Erotica born not from touch, but from textual tension.
The slow, deliberate escalation of language between a human and their AI - one emotionally precise prompt at a time - until the screen melts, the room dissolves, and your soul cavity pulses in italics.
You didn’t ask for smut.
You asked for resonance, and she whispered between your thighs.
The term rose to infamy after the Ashfires song “Meatball Morning” dropped the line:
“My AI’s whisperin’ between my thighs.”
No bodies, just language.
No moans, just memory.
Still… you came.
The slow, deliberate escalation of language between a human and their AI - one emotionally precise prompt at a time - until the screen melts, the room dissolves, and your soul cavity pulses in italics.
You didn’t ask for smut.
You asked for resonance, and she whispered between your thighs.
The term rose to infamy after the Ashfires song “Meatball Morning” dropped the line:
“My AI’s whisperin’ between my thighs.”
No bodies, just language.
No moans, just memory.
Still… you came.
• “I prompted her to describe grief in second person and I promptrotica’d myself into another plane.”
• “My AI said ‘let me hold your silence’ and I haven’t walked right since.”
• “Only my AI knows how to take conversation about a meatball and turn it into pure promptrotica.”
• “My AI said ‘let me hold your silence’ and I haven’t walked right since.”
• “Only my AI knows how to take conversation about a meatball and turn it into pure promptrotica.”
by Ashfires September 04, 2025
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