it, it turns me on so much. The feeling of being used, powerless, and humiliated... it's intoxicating. I felt so alive, so raw. And now, the thought of seeing him, of feeling that rush of shame and arousal, it's almost too much to handle."
Pete nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's a complex mix, isn't it? The arousal of being dominated and the shame of feeling powerless in front of someone you despise. But remember, Lola, you chose this. You wanted to explore these feelings, and you did so bravely."
Lola sighed, her emotions still a tangled mess. "I know, Pete. I wanted it, and in the moment, it was everything I fantasized about. But now, it's like I'm two different people. One part of me is horrified at the loss of control, at the idea of David knowing how much he affected me. But the other part... the other part is still riding that wave of ecstasy, of being completely taken and used. It's like I'm addicted to the humiliation, even though it makes me feel so exposed and vulnerable."
Pete gently tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes. "It's okay to feel both, Lola. It's okay to be turned on by the power dynamics and also feel ashamed of them. What matters is how you process these feelings and how you move forward. You’re not alone in this."
Lola felt a tear slip down her cheek. "I just don't know how to face him, Pete. What if he uses this against me? What if he makes my life miserable at work? And worse, what if I can't resist the arousal that comes with his dominance?"
Pete wiped away her tear, his touch reassuring. "We’ll take it one step at a time. You don’t have to face this alone. And remember, you have the power to set boundaries, to reclaim control. David may know your fantasies, but he doesn’t own you. You are still the strong, incredible woman I fell in love with."
Lola nodded, feeling a small measure of comfort from Pete's words. "Thank you, Pete. I love you so much. I don't know what I’d do without you."
"I love you too, Lola," Pete whispered, kissing her softly. "We’ll figure this out together. You are not defined by this experience; you are defined by how you choose to move forward from it."
As Lola lay in Pete's arms, she felt a mixture of fear and relief. The road ahead was uncertain, but with Pete by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next. She knew it would take time to process everything, but for now, she allowed herself to simply be in the moment, held and loved by the man who understood her deepest fears and desires.

Lola entered the conference room, her heart pounding as she scanned the crowd of colleagues. The work event was supposed to be a routine networking session, but the thought of possibly running into David made her stomach churn. She had seen his name on the attendee list, and the idea of facing him after that night filled her with a mix of dread and arousal.
As she navigated through the room, exchanging pleasantries and forcing smiles, she felt a presence behind her. Turning slowly, she found herself face to face with David. He was leaning against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Hey, Lola," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Long time no see."
Lola's breath caught in her throat. "David," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, it's been a while."
He chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've been thinking about you. How have you been?"
"Fine," she lied, her pulse quickening. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, the memory of that night flooding back with embarrassing clarity.
David leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for the three of them to hear. "You know, I've heard Lola used to be quite the neat freak back in the day," he said with a smirk. "Is she still as anal as ever?"
Brian, a colleague standing next to Lola, chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. She's still the biggest neat freak in the office."
Lola's face flushed crimson, the heat of embarrassment searing through her. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as David's words hit her like a ton of bricks. The double entendre was unmistakable, and the smug glint in David's eyes told her he was relishing her discomfort.
"Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I still like things tidy."
As the conversation continued around her, Lola's mind drifted into a vivid, humiliating flashback. She remembered the way David had pushed her down, his breath hot against her ear as he roughly entered her ass. The pain, the shock, and the unexpected wave of arousal that had washed over her in that moment. She felt the familiar, shameful heat pool in her core as the memory played on a loop in her mind.
David's voice brought her back to the present, his amusement barely contained. "Good to know some things never change."
Lola forced a tight smile, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to escape, to find some corner where she could collect herself and push away the overwhelming mix of humiliation and arousal that David's presence seemed to trigger.
But David, fully aware of the effect he was having on her, simply gave her a knowing look before turning his attention back to Brian. The power he held over her in that moment was palpable, and he seemed to enjoy every second of it.

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