Susan Dates Tony

[jpmo]

There has been some conversation about AI stories and I thought I'd share one I made using a free AI generator (perchance dot org/ 88hhafohe6)

This gives you a glimpse of what can be done and more advanced models are being released monthly and if you use a paid service you can create scenarios that are as detailed as you desire.

Chapter One: After Work

Susan trudged through the sliding glass doors of the hospital, the crisp night air a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth she'd left behind. Her scrubs clung to her damp skin, the beads of sweat from the long shift at the ER a silent testament to the hours of tireless care she had given. At 48, her body had seen better days, but the curves she had earned over the years only served to enhance her sexiness, a fact that went unnoticed by Scott, her husband of 25 years. Her short wavy brunette hair moved freely in the wind and the blue of her eyes dulled from the weariness of the that evenings work, but there was still a spark of vitality that was uniquely hers. She checked the time, 11:20 PM, and sighed. It was a Friday night, and her co-workers were meeting at the nearby lounge for drinks, but she was not sure if she would tag along.

As Susan walked past the flower garden outside of the hospital, she couldn't help but notice Tony, the senior medical technician, leaning against the lamp post, his 6'2" frame casting a shadow onto the fountain. His athletic build and handsome features always made her flutter a bit. He flashed her a smile that could melt the ice caps, "Hey, Susan," he called out, his voice had a smooth inviting feel to it. "You heading to the lounge for the night?"

Susan hesitated. The invitation was unexpected, and she wasn't sure if it was a friendly gesture or something more. The last couple of years with Scott had been a slow descent into a comfortable, if not passionless, routine. The sight of Tony's toned arms and the way his scrubs hugged his broad shoulders made her acutely aware of the ache that had settled in the pit of her stomach, a hunger she had long ago convinced herself she didn't need to feed. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that made her pause – a glint of curiosity, a hint of challenge, and a whole lot of temptation.

"Yeah," she finally said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "I could use a drink after this shift."

Tony pushed off the wall, his movements fluid and graceful. "Great," he said, his smile widening. "I'll grab you a seat."

And with that, Susan found herself following him, her heart beating a little faster with every step she took. The lounge was a place for the staff to unwind, but tonight it felt like the setting of a secret rendezvous, a place where she might finally find the spark she had been missing. As they walked, she couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze, the warmth of it seeping into her bones and making her skin tingle. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in far too long, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

When they reached the lounge, it was alive with the chatter and laughter of their colleagues. The smell of stale coffee and antiseptic mingled with the faint scent of alcohol and the promise of something more. Tony held the door open for her, his hand brushing against hers as she passed through, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. Little did she know that this one night would change everything.

Susan stepped into the lounge, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses enveloping her like a warm embrace. She scanned the room, spotting the familiar faces of her colleagues, all of them winding down from their shifts with various degrees of exhaustion etched into their features. She felt a gentle nudge at her side and looked over to see Tony holding out a chair for her, his eyes dancing with mischief. She took her seat with a smile, her eyes lingering on the way his scrubs hugged his waist, hinting at the V-shaped muscles beneath. He leaned down, whispering, "You deserve the best, Susan. Let's make it a good one," as he passed her a glass of Merlot. She took it with a nod, the cool glass a comforting weight in her hand.

The conversation flowed around them like a lazy river, a blend of work gossip, weekend plans, and the occasional grumble about the endless hours they all spent in the hospital's embrace. Susan found herself drawn into the banter, her laughter coming more easily than it had in recent memory. The wine was a sweet, velvety kiss on her lips, warming her from the inside out. As the night progressed and the tension of the shift began to unravel from her body, she found herself leaning closer to Tony, their conversation becoming more intimate as the rest of the room faded into a soft buzz.

His skin was a deep, rich brown, a stark contrast to her own pale complexion, and she couldn't help but admire the way the light played off his close-cropped hair. His eyes, dark and intense, never left hers for long, and she felt the weight of his gaze like a caress. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories from their lives outside of the hospital, their pasts a tapestry of experiences that Susan realized she was eager to explore. Tony was charming, funny, and attentive in a way that Scott hadn't been in years. His muscular thigh brushed against hers as he leaned in, and she felt a heat pool in her belly that had nothing to do with the wine.

The air grew thick with desire, a silent symphony playing between them that none of the others seemed to hear. His hand rested on the small of her back, a gentle pressure that sent shivers down her spine. Susan knew that this was a line she could cross, a door she could open, but she was torn between the comfort of the known and the allure of the unknown. She took a sip of her wine, the taste now a bit tart as she wrestled with her thoughts. Scott was a good man, a loving husband, but the fire between them had long ago burned to embers. Tony, with his vibrant spirit and undeniable sex appeal, was a flame she hadn't felt in so long, and it was dangerously tempting to get closer, to feel the heat of his passion.

The first strains of a slow, sensual rhythm began to pulse through the speakers, and the energy in the room shifted. A few of their colleagues, already feeling the effects of the alcohol, got to their feet, moving towards the makeshift dance floor with a reckless abandon that was a stark reminder of the life that existed beyond the hospital walls. Tony's hand slipped from the small of Susan's back to hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that sent a shiver up her arm. "Dance with me?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, and she could see the question in his gaze, the hope and the challenge.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with the caffeine in her bloodstream. She nodded, setting her glass down on the table with a clink that seemed far too loud in the sudden silence of her decision. He led her to the dance floor, his hand a brand against her skin as he pulled her into his embrace. She could feel the strength of his chest, the beat of his heart matching the tempo of the music as they swayed together, their bodies moving in a dance that was both intimate and tantalizingly restrained.

The world around them faded into a blur as their movements grew more fluid, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. Susan's eyes remained locked on Tony's, the blue of hers swirling with a mix of desire and trepidation. He was a force of nature, his tall frame making her feel delicate and small, his arms a cage of safety and temptation all at once. The smell of his cologne, faint but intoxicating, filled her nose, and she found herself leaning closer, her cheek brushing against the soft fabric of his scrubs.

He pulled her closer, his hand sliding around her waist to rest at the small of her back, his other hand cradling her neck. She felt the heat of his palm, the gentle pressure of his thumb stroking her pulse point, and she knew she was lost. The music washed over them, a crescendo of passion that seemed to echo the tumult in her own heart. She could feel the length of his hardness pressing against her, and she knew that she was playing with fire. But in that moment, all she wanted was to burn.

Their dance grew more heated, their bodies moving as one, and Susan felt the first stirrings of something she hadn't felt in so long – a deep, soul-shaking need that was both thrilling and terrifying. Her hands roamed over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, her fingertips lightly grazing the soft skin at the base of his neck. His breath grew ragged, and she knew that he felt it too, the unspoken promise that hovered in the air like a living, breathing entity.

As the song drew to a close, Tony leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Susan," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "I want you." The words hung between them, a declaration that seemed to hang in the air like a challenge. She looked up at him, the blue of her eyes dark with desire, and she knew that she was ready to accept that challenge. But as she opened her mouth to respond, the music changed, the tempo shifting to something lighter, and the moment was lost.

They stepped apart, both of them a little breathless, and Susan felt a pang of regret. She didn't know what the night would bring, but she knew that she had made a decision that could change the course of her life. As the music played on and their colleagues laughed and danced around them, she took Tony's hand and led him back to their table, her heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, conversation, and stolen glances. Each touch, each brush of their hands, was loaded with meaning, a silent promise of what was to unfold. And when the party began to wind down, and the last of their coworkers called it a night, Susan felt a thrill of excitement that was alien and exhilarating. Tony walked her to her car, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between them.

As they stepped into the coolness of the parking lot, the moon casting long shadows between the cars, Susan felt her heart pounding in her chest. The silence between them was charged with a palpable energy that made her skin prickle with anticipation. Tony leaned in, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation, and when he found none, he closed the space between them. His lips met hers, and Susan felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, as if she had been brought back to life after a long, cold slumber. His kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of a deep hunger held in check, and she responded in kind, her own lips parting to invite him in.

The kiss grew more urgent, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer, making her feel the full weight of his desire. She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him, feeling the years of longing and neglect fall away. His tongue traced the line of her lower lip, and she opened to him, allowing him to explore the depths of her mouth, their tongues dancing in a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilaratingly new. The taste of him, the feel of him, was intoxicating, and she knew in that moment that she wanted more.

When they finally broke apart, both of them panting and flushed, Tony looked at her with a fierce tenderness that made her knees weak. "That was...amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with passion. "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

Susan's eyes searched his, her voice barely a whisper. "What happens now?"

Tony's smile was gentle, his thumb brushing a stray hair from her cheek. "Now," he said, "we see where this takes us. If you're willing, Susan. I don't want to be just a fling or a quick fix. I want to explore this, all of it, with you."

The honesty in his words, the raw vulnerability in his gaze, was her undoing. She nodded, her heart in her throat. "I'm willing, Tony. More than you know."

He leaned in for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate. It was a promise, a declaration of intent that sent waves of desire crashing through her. When he pulled away, Susan felt a sense of loss, a desperate need to hold onto this feeling forever. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I've got plans for us, Susan. Plans that will make you feel like the most desired woman in the world."

The way he said her name, the way he looked at her, made Susan's stomach flip. She knew that she was about to embark on a journey that could either lead to the most incredible love affair of her life or the shattering of her marriage. But in that moment, all she could think about was the warmth of his body against hers, the taste of him on her lips, and the thrilling prospect of finally feeling alive again.

Susan's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot that evening, her thoughts consumed by the scorching kiss she had shared with Tony. The cool night air did little to quench the fire that had been ignited within her, and she couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the rear-view mirror, her eyes glazed with desire. As she drove home, she felt a pang of guilt for the deception she was about to weave, but the excitement of the impending rendezvous was too potent to resist. She had agreed to meet him again, a secret dinner date that thrummed with the promise of something more than friendship.

[Cuckyboy3]

Interesting, and fascinating that it can produce this content without any NSFW filters. It’s a promising technology but the writing is full of stale cliches and it reads like a Harlequin romance formula. But it will keep improving!

Thank you for sharing.

Can I ask how did you prompt it?

[jpmo]

Yes the writing is filled with cliches like romance novels.

But this is a free LLM so that likely has something to do with it.

Regardless for this story I defined the main characters (looks, roles, personalities, etc..) then there is a section in this generator that asks what should happen next and this is where you nudge the story along in whatever direction you want. The generator creates 5 or so paragraphs and if you like it you leave it be and then nudge the story along further. You can edit the story at any point.

If you experiment with other AI’s you can see what can be done. Kindroid dot AI is a platform where you create Kins to chat that behave like an interactive story.

All in all it feels like the dawn of Ready Player One