(Popularity Rate: 56 ) Why would anyone want to have sex with a blow-up 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. Future DollWOW!
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 takes 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: 20 ) Has any Quora user ever visited the real Annabelle doll and if so, did you experience anything paranormal?
rum because so many pooh-pooh it. Iâm not looking for dismissal, you asked me a question; I have an answer it. Itâs just like that and nothing else.
I should also mention that Iâm not a superstitious person myself; itâs not that I donât believe, but more like itâs a last resort kind of explanation, when all else fails. Immediately jumping to the âomg itâs a ghostâ?explanation is kind of lazy to me.
So I guess this is where I tell my story. Iâve already told this story before but itâs buried under my other answers so Iâll just tell it again. I was 17 at the time and staying over at my grandmotherâs house because she was sick and she explicitly asked me to stay over. I didnât mind since it was 20mins away from my house. I did mind, however, the fact that this had to happen during the biggest exams of my life. Itâs like Malaysian IGCSEs, to give better context. Iâm not sure on the American equivalent; SATs?
One night I had dinner at my house and then went back to my grandmotherâs place, where I noticed the lights were all already off, not surprising since my grandmotherâs an early sleeper. I let myself in, locked the doors again and went to the guest room where Iâd been staying so I can shower before continuing my revision.
I explicitly remember coming out of the shower while drying my hair when I heard my grandmother call my name. I stood there for several seconds as I glanced at the clock, very sure I misheard because she definitely is asleep at this time of night. Then I heard her voice call my name again, this time very clearly. The doors are thin at that house so Realistic Sex Dollit wasnât alarming to hear her voice so clearly. I called out to her and then, silence. I called out again, afraid she also misheard me. More silence. I decided to go to her instead so as I entered her room I saw she was already asleep in bed in front of the TV. When I switched off the TV she woke up and spoke to me. I asked her, âDid you need me for anything?â?She said no and asked why did I ask. I replied, âI heard you calling my name so I thought you needed me to switch off the TV.â?She just shook her head and said she could just use the remote for that. She was heavily medicated so her words were very garbled so I naturally assumed she called me but forgot about it.
I shrugged it off then and got into bed to study when I heard a knock on the door. My grandmotherâs frail and has difficulties getting off the bed alone so she has a bell she used to call the maid over to help her and I assumed she forgot to tell me something and called the maid to call me. I got up, opened the door and found nothing. Then, I assumed I took too long to open the door so the maid mustâve decided I was asleep. I closed the door, climbed back on the bed and started to study again. Not long after that, I heard knocking on my door again. I opened the door again, thinking it was the maid again, only to find no one there. Again.
By this time I was annoyed because I definitely opened the door as soon as I could after the knocking. I closed the door again, frowning. As soon as I did, it knocked again, sounding close to my chest, which was how tall the maid was. I frowned in annoyance and refused to open the door, even though I was right in front of it.
That was when it was like all hell broke loose. The knocking became banging with open palms and it multiplied to sound like at least three pairs of hands. Either it multiplied or someone was knocking really fast on different locations on the door, you pick. Some of the banging sounded at chest height and some high above me and since I was the tallest person in the house, made me doubt it actually was the maid this time. I was so shocked I jumped away from the door, staring at it, mouth agape. The banging on the door was so hard it made the door shake and I sprinted to the bed and right underneath the bed I saw a woman, whose face was grizzled beyond recognition. She held her hand out to catch me but I leapt over her grasp and into the bed, scrambling into the covers. Outside my fabric cocoon, the banging went on and on. I screamed, âLeave me alone!â?as toms inflatable silicone dildo I cried myself to sleep.
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