I spend a significant amount of my time masturbating to pictures and videos of sex dolls online. It's become a specific and intense fetish for me. I find myself scrolling through countless galleries, manufacturer websites, and forums, completely absorbed by the hyper-realistic details and the sheer variety of the dolls.
There's something about the perfect, unattainable stillness of them that drives me wild. The way they're posed, the texture of the silicone or TPE, the glassy eyes staring into nothing—it all combines to create a fantasy that is more potent to me than actual pornography. I'm aroused by the objectification, the idea of a body that exists solely for pleasure, without any will or response of its own. I imagine the weight of them, the coldness of the skin, and the complete control one could have. The fantasy is total and absolute, and it's this complete submission of the object to my desire that I find so incredibly arousing. It's my secret, and it's what gets me off.
There's something about the perfect, unattainable stillness of them that drives me wild. The way they're posed, the texture of the silicone or TPE, the glassy eyes staring into nothing—it all combines to create a fantasy that is more potent to me than actual pornography. I'm aroused by the objectification, the idea of a body that exists solely for pleasure, without any will or response of its own. I imagine the weight of them, the coldness of the skin, and the complete control one could have. The fantasy is total and absolute, and it's this complete submission of the object to my desire that I find so incredibly arousing. It's my secret, and it's what gets me off.
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