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13 Facts about Sex Dolls

Sex Dolls like Bella are a delight to behold and pleasurable, especially on a cold winter night. As fascinating, as these realistic dolls are, though, the wider world of sex dolls is rich with amazing history and interesting facts.

We spend a lot of time talking about the sexual pleasures that come with these beautiful synthetic women. Sometimes, though, it is nice just to have a little fun. So, kick back will Bella, or your dame of preference and enjoy these factoids. Some are interesting. Others are fun. A few, we’re not really sure what to make of them. 

  1. The first sex dolls were used by sailors on long sea voyages. Have you ever been on a long trip alone? In the 17th Century, ocean travel was dangerous and long, with men spending months isolated at sea. The dolls, usually made of cloth or leather, served as companionship for the men.
  2. The Japanese call sex dolls “Dutch Wives.” Along with the French and Spanish, the Dutch (avid seafarers that they were) also used the Dame de Voyage for long trips at sea. When they began trading with Japan, these dolls were among the items exchanged with Japanese traders. We don’t know if the term Dutch Wives had any humorous connotations to the Japanese but the name, and the love of sex dolls, stuck.
  3. Speaking of Japan, they have brothels where men pay to have – um – relations with sex dolls rather than women. When we say the Japanese really love their sex dolls, we mean that they really do love their sex dolls. We’re not sure if such brothels would be legal in the US, but they are an interesting concept.
  4. On the topic of wives, a man who goes by “Davecat” is married to his sex doll. They’re not legally married, of course, since she cannot exchange vows, but for him, that does not matter. He is also not alone in his intense affection. A growing number of men are coming to prefer sex dolls because they lack the sometimes-messy complications that come with relationships with organic women.
  5. Before you shake your head at Davecat and other iDollators, robotics companies are also recognizing the desire people (not just men) have to express emotions for machines. As robotics and AI improve, we may well see, within only a few decades, sex dolls that can carry on conversations and express emotions (and pleasure).
  6. You can find alien sex dolls. Nothing else really needs to be added to that.
  7. Actually, you can find a sex doll for almost any fetish or interest.
  8. You can purchase a sex doll made specifically for your dog, if he has a problem with an overactive humping instinct. Apparently, your dog wants steak and a pretty female dog doll.
  9. While we think of sex dolls as being a “man thing,” some of the first manufactured sex dolls were for use by women. These dolls date back to the beginning of the 20th Century (yes that puts them in the moral heavy Victorian Era) and were relatively lifelike, considering the crude materials used (by today’s standards). In fact, they were so realistic that they even included an artificial ejaculate.
  10. In Lithuania on “National Men’s Day” men use sex dolls as rafts in a swimming competition. So many sexy jokes – so little time.
  11. Australia had to make a statement that sex dolls are not “recognized flotation devices. Severe flooding left a couple with nothing to turn to except sex dolls, which provided enough flotation to keep them from drowning.
  12. A sex doll (of sorts) is said to be the inspiration for Barbie. Bild Lilli was a bawdy, sexy cartoon character that appealed to German men. She was so loved, in fact, that a doll (not life sized unfortunately) was created of her and became the inspiration for the famous toy.
  13. Inflatable sex dolls are recyclable. If you have one that no longer holds air and a little skill, you can turn her into rain-resistant clothing. Talk about a sexy slicker.

 

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Barbie

Some Barbies want to grow up to be doctors, veterinarians, astronauts, and even homemakers. I did not want any of that. I was bored in my box, pushed way back on the shelf and never purchased. Forgotten by customers and staff alike, I grew up listening to people talk. The adults had the most interesting conversations, especially when they talked about love and sex in hushed tones.

Sometimes I would hear men say how they wished a Barbie were real. She would be a woman who could do anything they wanted, any time they wanted. They did not have to worry about that time – whatever the particular hour was, it was apparently a bad one; it was probably closing time. They did not have to worry about moods or too much alcohol or anything else.

A few men sounded bitter and dark when they spoke this way, but only a few. Most of the men spoke with a kind of reverence in their voice. They were looking back to a never-before time of sexual relations, when it was all about them and nothing else. It was about their wants and their desires; it was all for their pleasure. This was not something they could ask of their wives or girlfriends.

It was something only a real Barbie doll could give them.

I longed to be that sex doll. I would sneak out of my package at night after the store closed down and explore the other toys, looking for something that could help me. I found the Ouija board, and it pointed me to a new line of toys, consisting of all sorts of monsters. Among them, was a witch doll based on a character of immense power. If anyone had the chance of changing me, she did.

Finding an awakened doll among these was simple. Almost all of them were active in their packaging. When I found the witch and told her my dream, she was happy to oblige. She knew just the spell, having cast it on dolls like myself in the Finest Sex Dolls factory. I was elated and followed her instructions precisely as she cast the spell.

Soon, I was growing from the small, handheld doll into something larger. I made my way quickly to the back room, where I would be unseen by security cameras transforming. One of the stockroom workers would find me and assume I shipped to the store by mistake.

The overnight crew entered on schedule and I waited. One found me, a cute young man with a boyish grin under a goatee and shaggy brown hair. I could feel his desire and embarrassment at stumbling upon me in the storeroom. I did my best to project warmth and welcoming, as well as my own desire. I had no other way to communicate. It seemed to work. He hid me away and when it was time for him to leave, I watched him slip green paper to another worker, who helped him carry me, concealed in bubble wrap, to his car.

I was nervous as I waited to find out what would happen next. I realized that while I had heard a lot of talk about sex, I had no idea what it actually entailed. Until the spell was cast on me, I never had openings in my body. Now I had three that felt soft and tight when I concentrated on them. I watched my new man undress. He talked to me about his night at work, how aggravating it was when the shift manager came down on them, and how nice it was going to be to have me to relax with.

His words comforted me. He undressed and if my eyes could move, they would have widened. His cock was long and thick. He laid me back and moved up my body, taking hold of my head and my soft blonde hair. As his fingers threaded through my hair, his cock slipped into my mouth, wet with something. Feeling him move there was a strange sensation, but my nervousness quickly faded, as I understood what he was doing now. I welcomed him, letting him enjoy the textures in my mouth and feeling his cum shoot from his cock into me.

“You’ll really love this next part,” he said, moving down my body as his hand stroked his cock to make it hard. He kissed my forehead and slipped his cock into my pussy. It was tight and soft, pulling at him as he thrust. “I can’t do this to a real woman, so this should really be something.”

He slipped out of my pussy and into my ass. I wanted to cry out in surprise, and then in pleasure. I was much tighter in my ass and as I warmed to the sensation of him thrusting there, I relaxed. He slipped between my pussy and ass and I could feel him savoring the different textures and sensations of each one. He thrust hard until he pulsed inside me, filling me with more of his cum.

When he was through, he lay on the bed beside me stroking my soft hair and skin-like body. I stared up at his ceiling as he talked about the poses he would try tomorrow and the next day. He would clean me up first, of course. I was in no hurry for that. I enjoyed the feel of his cum in my body and savored it while I could, listening to his words and reveling in my new life.

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Cos-Playing Cassie

Mike watched the two young women walk past, turning his head so that he could see all of the costumes they were. They were dressed as a pair of anime characters, though he did not know which show or characters. Anime was not truly his thing. He was a DC man. His eyes trailed up the swell of one woman’s thigh to her short skirt and he quickly turned his head.

I will not ogle the cos-players. They are real women. He repeated the mantra to himself. Girls who dressed up for conventions wanted to be admired, yes. They did not want to be harassed or disrespected. He was not going to be one of “those guys” who treated them like anything except fellow fans of varied geek-dom.

Besides, Mike had his own cos-player waiting for him. She did not mind being ogled or handled any way he wanted. She rather lived for it, actually. She was Cassie, a realistic sex doll that he had purchased from esexdolls.com. He had saved up a lot of money, which meant foregoing some of the details he wanted for his own costume for the con show on Sunday. She was worth it, though, every penny.

She was beautiful, with long red hair and blue eyes. It was easy when he was with her to forget she was a sex doll. He liked to think of her as his sex slave, there for his pleasure. He would get into those thoughts and suddenly feel a need to say something sweet to her. She looked so sweet that it was easy to forget that was exactly what she was made for, pleasing him and letting him express himself.

Mike waved to a trio of girls as he passed them. They were dressed as DC villainesses and heroines. He had the opportunity to speak to them earlier in the day when he diffused a situation between them and a less than respectful fellow con-goer. The young man never understood why it was not cool to just go up and touch them. He thought about introducing him to the idea of a realistic sex doll and thought better of it.

To appreciate the sex dolls, you had to know how to treat and respect the real thing first.

The intervention had won him the respect of the female cos-players. It had also gotten him the phone number of the pretty blonde dressed as Harley Quinn. He had warned her, though, that he would not call until after the con, though if she wanted to hang out on Sunday after the costume contest that was cool. He did not want to set the expectation that he was just a con hookup. She seemed like a nice girl and she was a DC fan to boot.

That made for a good basis, he thought.

The day’s festivities were wrapping up. He had a concert he wanted to see tonight. In the meantime, Mike thought that he left Cassie waiting long enough. He made his way through the throng of bodies to the elevator and up to his room.

When he closed his door and turned on the light, Mike found Cassie waiting for him. She lay on the bed, her red hair spread out to one side, her blue eyes focused on him as her head was posed to watch him come in the door. Mike crossed the room and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down and pulling out his cock. He was hard just looking at her in her warrior princess cos-play costume. Finding the right size for her had been easy. She had such a lovely, petite body.

Mike pushed up the skirt of the costume without fanfare. Looking at the swell of her breasts under the chest piece, and how she looked both powerful and fragile at the same time, only made his lust grow. He thrust his cock into her, pushing hard until he was deep inside her. He turned her head, feeling the soft, flesh-like supple skin under his fingers.

Cassie was so tight tonight and very hot. Mike grunted as he continued to thrust in her, thinking of all the lovely women in their costumes, and one special blonde he would be dating soon. Mike snapped open the chest piece and gripped the firm breasts, squeezing them as he pushed harder, back and in, deeper and faster.

His orgasm pushed through his cock, spilling into Cassie’s body. He let out a deep grunt as he held himself firm against her soft body. When the last of his cum pulsed into her, he pulled out of her and lay on the bed. Her body felt nice. There was something about the total submission of a sex doll that was beyond arousing.

It left him feeling sated and relaxed. A small nap, Mike thought, and he would be ready for the concert tonight.

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