The road to discovering the world of sex or love dolls and possibly entering the world myself has most certainly been an interesting one. There are many factors that have led me to this point, for better or worse. Before I delve into the backstory, I want to stress that I have no regrets about anything.
So, I have been single 2012 after being engaged to a lady for quite some time. It was a pretty destructive relationship in which I ended ended up putting up with a bit of abuse. She would do things like lie about being pregnant or having an STD. One of these “jokes” actually came to pass. She somehow developed a case of Chlamydia half a year into our relationship and almost gave it me. She had to have got it from somebody else because I was perfectly healthy before we met and I had not been with anything for a year beforehand.
As foolish as it may seem, I put up with this because of my desire to marry and settle down. Despite the STD scare, the sex I had with her was incredible and we would have sex at least once a day. Sexually speaking there was something great there, but dealing the bad was not worth that. She ended up leaving me, but not before cheating on me for the last two months of our relationship first. I was very depressed about it for a couple of years and I found it very difficult to move on.
I had a couple brief sexual relationships with a couple of women and hoped that I could forget about it. Both ladies, one being a writer and poet and the other being in the service industry, were fun to be around and we had a few great sexual experiences. However, they did not last long because I couldn’t completely move on. So, I decided to go it alone until I can bring myself to trust and share myself with another woman.
One of big areas of contention between my ex and myself had to do with my career paths along with my work ethic and dedication to my work. She would often complain about me never being home, which was simply untrue. At the same time, she was living with me and expect me to provide for the two of us while I was attending college and work two jobs at the same time. She obviously wanted to have hr cake and eat it too. My work addiction is a real thing nowadays with me being a blue collar fellow who writes freelance and works in the service industry. This has left me with little to no time to seek out and find a significant other.
After not being sexually active for a while, I found that stress and depression tended to get to me a much easier than in the past. I eventually discovered that some sort of release was necessary. That’s when I ended up finding a really useful sex toy for masterbating with that feels like actual sex. It’s called the Soloflesh and it is a male masterbator toy made entirely of silicone and you fill it with warm water and apply lubricant to the orifice before using. It is a nice little device that has help keep me up to scratch sexually.
I ended up purchasing the “ebony” variant because of my preference for dark-skinned women. It has served me very well for the last couple of years. However, it eventually dawned on me that what I longed for was a sense of female companionship. This all came to a head in mid 2015 when I stumbled on a YouTube video in late June that was a love doll documentary called “Love Me, Love My Doll – Real Stories.”
It was a shocking and eye-opening experience for me and I think I watched it once a day for an entire fortnight straight. Not to bother you with a lengthy review (I’ll save that for another time), but it focuses on a few men who have a love doll or multiple love dolls for their own reasons. One man has a doll as a romantic companion, another has a few for that reason and also uses them for photography, another is more interested in the more sexual aspects of it and the last has developed a hobby out of collecting them like one would collect stamps. The documentary also looks at the workshops that create these love dolls, but the men’s stories are far more interesting because they cover possibly all the reasons why a man could ever contemplate owning a doll of his own.
While it’s an interesting watch, it does sort of unjustly paints all the doll owners in a negative and pitiful light. It didn’t seem right because all but one of the owners seemed to be normal individuals aside from owning a love doll. Regardless, watching this documentary made me start entertaining the idea of buying a love doll of my own. I started doing some research on Google for online shops and also looked at some pictures on Google Images. It was unbelievable to see that this was, in fact, a fairly sizeable business if not its own full blown industry. It was also surprising to see just how detailed and beautiful all the various types of doll are. Some of the doll being listed were quite arousing. Something that I did expect was how pricey they could get depending on their size.
Because of the fact that I could possibly have a female companion, albeit an artificial one, without worrying about fake pregnancy scares and catching STDs was and still is an attractive notion. With me doing nothing but working and living well within my means, I knew that it would be theoretically possible to afford a love doll for myself. I had given this idea a great deal of thought and decided to bide my time and remain hard at work so I could someday have the extra funds to make the big step. My mind was and still is made up.
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