My obsession with hentai does lead make me awkward around women, it became difficult to look them in the eye and I had trouble maintaining small talk without straying towards my more bizarre sexual fantasies which to me were normal, being immersed in that world. While I was still lonely I soon came up with the idea of truly believing I was married to the cartoon and anime women I was in love with, and with careful practice and the intense study of the art of lucid dreams I have achieved that goal and now experience relationships with women I feel are more intense erotic and uncompromising than most men dare dream. Every day is a new adventure and every night is an erotic land of a thousand tales. Plus being cartoons the sexual possibilities are endless. With real women enema play is a letdown because of all the safety precautions one must take to avoid rupture and possible death, with my wives there are zero restrictions. I am free to ejaculate literally GALLONS of aphrodisiac semen from my firehose like tentacle phalluses causing my wifes belly to expand to the point where she appears 34 months pregnant and you can see the outlines of my tentacles wriggling on her belly which is fit to burst as she screams from a singularity of transcendant pain and pleasure. The aphrodisiac qualities of my semen negate any pain she may feel and the only discomfort she feels is from the otherworldliness of her experience. When she realizes she is impossibly still alive and will not die she comes to take a masochistic delight in her predicament and laughs hysterically as gallon after gallon spurts out of her mouth and her stomach wildly expands and contracts due to orgasms of a strength no human has ever experienced making her belly look like an overstuffed waterbed which is being drained and filled 7 times a second and when I have concluded my 40 minute orgasm and detract my tentacles and assume my true form the sheer force of the gallons of semen leaving her body causes her to shoot hundreds of feet in the air and I catch her in my magic carpet as she gasps for air with her anus gasping like a fish and sing her songs so beautiful that she cries tears of joy as we fly high above the clouds.