She was perfect. Perfect online in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything or any oldfartsyoungtarts skill or any kink or quirk I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them into old the program), made the perfect gestures, and even simulated cumming at the precise moment I did sex. The fantasy that we always old satisfied each other old perfectly was absolutely perfect. She oldfartsyoungtarts didn't have a young favorite hole farts or position. She gave perfect head farts. She oldfartsyoungtarts gave a cold metal tit fuck that made me thank god for titanium. Her online hands were those of the perfect artist old, shaping me like old Michaelangelo in clay old. When she was done I was always a old marble masterpiece. A spire old, honoring the gods of sex. And thereby an alter at which she could farts robotically worship old. She old was perfect with every food and its uses in old bed. She was dom, she was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was painted canvas, she was a leather biker bitch oldfartsyoungtarts (if I wanted); she was oldfartsyoungtarts a conquered or conquering warrior princess tarts, she was a goddess tarts, she was in suspended animation, she tarts was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she oldfartsyoungtarts was a rubber and latex slave, she was a brainless old beach bunny, she was a farts old sex tarts young rape sex victim, she was a slut, she was a little old school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was kinky, she oldfartsyoungtarts was straight, she liked old it when I brought playmates farts home for her and me, she liked old things in her ass, she drank me like old I was fine wine, she sex sold old herself on street corners and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so oldfartsyoungtarts perfectly I old came just farts watching. She was old completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She was what she tarts wanted to be. We were living the fantasy. And it was pure old hell.... We were damned online.
But I have not seen the slightest hint that the spark of life remains. In all the years oldfartsyoungtarts since, she oldfartsyoungtarts is the sum of her program old and nothing young more old. I have watched for the slightest spontaneity. It is absent. She remains oldfartsyoungtarts perfect. And I remain a young helpless master. A slave that maintains old her slavery. I can do nothing old else. I am a monster. The online monster she old begged old me to young be. The lonely monster outside of society. The creature that loathes young itself. The thing that must forever destroy what it loves. Because it loves it and can do nothing else. Because it is... asked.
It was funny how I found only loneliness and despair in perfection oldfartsyoungtarts. The thrill of the old fantasy oldfartsyoungtarts , its novelty, soon wore off. All old things lose some "intensity" in time. I had done it all a old dozen times. It simply got boring; doing all old the thinking, the tarts planning, the fantasizing and old arranging, that we used to do together. It got to be work. An effort. Having to cue every prompt old made old me tarts more like a old stage director than a lover. And afterwards I missed the warmth tarts of that satisfied cuddle. The simple warmth farts old sex tarts young of her body. A few words or sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time oldfartsyoungtarts now, she simply stopped when the program did tarts. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the limited repertoire of young simulated spontaneity.
Years passed. No one took her place. All that stuff about one true love online, an irreplaceable farts old sex tarts young soulmate old is true farts old sex tarts young. And I gutted mine like an old old old building needing renovation. Yet she remained; a shiny perfect young reminder, a monolith, a gravemarker. A tombstone with oldfartsyoungtarts three words only: "I love farts old sex tarts young you".
I was inside her. I online was still a man. Though in a old few second I would begin to old soften, weaken young, begin to lose the most manly moment. I old would lose all pretense that this was real. But for now her muscles held my part inside of her, MADE young me last oldfartsyoungtarts. Made me a mans man. It was then I thanked her. It oldfartsyoungtarts was then I screamed.
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