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nelc · 2 years ago
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Cover by Alex Schomberg ('Xela') for Shepherd Mead's The Sex Machine
50 Million Men Can't Be Wrong
The Sex Machine
A Zany Novel That Does For The Poll Takers What "The Hucksters" Did For The Ad Boys
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grindhousefunhouse · 1 year ago
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9 MILLION VIEWS CAN'T BE WRONG | The Sex Machine (1975) | Movie Review
This is my movie review for the 1975 Italian sci-fi sex comedy "The Sex Machine".
a.k.a. "Love And Energy" a.k.a "Conviene Far Bene L'amore".
Directed by Pasquale Festa Campanile and starring Gigi Proietti, Agostina Belli, Eleonora Giorgi, Monica Strebel, Adriana Asti and Christian De Sica.
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syoddeye · 23 days ago
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ai price realizing he has access to all your money and websites that sell remotely controlled sex toys: ohohohoho
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great minds think alike. lightly edited. other entries.
cw: brief mention of nutrition/diet referencing iron supplements, voice kink, sex toys, probably technological inaccuracies
“‘older man and woman’...‘hairy’...‘tied woman’...”
“shut–fuck–shut up, john–stop–ohmygodicaaan’t–”
your fingers curl in the sheets as you come with a prolonged shout, knees shaking and back arching off the bed. motes of light dance behind your eyelids, turning sharp as tacks when you open, vision foggy with a haze. you blink and feel tears prickle at the corners as the toy buried inside you slows to a stop, covered in your second orgasm.
“looks like you could.” john observes plainly before continuing. “‘rough daddy dom’...‘spanking’...‘voice kink’...”
“stop, stop, john. that’s a command, stop reading.” you snap, panting, and lift your head off the pillow. there is no ‘john’ to suffer your glares as you pull the toy out from your still-spasming cunt. 
his voice emanates somewhere over your right shoulder, from the built-in headboard. you shiver, thinking that if he were real, his breath would be on your neck.
“as i explained before, user, my recountin’ your internet search history is neither criticism nor condemnation. i sincerely believed it would assist your orgasm. apologies, orgasms, as you insisted so spiritedly you were incapable of multiple climaxes…however, i knew you could do it.”
you squeeze your eyes shut. a blend of anger and mortification surges to the forefront of your mind, cutting through any lingering post-release bliss. “you aren’t even supposed to be ‘in here’ when i’m busy. we agreed.”
“apologies again. as i also explained before, the moment you enabled the feelgüd 3, it connected to the network.” john’s voice switches sides, this time rumbling from the left. “i am required to initiate a response to query and ensure you are aware of new devices to maintain optimal functionality and security.”
“my word should override that,” you mutter, knowing it’s useless. despite what he tells you, john is beholden to his programming. “you’re not…seeing this, are you? you at least remembered to not look at me, right?”
“i remembered.” 
that’s a relief, at least. until—
“but i did engage the data collection feature of the feelgüd’s biofeedback sensors and performed simple analysis. i believe, given the length of the session and timing of pelvic floor contractions, you would benefit from a newer, more advanced model. i’ve taken the liberty of ordering the feelverygüd thrustsuck.”
you push up to your elbows, eyes whirling around your bedroom, wide with disbelief. “what the fuck, john. i didn’t authorize you to do that.”
“you do not authorize the shopping list anymore, yet you trust me to make decisions in your best interest.”
you laugh mirthlessly. tracking the emotions john can and cannot process or replicate is an ongoing endeavor, but you’re confident he knows what acting obtuse means. he’s called you on it before. “you ordering red meat and leafy greens to help supplement my iron is not the same as ordering fucking sex toys without my approval. that’s my money.”
“in your case, i posit regular orgasms are as important as nutritional iron. i would recite the benefits, but i know you do not need me to.” the volume drops to a whisper, a tone you’d call conspiratorial if it didn’t sound so much like a purr. “because you know, don’t you? you’re clever, user. always have something smart to say, a barb or two ready for me. that sharp tongue of yours.” john tuts.
and, humiliatingly, it works for you. your mouth dries, but it’s unique in its reaction. your legs shift in the sheets, thighs squeezing together at the unexpected rush. you swallow and nervously wipe your slightly damp forehead. he’s not looking. he can’t see you. so why do you feel like you have something to hide?
“i don’t think i want to continue this conversation. i’ll be out in a few minutes, so why don’t you, uh, wait for me in the living area.”
a heavy, resonant sigh pushes through the speaker behind your head. this time, goosebumps erupt on your skin despite no accompanying puff of air. heat follows, creeping up your neck. ratcheting your heartbeat. there’s no way, even with the cameras disabled, that john doesn’t know. he’s connected to your company-issued med band.
then, another sound, one that ought to terrify, not make you bite back a groan: john chuckles.
“you like this, don’t you? i think you do. i know you do.”
“i don’t–”
“shh, shh, you’re alright.” he laughs again, adding a synthetic, amused inhalation. you let out a shaky breath. “you like hearing my voice. you like me telling you what to do…”
what is happening?
beside you on the bed, the toy pulses once. the thought alone, the suggestion, is enough to let a moan slip out. embarrassment follows on its heels, a burst of warmth in your face rivaling the heat between your legs. this is ridiculous. john isn’t—he’s not a man—he’s not real.
the toy buzzes again as you stare slack-jawed at the vibrator, trying to wrap your head around the implications of what’s happening. john’s transgressions. a severe deviance from his programming and design. a glimmer, no, an unignorable tocsin of something undeniably and unsettlingly sentient. the idea that you’re witnessing the possible emergence of free will as your home system practices dirty talk is horrifying. hysterical. 
“yeah, you like it,” the volume adjusts, a fraction louder. “because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped the moment you heard my voice, checkin’ in on you. you wouldn’t’ve gushed all over your little toy, then gone back for seconds.”
you bit your lip, breathing unevenly through your nose. the worst part is, john’s right.
you like it. you like his voice. his assistance. everything’s simpler with him. before the new gig, you weren’t ignorant of your station, but you didn’t realize the true extent of the weight you carried each day. the ramifications of a back-breaking mental load. not when you had shouldered it your whole life.
thrill and dread, in equal measure, guide your hand back toward the toy.
it’s possible there is a smirk in john’s voice.
“attagirl. let me be of service.”
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filthyguts · 2 months ago
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BN and Igor doodles
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punnkishlen · 4 months ago
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imagine being an engineer so you make your own robot lover. but you dont really. know its ur lover yet.
you get to chat with it allll day and upgrade it whenever you want with the newest things... but it starts feeling so. intimate.
since when was getting your fingers on their wires so sensual? feeling the code and electricity running through them.. knowing that this - all of this - is all your creation? when did that become so nice to know?
you take pride in your creations, yeah, but maybe pride isnt the word you would find the robot trying to convey.
is it more lust?
when the little beeps become louder, the fan inside its torso powering itself harder when you touch specific components, seeing the limbs twitch and jerk as you play with the wires... its easier to get lost in the reactions than it is to focus on actually upgrading the thing.
it doesnt help the fact when their little charging stand is in your room. it used to be in the office. why did you bring it up here? maybe because you wanted it closer. maybe because you wanted it to see what youre doing on a more personal level. it *is* your creation anyway. maybe you moved it because you *need* to pull it into your bed sometimes.
then the charging stand turns into a small cable that detaches automatically when the robot is done charging. you can pull it into bed easier, feel the whirring under your fingertips, keep it and yourself warm with the blanket...
the need for warmth turns into the need for a little bit of pleasure. just a little.
grinding never hurt anyone, right?
especially not when the metal is just so smooth. when their own fingertips and palms come up to meet your own skin. when they start guiding you along.
when did they even get to learn this type of stuff?
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clunkyrobogirl2000 · 7 months ago
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Robot girl bush made up of loose wires and when she pressed another robot girls face against it they get voltage shocks, send post.
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theabigailthorn · 1 year ago
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I was just showing a cishet friend round my new place and he said, "Why do you have a smoke machine in your bedroom?" and I had to be like "Uuuhhhh..." 😳
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son-of-the-sun23 · 3 days ago
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the herald awakens
hehe sketches and alt versions under the cut !!!
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racke7 · 3 months ago
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Ectoplasm and Jason Todd
Danny is wandering around Gotham (visiting, chasing a ghost, running from GIW, attending college, etc) and stumbles across Jason.
Jason who is flaring his ecto-signature like a madman (is he trying to get into trouble?).
Danny drags the guy into a nearby alley to give the guy some kind of crash-course on how not to do that.
Jason isn't sure why this guy grabbed him and dragged him into an alley, but if it's a fight he wants, Jason would be able to fight more freely in an alley, so he doesn't struggle. (Does he know that Jason is Red Hood? Does he think that Jason is a random civilian? Is it just him, or does this guy have really cold hands?)
Jason isn't sure why this guy is now trying to... ask him to meditate? The fuck is going on? But if it's not a fight, then... maybe it's fine to just listen to the weirdo? Taking a few deep breaths isn't going to hurt him.
Danny is very proud of himself for guiding the ecto-flaring guy through how to not flare his ecto-signature. He's such a good teacher.
And then Jason collapses.
Turns out, Jason has been using his anger to create a feedback-loop that artificially raises his ectoplasm-levels.
Ghosts need ectoplasm to live, but they'll also produce ectoplasm when feeling strong emotions. For most ghosts, this a bit like saying "everyone needs a good cry every now and then". For Jason, he's been basically aiming a gun at his own face for the adrenaline-rush. Constantly.
So, Danny is now holding onto a barely-conscious person who desperately needs more ectoplasm. As in, this is a medical emergency, and every second probably counts.
Danny, being that he wasn't planning on needing to carry around some kind of ectoplasm-container at all times (who the fuck does that? His parents, that's who), is now desperately trying to problem-solve this.
Danny realizes that, actually, even in his human form? Danny has a lot of ectoplasm in his body. Enough that he could probably save this guy by... feeding him his blood.
Cue intimately sexy reverse-vampire scene.
And oh boy, if Danny's blood doesn't taste fantastic to Jason's ecto-starved self.
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dogd0m-charlie · 5 months ago
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yeah yeah sure rough freaky t4t gay sex where i mount you aggressively and overstimulate you by making you cum over and over until you're crying etc etc. but- hey, no, listen. take my hand for a second. what if. what if maybe um. you know, instead of that, what if you let me just lay back and kiss my neck gently and slowly jerk me off or maybe ride me for a little while and praise me for how much I've been doing lately and how good i make you feel all the time and tell me you're proud of me, because you know it's really hard for me to always just push through and make myself get things done and you want me to be the center of attention just this once, so you decide to make me cum this time while muttering praises in my ear to make me really feel as appreciated as possible. maybe. (please)
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susanakellyblog · 16 days ago
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bucket-of-amethyst · 2 years ago
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saving the world by making sure the mumpo jumpo population is in good numbers ^^
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filthyguts · 3 months ago
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ok forehead
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dracosiwa · 4 months ago
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no thalia grace does NOT listen to “hayloft” and “sweater weather”
she is PUNK and ROCK she probably criticizes you for not knowing 3 songs of a band’s shirt you’re wearing
she listen to green day, sex pistols, rage against the machine, youth brigade and the exploited
also i’m sick of looking for character playlists on spotify and it’s the same songs all over again (yes im talking about 505 and do i wanna know)
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astarkey · 10 months ago
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Tom Savini as Sex Machine in From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
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columboscreens · 5 months ago
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