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(36 People Likes) What are your thoughts on sex dolls that look like young girls?

br> Make them move and scream and struggle too. Seriously why not?
Can you imagine how awful that must be? To not gain any sexual pleasure ever?
God I feel bad when my dog doesn't get any. Imagine being a human and stuffing that shot down.
Fuck man….
I think i would have killed myself long

(93 People Likes) Is it against the law to rent a sex doll in the United States?

magine why someone would want to rent a sex doll.
I’m sure there are places that would be, there are places that outlaw other sex toys… Georgia, Mississippi, Alabama, Texas, Arizona, and… Nevada?!?!? the state which has legalised prostitution?
Then there are states which allow sex with animals.
I would say, if you are into that, just buy one. I doubt anyone is coming to arrest you for having

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I’ll use some simple analogies, but here’s a disclaimer for the shallow: this is meant to be lighthearted and not to be taken anally seriously.
A real woman is like wine. The sex is often a work out. It takes quite a bit of energy whenever we engage in love making. There are interactions. There is communication. There is giving and receiving. If you cum, when you cum, the orgasms can be delicious and shared. As I do my wife doggy, she sucks and licks on a dildo. It’s quite a show. ^_^
Masturbation is like beer or cider. It’s easy, it can be quick, depending how you want to work it. You have total control over how it ‘hits you up’. You also learn techniques over time that really give you that extra flavour of pleasure. If you do it right, it can truly give you an orgasm that will make your eyes roll back into its sockets.
A sex doll is like a cocktail. You know those real dolls they sell from Japan? Those ultra realistic, ultra silky lifeless, yet lifelike dolls are made exclusively to entice your fantasies. They are a cross between having a real woman and masturbation. You can do a Best Sex Dolls l sorts of things with them and you get to choose this beautiful figment of what is available out there, all within the cash boundaries of your income.
Alas, here’s the thing…
As much as I love Pinot Noir, I don’t want to drink wine every single day. My liver isn’t how it used to be. Perhaps, I can drink a glass or lori dolls loft to love dollhouse two once a day, two or three times a week, though I’m sure Amber would prefer I drink a bottle or two a day, five times a week. o_o
Beer is great! It’s refreshing when ultra cold and that slight buzz it gives me after two cans on an empty stomach really hits the spot. However, after three cans, the after taste of beer isn’t quite something to write home about. It’s actually a bit raunchy and the burping…
While cocktails are nice to sip at once in awhile, it takes too much work to make a good one. Also, if you want the yummiest of ones, you’ll need a mix of some of the best liquors out there, with the right amount of fruit juices and ice to balance it all out. Plu

(46 People Likes) Are there any books or stories that are similar to Love of Seven Dolls by Paul Gallico?

e after the other. I didn’t want to try out white but nothing seemed to match with the blue denims. Thankfully there was no confusion there with everything else in the laundry.
Shirt tucked in, I turned right and left. OK but perhaps the day demanded more.
Shaking my head, I rejected the green and forced myself to try out white.
A blue and a white is an evergreen male combination. Females please don’t be offended. If you won’t look too smart in it, you won’t look too dumb either. Eventually I ended up with the same combination on every occasion and the routine being the reason I didn’t want to repeat it today.
As I buttoned the white shirt, my eyes perceived the nervousness which my face reflected in the mirror. Had it been only nervousness my mind could have somehow dealt with it but the excitement that flushed my cheeks was just too much. Anyway the brain approved the much familiar combination instantly. I ran my palms all over my hair to make my hair style presentable, hardly anything changed.
While a certain population of city dozed off till late on a Sunday morning, I struggled to start my senior Activa(scooter), somehow it did start. Twenty minutes on road, another ten in the parking lot and I reached my second home, Phoenix Market city. I knew the latitudes and longitudes of every store, even stores like Forever 21 that were of my least interest or necessities to be honest.
I ensured that my shirt was tucked in and my appearance wasn’t clumsy at every opportunity I got. I managed to get two PVR tickets of a noon show and all I had to do now was to wait, for her. First time ever out with a girl and no matter how many times I checked my wrist watch, she still made me wait.
Sensible and sensitive, she really had helped me in school on numerous occasions. I simply adored her nature. So what if she never had guys lined up for her, she was still a beauty, actually every girl is, in one way or the other. It’s just our inefficient eyes that fail to recognize it. We parted ways after class tenth and after gap of long four years when I finally created my fb profile, we reunited.
From weeks to days, from fb to whatsapp gradually she became more than a friend. Kind of addicted to her, I didn’t know how she felt and for sure I couldn’t ask either. Anyway last week I had asked her if she would like to meet me in person, she had agreed.
With footsteps wandering in random directions, I rehearsed a few times, how I would greet her but it only helped to multiply my anxiousness. Online chatting was easier than chatting in person, I realized. Although books never pleased me I entered the cross word store opposite to the PVR entrance to while away my time, something I am really good at. Fiction, nonfiction, best sellers, self-improvement, business management and what not, the place was stuffed with words inked on pages wrapped under attractive covers. I was more interested in what happened outside.
The wait was finally over. It didn’t take me too long to recognize her. The hours spent in viewing her profile pictures had paid off. In black top and knee torn blue jeans she stood at the PVR entrance. Her eyes searched for someone, you can guess whom.
Seeing her in person, after such a long time, was a delight. I last remember her in sky blue shirt, navy blue skirt, in our school uniform. I enjoyed observing her from within the book store as I doubted to do the same from outside. Next her name flashed on my mobile screen, I ignored it. She did that three more times, I somehow contained myself. My ears envied my eyes, we had never talked. Texting was the trend.
Back then in school, she even had two ponies and now her hair, left loose playfully bounced as she walked. Seconds later I realized, she walked towards the book store. Not sure whether she had seen me or not, I panicked and pulled out any random book, split its pages into almost equal halves, my eyes though stole glances at her. The door opened, I tried to read, she entered and I forced myself to read. She spotted me and came close, READ, READ, READ at least a word.
“So here you are” she said.
“Hi Avni” I said as I turned a page.
“U seem busy, BYE then” she said.
“No, no, Avni wait” this time I made an eye contact.
“I didn’t wait for so long only to be ignored” she complained.
“Sorry, I just got lost in the book” I said. Lost in the book, really?
“And your phone must be silent” she said.
“Let me check, yup. Clever girl” I said.
“Very funny, by the way which book is it?” she asked and I simply showed her the book cover, I was shy to read it out myself.
“P.S. …..I…..Love……You….. Romantic novel, nice” she smiled.
“So how much time for the movie?” she asked.
“Five minutes, I mean we’re five minutes late” I said and we hurried to the PVR.
. . .
We settled in our seats, actually only she did, I kept on changing my posture, simply not comfortable sitting centimeters apart a girl, in dark. But to avoid her attention I soon affixed myself to one of the postures. Meanwhile she got completely lost in the movie.
The A rated movie had several intimate scenes. Unlike majority of the people in the audience who enjoyed these scenes to the fullest, I ignored them out of embarrassment. Even Avni didn’t move her eyes, wonder what was there for her. The torture came to a halt.
“Wrong movie I suppose” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“You’re having a real hard time” she had observed me but little did she know that in private, my eyes to some extent could even bear the biological movies. However with a girl, viewing the bare geography of the actress was difficult.
“Yeah, not much” I said.
Soon the lights faded, the torture restarted. Thankfully the second half had no bold scenes; the show came to an end. Unlike me, she was fascinated by the movie. For the next fifteen minutes or so, she continued to talk about it and I simply nodded in agreement, waiting for the post torture to end.
“I would love to watch it again” she said and became quiet. A strange silence had intruded as we roamed around the mall. With every step the silence became uncomfortable. I even played with my Activa keys for a while to escape the situation but nothing helped.
“Hungry?” she finally broke the ice.
“Starving” I said.
And words came back to life as we sat to have our chunks of junk. Time flies with Avni, be it online or in person. She is one of those girls, you may have overlooked initially but sooner or later you want her, badly in your life.
Around seven in the evening, it was the artificial light, not the natural one that guided the human vision. It was time to say good bye. Did I want to? No, wished my heart and no, planned my mind.
“It was nice to see you Saket after so long and I wish to see you more often now. Hey we should plan a reunion of our class tenth, what say?” she said.
“That’s a good idea” I said.
“Bye then, take care” she was about to leave.
“How will you go?” I stopped her.
“I’ll walk up to Konark Campus, just a kilometer from here” she said.
“And you?” she asked.
“I will take an auto rickshaw from Konark campus then” and she gave me a strange look, it was unusual.
“Fine then” she smiled, I didn’t know why.
A Sunday night is perfect to get a glimpse of the never decreasing Indian population. I had to walk behind Avni instead of walking besides her for few meters, the road simply shrank. But we continued to exchange smiles and thoughts, nervousness disappeared and a comfort level was established.
“You are a good girl Avni” I said.
“Thanks” she smiled.
“You have a girlfriend?” she asked. It was an unexpected arrival of a long awaited question. With this she gave me the license to rebound the same question.
“Not really?” I said.
“Not really means yes” she said instantly.
“No I don’t” I smiled. “Then why are you blushing?” she asked.
“Say fast” she said and it was almost impossible to deny her.
“Hmm…Actually there was one” I said. “In school or college?” she interrupted.
“I can’t tell you that” I said.
“OK, OK, I won’t force you”, she continued “Then?”
“Nothing, I never told she never understood and a love story died” I chuckled.
“Oh…OK, that was quite a line by the way” she said.
“Thanks, and what about you?” I finally asked.
“Look we reached Konark Campus, you want to come in?” she asked.
“It’s late Avni, I better leave or mom won’t allow me inside” I said.
“Perhaps then you can come” she laughed. “OK then bye, take care” she said and we parted ways.
And barely after walking four steps, I turned and shouted “Hey, my question?”
“Some other day, bye” she said. Exhausted and disappointed I walked back to the mall, the traffic irritated me. All of a sudden my phone vibrated. A whatsapp message from Avni read:
Good girl, do you say that to a girl? Indeed you’re a boy, a silly one. I like that though. I don’t have a bf. Smiling? Drive safely, idiot.
The message widened my sealed lips, the exhaustion vanished. Confused ov

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