BINARY RELATIONSHIPS

My Sex Robot is Set to the Wrong Twattage

Sometimes I just want to cuddle

She’s insatiable. I know it’s her one job, and it’s nice that she’s enthusiastic about it, but I just can’t keep up anymore.

When I was younger, I didn’t mind when she woke me up at 3am for some rod and socket play. Like a good undertaker, she’d bury all the stiffs. I still get the old kickstand popping in the middle of the night, but I don’t necessarily want to flip it up and take a ride. Just because there’s a pogo stick, she doesn’t have to jump on it. Not every banana needs a split.

We have a binary relationship, but I don’t always want my 1 in her 0.

Now that I’m older, I like to finish up my Wordle and go to sleep. That’s hard to do when she sits in her chair with her eyes glowing softly, legs spread, and steam wafting from under her skirt.

I’m going to have to reprogram her naughty bits.