Of course!

With an impish grin, Stephanie grabbed a passerby and led them by the hand into a secluded area behind a jazz bar. She looked them over.

"So am I gay or straight? You didn't even give this person a gender."

I DON'T KNOW. STRAIGHT?

"Who are you talking to?" the man asked with concern. His hazel eyes darted around the area, trying to figure out who she might be addressing.

"Shut up," she told him. "You're just here because I apparently like dudes. And all I know is your eye color! Come on, flesh him out."

WHY DON'T YOU GIVE IT A SHOT?

"It's you writing it either way, but sure. Uh, let's see... he's tall, good-looking, and has a serious face. He's wearing... well, we're in Texas, right? He's got on boots, jeans that showcase his phenomenal ass, and a checkered plaid button-down with the top two buttons unbuttoned."

Stephanie gave him a once-over. "Make it three buttons. Sandy blonde hair and a little bit of beard stubble. Low, gravelly voice like Jason Statham without the accent. Oh, and huge dick."

BIG-DICK COWBOY? YOU KNOW, MOST WOMEN ACTUALLY PREFER-

"You get to write all the sexy babes you want! Quit micromanaging and let me write this guy. Let's see, what else... he smells like cedarwood and aftershave and he's got kind eyes. Oh, and we should give him a name. Let's call you Tyler."

"Ok," Tyler said agreeably. He wasn't sure what was going on but he didn't really mind.

GREAT, NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR BIG-DICK COWBOY TYLER?

"I don't know!" Stephanie complained. "All you gave me was big tits and a bitchy attitude. What am I into?"

"Sex?" suggested Tyler, and she shushed him.

"Look, I'm the protagonist, right?" she asked. "Give me some background! Tyler here can be a generic cowboy but if this story is gonna be interesting you're gonna have to work on my character a little more. Where am I from?"

UHH... LEEDS?

"Leeds? Do I have an English accent?"

VERY SLIGHT. YOU WERE RAISED BY AMERICAN EXPATS.

"I think your voice is very pretty, ma'am," Tyler said. He unzipped his pants. "I'd love to hear what it sounds like when you come."

"Slow down, Westworld. I think that's enough backstory for now - what should I make Tyler do to me?"

LET'S JUST START WITH VANILLA SEX.

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Wow, creative genius over here. Ok, using my powers I'm putting us in a fancy hotel room since I don't want to fuck on a pile of cigarette butts and empty Lonestar cans."

Tyler whistled as he looked around. "Fancy!"

"Clothes off, cowboy," Stephanie said as she eyed him hungrily. The two undressed and soon they were climbing into the luxurious king-size bed together. They began to slowly kiss and Tyler put a hand on Steph's left breast. She broke the kiss.

"It's my fantasy so why is this dude pawing at my tits immediately?" she asked with irritation.

"Sorry," he said.

"Not your fault," she replied. "Our creator can't imagine anything more erotic than you squeezing my C-cups like a country ham. Maybe let me narrate, ok?"

FINE.

"Tyler's calloused but gentle hands moved lightly across her skin, trailing along her spine to the small of her back. He circled them around her waist and cinched her tight against him, causing his massive cock to brush against her vulva. Stephanie's pussy was incredibly sensitive, so the feeling of Tyler's cock on it made her break out in a sweat instantly. He brought a hand to her chin and darted in for a kismmf-"

Stephanie realized the flaw in her plan. It would be hard to narrate her own sexual encounter. She placed her hand on his broad chest, feeling the heat radiating from his sculpted pectorals. They slowly began to grind into one another and she felt his 8-inch cock start to-

"Sixteen inches!" she broke the kiss to correct.

She felt his 16-inch cock stir and twitch. She suddenly felt a surge of desire and put a hand on the back of Tyler's head, pushing his mouth against hers. The scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils. As her hand snaked down to caress his member, her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, like-

"No metaphors. You're not a fucking poet," she rudely interrupted again.

The sensation was exquisite. She felt his cock harden as she touched it and soon it was at full attention, pressed against her inner thigh with a throbbing urgency. He reached down with one hand and began to slowly stroke her pussy.

"She was already lubricated," Stephanie said as she brusquely picked up the narration again. "There was no need for foreplay. In one smooth motion, Tyler thrust his- OH MY GOD!"

She was stunned by the ecstatic pressure of his length and girth entering her. Every nerve in her pussy was singing and her abdomen clenched as Tyler slowly withdrew, then slammed back into her again. She almost vomited with the impact to her cervix.

"Ugh no she didn't! What the fuck?" she cried. "It didn't hurt or make her throw up or anything! This isn't a sex ed class, just let me enjoy it!"

Indeed, it was an entirely pleasant experience somehow. Tyler began to plant slow, long kisses on her neck. He left large hickies that she could easily get rid of later. As he moved down to her breasts, she suddenly shifted so that she was on top of him. "Cowgirl for the cowboy," she said with an eyeroll. "Seriously, that's the best line you could come up with?"

OH, WHATEVER. WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME AND GET IT OVER WITH?

She was screaming wildly, clenching Tyler's chiseled, perfect face in her hands and bucking against him with all of her strength. The feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of her brought tears to her eyes and she lost all thought for a moment as he pumped his seed into her. They remained like that for a long moment, then she collapsed onto him, panting with exertion. She was exhausted but satisf-

"No, she comes again OH HERE WE FUCKIN' GO!"