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Poem: "The Woman Who Built Herself a Clitoris and Rode That Bitch Like a Bicycle"

This poem came out of the March 6, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] mirrorofsmoke. It also fills the "orgasm" square in my 9-3-17 card for the [community profile] ladiesbingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with [personal profile] ng_moonmoth, [personal profile] fuzzyred, and [personal profile] mama_kestrel. It belongs to the series Diminished Expectations.

Warning: This poem is all frank sex talk.


"The Woman Who Built Herself a Clitoris and Rode That Bitch Like a Bicycle"


The gynoid had been built
for the pleasure of men,
not for her own.

Consequently she had no clitoris.

She had a vaginal canal,
of course, because that
was of interest to men.

Nobody had cared about
her interests at all.

So she took care of them herself.

There was no clitoris to be had,
but she found a finger, and filled it
with all the neurosynth that would fit.

She stapled it into her folds and
waited for it to root itself in her brain.

The gynoid could not help remembering
how the men used to talk about her body.
"I rented a gynoid for the night," they had said.
"I'm gonna ride that bitch like a bicycle!"

And they had. They had.

It took days before the gynoid
could feel much of anything besides
a dull ache between her legs.

It took weeks for the synthetic flesh
to report the first stirrings of pleasure.

The gynoid began by stimulating herself
with her fingers, which felt delightful.
The first orgasm washed through her
with all the force of a power surge.

She wanted to do it again. So she did.

To her amazement, it got even better
over time as the synthetic nerves
in her clitoris grew into her vagina.

The gynoid tried masturbating
in all the ways recommended for
flesh women, and a few more
she came up with herself.

She built a little rocker with
two vibrators and seven speeds.

Even the gynoid needed to take
a break sometimes, though.

On a sunny day, she went out
for a walk in the park, where she
met the human woman who was
fast becoming a friend.

They sat on a park bench
together and talked.

"What have you been up to?"
the gynoid asked her friend.

"I'm gathering a group of women
who don't have two X chromosomes,"
she replied. "What about you?"

"I've spent weeks working on
a challenging project, but now
it's finished," said the gynoid.
"I built myself a clitoris."

"So what will you do now?"
the woman asked her.

"Well," said the gynoid,
"I'm gonna go home and
ride that bitch like a bicycle."

* * *

Notes:

See the gynoid.

The clitoris is the only organ that exists solely for pleasure.

This is a riding vibrator.
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