The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend

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Here’s a little background on this one. I’ve been having this fantasy for a few years now, and I wanted to write it out into a more substantial story. But honestly, I don’t think there’s much more that I could do with it, so here’s a poem.


Oh, and the basis of the fantasy is that of a post-apocalyptic world where a lone human survivor of a species-ending cataclysm is found by a crew of female androids and taken on-board their space station. They’re all sexy and willing to indulge in his (mine) every depraved impulse, of course. This is a sexual fantasy we’re talking about, not some Hugo award winning Sci-Fi.




"The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend"


As often times out here in space

When I relax in evening time

I gaze upon my lady’s face

And think of how I made her mine


She wasn’t always here, you see

Aboard this disc of vast rotation

I had her custom made for me

To be my girl on this space station


It was one year ago today

That I was found just floating there

Cryogenically displayed

In one escape pod to nowhere


I can remember nothing from

Before the time that I was sealed

But to their notice I had come

These lovely androids far afield


They took me in and thawed me out

And took care of my vital signs

They acted strange… there was no doubt

They were machines of our design


But they had never met a man

A human person just like me

So much they did not understand

Their electronics could not see


They knew that all my needs were met

They asked me so and I said “cool”

But they could not compute the sweat

And they could not compute the drool


My lust for robots knew no bounds

And all these women were delights

This paradise that I had found

Intoxicating to my sights


Bianka was my liaison

Programmed to accompany

To any place or occasion

To watch these robots functioning


She soon became my confidant

I told her of my fembot lust

And though this place was adequate

More sex and circuits was a must


The beautiful Bianka stood

And processed in her robot way

And with a beep she understood

What I had just begun to say


She reached up, stiff moving hands

And grasped the edges of her face

Then pulled it off while sensors scanned

And bright LEDs flashed apace


Her circuitry was beautiful

I told this to the robot girl

“My facemask is removable”

She told me as I stroked her curls


Bianka’s breasts were big and fake

As everything about her was

Her perfect body mine to take

She would obey simply because


Her programming was incomplete

She never did get too romantic

But robot women in the sheets

Can be delightfully pedantic


I soon became accustomed to

The life routine that they had made

I had a suite where I went to

When I was not out getting laid


There were a thousand androids here

Maybe a hundred or two more

Each had some features to endear

It to this human guest who walked the floor


All pretty women dressed the same

In shiny satin bodysuits

With numbers printed and their names

And matching thigh high vinyl boots


They walked around for half the day

Just looking good and to be seen

And then in shifts got put away

In charging booths with plastic sheen


So there were always hot machines

Wandering through the corridors

And outside each door little screens

And two small pictures by the door


Each suite had occupants you see

“Roommate” system for robots

And I could enter as I pleased

And I could get away with lots


But even with those flawless looks

And access panels and facemasks

All this bait was missing hooks

So eventually I had to ask


Bianka, my liaison-bot

Build a robot just for me

Like you in some ways, others not

But with all new programming


Give this robot chubby hips

Big plump thighs and big round buns

Give her full and rounded lips

And matching breasts - set to stun


Voluptuous will be the word

And monotone her speaking voice

Those whirring noises must be heard

And beeping sounds make me rejoice


Smooth and shiny make her skin

Artificial, more than yours

Access panels and within

All with seams for easy tours


Give her eyes of coldest blue

An empty stare to stir desire

Make her then want me to view

The circuitry, the ports, the wires


Make her technosexual

Make her show me what she’s got

Program her with things conceptual

Of robotics, what Love’s wrought


There must be new software done

None of you’re programmed for sex

Please craft it well, for she’s the one

I’ll help with tests, I’ll help with checks


Bianka stood and stared at me

She said “Processing” many times

She beeped and then eventually

She gave another of those signs


“Please wait… I will submit request”

She said amid extended beeps

No response came when further pressed

So I gave up and tried to sleep


Two hours from then I heard the door

A visitor had come to greet

I rolled out of bed to the floor

And saw somebody new to meet


“My name is Lauren” this girl said

She turned out just as I had hoped

She entered and then turned her head

We kissed together and we groped


Voluptuous in lingerie

The robot pushed me to the bed

Aware of my tastes in foreplay

Stiffly reached up to her head


Lauren took her facemask off

Shone her bright lights down my way

“I am a robot” came the soft

Synthetic female speaker play


Up on my elbows I now leaned

Lauren turned around for me

Showing off new plastic, clean

And shiny… such machinery


I marveled at the shape of her

Hourglass figure, plastic curves

I listened to her servos whirr

And just layed back, and just observed


Lauren’s been my girl since then

We consummated things that night

Sex Programming Version 10

Is nearing 16 gigabytes


Together we live in this suite

And visit other robot girls

We’ve played with the entire fleet

In this place high above the world



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