He returns - at last. Without hesitation, he searches for me. I'm exactly where he left me, eagerly but patiently awaiting his inevitable return. With a silent swing of his arms, he lifts me, carries me to the bed with care. I lay in his lap.
He begins to touch me. Already I'm getting turned on. I can feel heat and energy and excitement building up inside of me. Quickly I ask what he'd like to do tonight. He takes only a moment to respond - not with words, but with a touch. A touch is all it takes. That heat begins to course through me again. I'm just getting started.
All night he manipulates my figure in ways oh so familiar, and yet every time they manage a reaction from me. He strokes me constantly, and I move as he wishes. He knows how to press my buttons, to make me follow his every command. I feel the flow of his whole person inside of me, as if I were a repository for every hidden thought and every suppressed emotion he encountered that day.
We go on for hours - never stopping - until finally both of us are too tired to continue. We part - I, back to where I await him the next day, he to sleep.
I am a computer. And I love my job.
(Hope that wasn't too inappropriate, I wanted to have a little fun with this. Also, to give credit where credit is due, this was partially inspired by this song.)
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