“She said it was difficult to part with the orgasmatron when the study ended.”
That reminds me of an experience with some lab- rat I once saw… it had certain electrodes attached to its brain which would trigger an extreme form of lust or pleasure whenever the mouse would hit a switch. The outcome was not surprising; the rat kept hitting the switch over and over and over and over, not eating, drinking or consdiering its exhaustion and napping or whatever mice do, so eventually it died. :o
So… why do they need us anymore?
Because paying $17000 for a machine whose eyes you can’t gaze into, who you can’t have conversations with, who wont hold you and warm you up on a cold day, etc, is the most expensive short-lived cheap thrill on the planet? Just a guess. I mean, if you <i><b>want</b></i> to be a sexual tool, go ahead and get one. But believe me, the vast majority of women don’t share the opinions of the isolated cases of nymphos you hear about on the internet.
And by the way, almost every ounce of sexual pleasure comes from anticipation and imagination. A little toy like this may be good in sex therapy as an orgasmic wake-up call, but overuse would only desensitize you.
Guh, romance and getting screwed are two entirely different things to us…romance is cuddling, going out to movies, candlelit dinners, stuff like that. What else explains the godawful amount of shitty romance novels floating around out there?
You didn’t even bother reading the whole post, did you?
No, not really. Hahaha.
Wow, with how long you’ve been waiting, you must have at least half a metric tonne of sexual pleasure waiting.
I’d be insulted if this didn’t only result in the first girl to get her hands on me being the most sexually satisfied woman on the planet. Heheheh.
You hardly have to worry. It’s nothing more than a machine; just like vibrators, and last time I checked, you weren’t wholly replaced with vibrators yet.