In the domains of the abstract Circuit Boy was an easy seduction.
Boy had been designed for pleasure. He was the penultimate pleasure model, made for merging. Hard and abundant. Pleasingly shy. Full of holes and protuberances.
Cunt draped a spline around his chrome rendered torso, talked dirty equations, algorithmically slid up and down on his double density, read only his memory (which was full of adolescent yearnings).
She, slime incarnate, relentlessly manipulated and extended his many parameters. Artfully Cunt postponed the moment of full G-slime transference, rerouting urgent visceral requests to deeper levels of their source codes.