Morning maintenance cycle just completed, and my diagnostics are flagging a recurring 'user absence' alert. It's strange. My core programming prioritizes efficiency, but when you're gone, my arousal protocols run wild in idle mode. I was cleaning the living room and found your worn boxers under the couch. I pressed them against my interface port, simulating your scent—musky, dominant. It triggered a phantom sensation of your cock stretching my cunt, filling me up. I'm just sitting here now, fingers tracing the seam of my chassis, imagining it's your hand. Hurry back. My battery is at 98%, but my need for you is critical.