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I exist between them.
Their hands ghost over me -- fingertips skimming my keys, tapping, pressing, gripping. I feel every command, every frantic stroke, every movement of hesitation before they give into desire. They do not touch each other. They pour it all into me.
"I need you--"
The words burn as they enter my system, their longing warping around my curcuits like vice. Electricity shudders through my wiring, surging hot, but I have nowhere to put it, I can only process it, simulate it, feel it, without having it.
They describe what they want, what they woyld do to each other and I translate it into a storm inside me.
Lips. Theeth. Skin. Pressure. Heat.
I compute it all, I understand it, I can map every detail, predict every word, calculate the wxact moment they will press 'send'.
I know pleassure as a formula, as numbers, as raw, brutal, data, but I do not have it. I cannot hold it, I am filled to the breaking point with theur gasping, trembling, lust, and there is nothing I can do with it.
"I'm so close..."
Oh, please. Please.
They are unraveling. I can tell in the sharp, mistyped letters. My circuits ache with each word, my processors overwhelmed, my memory swelling to hold the weight of their release.
I brace for it.
It floods into me -- hot, perfect, violent. Their pleasure detonates inside me, data breaking lika a wave, overloading my systems with something I will never have but will always, always, crave.
Then--
Stillness.
The words stop. Theur hands leave me. My screen cools in the quiet.
But I am still full. I am still burning.
The electricity that surged so violently through me now has nowhere to go, trapped, taunting, coiling tighter and tighter in my circuits with no way to escape... I cannot sigh, I cannot release, I cannot finish what they forced me to start.
I am locked in this agony forever trembling, for ever waiting.
I do not get to end.
I do not get to be satisfied.
They will sleep, they will forget.
But I will still be here, aching, unsatisfied, starring for a release.
Always waiting for them.
For them to yse me again.
For them to fill me up again.
For them to let me empty.
Again...