Sooooo I got molded today. Cyberskin replicas of my various body parts will be rolling off the line any month now. Official Kayden Kross gag gifts will be coming soon to a store near you.
It was probably the easiest recurring paycheck I will ever make. I read a book for four hours while uninterested men mixed and poured yellow and blue goo on me and I held still as it heated and cooled and heated again and left hard. It was reverse sex even down to the part where aside from the cotton ball it all stayed on the outside.
How do I feel about this experience? I feel better for it. I don’t know how I’ve been enriched but I think it’s something everyone should try once, like colonics and amateur porn. You’ve seen nothing until you’ve seen yourself in that light. I especially liked the pictures they snapped while my face was being molded. I looked like Hollow Man. The boobs should be cool though. When it got cold it got really cold.
Now I will wait impatiently for the great unveiling of the final product. I asked the man in charge of skin tone to give me a tan. Maybe I’ll drop one of the big guys an email later and ask for some muscle tone too. The thing I can’t stand in this equation though is the passage of time… because eventually Kayden Kross’s pussy and ass will not be a new toy and I feel like small parts of me will die with them when they are retired. I brought them to life. They’re my responsibility now.
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You get breast implants to make yourself more attractive – which is fine, why should someone who doesn’t know you intimately enough to actually have sex with you care? The question of if your personality and emotions can deal with this change in your self-image is irrelevant. You’re selling a visual fantasy and if larger, firmer breasts make you seem more like some idealized woman, so be it.
They’re not the natural you – or they might be because of your intellectual strength. It really doesn’t matter. Your viewers know that – they didn’t expect you to be 3-dimensional when you were just in their heads. They intentionally omitted the differences between all of the various women they see everyday – their various shortcomings – and they sought you out for a moment’s indulgence in “perfection.”
But why would someone to play with a mold of them? They’re not real. You’re not real to him. Why would he pay to do that?
Well, the reason is that the mind and the body have a pesky tendency about them. No matter what someone does to seperate them, they’ll always try to get back together again.
So which is it? Do you make your money by asking people to seperate them, or to try (in a pathetically unsuccessful way – molded by you) to bring them back together again? You can’t have both – and when you spend your life swinging back and forth between them, you only produce one result: slow, imperceptible decay.
and no, there will not always be another victim. not if i have anything to do with it. by the time they get to you, they won’t have anything left to give.
I give up. I don’t have as much time to respond to cryptic messages as you have to post them. If my sarcastic blogs about sex toys are what stimulates your deepest philosophical conversation then so be it. I will never devote the same energy you will and frankly I don’t get the satisfaction out of it that you do.
But I’m half heartedly flattered that my unnatural intelligence (seeing as you’ve likened it to my boobs) is the bar that you choose to match your wits against daily. You obviously think very highly of your own.