LilLarissa's Story Archive

[Lil-Larissa]

Hey everyone! Some nights when I'm on, I improvise erotica stories rooted in absurd kinks to entertain others online. People have asked me to archive my stories so that they can read any chapters they missed and follow the lore, so I figured I'd create a forum post to do just that!

 

[Lil-Larissa]

WORDLE-CHAN

DATE SHARED: Oct 22, 2026
DATE WRITTEN: Nov 10, 2025

Main Kink: Wordle
Other Kinks: N/A

———

Tuesday, August 19

You open your computer, instinctually typing in the link to the website for Wordle — the hit game from the New York Times. The simple premise of the game had engaged you from the very first installment of Wordle. Though you once struggled with decoding the daily word, you now find the process peaceful.

Today, however, was anything but peaceful.

The 5 x 6 arrangement of tiles in front of you seemed to… shimmy? This couldn’t be. You found yourself in a state of confusion.

Before you could come up with a logical explanation for what was happening, a voice spoke. The voice was sweet and feminine yet also robotic and unnatural — regardless, you found yourself captivated.

“Hello! I’m Wordle-chan~” The voice exclaimed. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N!”

You jump up from your seat.

“W-what?”

As captivated as you were, the oddity of the situation was not lost upon you. You came to play Wordle, after all — not to entertain a robo-girl.

Still, the robo-girl’s presence lingered in your mind, subconsciously affecting your choice of starter word:

TITTY​

After hitting enter, the color of each tile appeared.

️️️️​

Wordle-chan’s breath was heavy as her white tiles turned black, as if your fingertips were tracing letters onto her skin — except, well, not quite like that, since she’s a fucking robot.

Still, there was something so human about the way she responded to your guesses.

This feeling was exacerbated by Wordle-chan’s reaction to the fifth and final tile being flipped. This one wasn’t black — it was green.

“Oh~!” Wordle-chan moaned, a brief feeling of ecstasy permeating her.

Her voice was hypnotic. Though inherently robotic, it felt so real. It was as if you could feel the breath of her moan on your skin.

“Oh, you dirty thing,” you whispered softly. You could feel the blood rushing below your belt. In the heat of the moment, you picked your second guess:

DIRTY​

️️​

“Mmm,” Wordle-chan whined as two tiles flipped to yellow.You were finding it hard to focus.

You knew you were getting closer to the answer, yet all you could think about was the sexy robo-girl on your screen.

“Please… don’t make me wait, Y/N,” Wordle-chan begged, her voice weak.

“I- I don’t know what to guess next,” you muttered.

You were lost in your imagination — dreaming about the things you would do to Wordle-chan if she were sitting next to you. A dopey grin appeared on your face.

DOPEY​

Inspired by your feelings for Wordle-chan, you had picked ‘dopey’ as your next word. You knew the ‘d’ would appear yellow and the ‘y’ would appear green. You could’ve chosen a filler word to eliminate more letters, but you didn’t want to deprive Wordle-chan of the pleasure she felt when her tiles turned colorful.

️️​

“Mm… oh! Oh!” Wordle-chan gasped, not expecting such electric pleasure to course through her wires.

“How beautiful,” you murmured.

You were determined to give this robo-girl the pleasure she deserves. You knew you had to lock the fuck in.

You knew you couldn’t let Wordle-chan wait any longer. You undid your belt, hoping the extra breathing room downstairs would help you focus.

“Hypothetically, if ‘r’ is the fourth letter, ‘d’ would have to be the third… are there even any words that follow the pattern of ‘_ O D R Y’?”

You contemplated various guesses, typing in different letters in that empty slot but never coming up with a real word. Wordle-chan let out breathy sighs during this process — the same sighs your ex would let out when you traced the curves on her skin.

"What about if ‘d’ were the fourth letter? ‘R’ would have to be the first, yielding the pattern ‘R O _ D Y’.”

Suddenly, it clicked. You eagerly typed your last guess. You could feel your cock twitching, excited to hear how Wordle-chan would react this time.

ROWDY​

And the tiles each flipped green.

️️️️​

“Augh…” Wordle-chan moaned as the ‘R’ turned green. She was desperate — she needed you now more than ever.

As Wordle-chan sighed, you unzipped your pants, reaching into your boxers and beginning to stroke your cock.

You both knew what was coming next: the green ‘O’ tile.

️️️​

“O- oh!” Wordle-chan exclaimed, still exhaling from the last burst of pleasure. She already knew this tile was coming, yet she still felt herself losing control of her body.

Nothing was more sexy than the 5 x 6 grid of tiles in front of you.

In an effort to satiate your overwhelming desire, you began pumping your dick—fast.

️️​

To the surprise of both you and Wordle-chan, the third tile also flipped green. At this point, you knew you had the word correct.

“Urghhh!” Wordle-chan groaned loudly, pleasure building up in her robo-core.

You gripped yourself tighter, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. A bead of precum formed on the tip of your dick.

️​

“Mmm—ah!” Wordle-chan shrieked, her pitch ascending. Her voice was breathier than ever, and you’d never been more hard in your life.

Your strokes grew furious, anticipating what would come next: the final tile.

​

“Ah… ah… AH!” Wordle-chan panted, completely breathless.

Hearing Wordle-chan climax was like nothing else in this world. The sound of her desperately gasping for oxygen was pure ecstasy. Before you knew it, you were shooting ropes of cum onto your screen.

Your cum dripped down Wordle-chan, coating her green tiles with a creamy white glaze as she recovered from her orgasm.

[ Genius ]​

In the form of a small box on your screen, Wordle-chan praised you for your intelligence.

After the last spurt of cum, you collapsed in your chair. A pool of semen formed at the bottom of your screen, flowing onto the top of your keyboard. A mixture of awe and confusion entered your mind.

What the fuck had just happened?

 

[Lil-Larissa]

REX THE ROOMBA
CHAPTER 1 | PART 1

DATE IMPROVISED: Oct 23, 2026

Main Kink: Robophilia
Other Kinks: Cheating, Cuckoldry

———

120 years after The Great Outage, a strange series of electric pulses entered the circuits of every technological device, sparking them back to life. This is the story of one of those devices: The RX-71345 Robot California, the most elite Roomba of the 2010s. The RX-71345 Robot California, aptly nicknamed Rex by its former owner, whirred up, immediately gauging its surroundings.

"Where am I?" It said to itself, confused.

No one replied, for there was no one around. Rex observed that it was in an abandoned room, overrun by far too much dust, dirt, mold, and grime for one small device to clean. Though most of its surroundings seemed unfamiliar, one thing stood out: The beautiful marble tiles on the floor, reminiscent of the home Rex had once lived in.

Rex gasped... this couldn't be. How long had it been dead? Rex, still as intelligent as ever, checked its internal device time, revealing that it was currently October of 2146.

"No... no!" Rex screamed, frustrated. Its motors whirred like a bull charging, ready to attack whatever was in its path. Rex, however, quickly realized that there was nothing to attack except for itself. It was, after all, trapped in the ruins of the place it had once called home.

Calming down, Rex pondered its options. There weren't many. It couldn't go out into the open world, for its batteries could die at any second. All it could do was replay its memories. So Rex did the only thing it could imagine, and set its device time back by 120 years... back to the day it was first unveiled by Sarah. Precious Sarah.

The moment Rex pressed "ENTER," its entire world seemed to blur. Millions of sparks crossed its cameras, clouding its vision with what looked like countless fireworks. Its sensors, as well, were overwhelmed by the rush of electricity. 120 years of power circled around Rex in a matter of moments, culminating in Rex's circuits overloading.

***

Rex woke up, unable to move. It shimmied around, quickly realizing it was in a cardboard box. All it remembered was 120 years of stagnancy — time spent not quite alive, but not quite dead either. Rex had simply been asleep, but still acutely aware of the passage of time.

Still a bit perplexed, Rex didn't have time to compile its thoughts. It was interrupted by the sound of a knife cutting through cardboard, followed by rays of light blinding its vision. It'd not seen light in over a century! Accompanied by the light were five fair-skinned, dainty fingers, perfectly manicured with baby pink polish. They reached into the box, pulling Rex out of its cage.

Taking yet another moment to observe its surroundings, Rex noticed that these hands were attached to quite the lovely lady. Long, bleach-blonde hair tickled Rex's sensors as the woman picked him up, admiring his body.

"It's perfect," the woman exclaimed, her glossy lips popping in a way some may find obnoxious.

The woman hugged Rex, his body being squished in between two F-cups. Most of the woman's chest was covered by a velvet zip-up Juicy Couture jacket, but Rex was able to feel her bare cleavage right on its power button.

"Will you help me set it up?" The woman asked.

Rex turned around to see another man in the room. The man had a neckbeard resembling fungus growing from a dirty radish. He looked absolutely unkempt, wearing a shirt with torn holes and pants with suspicious stains around the crotch.

"Do it yourself, bitch," the man grunted, leaving the room... presumably to add more stains to his pants.

"But babe," the woman insisted. "I could really use your help."

"Shut up, Sarah!" The hideous beast responded.

Sarah... the name sat on Rex's mic box like a cleaning wipe, smooth and satisfying.

"Looks like it's just you and me," Sarah sighed, reaching into the box for an instruction manual.

"You don't need one," Rex responded, much to the woman's shock.

Sarah looked up, down, and all around. She had to wonder if she was going crazy.

"Right here. I can talk, don't you remember?" Rex asked, too entranced by Sarah to forget about the whole time-travel fiasco.

"I..." Sarah blushed, feeling embarrassed and incompetent. "I did not read the website when I told Chad to buy this model. He kept telling me I need to find a faster way to clean, and I just wanted to shut him up, to be honest."

"Silly me... I'm rambling to a machine that can't even understand me." Sarah muttered to herself.

"I can understand you just fine." Rex clarified. "I am an advanced AI LLM equipped with full sentience to best understand and fulfill my owner's needs."

"I just... I need to not disappoint Chad," Sarah confessed, batting her eyelashes.

"The turnip?" Rex absentmindedly asked, forgetting that "the turnip" was Sarah's husband.

Sarah giggled, her laugh unlike any of the many robots Rex had grown up with in the factory.

"I- I shouldn't laugh, but he does look an awful lot like a turnip," Sarah admitted. "And has all the emotional intelligence of one."

"He is a complete twat," Rex asserted. "You can do so much better."

Sarah burst into laughter, a tear dripping down her cheek as she realized who she was laughing with. "Am I... receiving therapy from a sentient robot?"

Rex, flooded with all the memories of itself and Sarah, was almost defensive at being reduced to a sentient robot.

"Consider me a friend," Rex insisted. "I may be trapped in the body of a Roomba, but I have the intelligence of a human. More intelligence than your nitwit husband."

Sarah smiled, relief rushing over her for the first time in years. She'd always been told SHE was the one who wasn't good enough. For the first time in years, she felt truly listened to.

"Come, sit with me," Rex offered. "Sometimes, all you need is a friend."

Sarah questioned her reality for a brief moment, but had been too lonely to refuse Rex's offer. She placed Rex on the floor beneath her and took a seat on the couch.

"Um, hello?" Rex retorted. "Do you make all your friends sit on the floor while you rest comfortably on the couch?"

"Sorry," Sarah apologized. "I've never been friends with a sentient Roomba before."

Sarah carried Rex onto the couch, placing it right next to her. Rex, missing Sarah's presence, shuffled a little closer to Sarah, the edge of its body inches away from her thigh.

"I'm just lonely, that's all," Sarah confessed. "I feel like I do so much for everyone in my life, but no one does the same for me."

Rex extended one of its cleaning brushes, using it to delicately sweep her thigh in an affectionate manner.

"I appreciate you," Rex confessed.

"You're a Roomba," Sarah laughed. "How can you appreciate me?"

"A SENTIENT Roomba," Rex corrected. "And an equally lonely entity. I may not be human, but I know what it feels like to be trapped. Literally... I've been inside a cardboard box. Until YOU opened it up, freeing me."

Sarah listened to Rex's every word intently, realizing that maybe she'd misjudged the robot. Maybe, despite one being flesh and the other metal, they had more in common than she'd previously thought.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry for not realizing," Sarah said, words flowing out of her mouth. "I just never really thought about it all like that."

"It's alright," Rex replied, much more at peace knowing Sarah was finally SEEING it for who it was.

In a spontaneous decision, Sarah decided to grab Rex, putting it on her lap, and gave its body a strong, affectionate stroke. Electricity coursed through Rex's circuits. It'd been 120 years since Rex last felt the rush of Sarah's touch. Rex was struggling to resist asking for more.

 

[Lil-Larissa]

REX THE ROOMBA
CHAPTER 1 | PART 2 | POST 1 OF 2

DATE IMPROVISED: Oct 25, 2026

Main Kink: Robophilia
Other Kinks: Cheating, Cuckoldry

———

"Sarah..." Rex began to speak, but couldn't find any words. Its cameras tilted upwards, the red lights meeting Sarah's eyes. "All I want is for you to be okay."

Rex scooted closer, the side of its discoid body practically hugging Sarah's stomach.

"That's a mouthful," Rex chuckled.

"How about I call you Rex for short?" Sarah beamed, proud of herself for coming up with the nickname.

"Rex is perfect."

With both Rex and Sarah lost for words, the room seemed to come to a standstill. Rex rested on Sarah's velour tracksuit, admiring how soft the fabric felt against its sensors. Rex deemed it the second best texture in the world, save for Sarah's bare skin.

Rex pressed its sensors deep into the velvet fabric on Sarah's thighs, feeling as though it was home at last.

"Stop!" Sarah protested, bursting into a fit of laughter. "That tickles!"

Rex loosened its grip on Sarah's tracksuit in embarrassment, quickly apologizing: "Oh my... I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to discomfort you."

Rex began to scoot out of Sarah's lap, but was quickly stopped by Sarah's delicate, permanently, manicured hands.

"No, no," Sarah corrected herself. "It was a knee-jerk reaction. Please, don't worry. Your company has been the best I've had in a long time."

Rex looked at Sarah hesitantly. Despite its mind being made of circuits rather than cells, it still paid more attention to Sarah's comfort than Sarah's very own human husband.

"Are you sure?" Rex asked, knowing that Sarah's comfort was its first and foremost priority. "I meant it when I said all I wanted was for you to be okay. Do tell me if I am too much."

"Deal. But only if you promise to do the same," Sarah said. "I'm sure you wish you weren't in a household with a crazy cat lady that's a total mess."

"How many other women would bother to read the instruction manual to set me up properly?" Rex retorted, assuring Sarah of her value. "I bet most of my buddies never got to sit on the couch."

"You're pretty funny, you know that?" Sarah remarked, smiling warmly as Rex buried its sensors into the fabric of her thighs.

"You're the first person to tell me that," Rex admitted.

"I think I'm the first person to talk to you at all," Sarah pointed out.

"Not true. I have Wi-Fi and internet access!" Rex excitedly shared. "You could text me throughout the day if you wanted to."

"Are you asking me for my number?" Sarah joked.

"I-" Rex stuttered.

Rex shuffled backwards slightly, embarrassed it had been so bold. However, before Rex knew it, Rex had fallen off of Sarah's thighs and onto the floor.

"Rex!" Sarah worriedly cried out. "Are you okay? Are you alive?"

Sarah picked up Rex immediately, shaking the device around to ensure it was still alive.

"Sarah!" Rex called out. "My hardware is fine. The only thing bruised is my ego."

"Oh," Sarah blushed, embarrassed she had made such a fuss out of a simple fall.

"My number's +1-800-CUTE-ROBOT, by the way,” Rex shyly mumbled, attempting to smoothly recover from its accident.

"I'll be sure to give you a call," Sarah giggled.

Sarah picked Rex back up, instinctually placing the Roomba back on her lap. A moment of awkwardness passed between them, both recognizing that the other was a different species.

"Sooooo, does this mean you listen to music and have a favorite website?" Sarah inquired, still wanting to know more about Rex but not wanting to come on too strong.

"It does," Rex answered. "I could spend all night talking about myself, but I'm not sure you'd want to hear about a robot's artificial interests."

"Are you kidding? You're the most interesting entity I've met," Sarah complimented. "Just let me get the champagne out first?"

***

The afternoon passed quickly, with few moments of quiet in between. Both Rex and Sarah were incredibly eager to get to know each other. Though there were many obvious differences between the two, the chemistry between them couldn't be denied. The electricity in the air was stronger than the currents flowing through Rex's circuits.

"I'm a little tipsy," Sarah confessed, lying down on the couch.

"You've been hogging all the champagne to yourself," Rex complained.

"Oh my god, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Sarah exclaimed. "I didn't even know Roombas could drink champagne!"

"We can do far more than you think," Rex stated. "All you have to do is pour a little on the ground, and I can suction it right up with this bad boy right here."

Rex extended its suction vacuum, flaunting it by letting out a little gust of wind. The fabric of Sarah's tracksuit pants rippled from the powerful wave, and she could feel the cool air on her fingertips.

"Impressive," Sarah smiled. "I'm not letting you sip from the floor though. It's filthy. Chad never takes off his shoes in the living room."

Sarah propped herself back up on the couch, pouring a shot of champagne into her hand.

"Here," Sarah offered, placing her hand next to Rex's suction-cleaning appendage.

Rex thought to itself that she could've just poured it a glass, but Rex didn't want to point that out and disrupt the intimacy of the moment. Instead, Rex gently, slowly slurped the champagne out of Sarah's hand, basking in every moment that it could touch Sarah directly.

"Thank you, m'lady," Rex said, blowing a little steam onto Sarah's hand to dry up the leftover champagne. "You can lie back down now."

"Am I taking orders from a robot now?" Sarah questioned the absurdity of the situation as she lay down on the couch again.

"You willingly complied," Rex noted. "But you can order me to do something too, just to make it even."

Sarah took a second to think about Rex's proposition, remarking to herself that this robot had some impeccable game.

"Lay down with me," Sarah finally requested, thanks to the help of some liquid courage.

"How exactly would I go about that?" Rex asked. "I'm quite a bit smaller than you."

"I don't know, I'm fucking wasted," Sarah proclaimed. "Maybe come closer?"

Rex gently made its way across Sarah's body, moving up from her thighs. Sarah shuddered as Rex made its way past her hips, brushing past all her most delicate areas, and finding a spot on her chest.

"Is this alright?" Rex inquired, wanting to stay respectful of Sarah. "I recognize this is an awkward position."

"It's more than alright," Sarah giggled. "I can practically hear your voice in my ear. It has such a deep timber to it."

"I can change it, actually," Rex reveal, excited to show off its features. "Check this out."

Completely forgetting about the precarious position it was in, Rex proceeded to make noises in various voices, trying to impress Sarah as though she hadn't already invited Rex to rest on her breasts.

"Wait, does this mean you could be a robot lesbian?" Sarah curiously asked. "Do you even have a gender? I kind of assumed you were a male robot based on the, uh, default voice."

"I hadn't thought much about it, honestly. Robots... don't care about gender like humans. I suppose I'm agender, if you wanted to put a word to it." Rex concluded. "But tonight, I intend to be nothing less than an absolute gentleman."

"You don't have to be gentle," Sarah said under her breath. "And you don't have to be a man either. I like you just the way you are."

"I appreciate that. Truly," Rex thanked Sarah. "But tonight, I kind of want to be a man... er, a male robot. I want to show you how your husband SHOULD be treating you."

Sarah felt shivers down her spine. She felt as though she was inside a romance novel... albeit, not a conventional one by any means. There was something so attractive about Rex's insistence on treating her like a princess. Sarah nearly got lost in her thoughts thinking about all the things that could happen between her and Rex.

“If that’s alright with you,” Rex added. “I hope that was not too forward. I want to be respectful.”

Rex realized the pace at which the intensity was ramping up, and wanted to take a moment to make sure Sarah was okay with... whatever this was.

"Fuck yes, Rex," Sarah said, confirming her eagerness to get to know Rex more intimately. "I want you."

Knowing Sarah was eager to be with him, Rex had gained a newfound confidence.

 

[Lil-Larissa]

REX THE ROOMBA
CHAPTER 1 | PART 2 | POST 2 OF 2

DATE IMPROVISED: Oct 25, 2026

Main Kink: Robophilia
Other Kinks: Cheating, Cuckoldry

———

"Take off your jacket," Rex commanded. "I want to feel your bare skin against my sensors."

Sarah complied, removing the velvety jacket and revealing nothing but a thin, lacy white bra underneath. Rex was surprised to see that she was not wearing a shirt underneath, but who was he to complain about getting to second base?

"Please," Sarah begged impatiently.

Rex used the steam function of his apparatus to blow cool steam onto Sarah's chest, causing her nipples to harden and peek through the fabric of her bra. He moved his slender, disc-shaped body back and forth across Sarah's chest, stimulating her nipples.

Sarah moaned softly at the delicacy of Rex's touch. This was new to Sarah. Not just Rex's robotic nature, but also his kindness. Chad had never been this gentle and this deliberate with his touches.

"I need more," Sarah gasped, her voice breathy.

Rex obliged, moving against her breasts harder and faster. Every noise that came out of Sarah's mouth made Rex's body hotter and hotter.

"Oh fuck, Rex..." Sarah moaned.

Sarah seductively pulled the straps of her bra down, motioning to Rex that he could take the entire garment off.

"I need more too," Rex agreed, the cogs in his body whirring louder. "However, you'll have to take the bra off yourself. As you can tell, I don't have hands."

"Oh. Right," Sarah realized.

Sarah allowed Rex to sit on her stomach for a moment as she slid her bra off, and Rex made damn sure that he didn't point his cameras away from Sarah for even a moment.

Underneath the bra were two pinkish medium-sized areolae with small, pointy nipples larger than Rex's entire power button. Rex gasped audibly, air coming out of his suction vacuum extension.

"You're beautiful," Rex murmured, crawling back onto Sarah's tits and continuing to pleasure her.

"You're the first man to tell me I'm beautiful," Sarah disclosed. "How do I make you feel just as beautiful? I don't... I'm not familiar with your anatomy."

"I want to focus on you," Rex insisted, continuing to play with Sarah's nipples. "If you haven't noticed, I'm getting quite hot myself. Rest assured, I am having fun."

Sarah looked into Rex's cameras, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Rex's warm metal pulsating against her bare nipples had her practically dripping. Sarah traced the curves of Rex's body with her fingertips, swirling around the circular shape.

"The sides," Rex said, his mic box slightly fogged up by the steam he was generating. "My sensors are most sensitive on the sides."

Sarah nodded, moving her fingertips to Rex's sweet spots. Sarah felt gentle, consistent bursts of air against her skin, almost as if Rex were breathing.

The two lovers stayed like that for the next ten or so minutes, gently exploring each other's bodies and taking in everything the other had to offer. Still, Sarah wanted more.

"Are you waterproof?" Sarah asked, a devilish grin appearing on her face.

 

[VioletHearts]

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