I naked watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the nakedteensex machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her eyes naked, once so sparkling with life and joy and yes...love nakedteensex turn toon sex pale naked and milky like sex those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had wanted so badly. What toon she had naked been willing to toon sex do sex to never nakedteensex lose me. But in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse access, which never could again give me the nakedteensex warmth of naked her teen love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would toon sex never access displease or fail in anything asked of her. She nakedteensex was toon after all, programmed nakedteensex that naked way. But humanity cannot be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can only be imitated within nakedteensex the sex limits of circuits and naked programming. I was suddenly nakedteensex very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came nakedteensex to nakedteensex understand that naked I sex had not only killed her; but nakedteensex like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard nakedteensex and desecrated her corpse. Her cold nakedteensex metal corpse. And even worse yet I toon had played god and brought this beautiful abomination naked back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein naked reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented nakedteensex needs. As access she had sex demanded I do. I remembered naked that she had wanted this, at least as much toon as I did. It was her sex fantasy nakedteensex too sex. To be powerless, helpless in her own access body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the naked realities of the toon sex "real" world and the toon sex fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible access. To tinker with the human brain sex, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific a process naked at our current naked level of technology sex as to naked be able naked to pick selectively which things to nakedteensex alter. Realistically such technologies are naked still access centuries away. So REAL world robotization naked or chemical mind control or any such procedures are access more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted naked to be mine naked forever. Wanted to be beautiful naked forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a sci-fi naked movie. The naked ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own mind. The sex fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of her would remain sex. Trapped in the fantasy. That being toon sex the fantasy. The nakedteensex thrill. The excitement. We proceeded naked joyfully, blindly.
It was funny how I found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill of the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore off. All things lose some "intensity" in sex time. I had done it all a sex dozen nakedteensex times. It simply got boring; doing all the thinking, the sex planning, the fantasizing and arranging, that we used to do together. It got to be naked work. An effort. Having to cue every prompt made me more naked like toon sex a naked stage director than a lover teen. And afterwards I missed the warmth of nakedteensex that satisfied nakedteensex cuddle. The simple warmth naked of her body. A few words or sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time naked now, she simply stopped when naked the program did. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity naked.
Initiate program.
I nakedteensex..do..not..know..
I naked watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the nakedteensex machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her eyes naked, once so sparkling with life and joy and yes...love nakedteensex turn toon sex pale naked and milky like sex those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had wanted so badly. What toon she had naked been willing to toon sex do sex to never nakedteensex lose me. But in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse access, which never could again give me the nakedteensex warmth of naked her teen love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would toon sex never access displease or fail in anything asked of her. She nakedteensex was toon after all, programmed nakedteensex that naked way. But humanity cannot be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can only be imitated within nakedteensex the sex limits of circuits and naked programming. I was suddenly nakedteensex very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came nakedteensex to nakedteensex understand that naked I sex had not only killed her; but nakedteensex like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard nakedteensex and desecrated her corpse. Her cold nakedteensex metal corpse. And even worse yet I toon had played god and brought this beautiful abomination naked back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein naked reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented nakedteensex needs. As access she had sex demanded I do. I remembered naked that she had wanted this, at least as much toon as I did. It was her sex fantasy nakedteensex too sex. To be powerless, helpless in her own access body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the naked realities of the toon sex "real" world and the toon sex fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible access. To tinker with the human brain sex, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific a process naked at our current naked level of technology sex as to naked be able naked to pick selectively which things to nakedteensex alter. Realistically such technologies are naked still access centuries away. So REAL world robotization naked or chemical mind control or any such procedures are access more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted naked to be mine naked forever. Wanted to be beautiful naked forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a sci-fi naked movie. The naked ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own mind. The sex fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of her would remain sex. Trapped in the fantasy. That being toon sex the fantasy. The nakedteensex thrill. The excitement. We proceeded naked joyfully, blindly.
It was funny how I found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill of the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore off. All things lose some "intensity" in sex time. I had done it all a sex dozen nakedteensex times. It simply got boring; doing all the thinking, the sex planning, the fantasizing and arranging, that we used to do together. It got to be naked work. An effort. Having to cue every prompt made me more naked like toon sex a naked stage director than a lover teen. And afterwards I missed the warmth of nakedteensex that satisfied nakedteensex cuddle. The simple warmth naked of her body. A few words or sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time naked now, she simply stopped when naked the program did. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity naked.
Initiate program.
