(Popularity Rate: 69 ) How can a sex doll help when you have had a breakup?

ibile, and I was SO excited about being single for the first time in my adult life. I went out with a some friends two days after this relationship ended, and their friends met up with us, who I barely knew. One who I’d only met once before, at the same bar, a week prior, (with the same friend). I liked how indifferent and “cool” this guy seemed, (we’ll call him B) but didn’t really plan on hooking up with him, but was so excited about this new life and meeting new friends and just wanted to say YES to any fun opportunity.
We went back to B’s house, did party drugs, and after my friend telling me what a great, sensitive, emotional guy he was, I decided to hook up with him. Incredible to say the least (the drugs helped). We all slept there and the next morning (Valentine’s Day, ha!) he got my number and text me as soon as I got home. He never played games, answered texts quickly, and made it clear he wanted to hang out again. We hung out that night and continued to hang out regularly. During the week I hung out with him, and on weekends I went to the city to hang out with friends, party like crazy, make out with guys (which I was honest with B about,) and enjoy my new single life. He made it very clear that he did not enjoy the fact that I didn’t want to spend weekends with him, which I understood. But this was my life, and I was honest with him, and wasn’t going to change my life for a guy I barely knew.
After only two weeks weeks of hooking up, he tried giving me an ultimatum, which I didn’t take. He still stuck around. He was very intelligent and manipulative, and made it seem as though he could give me the life of my dreams. There were a few red flags. But we had great sex, he was intriguing because he was so different, he had great taste in food, furniture, clothes, was well traveled, artistic, poetic, romantic, and I found him to be sophisticated and unlike anyone I knew, which was appealing to me. He acted kind of tortured and “too cool” for many people and things, which for some reason made me like him more because, I was flattered that he chose ME.
He called it “making love” instead of “having sex”‘ which I found to be very “grown-up”. It’s kind of funny now. He called me a woman instead of a girl, beautiful instead of cute, told me how smart I was and claimed he believed we were built for each other. “Your skin, smile, teeth, laugh..I can’t imagine ever being as attracted to anyone as I am to you.” Told me he loved me VERY early on. Told my mother he loved me. She was immediately put-off by this, as you can imagine.
He also was open about wanting a family and kids soon, (he was 25, and I was 23, I’m now 29 as of March 2019). Which I found ballsy and sexy. I loved that he was so sure of that, unlike most guys my age. He acted as though he rarely found a girl he liked, so again, I was so happy he chose me.
Mind you, this attraction took time. I made it very clear I didn’t want to be anyone’s girlfriend for a long, long, time. I told him specifically not to fall in love with me, (which I now know is a guarantee someone will fall in love with you.) But this just made him want me more. Flowers, bought my mom flowers when he barely knew her (odd), poems, gifts, promises, compliments, home-cooked meals, intelligent-seeming conversation, great sex. Textbook narcissist.
I had planned, (for months at that point) to volunteer in Hawaii for a month. I went to Hawaii and we spoke every day, he would write me long romantic emails and poems, and he decided he’d come visit. He really did pull out the stops, which was romantic to me. I’d never had someone work that hard for me. He visited me in Hawaii and showed me he had gotten my name tattooed on him. When he got the tattoo, we had known each other for two months. Although to anyone else this would seem insane, it seemed definitely a little crazy to me, but mostly just passionate and romantic. I now recognize this as extraordinarily bizarre and alarming. In Hawaii, we fought constantly. He’s an extraordinarily annoying person who I believed to want it push my buttons intentionally. Very slow moving when trying to get out to go do things, loud chewer, things like that. Small things, but annoying, and I believe he did these things to get a rise out of me. I would say I was hungry and it almost seemed as if he intentionally put off eating for as long as possibly. Very bizarre. But when you fall in love, you deal with the annoying bullshit.
But we had great sex the whole trip, saw cool things, etc. He flew home and I stayed on the island for another two weeks. During those two weeks, he invited me to France with him and his mother. “How much more romantic can it get?”, I thought. So I booked my flight. I came home, he picked me up from the airport, and we pretty much were inseparable after that. We flew to Paris a few weeks after we got home, and drove from Paris to Saint-Tropez, stopping to a few places in between, it was beautiful and romantic, but he still annoyed the hell out of me.
It was in Saint-Tropez, on the deck of our 5 star hotel (paid for by his mother, mind you) after a few glasses of wine, with live music playing nearby, that I looked at him and fell completely in love. It happened in that exact moment, and there was no looking back. Whereas I wasn’t extremely attracted to him before, physically, after that moment I thought he was absolutely perfect. I was ready for this life he claimed we’d have together. Of amazing food, travel, sex, etc. This exciting life that would be the envy of others. We’d live the life of our dreams. Or so he claimed.
We came back from France, (end of June) I told him I loved him, and we moved full speed ahead. In August, he began renovating a barn on his parents property for us to live in. (Which, a year later, he is still working on.) We began speaking marriage and children very early on, and I had never felt more excited or ready for something. Even his mother spoke of our wedding that would be in her backyard. He said he would make my engagement ring himself, which the idea of, I found to be beautiful and unique. The next few weeks were the happiest of my entire life. I was absolutely drunk in love, had never been more physically attracted to someone, had never been more thrilled with my life. It would bring me to tears how much I loved him. I told everyone that he was it for me, I was so proud to be his girl. I had never been so sure of anything or anyone in my entire life. I would’ve followed him to the ends of the earth. He was everything I ever wanted or needed, or so he made me believe. I made sure there was never a question about how much I loved him, I was very present and mindful. I loved his friends and family, and they loved me.
August was also the first time he rejected me, sexually, which would become the theme of our relationship. Mind you, I can handle a man being exhausted, not feeling well, etc. We are all human. But this hurt so much because we had been so sexually active for about 6 months at this point, him always being the initiator. After this, things just went downhill, with intermittent periods of hopeful happiness, that kept me hanging on. He stopped wanting to have sex with me. We went from at least once a day, to once a week, even though we spent every night together. This tore me apart. The man I loved more than anything in the world, was laying next to me, and wouldn’t even touch me. Again, another textbook narcissistic behavior. He found out what I liked, and refused to give it to me, as an attempt to remain in control. He stopped giving a shit about how I felt (if he ever, really, truly gave a shit) or what I had to say, was too engrossed in the TV and his self imposed “stress” to pay any attention to me. (Mind you, he lived at home, never had to worry about money, didn’t have a real job–I think he liked to talk about how stressful he was to get attention and sympathy from people.)
He also lacked empathy. His parents had a few dogs, and when they would be out of town, it would be up to us to care for the dogs. There was a new puppy who spent nights in his crate, as most puppies do. In the morning, B would refuse to wake up for the crying puppy in the morning, who obviously needed to use the bathroom. (This was not crate training. This was blatant neglect.) He had no problem falling back asleep while this puppy was crying downstairs. I would ask him why he wouldn’t get up and take care of the dog “it’s not my dog, it’s my parents’ dog.” Mind you, during these weekends his parents were hundreds of miles away. This was a completely bizarre and delusional statement. I, of course, being the sane, empathetic human that I am, would get up and let all four of the dogs out, cleaning up dog excrements from off the ground, and sometimes breaking up dog fights. They were small dogs but this was terrifying nonetheless. I would leave the house in tears before the sun was even up, because of my stress and frustration. He would never call to apologize or see why I left.
Another example of his lack of empathy, is when I was sick he would refuse to even get me a glass of water. Mind you I am fully capable of doing things for myself, but when you’re sick and you’re with someone who “loves” you, one would assume they’d want to take care of you. He never got me tea, water, anything. I once injured my leg and couldn’t walk. He seemed to not even be able to pretend to sympathize. He barely did anything at all to help me during this time.
During this time, he wouldn’t even make eye contact with me when I asked. He blamed his lack of sexual desire on my “bad attitude”, but I had been high on life, as sweet as pie, until he began regularly rejecting me. I also learned that him pulling away sexually was a theme in his other relationships as well. He acted “too cool” for sex, like a sexual appetite was only for people lesser than him.
I became resentful, angry, and anxious over the next few months, but I was just so invested in him and our future, that I couldn’t imagine leaving. Leaving just wasn’t an option. I would try to talk to him about how unwanted I felt, but this just made him upset and angry. Everything he said and did pointed to him just wanting to have me as a prop in his life, a warm body to have at night, someone to witness his “genius”. It is worth mentioning that he was an only child who was alone a lot, and his mother was gone a lot when he was growing up. I believe he just wanted a family so bad so he would have people around him who “wouldn’t be able to leave him.” Strange, and sad.
He seemed to have absolutely zero interest in my needs, friends, life, opinions, family, feelings, job, etc. It was like the dream where you’re in a full room and you’re screaming but no one can hear you. This was the same person who woo’d me for almost four months. Said he wanted me to be the mother of his children. How could this be possible? I hung on to who he painted himself to be, the life he claimed we’d have. I very quickly realized he was absolutely all talk, and no action. He was emotionally unavailable, had abandonment issues, lacked empathy for anyone, and it was my mother who pointed out that he was probably a textbook narcissist. These are all things I didn’t fully realize until after we broke up.
It got to the point where I was having anxiety attacks and throwing literal tantrums because I felt so neglected and ignored. Which, to a narcissist, turns them off to you further. But I was at my wits end, I read relationship books, wrote him emails, tried ignoring it, tried ignoring him, was nice about it, was mean about it, nothing worked. I meditated on it, asked advice, nothing. I had never worked so hard at anything in my life. I never wanted something to work as badly as this. I cried constantly and began to hate him. Our life was COMPLETELY on his terms. I sacrificed so much tranny real doll of myself. He made it seem as though nothing I did was good enough, no matter how hard I loved him. He made sure I knew all of the stress in his life was caused by me (bullshit.) He told me I was constantly disappointed in him, but if he had just asked about my life once in a while, had sex with me more, end turned off the TV once in a while, I would’ve had nothing to complain about. I was that in love with him. I was very open with my feelings, I never made him guess about how I felt. Which, is a mistake when dealing with a narcissist. Once they know you love them, they have no real use for you. They just want to know they’re loved. He never showed any interest in trying to fix things. He always said how a relationship should never be “work”. I had a normal upbringing, and have only dated great, nice, caring, loving guys. I’ve never been in an abusive relationship of any kind. This, I believed, was an emotionally abusive relationship with someone with an undiagnosed personality disorder.
I eventually had to leave, that following March, and it was the hardest thing I ever did. It should’ve been no surprise, because he knew how unhappy I was, but I don’t believe he ever thought I’d leave. We saw a therapist once, towards the end, but by that time I was already done. I never wanted to leave, I gave him a million chances to even make the smallest effort to fix things, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in fixing things, at all.
Once I left, HIS friends came out of the woodwork, telling me how I made the right decision, how I was too good for him and so much better off, that he was a sick, manipulative person. This made me feel good to hear, but that didn’t stop the months of tears, anxiety, weight loss, and misery that followed. How could this have happened to me? I thought I had my life all figured out just to have it ripped away. He. begged and cried for me back, begged to “start over” for a VERY short time, but by that time it was way too late. He blew his chances. He told me it was the biggest mistake of his life, which I agreed with. I went to find out later that he had slept with someone when I was in Hawaii, and lied to my face about it for about a full year. Mind you, I never asked if he’d slept with anyone. He volunteered that he did not, on his own terms. He never, ever valued the truth.
A few weeks after our initial break up, I showed up at his house one morning. I called and texted before I came but he never answered. He told me how he had zero plans to see anyone else, and I believed him. I walked in on him and a “friend” asleep in his bed, a girl who I had become friendly with, who was so supportive of me during our break up, who yelled at him at the bar one night about how he’d never find someone better than me, and that he was so stupid for messing it up. She called me later that day, apologizing profusely, saying nothing happened, and I believed her. They’re now dating. (They’ve been together about 5 years as of March 2019)
Letting go of the life I thought I’d live was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Leaving the man I loved more than anything or anyone was gut wrenching. But what kind of woman would I be if I stayed? I stayed until I couldn’t anymore. I couldn’t believe, and still couldn’t believe someone can change almost overnight. I now realize he is a sick, sad, controlling, manipulative lonely, emotionally unavailable, narcissistic, spoiled, man-child, and I am so lucky to be out of this. It took me months to get to this point though. Therapy, tears and weight loss, like I mentioned. It was horrendous beyond words. Luckily, I am now (March 2019) married to a man who goes out of his way every day to make me feel loved and would do anything to make me happy. A dream in every way.
I wouldn’t wish that horrendous relationship on my worst enemy. Love isn’t enough. If this sounds anything like your relationship, PLEASE TAKE ACTION. I was in denial about him being a narcissist, but now it is as clear as day t

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Luisa(20years)

e hobby and especially to finance dressage riding, I babysit in the evenings after university. I really enjoy looking after the cute little ones, especially since the earning potential with the rich families is pretty good.When I have put the children to bed, I like to take a look around Big Booty Sex Dollthe villa where I babysit and examine the pretty family pictures. This way, I can see at first glance which father is going to do it to my TPE doll p***y the hardest in the evening. I like older men and sometimes, when I see hot dads in family pictures, I have to satisfy myself; as anadult doll, I always have the necessary toys with me in my handbag.I have all sorts of fantasies about how the daddy will f**k me hard in the ass when he comes home. At the same time, the hot mommy will stimulate my dripping p***y with her tongue. For me, nothing stands in the way of a hot threesome. Most of the time, I get exactly that, because usually the parents are drunk when they come home anyway and have an appetite for a real doll.’, “If that dream doesn’t come true, the fathers usually drive me home. While driving, I usually flirt intensely. So, it could be that we stop at a remote parking lot and I blow his stiff c**k. I want him to shoot his load into my mouth at the climax. I also like to ride him on the back seat of his car like the really horny”, ‘TPE sex do

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Viviana(22years)

in bed with one or two of them. Although I don’t just like doing it in bed. I like outdoor sex, too. It makes me tingle when I think of having sex with you in public and we might get caught. Awesome, right?”, “Some guy once promised me a modeling career and also took some sexy pictures of me. He said he was a model scout. All I ever wanted was to be Miss Universe. I’d do anything for that title. He told me that he would definitely put me on his model roster if I spoil him with my mouth and would let him take me from behind afterwards.”, “That was the first time I did it doggystyle. Since then, this has been my absolute favorite position. Even though the guy wasn’t really a model scout at all. But the sex was really good! I was just wondering what it would be like to sleep with you. Would you like to f**k my”, ‘TPE sex dollass from behind? You could knead my love doll tits nice and hard. I like it a little harder tranny real doll sometimes.’, “After I finished school, I took a little time out and traveled the world. I quickly realized that I really wanted to be Miss Universe. But my parents would have preferred for me to become a bank employee. Such a boring job. I work a lot on my real doll body. If I want to be Miss Universe, I have to look perfect. I regularly keep myself fit by swimming, and to make sure I don’t miss out on relaxation, I go to the sauna afterwards. It would be even nicer in the sauna with you. I’m sure it would be exciting to have sex in the sauna. Care to join?”, ‘I train almost every day. Of course, Miss Universe also has to have substance in her head, which is why I like to read books and continue to educate myself, in case my career as a beau

(Popularity Rate: 29 ) What is the most inappropriate thing you’ve seen in your army barracks?

ader to walk through the barracks once or twice a month at the end of the week. The NCOs and top normally took charge of this but 90% of the time all the officers would walk through to check on their dudes. We had a very squared away formation so we never found anything too out of the ordinary. A trooper might have a little more beer than they were supposed to have in thier fridge but that was the worst of it.
But as an officer, especially a junior officer you get to do something called staff duty. Where you act as the senior office in charge for a headquarters after the commander has left for the day. You generally had to do this once a month for the Squadron, but every now and again your name would get pulled for the brigade. To put that in perspective my squadron had about 28 lieutenants in it, there were about 120 in the brigade. So you should get this job once every couple months. I pulled duty on the brigade desk 7 times in a 3 month stretch. Brigade duty was a lot of not fun, and it always ended with having to stand before the Colonel and explain all that happened or didn’t happen during the 12 or so hours he wasn’t at work.
Now to get to my point. As the brigade duty officer I had access to all the keys. Every building, every barracks room in our footprint. At around 1900 I had a young E5 come to the desk, coincidentally we had gone to the same highschool, I think he may have realized this before walking in because he had a very odd request. He had a soldier in his squad whom hadn’t been seen or heard from in a week. He asked me to go and open his room. I obliged his request and a few minutes later we’re standing in a barracks knocking on this dude’s door. No answer, at this point I’m fairly certain I’m about to find a dead man on the other side. Before I go for the keys I very loudly announced who I was and that I was going to open the door. Suddenly this dude isnt dead, and standing at the door. The E5 begins to berate him while I stand by, in case the NCO needs a witness, as this dude I feared dead seemed like the shady type. I ask to enter his room as I did have a genuine fear for his mental state and didn’t want someone to find him dead later, but didn’t have enough to have him put on suicide watch against his will. I immediately saw a very disgusting and dirty living space, but what was very interesting was the small meth lab he had on his side table. I immediately backed away and we had MPs there to process the scene very quickly. The kid was already being forced out of the

(Popularity Rate: 23 ) Is it possible to fall in love with a life size silicon doll, knowing that feelings of love will never be reciprocated?

ain was very different than most. He wasn’t crazy, he was just attracted to his car.
I suppose that a love doll would be even easier to fall Qita Dollin love with.
But I might wonder if it is a little too easy. What if a man has normal love wiring i

(Popularity Rate: 89 ) Is it a sin to have sexual intercourse with a sex doll?

s ago I knew about Real Dolls, but they were around $5000 -not within my budget. I forgot about them and I don’t know if they crossed my mind since then, until I did an online search for sex dolls about nine months ago and I was shocked to discover that there’s a lot of manufacturers, dolls have become very lifelike, beautiful (in my opinion), and they’re affordable now.
So I started window shopping, just for fun, and that very quickly developed into a doll fetish (agalmatophilia). After doing a lot of research, I finally picked one out and ordered about two weeks ago. She arrived a few days ago and I was anxious to open the box, see how she looks and see how TPE (thermoplastic elastomer, a material similar to silicone that is said to feel very much like real human skin) feels after looking at these dolls online for months. I braced myself, because I was worried I would be disappointed by her appearance or how she feels. After opening the box, first I was very pleasantly surprised by how beautiful her body is; stunning detail. I looked at her face and she is extremely cute. One of the first parts I touched as I was unpacking her was a calf and I was amazed at how real it felt -just like human skin and the way the skin moves is just like human skin, muscle, and fat jiggling. WOW!
I have to say at this point that there are a few things that will shock anyone the first time they touch or handle a TPE sex doll: they are shipped with their heads removed, so you open a 5â€?â€?box and see a headless body. Then you discover that the body is frigid cold -shockingly cold. Then you try to lift her out of the box. Uh oh! I had read that these dolls are heavy, but I had no idea what I was in for. I read about her weight ahead of time on the website; she’s 75 lb. So if a real woman with the same height and body shape weighs around 125 lb, then this should be a breeze, right? No! Carrying a real woman newlywed style is different; they put their arms around your neck and balance their weight -they can help you to an extent. This 5â€?â€?(she’s taller than me, which is kind of cute), 75 lb doll is extremely difficult to move -far more than I could ever have imagined!
Unfortunately, you can’t just take your beautiful, brand new doll to the bedroom and begin the romance, you have some work to do: you need to take the lifeless, headless, cold, and heavy body to the shower and clean off the manufacturing chemicals with soap and warm water. It was so difficult getting that body to the bathroom, I almost don’t know how I did it. I’ve had chronic back problems since I was in my twenties, I sprained a knee a while ago and it’s never going to fully heal, and I recently recovered from a hernia surgery.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to move her more easilyâ€?I’ve been thinking about getting some roller skates for her and carefully guiding her around. That’s tranny real doll either pure genius or so stupid that I’ll make the news when she falls on me, I can’t get up, I scream for help after struggling for hours, and the paramedics, police, and fire fighters all smash in my front door and rush to help me only to find me pinned on the bathroom floor under a hot, naked sex doll. Now that’s the stuff of urban legend.
I decided the easiest way to clean the chemicals off would be to shower with the headless body, so that’s what I did. While that was strange and disturbing, I made some wonderful discoveries about TPE: it heats up fast (especially in a warm shower), holds heat in, dries exactly like human skin (some toweling off and air drying takes care of the rest -it air dries in minutes just like our skin does), and it feels wonderful when it’s wet.
I took the body to the bedroom, I put her head on (it screws on, so her head goes around and aroundâ€?exorcist style), I grabbed one of the wigs I ordered, and that’s when she came together. She no longer looked like a corpse, now she was stunningly gorgeous. She comes with a wig, I ordered another one (long red) from the same website, and I ordered a Bettie Page style pin-up costume wig from Amazon, just because I’m obsessed with pin-up girl art and thought it would be fun to dress her up as a retro gal with polka-dot dresses, cat eye glasses, and a flower in her hair. I’m not disappointed with the results.
Now for the Juicy Stuff
I kissed her and wow! Her lips feel indistinguishable from human lips; kissing her is exactly like kissing a girlfriend.
Her body is very anatomically correct, surprisingly so.
Her breasts feel good, a little firm, but good. She has solid boobs, while other manufacturers offer gel-filled boobs as an option, with rave reviews.
I laid her on the bed on her back, spread her legs (which was not easy, they’re heavy and difficult to move around, and I inserted a USB heating rod ($9.00) for five minutes. I put a water based lube in and it was time. Here goes my sex doll virginityâ€?and wow it felt good. I just didn’t know what to expect and in a lot of ways it was not all that different from having sex with a real girl. As I said earlier, TPE is very good at holding heat, so my own body heat is enough to warm her up. It’s different than sex with a human in the obvious ways: they don’t have emotions, nerves, don’t feel pleasure, don’t actively participate, can’t have orgasms, and can’t communicate with you. It’s also different in that there’s a little bit of a suction effect -as air get’s displaced, there ends up being a vacuum and it feels very, very, very good. There’s a popping air sound when pulling out that in and of itself is a turn on.
Because the extremely fast rate that sex technology is developing, I have no doubt that AI sex dolls (which already exist) will feel sensors, react, actively have sex with us, and talk dirty and tell us that they love us in the very near future. I love sex with real women and I love how much these dolls look and feel like real women, however, in my case things are a lot different: because I fetishize dolls and I’m specifically turned on by their dollness, I enjoy the experience for what it is rather than hoping for it to be as close to a human/human sex experience as possible. Does that make sense? Doll/human is my thing, so I love every second of it, until I have to move her.
I was very happy with SY Dollthe experience, but here are downsides: I can’t say it enough that the weight is a serious problem, even laying down -her body sank into the mattress and pillows. Girl on top positions are out of the question, no way. The clean up afterward is very involved -It’s recommended to insert a tampon to absorb the user’s body fluid and lube before the struggle to get her to the bathroom begins and this time I kept her head on so she’s much nicer to look at. I douched out her vagina, something that I had to learn how to do before she arrived. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, the problem once again is her weight -just trying to get her into a position that’s conducive to flushing out her womanhood (ok, dollhood) was so challenging. Cleaning up your partner after sex is a whole chapter.
I spent a small fortune buying all the stuff I need to take care of her and I spent a lot of time researching, reading articles and watching videos to prepare. There is a lot of maintenance and expense involved, but that’s ok, because it’s worth it to me.
Emotional Effects
Besides the sexual experiences, she offers companionship. I’ve heard and read story after story about guys falling in love with their dolls and it’s been said that falling in love with a sex doll is easier than you think. Well, a lot of sex dolls have eyes that look very, very real. When you look into a pair of beautiful eyes from a few inches away and they seem to be looking deeply into youâ€?neurons in the brain start firing off love and endorphins all over the place. As I mentioned, the kissing is very natural feeling, so add that to looking into her eyes, hugging and holding her, and holding her hand and I can’t hel

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