She was perfect roundandbrown. Perfect roundandbrown in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in anticipating my roundandbrown needs. If she lacked anything or any skill or any roundandbrown kink or quirk I could add it. She roundandbrown spoke the perfect words (I had written them into roundandbrown the program), made the perfect gestures roundandbrown, and even simulated roundandbrown cumming roundandbrown at the precise moment I did roundandbrown. The fantasy roundandbrown that we always satisfied roundandbrown each other perfectly was roundandbrown absolutely perfect. She didn't have roundandbrown a favorite hole or position. She gave perfect roundandbrown head. She gave a cold metal tit fuck that made me thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me roundandbrown like Michaelangelo in roundandbrown clay. When she roundandbrown was done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the gods of roundandbrown sex. And thereby roundandbrown an alter at which she could roundandbrown robotically worship. She was perfect with every food roundandbrown and its roundandbrown uses in bed. She was dom, she was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was roundandbrown painted canvas, she was a roundandbrown leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was a conquered or conquering warrior princess, she was a goddess, she was in roundandbrown suspended animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber and latex roundandbrown slave, she was a brainless beach roundandbrown bunny, she was a rape victim roundandbrown, she was a slut roundandbrown, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was roundandbrown kinky roundandbrown, she was straight roundandbrown, she liked it when roundandbrown I brought playmates home for her roundandbrown and me, she liked things in her ass, she drank me like I was fine free wine, she sold roundandbrown herself on street corners and gave me roundandbrown the money, she masturbated roundandbrown herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was free completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She roundandbrown was what she wanted roundandbrown to be. We roundandbrown were living the fantasy. And it roundandbrown was roundandbrown pure hell.... We free were roundandbrown damned.
It was funny how I roundandbrown found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill roundandbrown of roundandbrown the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore free off. All things lose some "intensity" in time. I had done it all a dozen times. It roundandbrown simply got boring roundandbrown; doing all roundandbrown the thinking, the planning, the fantasizing and roundandbrown arranging, that roundandbrown we used roundandbrown to roundandbrown do together. It roundandbrown got to be work. An effort. Having to roundandbrown cue every prompt made me more like a stage roundandbrown director than a lover. And afterwards I missed the warmth of that satisfied cuddle. The simple warmth of roundandbrown her body. A few words or roundandbrown sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time now, she simply stopped when the free program roundandbrown did roundandbrown. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or roundandbrown the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity roundandbrown.
I roundandbrown wanted her roundandbrown comfort. Her roundandbrown love. And even though it is hard for a man to roundandbrown admit: sometimes sympathy when the free day didn't go right roundandbrown. Small roundandbrown talk. The little intangible things roundandbrown one can only get from someone who roundandbrown really cares, senses our secret needs. The warmth of someone who cares roundandbrown. The frailty roundandbrown , the pain they feel FOR US when roundandbrown they can roundandbrown't help, but this roundandbrown itself helps. All this was gone. What roundandbrown was missing was affection roundandbrown, love. Love love love... even macho guys really need free it. Not something coldly, logically responding to physiological signs roundandbrown or outward cues based on preset preprogrammed lines of roundandbrown code roundandbrown.. Love and roundandbrown emotional companionship were qualities that couldn't be roundandbrown broken roundandbrown down roundandbrown into data.
Yes roundandbrown, the years passed. And the loneliness, and the guilt building inside of me, leaving me more empty than her. But now roundandbrown I had a plan, one to set everything right. One to roundandbrown end roundandbrown my roundandbrown pain. One that roundandbrown would serve irony up on a grand platter. One that would be her unspoken just retribution if that spark still invisibly burned behind those glass roundandbrown eyes.
She was perfect roundandbrown. Perfect roundandbrown in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in anticipating my roundandbrown needs. If she lacked anything or any skill or any roundandbrown kink or quirk I could add it. She roundandbrown spoke the perfect words (I had written them into roundandbrown the program), made the perfect gestures roundandbrown, and even simulated roundandbrown cumming roundandbrown at the precise moment I did roundandbrown. The fantasy roundandbrown that we always satisfied roundandbrown each other perfectly was roundandbrown absolutely perfect. She didn't have roundandbrown a favorite hole or position. She gave perfect roundandbrown head. She gave a cold metal tit fuck that made me thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me roundandbrown like Michaelangelo in roundandbrown clay. When she roundandbrown was done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the gods of roundandbrown sex. And thereby roundandbrown an alter at which she could roundandbrown robotically worship. She was perfect with every food roundandbrown and its roundandbrown uses in bed. She was dom, she was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was roundandbrown painted canvas, she was a roundandbrown leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was a conquered or conquering warrior princess, she was a goddess, she was in roundandbrown suspended animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber and latex roundandbrown slave, she was a brainless beach roundandbrown bunny, she was a rape victim roundandbrown, she was a slut roundandbrown, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was roundandbrown kinky roundandbrown, she was straight roundandbrown, she liked it when roundandbrown I brought playmates home for her roundandbrown and me, she liked things in her ass, she drank me like I was fine free wine, she sold roundandbrown herself on street corners and gave me roundandbrown the money, she masturbated roundandbrown herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was free completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She roundandbrown was what she wanted roundandbrown to be. We roundandbrown were living the fantasy. And it roundandbrown was roundandbrown pure hell.... We free were roundandbrown damned.
It was funny how I roundandbrown found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill roundandbrown of roundandbrown the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore free off. All things lose some "intensity" in time. I had done it all a dozen times. It roundandbrown simply got boring roundandbrown; doing all roundandbrown the thinking, the planning, the fantasizing and roundandbrown arranging, that roundandbrown we used roundandbrown to roundandbrown do together. It roundandbrown got to be work. An effort. Having to roundandbrown cue every prompt made me more like a stage roundandbrown director than a lover. And afterwards I missed the warmth of that satisfied cuddle. The simple warmth of roundandbrown her body. A few words or roundandbrown sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time now, she simply stopped when the free program roundandbrown did roundandbrown. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or roundandbrown the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity roundandbrown.
