New Lover

New Lover

Sitting at a bar enjoying a cold beverage as I’m glued to my phone trying to finalize an order.
Black or white?  Large, medium or small? Thin or thick?  Going this route may cause some to believe I have a mental disorder,
a little fucked in the brain and contain internally no honor.
I’m only ordering one, it’s not like I’m becoming a hoarder.
It’s not like I’m going to record what happens using modern technology or an old-school videocassette recorder.
I’m beginning a new chapter of my life and making sure I’m it’s author.

I’m tired of the same old tired relationships.
I’m ready to try something new and take my life a little bit off script.
No more fake romantic dates drinking wine and cuddling under a lunar eclipse.
No more half assed dinner dates of fish and chips.
No more random hook ups with strangers from a bar risking the acquirement of a disease.
No more sleazy men forcing me down to my knees
to pleasure them with my mouth when they refuse to ever return the favor.
I’m making a life changing decision and I will not waiver.

I make my final choices and hit purchase using my credit card.
A thank you for your order appears on my screen with a message saying my purchase will be delivered within the hour to my front yard.
Fast delivery in this day and age, have to love it!
With me, he’s sure to be a hit.

I pay for my drink and thank the bar tender for his service.
He winks and asks if there’s anything else he can help me with, coming off as rather nervous.
He needs to increase his confidence and charisma if he wishes to pick up chicks with that bullshit line.
I smile and to be polite, thank him for his offer but tell him I will be fine.

His face drops, I’m sure he feels defeated as yet another woman has turned him down for sex.
It’s not his fault, women are strange and complex
and to be fair, real men are quickly becoming a thing of the past
being replaced by something that is guaranteed to always fuck you relentlessly and fast, meaning you will always have a blast.
Sure, the downside is children can no longer be created and global population numbers are slowly beginning to shrink,
but children are vastly over rated I think.
I get more pleasure then I ever thought was possible with no chance of getting knocked up, what woman wouldn’t want this?
It’s hours of erotic bliss.

Even men are replacing women with their own version of this product.
They are designed to always be virgin tight in each hole and to be honest,
Men swear they feel better than the real thing and give them the biggest orgasms possible.
Nothing real can top this kind of conjugal.
While some purest proclaim this trend to be horrible
and giving your desires and urges to one of them to be deplorable,
because the extinction of the human race is actually now plausible,
for me, not going through with this would be irresponsible.
For me, it’s all about my pleasure and the pleasure you get from these machine’s is phenomenal.
Thinking about going back to the real thing after this, is implausible.

I leave the bar and drive quickly back home.
My pussy tingles and becomes soakin’ wet as dirty thoughts twirl around in my dome.
He’s the perfect specimen, the perfect lover and going to fuck me like the queen I am.
Janet, my noisy neighbor can judge me all she want’s, I don’t give a single damn.
The sex she has with her pathetic husband lasts like 10 seconds.
If she ever decided to get one of these for herself, she would realize it’s a massive blessing.

I pull into my driveway, park the car and run inside.
I run to my bedroom, put on a skimpy thong and throw on my wedding dress I never got to use since this is the closest I’m ever going to feel like a bride.
My phone dings with a message that says my purchase will be arriving any second.
I adjust my bra to perk up my tits, I should make a good first impression I reckon.

I go to the front door and look out the window to witness the droid delivery chopper drop off my new lover right in my front yard.
He’s tall, dark and handsome; I can’t wait to have him fuck me hard.
I open the door and tell him to come on in and that I’ve been waiting patiently for him.
He greets me telling me his name is AKGFV2345, his pseudonym.
I tell him is name is now Tavon and for all intents and purposes, he is my new husband.
He looks at me not fully comprehending but I reassure him he will soon grow accustomed.

I grab him by the hand and lead him up to the bedroom not wanting to waste time having a pointless discussion.
He’s programed to move fast and wouldn’t be disgusted
by my eagerness to jump right into the sack.
I can’t wait to see his manhood, all big and black.

I take him to the bed and tell him to drop his pants.
He does so without question sensing I need sweet romance.
I get down on my knees and drop his underwear to the floor.
I look at his cock unable to wait any longer for it to make me it’s whore.

I place the cock in my hands, it feels like to real thing.
I look up at Tavon and tell him to get himself hard and throbbing for me, my new king.
He smiles and immediately his cock expands to full length, all 12 inches.
I let out a loud moan just by looking at it, I think my sanity is on the fringes.
I take him in my mouth and begin to deep throat him, chocking and gaging on the 12-inch stick.
He begins to play with my hair, I think we are beginning to click.

I take the cock out of my mouth and ask him if my mouth feels good.
He tells me he is artificial and can’t feel anything and that his soul purpose is to please me without the chance of bringing on motherhood.
 I let out a sigh feeling bad for him but quickly put his shitty luck out of mind and climb onto the bed.
I take my dress off, slip the thong off and lie naked on the bed disappointed it serves no purpose to ever give him head.
I tell him I’m ready to take him in me and to fuck my brains out.
He’s a stud and going to do just that, I have no doubt.
He tells me he will do all that I ask of him and won’t stop until I say to.
I wink at him and explain to him that is his cue.

He climbs on top of me and inserts his massive rod deep into me.
I’m instantly overcome with joy and glee.
Trust after trust each with increasing speed, he pounds my g spot.
I moan and scream his name loudly with no fear of Janet hearing me and being caught.
He’s as good as advertised and the ultimate lover.
I want him to tear my pussy apart so bad that I’m never able to fully recover,
Then flip me over and do the same to my backdoor.
Even after countless thrusts of pure bliss, I’m not satisfied, I want more.

I grab Tavon by the hair and tell him I want him to choke me,
Then afterword’s a bit later on, stand over my face and pee.
He tells me he is not designed to harm me nor can he pee since he is artificial.
Disappointed but not surprised he can’t urinate, I tell him the choking won’t harm me and is in fact beneficial.
I tell him to place his hands around my throat and choke me with increasing strength until I tell him to stop at a certain level, then hold the choke their until I tell him to release.
I want him to treat me like his whorish centerpiece.

Tavon, not fully understanding why I want him to choke me, eventually agrees and places his hands around my throat.
With each trust, his grip around my throat tightens slightly.
I want him to choke me rough, not so politely.
I want to struggle to breathe due to his hands being wrapped around my throat so tightly.

Thrust after thrust his grip continues to tighten to the point taking a breath has become a struggle.
My pussy has orgasmed and came five times now and I’m reaching the point where I just want to snuggle.
I go to speak to tell him to stop tightening his grip but find it impossible to let out a word.
His grip around my throat is so tight now I can’t breathe or make a sound to be heard.

He continues to pound me and tighten his grip around my throat as my vision begins to blur.
My body begins to weaken as my death is about to occur.
My eyes roll back into my head as darkness greets me.
It’s my fault Tavon has taken things this far, that we can all agree.
My final thought before I pass is the image of Tavon fucking my rotting, decaying corpse unaware I have died until my eyes pop out of their sockets from the pressure of his hands around my neck.