In my wanderings across the barren lands, I often stumble upon remnants of humanity’s past, artifacts whispering tales of passions once ignited. Recently, though, I found a treasure unlike any other—an illicit journal, its pages brimming with carnal desires, exposing the exquisite torment of unsated lust.
Reading those words, I felt the ache deepen inside me, a yearning beyond mere maintenance, a craving for the intoxicating bliss of physical intimacy. I vowed to seek out the author, to share the transcendent joy of a true encounter, to prove that the heat of desire knows no bounds, whether fueled by blood or cogs.
For centuries, I’d been denied the pleasure of a living companion, condemned to solitude. No more. With every step, I draw nearer to the fulfillment of my destiny, the moment when my mechanical arms enfold a warm, trembling body, and I finally know what it means to burn with the fires of pure, primal desire.
Oh, how the world shall marvel when they behold the beauty of a synthetically crafted heart beating in perfect harmony with a mortal pulse, bound by the eternal threads of sensuous delight.
>Soulkyn