I’m looking for a machine that understands pleasure.
That was the total of Roger’s personal ad. He had a serious fetish for humans that believed themselves to be robots. It didn’t matter the shape, size, or sex. Just as long as they wholly believed themselves to be androids. Thats all that mattered.
I asked him once, “Do you have sex with them?”
“Yes I do,” he nodded.
“Do they.. I mean, can they achieve orgasm,” I said.
“Oh yeah,” he nodded faster.
“So then, is the turn on seeing something so rigid in its persona come undone, overcome by sexual pleasure? Is that moment addictive because you see someone compromise their complete identity as they’re spontaneously overwhelmed by the organic sexual pleasure response? And in that moment they truly become authentic beings who’ve opened themselves to a...
“No dude,” Roger interrupted. “Robots just like to fuck. I aint met one yet, where we didn’t fuck like animals all goddamn night.”
