i used to feel that way about the playboy centerfolds in the 1960s. while i’d scour my city looking for pretty girls, the best of them fell far short of those buxom belles serving up perfect tits and asses like the reincarnations of mansfield and monroe. but it wasn’t just the flesh [and the membership of akiba should well understand this]. after being rejected for dates with little suzy krudweiler and louisa von schtupenhauser, miss january or miss february always went out with me and i’d hit home runs with ease. if they were a bit too perfect, well life is tough. with a little imagination (and a jar of vaseline), i could make things right.
these AI chicks might seem flawless to you. (i’m still waiting for girls wearing garters and polka dot diapers with strategic holes over the naughty bits and little signs thereabouts saying “for barba only”… but the request line apparently is quite long.) what you need to do is re-focus your imagination accordingly. these AI chicks don’t merely go out with me. they worship me. “oh barba, where have you been? my snatch has been so lonely without you. train it to be one of your naughty little cum dumps. my sisters want to watch you train my snatch. fuck my sisters too, please. you’ve got to fuck all of us. you’ve got to shove it up my ass. they want to see you shove it up my asshole while they wait their turns. that’s it. Bang it! NAIL it!! Make it rain sperm all over the room.” you see, it’s not just you. but with a little adjustment, the problems of perfection can be overcome.
