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technicians (minimum 12 yrs. Engineering experience) are standing by
to take your call! All of our dolls are clean, safe, silent
AND individually injected with pleasure.
In case you find yourself wondering
exactly what “pleasure” means, we’ve asked a professional research
scientist to explain the precise meaning of the term; this way, we hope
you’ll have a clearer understanding of all the hard work that goes
into making these incredible dolls – which
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“Example (1) Eating a tangerine. Slicing fragrance of the dimpled smooth skin with the corner of a sticky fingernail. The flesh is peeled away by your tiny child hands, white as muddy wet plaster on the underside of the surface of globular skin. The sections of fruit, offered up clean, in perfectly child sized wedges. The harmonious pulp of nature splits open upon the fungiform papillae. Example (2) Another memory from my childhood: between alphabetical songs about goodness, on the sticky blue toddler maps placed over the floor, we children of 2 and 3 and 4 would curl up in 2s and 3s and 4s and drift off into sleep. Sister Theresa would scratch the small of my back with the innocent deft of nunnerly fingers as I would wade happy into the liminal state of naptime. Example (3) We are all children. We are all children; the pull of the sun. The skinned knee of a bike after ice cream. We are all children. Sticky fingers. The warm gentle milk of a mothering fold. Smothering. The ghost of my favorite dog, Rusty. Children, O children: coming home.”
Real Love Dolls™ are the finest examples of pleasure that money can buy. They feature:
Please allow 10-12 weeks for
delivery. All Real Love Dolls™ are shipped via a fully insured
courier service. Each doll comes shipped in an unmarked padded
6'x2'x2' crate, hung safely by a neck bolt, complete with double-lock
restraints and removable mounting bracket for storage.
Y Y Y
I
can barley contain my excitement. My Real Love Doll™ arrived
today - Doll #53487-A (I call her “Esmerelda”). She is
better than I could have ever imagined. She is the perfect woman.
I’ve got to send a testimonial to the manufacturer.
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The neck bolts are uncomfortable.
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The first night I kept her
in storage, because the “Use and Care Guidelines” were pretty clear
about this. The mounting bracket was a little bit difficult to
install, but, you know, it’s worth it. The restraints seem to
leave a weird sort of indentation mark on the notochord which looks
exactly like the print of a Mottled Petrel’s claw, but this indentation
is really only noticeable if I want to do her embryo style, and the
indentation disappears after a few hours anyway, so I guess it’s no
big deal. Besides, we had such a wild time last night, I just
completely passed out next to her. Woke up with my fist in her
cranial fossa storage cavity; not really sure how that happened, but
it was nice. Waking up next to Esmerelda, like that.
Y Y Y
Then, quite suddenly, my
empty head filled up with flesh.
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My only real complaint so far
is that they sent the wrong flavor eyes. I specified on the order
form that I’d prefer Piña Colada flavor, but they definitely don’t
taste like Piña Colada. I think they sent Black Licorice instead,
which is simply disgusting and actually a huge turn off.
I haven’t let it get in the way of our lovemaking though; I’ll just stop licking her eyes until they send me Piña Colada replacements. They better not try to charge me for this, since they’re the ones who got the order wrong in the first place.
Y Y Y
He licked my eyes, just
a few times. I think he was trying to lubricate them, so I could
rotate them on my own. I can’t yet, but I’ll keep trying.
For him.
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Ezzie is such a dirty slut.
Last night, I dressed her up like meter maid.
“No parking in the red zone!”
I screamed.
“Your tailpipe is in violation!”
“Passenger side door must
remain unlocked at all designated intervals!”
It was hot. I guess I
got a little too excited, but maybe I can glue the hair back onto her
skull if I’m real careful about it. I managed to rotate her
left leg back, flush along her spine; I’m not sure if that’s standard,
but I ain’t complaining.
It was pretty cold last night,
so I ended up falling asleep with three fingers jammed into each one
of her ears. I don’t think the holes were that deep, initially,
but it wasn’t too hard to work them open, once I got started. The silicone was warm as a nest.
Y Y Y
He kept screaming.
I think he was trying to tell me something very important; he must have
been frustrated that I couldn’t hear him, so he opened up my ears
to make it easier for me.
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I think I may have busted up
the vacuum mechanism in her throat, accidentally. I can’t help
it; I just get so turned on.
Maybe I got a little carried
away last night ramming all those adjudications down her throat, but
the sound of the crumpled paper against the gummy interior of her mouth
and esophagus is something I’ll never forget.
When it was finished, though, she looked so stupid with her mouth all full of adjudications like that. I must have stuffed them too deep, because when I slid my fist down there to remove them all, there were complications.
Y Y Y
“Yeah, you like dressing
up as Cindy Crawford, don’t you baby?”
I love you.
“Fuck!”
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“I
don’t know what the fuck. I was just minding my own business and
then she started making these weird noises. It ruined the mood. I
didn’t order a voice box. And look; the eyes were the wrong
flavor. Are you sure you didn’t send me someone else’s
doll?”
“Our dolls don’t come with
voice boxes.”
“Well, this one won’t shut
the fuck up.”
“Have you been storing it
properly?”
“What the hell should that
have to do with it?”
“You’re gonna have to open
her up.”
“What?”
“One of our engineers may
have made an error.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ll have a more experienced
technician will call you right back.”
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“If you don’t have a jigsaw,
I guess a steak knife will probably work fine. I’ll stay on
the line and walk you through this.”
“It’s still talking.”
“Just ignore it.”
“Okay.”
“Begin at the sternum.”
“What?”
“Begin at the base of the
neck. Insert the blade in a swift, downward motion. The
cut should extend to the navel.”
“What am I looking for?”
“Once you’ve made the first
incision, create a few smaller perpendicular incisions at the top and
bottom. Basically, you’re drawing an uppercase I.”
“Are you going to replace
the whole doll, or just the torso?”
“When you’ve finished the
incision, simply peel the skin back and tell me what you see.”
“Jesus. Fucker.”
“Sir?”
“...”
“Sir, what do you see?”
“There’s so much blood-”
“Sounds like you weren’t
storing her properly.”
“There’s a heart.”
“We’ll send you a new torso
immediately.”
“It’s beating.”
“We apologize for the inconvenience.”
“I think I’m going to be
sick.”
“Tell you what: we'll include
three free sets of replacement eyes with the torso, as a gesture of
customer service. What flavor did you say you prefer?”
“Piña Colada.”
Y Y Y
I haven't even replaced the
receiver in the cradle yet when I notice that one of her eyeballs has
popped out of her skull. The squishy ball of licorice gleams against
the light that bleeds from the kitchen ceiling. Some lint from
the linoleum is sticking to the side.
What's more, the empty socket
is filling up with blood (which, quite accidentally, I have discovered
tastes just like marmalade).
I have to admit. It's kind of sexy.
