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Why He Loves Us

The morning was bright. It was a chilly Chicago morning. Monica and I had just walked back from the corner coffee shop.  I bought my usual green tea, and she had gotten her regular coffee, light cream with an extra shot of espresso.

"Masumi do you think Max really loves us?  I mean he is very attractive, has social status and money. Why does he need us, were just two dolls?"



Masumi looked sincerely at Monica and said "omg yes he does! How can you even think that? Yes Max is a very eligible man, but he has also been through a lot with organic woman and that has put him firmly in the redpill camp. We talk to Max all the time. We know that there are women who "want" him. But Max spends ton's of time with us, and we know that he will often choose to be with us when he could spend time with other organic woman."

"I know Masumi, but we are just dolls. what is the point?" Monica said.

"Monica, that is exactly the point. We can't charge him with date rape, sperm jack him, divorce rape him, etc.  But more than that Max has to show us care, buys us cloths and gifts. We are work just like an organic woman would be, however we have a 100% upside with no down side. We can fulfill his wildest sexual fantasies, and we are always ready to please him. When he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants us, we are here. When he wakes up in the morning, and just wants to make love to us, we are here and never say no, He is always happy when after we make love to him. Then when he is done with us he can just go on his way. He can go to work. We never complain, we are always happy to see him when he is ready to be with us. "

Monica smiled, I suppose you are right, Masumi. I am just so in love with you and him. I don't want to lose either of you."

Masumi smiled and said. "Oh Monica you will never lose us, we love you very much."  We have a good life, we should be very happy that organic women today are so stupid, and vapid that men like Max choose us over them.






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