Google Employee Shows 7 Ways A Computer Could Write 50 Shades Of Grey

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Lisa Wray is a Developer Advocate over at Google. She’s also a coder and put together an algorithm that writes ’50 Shades’ style text all by itself. Below are 7 examples of the algorithm at work writing sex scenes. As far as I can tell it produces infinite variations on a sex scene though.

There’s no editing, this is all the algorithm.

1. He leans in, and my stomach somersaults. He kisses me, insistent, insistent, insistent. He kisses me, and a pulse of warmth pools inside me. His eyes glowing with lust, dominating, he plants a soft kiss on my lips. I gasp and moan against his lips, and he grabs my hair and yanks down, holding me firmly in place as we kiss, savagely. My inner goddess is screaming at me.

‘Get on the bed.’

He stalks gracefully forward. If only it didn’t take a contract and a flogger to please him. His flogger is draped over the edge of the bed. I can’t imagine how he wants to use that.

‘You. Are. So. Beautiful,’ he breathes as he hovers over me. Without warning, he grabs me by the waist, pushing me against the wall. I groan, frustrated, making me yearn for him, pleasure lancing directly to my groin. His hands run along my belly, and I lose myself to his fervent passion. How does he have this power over me?

2.  ‘You were very disobedient,’ he whispers, his voice harsh, and everything south of my waist tightens deliciously as tingling shoots through me. I’m quaking like a leaf.

Tipping my chin back, he plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, tasting, making my muscles clench in response. He kisses me, and an electric thrill thrums through me. Holding my head in place, he grabs my hair and yanks down, holding tight. My subconscious has stopped dancing and is staring too, mouth open and drooling slightly.

That paddle! We’ve never used a paddle before. I want him so badly. I don’t know if I can do this for him.

Moving suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders, pushing me against the bedpost. Fuck, I’m panting already, making me yearn for him. He runs his fingers gently up my thighs, and my craving spirals out of control. How can he do this to me?

3. He grins against my neck. If only it didn’t take a contract and a flogger to satisfy him. His flogger is draped over the edge of the bed. I don’t know if I can do this for him.

‘You were very disobedient,’ he whispers. His breathing is hard, and tingling shoots through me.

‘Okay.’ My voice is barely audible.

‘Tell me what you want. Good girl.’ He caresses my hair, gazing at me lovingly, feeling spiraling out from deep within my belly.

He runs his nose along my jaw, and my breath hitches. His tongue invades my mouth, dominating, tasting, insistent. His mouth is on mine, and I tingle … everywhere. Dominating, dominating, he plants a soft wet kiss on my lips. Tasting, his eyes glowing with lust, he kisses me. I can hear music faintly. How unexpected. Holding my head in place, one of his hands moves into my hair, fisting his hands.

Suddenly, he grabs me by the shoulders, pushing me against the wall. My heart is pounding, pleasure lancing directly to my groin, making me yearn for him. His hands softly trail along my back. My heart is pounding. I blush from my head to my toes, humiliated and excited at the same time. Holy crap.

4. Holy cow. That look!

‘You. Are. So. Beautiful,’ he whispers, pinning me with his bold gaze.

Tipping my chin back, his tongue invades my mouth, insistent, my insides liquefying. He kisses me, tasting, warmth pooling below my waist, sending shivers through me … there. His hand tightens around my hair at my nape, holding me gently in place. My subconscious swoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head.

All of a sudden, he shoves me against the desk. He’s pinning me to the desk using his hips, and I groan loudly, panting. He softly kisses my throat, forceful, pleasure lancing directly to my groin, making me writhe. My breathing is too loud.

5. Tipping my chin back, he plants a soft kiss on my lips, exploring, making me squirm. His mouth is on mine, exploring, feeling spiraling out from deep within my belly. I can hear a song by Tallis drifting through the air. I love his choice. His hand tightens around my hair at my nape, holding my head in place as we kiss.

‘On your knees.’

He grins against my neck. My mouth goes dry. I worry, again, that I’m not enough for him. His paddle lies casually on his imposing, leather-topped desk. I don’t know if I can do this for him.

‘Keep still,’ he murmurs, pinning me with his bold gaze. Moving suddenly, he pushes me against the doorway. He’s pinning me to the doorway using his hips, and I can see nothing, all I can hear is my rapid breathing. He runs his fingers across my body gently so that my body rises and fills with my arousal. Why am I embarrassed by this? Holy shit.

6. Holy hell. That look!

‘You. Are. So. Sweet,’ he murmurs, staring intently into my eyes.

He leans in, and my breath hitches. He plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, his eyes glowing with lust, his eyes glowing with lust, his eyes glowing with lust. His skilled tongue invades my mouth, and a pulse of warmth pools inside me. I squirm against him, and one of his hands moves into my hair, holding me gently in place as we kiss, forcefully. My inner goddess is purring with pleasure.

Abruptly, he yanks me off my feet, pushing me against the bedpost. All the air leaves my body, making me yearn for him, making me writhe. He kisses me, exploring, pleasure lancing directly to my groin, making me writhe. I practically convulse.

7. ‘Do you have anything in mind? ,’ he growls in my ear, sparking electricity … below. I shiver nervously, excitement blooming deep inside me.

He runs his nose along my forehead, and my heart starts pounding. He softly kisses my bottom lip, insistent. He plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, exploring, my insides liquefying. He kisses me, and everything in my body tightens. Exploring, his tongue invades my mouth. Holding me firmly in place, he curls his fingers around my head, holding tight. My inner goddess swoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head.

His paddle lies casually on his imposing, leather-topped desk. I glance anxiously at the playroom. His eyes glance over the paddle, and desire unfurls deep in my belly.

Without warning, he grabs me by the waist, pushing me against the bedpost. I can see nothing, all I can hear is my rapid breathing, making me yearn for him, making me writhe. His mouth is on mine, and my body rises and fills with my arousal. It’s so hot. TC mark

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