On Being a Sex Doll

   Many people believe that sexual intimacy is all about being completely engaged in the present. Synapses fire, nerve endings sparkle, lungs undulate, hearts hammer. You're awestruck by every sensation of each word. Your brain records memories in vivid color and real-time.

 

What about sex that makes you lose your focus, drift in your head and then drift off? It can be a wonderful experience also in its own way.

 

Let me make it clear This is not a discussion about dissociation, the kind that one could experience in the course of a trauma or mental health event. This is a major issue for many when they are having sex, due to a variety of reasons. It's often characterized as something unwelcome. What I'm talking about is a desired thing and a common thing to do sexual activity that is mindless and delicious.

 

This kind of sex is the most common thing I see whenever I see images of teen sex doll with sex. I do not have a penis and I'm generally not attracted by females (or their silicone based counterparts) So I don't consider the cheap sex dolls for being a part of. They're a toy designed to be enjoyed by someone else as a container for relaxation as well as a means to relieve the stress and tensions of everyday life.

 

Girl on the Internet who is a fellow lover of rough-sex and submissiveness said it this way: "Fuck me like you're wanking." I chuckled as I read her article, realizing the fantasy of her often-repeated desire to be utilized. This isn't the kind of sex that I would like every day and even not all the time. I prefer being admired, loved, adored, and admired Sometimes, I have to shut off my thoughts and my personal needs and desires and become someone else's fist toy.

 

It's great to have a peaceful and calm mind at times particularly for those who suffer from anxiety conditions that keep our minds running at an alarming pace toward something specific especially when it comes to sexual situations and relationships, where feelings of insecurity and inadequacy can quickly grow.

 

I can picture my partner putting me to a deep trance, and telling me, with his calm baritone voice, that I am beautiful. A sex doll that he can play with and enjoy. Perhaps he'd explain my traits to me, and paint an image that is clearer of me I'd like to be beautiful and full of bust as the mini sex  doll. He'd assist me in clearing my head and leave behind only the silicone skin, and an empty look. And I'd then be ready to let him fuck me, manipulate me to take his stress on me.

 

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