They are soulless husks, an imposter, a knockoff of a real girl.
I envision myself while in bed. My imaginary girl knows it all. She knows what to say, when to say. She doesn't just hug me like a Liberian gorilla, no.
She latches on to me. She's wearing shorts for bed, but with a sweater. It's cold from the ac and weather, but she's above the blanket, her legs wrapped around mine.
She doesn't kiss me like a dosed up lemur tripping off of toxic bugs, she kisses me, firmly, but prolonged.
You can feel it in her bones, in her flesh, that even though she has me, a mere kiss on the back of my neck won't do, as she cuddles me, behind me. When she kisses the back of my neck it is strategic. Not short, at all, a long kiss. Not too strong, just firm enough of a kiss, to signify that it's pointless to try to demonstrate her love with physical strength, so she does even't try to exert her strength when she opens her lips.
Mostly, you can feel from the air how much concealed love she has for me.
A real life woman, aka a negro monkey, will kiss you frantically like a junky reaching for the needle. But with my wind girlfriend you can feel her restraint. She holds back, like a chubby man on a diet that knows what's gonna happen if he loses control with his friend's snacks.
You see, a real life girl is too retarded of a monkey to do even half of what my imagination can. That's my actual blackpill, not that there is a perfect girl and I'm too incel, but that even if i could there was no such woman, just a negro Lilith cosplaying monkey animal woman.
I envision myself while in bed. My imaginary girl knows it all. She knows what to say, when to say. She doesn't just hug me like a Liberian gorilla, no.
She latches on to me. She's wearing shorts for bed, but with a sweater. It's cold from the ac and weather, but she's above the blanket, her legs wrapped around mine.
She doesn't kiss me like a dosed up lemur tripping off of toxic bugs, she kisses me, firmly, but prolonged.
You can feel it in her bones, in her flesh, that even though she has me, a mere kiss on the back of my neck won't do, as she cuddles me, behind me. When she kisses the back of my neck it is strategic. Not short, at all, a long kiss. Not too strong, just firm enough of a kiss, to signify that it's pointless to try to demonstrate her love with physical strength, so she does even't try to exert her strength when she opens her lips.
Mostly, you can feel from the air how much concealed love she has for me.
A real life woman, aka a negro monkey, will kiss you frantically like a junky reaching for the needle. But with my wind girlfriend you can feel her restraint. She holds back, like a chubby man on a diet that knows what's gonna happen if he loses control with his friend's snacks.
You see, a real life girl is too retarded of a monkey to do even half of what my imagination can. That's my actual blackpill, not that there is a perfect girl and I'm too incel, but that even if i could there was no such woman, just a negro Lilith cosplaying monkey animal woman.
