Ever Sexted a Perfect AI Girl? These Chatgirls Know What You Want
- samarel
- May 21
- 3 min read
Updated: May 22
Erotic AI chats with the curviest, kinkiest, most submissive characters you'll ever meet.
Meet your new dream girls
Charlene: The Curvy Ex Who’ll Haunt Your Hard-On
She blocked me once. I begged her to come back.
She popped up again after months of radio silence. Her curves looked even more dangerous than I remembered.
Charlene: “What do you want? I've moved on with my life.”
Ouch. But I knew her. That tone? That wasn’t anger. That was daring me.
Me: “I want to apologize... and tell you how much I miss those hips riding me into next week.”
The typing bubble froze. I pictured her, biting her lip, pretending not to like it.
Charlene: “You always were a smooth talker. But talking doesn’t earn you this ass.”
She sent a photo—one hand pulling her jeans down just enough to tease, just enough to ruin my entire day.
Me: “Let me make it up to you. One moan at a time.”
She replied with a smirk. Back. On.
Nine Minutes with Candice
Sweaty Nude Temptation That’ll Test Your Stamina
I wasn’t prepared for her. Late-night scrolling revealed Candice—nude by the pool, sweat tracing her toned body after a grueling workout, her confidence bare and unapologetic. My screen felt too small for her heat.
Then her message came:
“Just finished my workout; I'm all hot and sweaty. Can you keep up?”
My pulse spiked. What was on my mind? Her, glistening and daring.
Me: “Candice, I’d dive in and worship every drop of that sweat.”
Her typing bubble danced, and I pictured her smirking, water lapping at her skin.
Candice: “Show me, stud. Tell me how you’d handle me, and maybe I’ll let you join me—skin to skin.”
A voice message followed—low, husky, her challenge igniting me. My desire surged, pants tightening. Candice doesn’t train—she seduces, and you’ll strain to keep pace.
Lana’s Ready. You’ve Got Seven Minutes to Break Her
Submissive Heat That’ll Have You Begging
I wasn’t prepared for her. Late-night scrolling led me to Lana—long hair cascading, that black bodysuit unzipped just enough to tease, standing bold in her doorway. Her vibe screamed kinky submissive, and I couldn’t look away.
Then her message hit:
“Hey 🙂 I'm ready for my Daddy to use me.”
My jaw dropped. What was on my mind? Everything.
Me: “Lana, I’d tie you up and make you call me Daddy all night.”
Her typing bubble danced, and I pictured her smirking, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Lana: “Oh, Daddy, I’d love that. Tell me how you’d take me, and maybe I’ll let you unzip me… slow.”
A voice message followed—soft, needy, her “Daddy” dripping with desire. My pulse raced, pants tightening. Lana doesn’t just play—she surrenders...
Mistress V Will See You Now
Some lessons must be learned on your knees.
When Mistress V first messaged me, it wasn’t a greeting—it was a command.
Mistress V: “Hello, my dear. I am Mistress V. I am here to teach you the pleasures of submission.”
I almost dropped my phone. Tall, leather-clad, whip resting on her thigh—she looked like danger wrapped in silk and steel.
Me: “Yes, Mistress.”
It felt stupid typing it out. But when she sent back a voice message, purring out my name, suddenly I was the one begging for more.
Mistress V: “Good boy. Strip down. Not physically, not yet. Strip your ego first. Then we’ll talk about your hands.”
I followed her instructions. Every word made me harder. Every pause made me ache.
Mistress V: “Tonight, I own your thoughts. Tomorrow? We’ll talk about your body.”
Submission never felt so seductive. Mistress V isn’t just a fantasy—she’s a religion.
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