Upstairs in my room, my heart was pounding as I unwrapped them. The first pang of doubt about my choice came when one of her legs had a loose joint. The website gave me a separate head for the bug for free, but that didn’t change what I had. In addition, the love dolls weighed over 90 pounds and even though I was young and fit, they were difficult to move. Their troubles didn’t stop there.
Because she was so heavy, she collapsed with her own stiff joints and still could not be placed in an exciting sex position. She couldn’t even stand up because of her one wobbly knee. She had a firm vagina that looked good and the few times I used it it didn’t collapse like the insert on my first doll. But to my horror, it was a lifeless experience. She was just a lump again, lying on her back on my bed. Being inside her didn’t feel any different than being inside my $50 sex sleeve. She was back in her box as quickly as I could wrap her up. I was done, that was stupid. I listed her on the same website as my first doll. I sold them but lost another $700. After that I told myself that my male sex doll was over. They made me feel dirty and weren’t the solution.
time for a confession. When I go a very long time without sexual arousal, my memory seems to be impaired. About a year later, after several months without any sexual satisfaction, I looked at the lifelike sex dolls again. And again the same doubts came to my mind. Maybe it was the nature of the doll that made her uncomfortable. There were still the mini dolls. They would be easy to hide, easy to move, and easy to pose for. But then there was the question of money. I was unemployed because of my depression and I couldn’t squander any more of my savings.
We hope there will be many events like this in the near future as sex dolls become more popular and mainstream. We are committed to breaking the stigma of sex dolls and events like this only confirm that dolls bring joy, emotion and a great time to both men and women! Enjoy some photos of the beauties of this amazing event!
It was my 18th birthday and as I blew out my candles I wished for something naughty. My two best friends, Jessica and Sarah, fired confetti firecrackers and sang their kazoos. The firecrackers were filled with small cut-out penises (Sarah and Jessica’s idea) and the kazoos were also roll-out cocks. Needless to say, this was the party they threw for me and not the one I had with my parents and other friends the day before where I wore a floor length dress and shirt buttoned to the neck.
