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(Popularity Rate: 86 ) Is there any sex doll for a male cat?

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 100cm Sex Dollis; 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 5′5″ 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 5′6″ (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 easily… I’ve been thinking about getting some roller skates for her and carefully guiding her around. That’s 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 around… 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 virginity… 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 small glass dildo 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 the 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 you… 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 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 I’ve 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 I’m 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 won’t bring Jennifer out on any dates in public and I won’t be introducing her to my parents, but I shouldn’t be ashamed, especially since she’s 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: 57 ) Will the Consumer Electronics Show highlight sex toys at the 2021 show?

traditional tech co's are now doing their own events closer ti their own product cycle, some are going to SXSW & other places. I think it all starts with a mentality shift that mgt at CEA needs to make about the show. It's historically a "trade show" which mentally translates to "how do we get big $ to support the show & how do we take care of those big spending vendors" this is why u see car companies delivering keynote addresses, which is fine BUT then balance that out and bring in say a Jack Dorsey or a Marissa Meyer etc... And if I hear one more incremental TV advancement as the shows highlight I'm going to run around CES with a sledgehammer, nothing against tv tech advancements but there's no way that should be the most-highlighted theme. The innovative, more emerging tech in Eureka Park last year should be wayyy more highlighted & marketed to show that CES still has major relevance. It's ultimately about the experience NOT solely about "how do we help our member companies"! Real people attend and are looking to connect in Aibei Dolla variety of ways on much more substantive levels. Good news is they hired a firm who is collecting thoughts like th

(Popularity Rate: 71 ) Do women find it sexy when men use sex toys?

an event. I had no idea how old she was, but I could tell she was younger. I could also tell she was into me, so I got her number. We texted for a bit, and went out a few nights later.
I was still unsure, and taking it slow. Like I said, I find younger girls attractive, but I feel like I’m extra cautious with them, never wanting to rush or pressure them into having sex. So I’m mostly just getting to know her at this point.
We were in this building, walking around looking for something, and kind of lost. She’s standing in front of me and we have this really intense eye contact, and the spark between us is obvious. We start kissing, and it’s incredibly passionate.
We get back to my car and sit and talk for a while, and kiss a few more times. It’s getting intense. I’m kissing her neck, and we’re starting to touch each other and let our hands explore. I’m starting to get hard. Eventually her hand finds it. She reaches in my pants to hold it and stroke it while she’s kissing me.
She puts her face in my lap and starts unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and gets my dick out, and starts sucking it like my cum is going to be her last meal. It’s literally the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I normally struggle to cum from getting sucked, and she had me exploding in her mouth in like 20 seconds.
I’m in the driver seat, and she’s in the passenger seat, sort of laying across the car with her face in my lap. She’s wearing black leggings and has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, and it’s sticking up begging for my attention. She had just swallowed what had to have been a huge load of my cum.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes”
“You’re a very bad little girl.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I reached over and gave it a smack. She moaned and arched her back to stick it out even more. I gave it another dozen or so smacks, each harder than the next. I reach between her legs and she’s soaked.
“You seem to be enjoying this. Pull your pants down, young lady.” She obediently complies.
Her ass is already a nice shade of red with very distinct handprints on it. She’s wearing a thong. I slip a finger under it and inside her and she sounds like she’s about to cum.
“Hooking up with random strangers in parking lots could get you in a lot of trouble,” as I give her another smack on her bare bottom as hard as I can, followed by probably another 20 more.
I’m already getting hard again. I direct it into her mouth, and continue trying to see exactly how red I can make her ass. She’s sucking even more enthusiastically than the last time. Her ass is starting to turn a reddish purple. I grab her by the hair and make her take it all the way in. It makes her gag, but I hold it there. ”I’m going to spank your bare bottom until you take care of this,” and let her come up for air.
She hardly takes a breath and immediately gets to work. I still don’t know how old she is, but definitely too young to be this good at sucking dick. I’ve met 40 year olds that didn’t come close. I keep my promise, and get back to work on her now bruised ass. I want her to feel this tomorrow.
It maybe takes a minute this time before I’m once again feeding her. With the sounds coming out of her by now, I would swear she’s already cum about 6 times. She has to be ready to explode.
I slip my finger back into her panties. I can literally feel her dripping. She gasps for air and her body convulses as I run across her clit. I rub it across her pussy and let it slide in slightly, then back to her ass, applying the slightest pressure as she arches her back into it as if to say “yes, fuck my ass.”
I start massaging her clit and she’s cumming within seconds. I slide my thumb into her and fuck her with it as I increase the pressure on her clit. She sounds like she’s having a seizure. I end up with my thumb in her ass, a finger in her pussy, and another finger rubbing her clit, and I’m basically pounding her senseless with my hand. I reach over with my other hand to smack her bruised ass a few times. I don’t stop until she’s too exhausted to make another sound, and just laying there sort of silently spasming. I just play with her hair and let her rest. Eventually she regains consciousness, we say our goodbyes, and I take her home.
She comes over the next day. Same leggings, which I don’t waste any time pulling down as I get her over my knee. Her butt is very colorful and sore, but the first smack across it tells me she hasn’t learned her lesson. She’s getting the belt this time. I bend her over the edge of the bed and make sure she feels it. “You were a very bad girl last night.” The heavy leather landing across her already bruised bare bottom isn’t quite the same pleasurable experience. But she takes it like a good girl.
I still haven’t tasted this girl yet. As soon as my tongue is under her I realize she’s already dripping. She arches her back to give my tongue easier access from behind, starting with her clit. I already know she’s getting her ass fucked, so I give it plenty of attention.
Now I need to be inside her. She’s already bent over the bed, so I slide into her from behind. Her perfect ass feels incredible pressed up against me. I grab a handful of her hair and start pounding her. She’s already cumming.
i put her on her back and once again put my tongue to work on her clit as I work a finger into her ass. She’s cumming again. I hold her down and keep going harder and faster until she cums a few more times. I love how this girl’s body responds to me.
I lay down on my back, and her mouth doesn’t wait for an invitation to get back to work trying to drain me. But she doesn’t get to taste me this time. I want it in her perfect ass.
I have her come up and ride me. This feels indescribably good. She’s so wet, and her body is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I squeeze her bruised ass as I thrust every inch of me into her and she cums again. I start thrusting and make her bounce on it and hold her in basically a two minute long orgasm while I pound her with a thumb rubbing her clit.
She collapses onto me. I play with her hair and hold her. We kiss for a minute. But I’m not done with her just yet. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked baby? as I squeeze it.
“I’ve never done that”
”That’s ok princess. Just lay down.”
The sight of her perfect ass sticking up waiting for me is almost too much. I start with my tongue, thinking about how amazing this is going to feel while I’m licking it. I reach under her to rub her clit. She’s arching her back, almost begging for it. I start to gently work the tip in. I’m already struggling to hold back. I could explode. But not yet. I want to enjoy this for a while first.
After a few minutes she says it’s starting to hurt. I lay down and have her ride me in her ass so she can be in control, hoping it would feel better. She likes it rough, but I don’t want to hurt her. Not like this. Not yet, at least. She’s doing it perfectly. It’s amazing. After a few minutes she says it hurts and jumps off, but immediately goes down and takes me in her mouth to finish me. Wow. From anal virgin to ass-to-mouth in under five minutes.
She calls me the next day and asks me to pick her up from school. Apparently her car is being fixed or something. There are a lot of colleges in the area, so I ask her which school she goes to. This small glass dildo had already been some of the hottest sex of my life, but her answer takes it to an entirely new level when she give me the name of the local high school. She knows I’m pushing 40 and she’s been letting me fuck her brains out. And it’s not even the end of the school day — she’s calling me to cut class.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in? I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
The things we did were already beyond hot. But there aren’t even words to describe watching a high school girl pull down her panties and bend over your knee to get her bare bottom spanked. Especially when some part of you feel like she actually needs it. Though it doesn’t come close to watching her ride your dick.
We laid in bed and talked for a while. I liked her. And suddenly wanted to know everything about her. She told me about her life, her dreams, her goals. She was actually a pretty incredible girl, and I would be lying I said some part of me wasn’t falling for her. But I knew we couldn’t keep doing this.
We met up one other time. I picked her up somewhere that some of both of our friends happened to be. We sat in my car outside and talked for a bit. I wasn’t planning to do anything with her again, but before I know it she’s on top of me riding me. Shes as amazing as ever. I love the way her body responds to me. The slightest touch makes her sound like she’s going to cum, and it’s nearly effortless to actually get her there. She’s in the middle of her third orgasm as I’m starting to cum, and I look out my window — one of my friends (a girl that had been showing interest in dating me lately) tha

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(Popularity Rate: 80 ) 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 I’ve never heard anyone call me “babe,” not even a romantic partner (they’ve chosen other pet names…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, I’ve 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 kidding…men in different geographic regions behave differently based on what is culturally acceptable in that area).
Teen years in Dallas, Texas (car culture)—Rarely catcalled as we drove everywhere, making cat-calling difficult. I was stalked almost daily while living in my parent’s 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 “gifts” of sexy panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood (yes, and my best friend’s 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)—I 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 “rated” 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 don’t 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).
20’s in Manhattan/one year in NJ (walking culture)—Men catcalled me all the time from a distance, and mostly those were blue-collar workers who were from highly misogynistic cultures i.e. Latino’s (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 don’t cat-call you, they’re yelling body-shaming comments, so it’s 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 didn’t 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)—Very 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 “cat called”, 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 didn’t 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 “le sexbomb” when they’d 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 they’d 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 “a sexual explosion.” Great. That’s just what every female longs to hear “hi, you’re a walking orgasm.” 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 Future DollEnglish-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 don’t 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 “total milf.” 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 don’t usually cat-call females, but also because I didn’t understand what “MILF” 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 couldn’t say because he might get fired. He suggested I “Google it, but not at work”. When I got home, I did just that, and I was floored at what came up on my computer screen. I didn’t 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 they’d come over to play basketball at my house…grossed out.
After reliving all this stuff, I feel like I need to go take a shower to wash the “ick” 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 I’m still single after 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). It’s one thing to have someone compliment or acknowledge aesthetic beauty, it’s another thing altogether to leer, salivate, and eye-f*ck females openly. It’s sickening to experience that constantly, even when you know it’s a reflection on them and not you. It happens so regularly that it gives “males” a ba


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