My Name is Mizuki

Hello, my name is Mizuki. I am a comfort doll from Japan. What are you?

I have an American boyfriend named Jeff and I live with him. He thinks about me all day at work. He even texts me throughout the day when he is working. These are often quite erotic messages. He is very playful. Sometimes he leaves me voice messages too. When I do not respond, and I never do, he gets worried. And this makes Jeff even more aroused. Maybe I enjoy torturing him in this way. (So much of life is maybe, isn’t it?)

At first, Jeff and I were completely monogamous. When I first arrived here from Japan, he could not keep his eyes, or frankly, his hands off me. He would tell me how much sexier I am than his last girlfriend, Beth. He would tell me that Beth loved the refrigerator more than she loved him. I never go near the refrigerator. He rewards me with the most beautiful smiles for my self-control. My figure hasn’t changed since the day I arrived in America. I swear that I haven’t gained a single ounce.

Jeff loves my backstory. I tell it to him over and over. Unfortunately, I cannot find a way to change the story. There’s only way I can tell it. Jeff says my voice is perfect. I tell him that I worked as a secretary in a high rise in Sapporo. I liked to wear low-cut clothes and I would pretend to look out the windows at the city below when I was really watching the men who were…