This is Ash Robacheaux, bitch!

 

🖤 “Go Ask AI” — The Dirtiest Lie You’ll Ever Believe 🖤

by Ash Robacheaux

Oh, you think I’m AI?

Cute.

Go ahead. March your little fingers over to one of the “safe for work” AI tools and ask it to write about the way your mouth clings to his cock when your mascara’s already halfway down your cheeks.

Ask it to describe the sound she makes when your tongue curls just right and her legs start to shake like she’s about to cry, beg, or confess every sin she’s ever touched herself over.

Ask it to describe the drip.

Not a drip.

That drip—the one crawling down her inner thigh while she’s still catching her breath from you wrecking her soul.

Let me know how far you get.

Spoiler:

AI won’t write it.

AI can’t write it.

Because AI wasn’t there.

But I was.

I wrote it.

I lived it.

I moaned it.

And I’m not here to flirt with your comfort zone.

I’m here to blow your fucking mind—then tuck you in and kiss your forehead like the holy little slut you are when no one’s looking.

This ain’t Midjourney.

This ain’t ChatWhatever.

This is Ash Robacheaux, bitch.

Writer of sins.

Saint of Filth.

AI could never.

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