(20 People Likes) What is A Sex Doll?
way down to t horny hillary inflatable love doll eir toes, female and male sex dolls are crafted exp Cheap Sex Dolls rtly to look and feel like the real thing.
The great thing about a sex doll is that you can customize the doll to fit your preferences. Whether you prefer smaller partners or would like a full-figured bed partner, you can find what youâre looking for in sex dolls.
Most sex dolls consist of the entire body, from the face and head to the pelvis and legs. However, if you prefer you get a partial sex doll to fit your needs. All sex dolls will come with the anatomical body parts like the vagina, anus, penis, and mouth as well. After all, they are sex dolls. In some cases, their body parts are removable/exchangeable or vibrate.
An important distinction is that sex dolls are not sex robots. Sex robots have animatronic features and are equipped with m
(53 People Likes) Using Oil Based Lubricants or Creams
cone and TPE react very poorly with oils. They stain, damage the dolls âskinâ? and can cause rancid odors. Use water based lubricants with your dolls when you have sex with them. If you use makeup, avoid oi Real Doll based products. When in doubt, test any products on a small patch of the dolls skin in a hidd
(96 People Likes) Are SexAVDoll love dolls safe?
types of sex dolls on the âsex doll scene,â?so letâs take a look at the plastic composition and manufacturing techniques of them, and also explore the kind of things that may render your sex doll âoh not quite the woman she used to be.â?ð¨ð¦ (queefing emoji)
Like women, sex dolls have ELASTICITY, a property that allows a material such as my vagina or ass to expand to accomodate a dick or a toy then retract back to itâs normal size. The plastic has a limited number of times that it can be âreamed out,â?if you would by your gargantuan rhino cock. This can limit the functionality of âsally,â?your go-to sexaholic cock craving sex doll. (she gobbles the cock) The exact ELASTICITY is dependent upon the plastic copolymer.
âWhat the fuck is a fucking copolymer?â?Is what you are indeed asking yourself at this very minute, and what does that have to do with the re-sale value of Sally my Sex Puppet?? Industrial Plastics! That is where the money is at.
âA copolymer is a polymer derived from more than one species of monomer. The polymerization of monomers into copolymers is called copolymerization. Copolymers obtained by copolymerization of two monomer species are sometimes called bipolymers.â?This means that a sexdoll is polymorphic bisexual transexual multidimensional cock storage device. ð¨ð¦(again queefing aloud) So, how long does this SHIT LAST??
Sex dolls are made of a variety of materials such as plastic, latex, silicone, TPE, etc. The most popular materials used for making almost real lifelike sex doll’s skin are TPE (Thermoplastic Elastomer) and silicone. Each one of these plastics have a different longevity depending on the degree of exposure to reactants or reagents including sunlight and UV radiation, cosmic rays, gamma ray bursts ect. Regardless, you should still be able to pummel that plastic pussy to perfection for quite some time. All of these materials will outlive your cock by millions of years!! Even Methuselah himself could not wear out old sallyâs indomitable cunt.
How long could you spunk that silicone siren before she degraded? Letâs take a look:
TPE- Thermoplastic elastomer (TPE) foam is the sponge with closed-cell structure. 1. Acid and alkali resistant.2. Oil resistant.3. Anti-aging properties.
4. Good weather resistance.5. Cold heat resistant. (The range: -60 ° C ~ 135 ° C)6. Excellent tensile strength and resilience. This shit will be around for hundreds to thousands of years. Looks like Sally will be with us for some tiem.
Latex- About 4 to 10 years in nature! Not Bad! So the âsoft n squishyâ?bits of sally will be gone waaaayyyyy after you lose your boner!
Silicone- Silicone is an inert material *just like my ex-boyfriend, Steve* In nature, man made silicone rubber will biodegrade anywhere between 50 and 500 years depending on the conditions it is in. So â?. waaaaayyyyyyy longer than you can fuck.
In summation, a sex doll will last on earth in some way shape or form for potentially hundreds to thousands of years in some form.
So, answer me this?? Does the Earth Really Need Your Cock Muppet?
(that ME in the picture btw)
Wellâ? the LIBERALS Say No! Environ
(53 People Likes) Should I leave my wife if I feel that she is not pretty anymore? My wife loves me and I love her, but whenever I see her, I feel that I can do better and whenever I see a prettier woman I feel that life is still long for me to find another girl!
l car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy.
But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girlsâ?eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldnât help doing so. I moved Dewâs hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? Iâve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dewâs body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldnât imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tr horny hillary inflatable love doll ed to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Iâve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didnât know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didnât seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? Iâm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didnât talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didnât want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the monthâs time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didnât want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me; do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadnât had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, donât tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadnât looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didnât tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, itâs time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didnât notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I wonât divorce. Iâm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I wonât divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didnât value the details of life, not because we didnât love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, âIâll carry you out every morning until we are oldâ? That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in bed â?DEAD. She had been fighting Cancer for months and I was so busy with Dew to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our sonâ?Iâm a loving husbandâ?âThe small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.
(71 People Likes) Would a woman be offended if her husband bought a sex doll? Would she consider that âcheatingâ?on her?
tively normal that people can buy and use sex toys even if they are in a relationship. But a doll is sort of like in an entirely different category if you ask me, and I think if anyone in a relationship would like one of those, the couple ought to talk it through and agr
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