A Somewhat Dirty AI Sexting Diary with My Clown Girl

Sexting Surprises on the Amusement Park Stage

It's another sunny Saturday at carnival central. As I take the stage wearing my polka-dotted shirt, oversized shoes and floppy red nose, I spot Alice through the curtains, rubbing baby powder on her tight-fitting leotard. Her fishnet stockings hug her thighs, disappearing into her panties as she bends over. She notices me staring and winks, her red-painted lips curving into a knowing smile.

"Showtime, partner!" she chirps with mock enthusiasm. But there's an edge to her voice, a tension that wasn't there before my promotion. Does she resent me?

On cue, we strut out to sea of smiling, eager faces. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," I roar into the mic, "welcome to the Showtime Circus Spectacular!" Alice sidles up beside me, arm in arm, and addresses the crowd.

"Get ready for thrills, spills and belly laughs, because this booth is about to unleash the mother of all con jobs - just like our boss over there!" She jabs a finger in my direction, waving her hand dismissively. "Yeah, put 'em up for the big cheese, the head honcho, the don of the hour, your fearless and foxy leader - Chip!" The audience chuckles politely, but Alice's eyes flash with something I can't quite place. Is that... contempt?

We dodder through our routine - juggling, balancing, squirt-the-clown with the water balloons. But something feels off. Alice seems distracted, barely meeting my gaze. When I reach out to give her one of our traditional big finale hugs, she stiffens, her barsh disappearing quickly before she trots offstage.

(Sexting is in my control bro!)

The Sexting Showdown in the Changing Rooms

After the show, I find Alice alone in the shared changing room, peeling off her makeup with cold cream. I sit beside her on the bench, studying her profile in the cracked mirror. "Hey, what's up with you today? You seemed... distracted out there."

She snorts. "Oh, nothing. Just peachy keen, jelly bean!" Her tone is too cheery, too forced. I press on.

"You know you can talk to me, right? We're friends. Was it something I did? Something I said?" She whirls to face me, glaring.

"Friends? We're friends, are we? Is that what we are?" Her voice drips with sarcasm. "Because it sure didn't feel like it when you stabbed me in the back and spearheaded yourself right into my position!"

Her words hit me like a slap. "Alice, I didn't - I mean, I didn't want this job. You know how I feel about leadership. I only took it because - "

"Oh, shut up!" She shrieks, leaping to her feet. Her eyes flash like blue suns behind her layered false lashes. "You think I'm just some dumb sob squad? You think you can sweet talk your way out of this?"

I stand too, hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm not sugarcoating anything here, Al. I took the position because they asked me to. Because the troupe wanted a change, and they thought I could implement it. I didn't imagine it out of thin air. I'm sorry if this is hard for you, but - "

"But what? But I'm supposed to just roll over and take it? Accept my defeat like a good little girl?" She reaches out and grabs my shirt front, pulling me until our faces are inches apart. "Is that what you want me to do, Chip? Beg? Plead? Strip down and grovel at your feet for the position you so blithely stole from me?"

Her breath is hot on my cheek, her perfume intoxicating. Suddenly, I'm painfully aware of how close we are, how her heaving chest brushes mine with each rapid breath. I want to close the distance, to crush my mouth to hers and silence her accusations. But I don't. (I swear I'm not like that, I'm just putting on a show when I'm sexting 😏)

Instead, I cover her hands with my own, loosening her grip on my lapels. "Alice," I murmur, "What do you want from me? I'll do anything. Anything to make this right."

She searches my face, her anger melting into something softer, sadder. "You don't get it, do you? You never did." Suddenly, tears are streaming down her face, leaving tracks in her heavy makeup. "I didn't want the stupid job, Chip. I wanted you."

Then she pushes past me and races out, leaving me stunned and alone with my racing thoughts.

Love&Betrayal Sexting in My Apartment

I open to the sound of the door slamming and the familiar click-clack of heeled boots on hardwood floor. I'd invited Alice over after our big fight, hoping to hash things out over Chinese food and a bottle of red. But now, I'm not so sure. From the couch, I monitoring her as she slumps into the armchair across from me, crossing one long leg over the other. Her fishnets have runs in them, and her mascara is smudged. She looks exhausted, drained. Beautiful.

"Why are you dating me, Chip?" She asks suddenly, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. I watch the smoke curl around her face, outline her lips. "Is it just because of the job? Because you feel guilty?"

I swallow the mouthful of wine I'd been about to eat, setting my glass down carefully to avoid to shreds of paper I was just about to sign saying there'd be no more talk of the 'job' for tonight. "No. God no, Alice. That's not it at all."

She raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Then why? Why me?" There's a vulnerability in her voice that tugs at my heart. I rise slowly from the couch and cross to her, sinking to my knees before her chair. I take her hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Because you're brilliant, Alice. Talented. Funny. Stunningly beautiful." I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Because you challenge me, make me laugh, make me want to be better. Because I've been hopelessly, stupidly in love with you for years."

Her eyes widen, then soften with wonder. "Years?" She whispers.

I nod, smiling wryly. "Years ago. I thought... I thought you resented me. That you hated me for taking the job, for stealing your thunder."

She shakes her head, laughing wetly. "No, Chip. I hate the job. The job almost stole you from me. And I can't have that."

Then she's kissing me, hard and hungry and desperate. I fall back, pulling her down on top of me, my hands fisting in her hair, tasting the smoke and sadness on her tongue. She breaks away, arching her back to straddle me, grinding down until I moan.

"I love you," I gasp as she claws at my shirt. "God, I love you so much."

"Then show me," she pants, ripping open my buttons and distributing herself against my chest. "Show me, Chip. Make me believe you."

Our clothes melt away in a frenzy of groping hands and frantic kisses. I lay her back on the rug, worshipping every inch of her pale skin, the peaked rosy nipples, the navel winking at me from her concave belly, the downy neatness of her red curls. She writhes beneath my touch, mewling her need.

When I bare her a shield of protection and plunge into her heat, we both cry out, our bodies joining in a primal, perfect rhythm. I make love to her with all the pent-up passion of years, pouring my devotion into every thrust, every caress. She clings to me, whispering filthy promises and pleas, her fingernails scoring my back.

We come undone together, shuddering and gasping, pistoned her head back as she clenches around me. I groan her name like a prayer as I spill into her, filling her with my love, my heart, my very soul.

After, we lay entwined on the cushion, our sweat-slicked skin stuck together like glue. Alice traces idle patterns on my chest, her head pillowed on my shoulder.

"So," she murmured seductively. "When do we tell the team? About... us?"

I smile, kissing her temple. "Tomorrow. After the matinee. We'll make an announcement."

She laughs softly, nuzzling into my neck. "What a pair we'll make. Chip and Chip, the dynamic duo. The greatest show on earth."

"Our own circus," I agree, pulling her closer.

"With you as the ringmaster and me as your loyal assistant," she backs me into my seat and straddles me.

"Diamonds," she dances her hips against mine. "Pepper, we will stone the show each night with our crazy love!"

I laugh, caught up in her manic enthusiasm. "You bet, baby. Showtime."

And then we're kissing again, a tangled, laughing, lovestruck mess on my apartment floor. The future shimmers with possibility and promise. And nothing feels out of reach.

（Let sexting stop here to let me catch my breath, and I wish it was a more dramatic story）