Real Dolls(tm), Real Women and Men

Real Dolls are another set of things I find fascinating. Silicone molded dolls with fully articulated skeletons, three orifices lined with a softer grade of silicon around them. Custom made, the dolls offer a variety of body types, a choice of faces, hair, eye and skin tint. Even green, blue and purple for those who prefer an alien toy. Theyhave lovely eyes and even the pubic hair, or lack of it, can be styled to choice. Isn’t that amazing? I mean these  things, on first glance, look REAL! They mass about what a human woman of their body type masses, so the weight is similar. Some men are devoted to their dolls, giving up human relationships to be with “her”. Some are owned by artists, some by fucking scary people. And if you have around seven thousand dollars, you can have one too.

This makes me think, of course, because everything does. What if we all had this kind of sex companion? Would we become a society of doll lovers? What if they improved the tech, to where the doll responded and could even move as programmed? Could sex androids, the perfect and always pleasing sex slave, end real violence, rape and sexually motivated crimes? A man into humiliation could have his full time domme doll, mocking his tiny cock and fucking a big black stud Master doll while the “cuckold” moans in fulfillment. Sissies would have an always ready shopping companion, a life sized Barbie to share their wardrobe and validate their panty loving lifestyles. Imagine begging and pleading for release with a domme doll programmed to not allow it until a certain threshold or date had passed… a mistress who could not be moved or swayed by tears or tribute. Wouldn’t the strokers be in heaven? These women would tell them just how to touch for as long as they wanted to be guided, and these chicks would have all the computing power in the world to come up with new techniques.

So, are we in danger of becoming Asimov’s Solarians? A race of humans who come together only to procreate and live their lives surrounded by sterile robots. I don’t think so. I think sex and fantasy needs the human element, on both sides. Men and women need each other for more than procreation, we need each other for laughter and bitching and the exchange of ideas and soft whispers in the dark. You can program a doll to watch you, but how can that compete with the idea that a real woman finds you interesting enough, funny enough, even pathetic enough to spend time with you? And if you happen to be paying her…well, that just makes you even more interesting, doesn’t it? And maybe her too!! Besides, there are some men I won’t pay attention to no matter HOW much money they offer, and I know my fellow ladies feel the same way. If we share our time and our creativity with you, when we make that human connection, it’s because we want to make that connection with you. I assure you, I would never order the one male Real Doll. A seven fucking thousand dollar dildo? I think not. I like Real Men. Fuck, I’d rather have a tiny little dicked whiny bitch who is human ( and would really whine when I gave him something to whine about!!).I’m not putting down dildos, or my beloved Hitachi Magic wand, but they’ll never replace the smell and taste and FEEL of a man. And neither will those fascinating, I’d love to get my hands on one of those silicone bitches not to fuck her but to PLAY for an hour or so, Real Dolls.

Hugs,

Miss Tara