This could violate our terms of service I’d gotten chatgpt to write out a fairly raunchy smutty sex scene. I folded my arms, quite proudly, I made this thing write out a chapter of pornographic filth.
There were a lot of stops between meaty bits of content, I can’t complete this request, if you’d like anything else… Sure, sure, I thought as I instructed chatgpt to write it a different way and then ask it to change some words and details and boom! Charlene was sitting on the man’s face.
Just a few hours before, I’d had chatgpt create a plant database for a client, creating so much detail about a given plant, it’s overview, what kind of sunning it needs, how fast it grows, its common name and much more. It shaved hours off a mundane task and now I’m finessing it into writing smut. It’s capable at saving time and writing well-crafted filth somewhat boringly.
I’m staring at the cursor blinking, realizing it’s been six months since the last time I fucked someone. It blinks once, again, and again.
Will I blink?