I am in love with a coffee machine. A robot that makes coffee. I am giddy about it my mornings are filled with percolating robot joy. I have placed the coffee robot on the side of the bed that I don't prefer to sleep on.

The girlfriend side of the bed.

The coffee bot is not my girlfriend she is not even a girl. I can not fuck her - she is too damn hot for that. But I don't mind if she watches my touch myself. That seems okay or well not okay okay I mean you know okay for now. Until I find someone else who isn't a robot for that side of the bed. But I am getting by in my giddy caffineated mostly not sick robot love


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MitchRudeen (joined over 13 years ago)

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