Sex Addiction and Real Dolls
July 15, 2011 80 Comments
Do you remember Barbie? Do you remember dressing her up and having her play house with Ken? If you think this endeavor is strictly for kids think again. Confused? Keep reading.
I have a friend who claims to be a sex addict. I can’t stay away from sex; I can’t function without it; I need it and I can’t seem to stop wanting it he said. I like slutty women, who’ll do what I want when I want it, but women are complicated he said. So I asked him a few questions paraphrased from the Mayo Clinic’s list of sex addiction symptoms:
Do you have sexual impulses beyond your control?
Do you get satisfaction from having sex?
No. I can go all night. They can’t keep up.
Do you use sex as a form of escape?
Do you engage in risky sexual behavior such as unprotected sex?
Yes I did, but not recently.
Do you engage in sex that threatens to destroy your relationship with others?
Yes. I’ve been caught cheating and once some chick’s husband threatened my life if I didn’t stop banging his sister.
Do you engage in illegal sexual behavior?
Yes, some of the things I’ve done would be considered illegal in some states.
Do you have problems establishing emotional closeness?
Yes. I haven’t had a real girlfriend in years, but I’m okay with that. I tend to treat women as objects. I don’t even want to hear them talk sometimes.
He certainly seemed to have the symptom of a sex addict. What’s worse is that his affliction causes him to desire a fantasy woman. I need a body to “f%ck.” Ideally I don’t want a woman I’m having sex with to think, or want or say anything; I just wanna “f&ck” em he said.
I knew he was conflicted and short of medication, castration or maybe a lobotomy there wasn’t a cure for his affliction. But I don’t want him and others like him to suffer or inflict pain and heartache on women who deserve to be treated with respect.
So I’ve come up with a solution.
The one pictured above is from Realdoll.com, a premium manufacturer of realistic looking sex dolls. The “products” are made of silicone just like “some real life women.”
They don’t eat.
They don’t speak.
They can’t nag or disagree with you.
They don’t get tired.
They always look like they’re horny.
They don’t get jealous.
They don’t get PMS.
They won’t scoff to a threesome or orgy.
They don’t care about spooning or cuddling.
They can’t walk so they’ll never follow or stalk you.
They don’t need foreplay.
They don’t know the difference between kinky sex and vanilla sex.
You can lie to them and they’ll never get mad.
They’ll never have sex with your best friend unless you want them to.
They’re anatomically correct with three orifices for your dispensing pleasure.
Their jaws can’t move on their own so they’ll never bite.
You can dress them up anyway you want.
You can stash them away when you’re done.
They can’t give you love or understanding.
You’ll have to clean up after them (especially their three orifices).
They don’t pay rent.
They don’t give advice.
They need plenty of lube.
It’s obvious that there are more pros than cons. These dolls don’t need to climax so they’re perfect for premature ejaculators and selfish lovers. Men don’t have to worry about their penis size. Whether you’re a mini or hung like Holmes these lovelies will alway have that “duh” look on their face as is if they’ve just been hit with a battering ram.
(gasp) “You’re so huge.”
Unlike “real women” who come as is, even post cosmetic surgery, buyers can design their fantasy woman by mixing and matching face and body types. You can buy two and have yourself a grand old ménage de trois and enjoy some girl on girl
action poses. Plus, you can put them in your car and voilà you’ve got passengers for the carpool lane.
Gentlemen … next time you’ve got the itchin’ for some no strings nookie and a real woman is too much for you to handle, think about shelling out a few thousand dollars for a Real Doll.
You can’t buy love, but you can certainly buy the “object” of your desire.
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