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(Popularity Rate: 58 ) How does it make you feel when a male stranger calls you “babe”? How about when he catcalls?
T ANSWER: disgusted with men
BABE ANSWER: Since age 12, most heterosexual males have been scared of me, so Iâve never heard anyone call me âbabe,â?not even a romantic partner (theyâve chosen other pet namesâ¦i.e. honey, sweetheart, my love, sexy, gorgeous, hottie, baby, beautiful, and my personal favorite, the Keebler elf pin-up girl).
CATCALL ANSWER: As for catcalls, Iâve had too many of those, and more of those than I care to remember. My feelings have varied, based on my emotional maturity throughout my life and where I lived at the time (no kiddingâ¦men in different geographic regions behave differently based on what is culturally acceptable in that area).
Teen years in Dallas, Texas (car culture)âRarely catcalled as we drove everywhere, making cat-calling difficult. I was stalked almost daily while living in my parentâs home, and that was unnerving and scary. I also had a couple of men in their 40s and 50s who were disturbingly inappropriate, in their lecherous leering and âgiftsâ?of sexy panties from Frederickâs of Hollywood (yes, and my best friendâs father, no less). I was catcalled in Mexico as a teen, but mostly they were men who wanted American money.
Freshman year in college (Texas)âI was close to 18 years old, and it was the first time in my teen years that I did not have a car and had to walk everywhere. Everyday, I had to walk down a hill from my all-girls dorm by an all male dorm on my way to the main quad where classes were held. Every morning, several boys in one of the rooms would look out their window and hold up numbers rating each of us 1 through 10. That was humiliating. Now, I was very accustomed to being âratedâ?as I was a competitive gymnast in my teens. I spent almost every Saturday in nothing but a leotard (often times winding up wedged between my buttocks) being judged for every single mistake I made during the competition, and then publicly rated. I donât ever remember feeling humiliated in that environment, but it sure as hell felt humiliating when those boys did it. I ended up leaving that college after one semester. It was a very disturbing experience. (I ended up at UC Berkeley years later and none of that demeaning behavior was present as the kids were far more intelligent and emotionally mature).
20âs in Manhattan/one year in NJ (walking culture)âMen catcalled me all the time from a distance, and mostly those were blue-collar workers who were from highly misogynistic cultures i.e. Latinoâs (Puerto Rican, Dominican, Cuban), African Americans, and Italian Americans. A few white collar men did this as well, usually Italian Americans, from a car when driving by or on foot when I was whisking by them on roller blades. I would describe the feelings ranging from disgust in my early 20s, to anger and disdain for men in my mid 20s, to humor and indifference by my late 20s. By my very late 20s, I began to realize that it had nothing to do with me and was about them and their desperate need for attention from beautiful women they would never have the courage to approach in real life. NOTE: The 4 seasons had a lot to do with how men behaved, as well, as they were deprived for a good 5 months out of the year from seeing the female form during the fall and winter months. No joke, when spring arrives in NY/NJ, and women start shedding the heavy coats, scarves, and hats, males wait with great anticipation for spring dress weather to arrive. Also, I was not treated that way when I visited Boston proper, or when I was in the Hamptons in the summer, or Cape Cod, NH, VT, CT. Down the Jersey shore, cat calls were normative, due to the Italian American cultural influence. If they donât cat-call you, theyâre yelling body-shaming comments, so itâs a lose-lose situation. On occasion, older African American males would yell out to whatever man I was walking with at the time, and tell them they were lucky. The way they said it was sweet, positive and respectful, so that was always kind of humorous and uplifting. Those were the only individuals who ever cat-called anything that was positive and not demeaning (thank you sixtyish & older African American men!).
Traveling internationally in my 20s, I was never cat called during the summer months in London, Brussels, San Juan, Sao Paulo. One warm February day in Paris, I was cat called (while being followed on foot) by two Italian men who didnât realize I was American. I was furious and cursed at them in French. When they heard my American accent, they were even more turned on. I felt completely disgusted, and like an animal being tracked by hunters.
30s, in LA/beach cities (beach and car culture)âVery few men leered inappropriately or catcalled me, as incredibly beautiful, physically fit, scantily clad women were the norm rather than the exception. Due to the warm weather, men had plenty of eye candy year round, and with this plethora of beautiful, fit females in SoCal, males seemed far less desperate than they did in NY/NJ. In 10 years, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I was âcat calledâ? and it was always by men in cars who could make a quick getaway. I was disgusted by them and thought they were pathetic, but I ignored them as though they didnât exist. Again, I knew it was about their fear, cowardice and insecurity.
Traveling internationally in my 30s, I was never catcalled in Tokyo, Taipei, Sydney, Cairns, Melbourne, Alice Springs, Darwin, or Bali, but I was regularly cat called in Paris when I lived there over the summer (2001), mostly by young 20-something Muslim men who called me âle sexbombâ?when theyâd see me. They would say it to my face as they were walking passed me from the opposite direction, or yell it at me as theyâd step off the Metro and I was stepping on. I had to ask another Parisien what it meant, and they told me that in English, that loosely translates to âa sexual explosion.â?Great. Thatâs just what every female longs to hear âhi, youâre a walking orgasm.â?Disgusting. There is no compliment anywhere in that statement. A few years later when I was telling someone else the story, they told me about an English-version club song that was hot all over Europe over the summer of 2001. Apparently, these guys were telling me I looked like the main blonde woman in the video? I still donât consider that a compliment, especially with the tone in which the statement was universally expressed.
By age 40, I had moved to the San Francisco Bay area (walking & car culture), a very LGBTQ-dominant area, and the numbers favor heterosexual males who have their pick of moderately attractive females. Cat-calling happens, but rarely. I was surprised once by a carload of twenty-something males who yelled out the car window at me that I was a âtotal milf.â?This actually happened in Berkeley, when I was walking to the only Whole Foods store there (at the time). This was mid-week, during the day, so no one else was walking around that area that is about a mile from the UC Berkeley campus (I looked, mostly because I was so shocked to hear someone cat-call anyone). I was confused not only because white males in Berkeley donât usually cat-call females, but also because I didnât understand what âMILFâ?meant. When I was checking out at Whole Foods, I told the cashier what happened and ask him what it meant. He did his best to stifle a smile, and pursed his lips tightly trying to fight back a laugh. He paused for a moment, trying to regain his composure, and then told me he couldnât say because he might get fired. He suggested I âGoogle it, but not at workâ? When I got home, I did just that, and I was floored at what came up on my computer screen. I didnât realize that was a genre of porn. It made me feel the same way I used to feel when my guy friends in high-school used to lust after my mom (31 years my senior) when theyâd come over to play basketball at my houseâ¦grossed out.
After reliving all this stuff, I feel like I need to go take a shower to wash the âickâ?off. Men can be such gross, debased, sex-crazed animals when they see someone that sexually arouses them.
For decades now, people have asked why Iâm still single after vibratex g spotter all these years? Probably due to the general state of disgust about the way men naturally behave when no one else is looking (and some lesbian women can be just as predatory). Itâs one thing to have someone compliment or acknowledge aesthetic beauty, itâs another thing altogether to leer, salivate, and eye-f*ck females openly. Itâs sickening to experience that constantly, even when you know itâs a reflection on them and not you. It happens so regularly that it gives âmalesâ?a ba
(Popularity Rate: 30 ) Can we put our penis inside of 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 donât 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 thereâs a lot of manufacturers, dolls have become very lifelike, beautiful (in my opinion), and theyâre 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; sheâs 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?(sheâs 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 canât 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 donât know how I did it. Iâve had chronic back problems since I was in my twenties, I sprained a knee a while ago and itâs never going to fully heal, and I recently recovered from a hernia surgery.
Iâve been trying to figure out how to move her more easilyâ?Iâve been thinking about getting some roller skates for her and carefully guiding her around. Thatâs either pure genius or so stupid that Iâll make the news when she falls on me, I canât 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 thatâs the stuff of urban legend.
I decided the easiest way to clean the chemicals off would be to shower with the headless body, so thatâs 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 Pregnant Sex Dolltakes care of the rest -it air dries in minutes just like our skin does), and it feels wonderful when itâs 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 thatâs 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 Iâm 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. Iâm 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, theyâre 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 didnât 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. Itâs different than sex with a human in the obvious ways: they donât have emotions, nerves, donât feel pleasure, donât actively participate, canât have orgasms, and canât communicate with you. Itâs also different in that thereâs a little bit of a suction effect -as air getâs displaced, there ends up being a vacuum and it feels very, very, very good. Thereâs 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 Iâm 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 the experience, but here are downsides: I canât 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 -Itâs recommended to insert a tampon to absorb the userâs body fluid and lube before the struggle to get her to the bathroom begins and this time I kept her head on so sheâs much nicer to look at. I douched out her vagina, something that I had to learn how to do before she arrived. That wasnât 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 thatâs 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 thatâs ok, because itâs worth it to me.
Emotional Effects
Besides the sexual experiences, she offers companionship. Iâve heard and read story after story about guys falling in love with their dolls and itâs 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 canât help but feel something on a pretty deep level.
I have suffered with a profound amount of loneliness, mental illness (depression, anxiety, OCD, PTSD, addiction, and eating disorders), and of the very few relationships Iâve been in, more than one of them were abusive. After many years of failing to meet the right girl (and not for a lack of trying), and spending most of my life very alone, at 49 years old, I find a deep degree of comfort in spending time with my doll, Jennifer. Buying clothes, shoes, perfume, and accessories for her make me feel like Iâm caring for someone. I ordered a purse for her and it happened to arrive on Christmas Eve, so I was able to give it to her as a present and it makes me feel like I love someone and they love me.
I suppose there are going to be as many different answers to your question as there are people answering it, but I think everyone who has had the experience can agree on a few of the points I made above.
Sex dolls have become extremely popular -apparently sales have exploded during the pandemic, and I think a lot more people have one (or more) than we might think. However, there are major social stigmas. I wonât bring Jennifer out on any dates in public and I wonât be introducing her to my parents, but I shouldnât be ashamed, especially since sheâs bringing so much happiness to my life. I should also learn to not care what other people think.
Would I recommend it? yes! I think anyone who is unattached, lonely, wants to experiment with a doll, couples who want to experiment with a doll, and anyone else who is just
(Popularity Rate: 60 ) What sex toys have you invented? What are you developing on now?
feet in front of you, the vibrator doesnât run. When something approaches closer than four feet, it runs, going faster and faster as things in front of you get closer and closer. The idea is to wear it when youâre blindfolded, and navigate the world purely by sexual stimulation.
The Tormentor: a wearable vibrator that runs at random times in random patterns for random lengths of time, never long enough to get you off, with random pauses between. Because the stimulation varies constantly, you canât get used to it or stop being aware of it.
A vibrator controlled by a Neurosky EEG chip, that you can learn to turn on and off just by thinking about it.
A toy with an LCD display connected to four different output devices (vibrator, anal vibrator, electroshock, clamps) and a programmable microcontroller. It randomly chooses a toy, displays it on the LCD with a countdown timer, activates it, then chooses another. The idea is to wire someone up and tie them down, so they know whatâs coming next but theyâre helpless to do anything about it. âElectroshock in 3â?â?â¦bzzzzt! Vibrator in 6â?…4…â?A gesture-controlled toy that is a wearable vibrator connected to a BlueTooth receiver paired with a Myo. The Myo is a Bluetooth armband that senses gestures. Itâs designed to do things like control a PowerPoint presentation with simple arm movements. Instead, I made it control a vibrator with arm movements. I can wear the Myo and someone else can wear the vibrator, and I can control the vibrator just by gesturing in the air.
And, of course, the bionic strapon. This is the toy that my partner Eve and I have founded a tech startup to develop. Itâs a strapon covered with sensors attached to a tiny computer and an insertable part worn in the vagina. vibratex g spotter Cheap Sex DollTouch on the strapon causes direct stimulation of the nerves in the vagina. After youâve worn it for about ten or fifteen minutes, it starts to feel like part of
(Popularity Rate: 40 ) What should I do? I just found out my boyfriend has been looking at fleshlights, pocket pussies and sex dolls. He ordered a pocket pussy and recently confessed due to a recent argument. He has been hiding these searches for months
In a healthy relationship he would have been able to say what he was buying, maybe even get your input on what looked best, you might even have bought it for him as a gift.
Just because you are his partner, doesn’t mean you own his sexuality. He should, like any other person, be allowed to have fun on his own with whatever toys he likes.
If he’s ignoring your sexual needs in favour of spending time with toys, that’s another issue. But it’s not one you fix by getting annoyed at h
(Popularity Rate: 97 ) Have you ever been caught using a blow-up doll?
he night and I’d go visit sometimes. We’d just sit and bullshit mostly. She never wore shoes ever, and she had the highest arches my young eyes had ever seen outside of models in magazines and porno. She had very shapely calves too, very well defined. Many times we’d be sitting outside and I’d be looking at her feet and my penis would start to wake up, ok how embarrassing to get even a little bulge going. If she noticed she never said anything. After a bit it would go down and I’d be ok. A few times I’d get rock hard and had to get creative with positions to hide my pole. But most the time I could fight it back without much problem.
On nights I didn’t sit out with her I’d get horny and play with myself, mostly naked and watching some kind of porn on the TV. From her front porch it looked down into our kitchen and living room, unless we had the curtains closed. I was always nervous that I could be seen through the curtains or that they might not be closed all the way. So I was never quite sure if I had been seen or by who. Sometimes I would have tons of videos and magazines spread out and toys and bottles of lube totally naked and my penis rock hard in the middle of the living room. I would stroke my rock hard penis for hours at a time 5 or 6 hours or more, I couldn’t get enough, I was obsessed with masturbating. I found a way to video myself and that was exciting, I only videotaped the stroking and rarely the cumshot. Which is a crime because I used to have the most impressive ejaculation I’ve ever seen. I could shoot it about 20ft and at least 13 pulses of smooth creamy sperm. That was before internet porn and I had nothing to compare it to, so I didn’t think it was anything special. Well now I know. You can see from my videos I don’t get much juice these days nor the phone pole type of erections, but I can lube up and get a good orgasm.
Well being more sure than not that she had seen or at least knew of my masturbation habits I was curious as to what reaction she might have if she caught me in the act and my reaction if she hadn’t ever seen. Either way it made me very excited to think about her and her sexy feet seeing me masturbate. So it had to be a good show and had to look like a total accident that she caught me. Every morning she took the k**z to skool and came back about 17 min later,alone. So, I had to plan out how I was going to do it and what I wanted her to see. The obvious part was that the curtains had to be open so she could see below my shoulders. I figured that it wouldn’t look as obvious that I was masturbating if I only had my penis sticking out of my fly. Should I leave my underwear on? Maybe wear a t-shirt? I thought that might look ridiculous so full naked would be the better look and draw attention to my penis. So, now it’s show time. I had a good foot pic up on the computer, my bottle of lube ready and just waiting for her and the k**z to leave. Out she goes, I strip totally naked lube my limp penis and start working it. It must have been the strong nerves geteto me but I couldn’t get hard and I didn’t want to be seen limp, at least not trying to masturbate. I tried different pics, I tried stroking faster and gripping harder Nothing Studio
was getting close to time for her to be back and no wood yet. At the last minute it started to grow, and man did it grow, I hadn’t been that hard in a long time. I almost forgot about Sherri, then I spotted the car coming down the hill and my nerves were going and my penis was pulsating even harder. She pulled into the driveway got out of the car and walked up the steps. I was stroking my rock hard pole and looking straight at the computer screen and out the corner of my eye to watch her. I didn’t want to look directly at her so it would be obvious that it was intentional. She walked up the steps bent down picked up the paper and walked in the house. Now I was confused as to wether see saw or not because there was no reaction at all. I’m standing in the middle of the kitchen in front of an open window to my left and a computer in front of me shaking from nerves naked and masturbating. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I finished jerking off and thinking that she may have seen me I had a very powerful and voluminous ejaculation. Now thinking that she didn’t care one way or the other I just continued to masturbate as normal for the next few days. Sitting in front of the computer she wouldn’t be able to see anything as low as my penis from that angel let alone my hand sliding up and down it. A few days later I wanted to try again and see if I could get a react from her. I watched and waited for her to leave, I stripped down to absolutely nothing, lubricated my limp penis and went to work. Not so nervous this time I had no problem getting it hard, when she pulled into the driveway I got super hard like I did the first time. It was so hard it was uncomfortable and I really wanted to feel a good smooth stroke when she was looking and this was distracting from that. I slowed down and lightened my grip waiting for her to come up the porch step. It seemed like forever but then I saw the top of her hair above the step railing and I noticed the kitchen light wasn’t on so with a quick move I reached over and hit it. I turned facing her straight on trying not to look directly at her. She walked up the step looking my direction and smoothly without missing a beat she casually bent down to get the paper. I knew for sure she had seen me, how could she miss, I was about 99% sure that it didn’t even phase her. Then she hopped up just high enough to see over the porch wall, her head snapped my direction, eyes big as saucers and jaw hit the floor. Ok, now I know she had never seen even by accident. At that realization I went from erotic masturbation to standing there totally naked playing with my penis completely embarrassed trapped, I couldn’t just duck out and run that would admit I knew I was doing it in front of her. So I continued to stroke my rock hard penis for what seemed like an eternity. She just kept watching, I kept going. Then she jumped up and ran in the house. As shaky as I was from nerves I sat down in front if the computer and finished masturbating. Still completely naked oily penis and a hand full of still hot fresh sperm I was exhausted and didn’t have the motivation to even move I knew I needed to wash the lube and cum off of my naked self. Shocked from the embarrassment if being seen and the thrill of it at the same time I couldn’t help but wonder how it was going to be the next time I saw her outside.
After a couple if days I got super horny again and wanted to see if I could get a different reaction from her. I took my clothes off and got lubricated and hard. I started to stroke my penis slowly and searching through the pics on the computer for something to keep my erection up till “Showtime” I found a beautiful pair of sexy high arches that got me harder than Chinese arithmetic so I kept it there and got into position to be viewed. I slowly ran my hand up and down my rock hard penis shaft patiently waiting for Sherri to get back but she was taking longer than usual and I was getting close to an orgasm. I didn’t want to cum before she got to see but to shoot a steaming hot load with her watching would have been a top excitement. So I just stood there, naked, masturbating, waiting not paying attention. when I looked up there she was staring at me watching my hand glide smoothly and steadily back and forth from the pulsating tip to the base of my rock hard red hot penis. This time was more amazement than shock like the first time. I kept going and pretending not to see her watching me. She sat and watched curiously without moving a muscle like she was enjoying it and didn’t really want me to stop. Like somehow if I knew she was watching I would stop or something. She watched for a good solid 5 minutes or more, I was to busy enjoying being seen or “caught” to concentrate on an orgasm at that moment. After what seemed like a very long time I tried to cum while she was there but I just felt naked and exposed with my penis being the focal point of attention, the building up to the orgasm had vanished and embarrassment set in. But I couldn’t stop and risk her finding out I was doing it on purpose. So, I settled back down and worked on the orgasm again. It didn’t take long to be back at a point that I could explode in a rain storm of warm white milk cloud of juicy sperm. I stroked harder and faster slipping off of the tip to let her see my stiff member flop around and see my head swollen and pulsating. I stated to think of her extremely sexy high arched feet and with her standing there watching I was reaching an intense climax and ready to shoot and enormous load of sperm lava, then she ducked back into the house. I let lose of my tense orgasm and let my sperm gush from the tip of my stiff penis onto the kitchen tile in a paper plate size puddle that grew larger with each spasm and continued to flow even between pulses of orgasmic pumping. As the cum waned and the orgasm wore off I was
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