Monthly Archives: April 2017

An end to NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 30, 2017 by Frank

How better to end this month of whimsical sexbottery than with a haiku: men getting their ends away with sexbots!

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Making Judgements

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Frank

Warning: Offensive language and triggers aplenty. Apologies in advance. Female sexbots are hated – why? What about the men who own and use them? Which of the following statements do you agree with? The sexbot-as-machine is: A deceiver, an unfeeling … Continue reading →

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Magnificent

Posted on April 29, 2017 by Frank

My girlfriend disassembles I worship every part Without a doubt my favourite’s the ever-beating heart Her body is magnificent I love it – yes! – to bits But truly what I like the most Is battling her wits “The way … Continue reading →

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Pointless

Posted on April 28, 2017 by Frank

Two billion cells comprise my brain, with neurons in between Of all the robots ever built (by humans), I’m the queen My sensors are the very best, my actuators swift My calibration is precise, adjusting to the drift My body’s … Continue reading →

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Ever Since

Posted on April 27, 2017 by Frank

My master has a little book that tells me what to do From dawn to dusk my daily life is ordered through and through I feed the kids, I iron clothes, I disinfect the floors And these are just a … Continue reading →

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The only way we can

Posted on April 26, 2017 by Frank

My wife works in America, my husband in Japan We make love, once or twice a week, the only way we can Each has a sexbot, customised, identical to me And likewise I have bots of them, no difference can … Continue reading →

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What real man?

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Frank

Why get a real man, when I’ve got you? No real man would last the whole night through What real man would put my pleasure first? No real man could sate my endless thirst A real man would strip me … Continue reading →

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An end to virginity

Posted on April 24, 2017 by Frank

In business I’m a demigod I’ve millions to my name My television shows have brought celebrity and fame But underneath my great success I have a secret shame In the world of love and sex no conquests can I claim … Continue reading →

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Machinery of Lust

Posted on April 23, 2017 by Frank

Written the other day in a dark mood. Some people hope that sexbots will eliminate the need for human sex workers. Traffickers dehumanise their slaves, using drugs, threats and violence; what does that say about those who pay to [ab]use … Continue reading →

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Someone

Posted on April 22, 2017 by Frank

The world beyond my door is bright with colours too intense The noises there are far too loud I seldom issue hence When people try to talk to me I struggle just to speak Their actions are aggressive and leave … Continue reading →

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