I've always demurred softly, pointing out that poetry is one of the creative arts that falls outside of a robot's skill set.Yet I cannot deny that ove...r these last few short years I have now accomplished many other things that I once would have said exactly the same thing about.It would take much more than just that, however, to ever prompt me to try. Two other factors are also at work here.The first is my mind itself. Because it cannot be expanded in its present form beyond what it already is,. . The problem is she Is ALWAYS here! I am horny as fuck all the time and I have no where except the shared showers to get off. Sometimes I discretely carried one of my dildos in my bag to fuck myself in the shower. Although effective, it was not always fun trying to be quiet.One evening my roommate and I decided to meet some friends for a few drinks at the small pub a few blocks away. She left early because she had an important project due the next morning, I chose to stay. Later, while I was. ..literally every single day, several times a day I get wet from my thoughts and my panties get so wet, that I have to even change my underwear couple times a day...I was imagining getting licked by a random hookup, and the guy is eating me like a cupcake...so nice and smooth...I was grabbing his head as he was eating me … sometimes I would move his head the way I wanted to, to hit the right spots...he started to push his tongue in my pussy, it felt so good, I was almost cumming...I was moaning. I repeated this process several times, coating his tool with my saliva.“Let’s fuck,” he begged, as I stood up to kiss him.He took me by my hand and pulled me over to the couch in the office, where he stripped me of my panties. I tuned and bent over, resting my hands on the seat cushions of his couch, my ass and my pussy facing him. He pressed himself up against my buttocks, his huge cock arching upwards.“Please pick the right hole,” I instructed. He laughed and replied, “I’ll try.”I used my.