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Posted over 2 years ago
Best sex I ever had! I swear to God! This RealDoll feels better than a real woman! She's fantastic! I love her! This RealDoll is for real, I swear! Better than a woman! My wife isn't as good as that! May God take away all my ratings if I'm lying! I'll take a lie detector test! I swear on the life of my children! I did it and it was fullfilling! I did it and I'm proud of it! It was great! It was the best sex I ever had! Thank you RealDoll.com! It was fabulous! I could fall in love with that thing!Howard Stern http://www.realdoll.com/letters.asp
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Comments (22)

  1. mickimicki
    mickimicki says Damn... the "half torso" ($ 1,500)... sort of reminds me of a certain Adam Green song... stripped down (sic) to the basics, she is...
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  2. ROCKNROLLPIMP1
    ROCKNROLLPIMP1 says hahahah wait a minute i want one!
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  3. Lester Jonze
    Lester Jonze says
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  4. Lord Helmet
    Lord Helmet says OMG. "Just released, the Real Doll Torso". Wow.
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  5. mutterimieli
    mutterimieli says oh my you left Lester speechless..
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  6. Dale
    Dale says And the soundtrack ... Roxy Music's "In Every Dream Home A Heartache". In every dream home a heartache And every step I take Takes me further from heaven Is there a heaven? I`d like to think so Standards of living They´re rising daily But home oh sweet home It´s only a saying From bell push to faucet In smart town apartment The cottage is pretty The main house a palace Penthouse perfection But what goes on What to do there Better pray there Open plan living Bungalow ranch style All of its comforts Seem so essential I bought you mail order My plain wrapper baby Your skin is like vinyl The perfect companion You float my new pool De luxe and delightful Inflatable doll My role is to serve you Disposable darling Can't throw you away now Immortal and life size My breath is inside you I'll dress you up daily And keep you till death sighs Inflatable doll Lover ungrateful I blew up your body But you blew my mind Oh Those Heartaches Dreamhome Heartaches
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  7. RGM
    RGM says |:^[)>
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  8. Jonh Ingham
    Jonh Ingham says This is disgusting. You should all feel grubby and ashamed.
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  9. RGM
    RGM says Sorry John didn't mean to offend...
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  10. Jonh Ingham
    Jonh Ingham says It's ok. I was just feeling jealous.
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  11. RGM
    RGM says Ha,ha,ha...John, your too cool Brother....
    Permalink posted 02/26/2007
  12. Anna
    Anna says Do they come in a Clive Owen version? Just wondering...
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  13. joseexist
    joseexist says Does it come with a good warranty? LOL!!!
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  14. RGM
    RGM says 5000 mile Tread warrenty Joe... I'd check on that Anna if I were you, but I don't think so...your as bad as us boy's girl!!! Yum... LOL!!!
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  15. Anna
    Anna says hahahahha I blame it on growing up and hanging out mostly with boys :)
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  16. RGM
    RGM says Yup...you greek Beaut's...told ya' have a special place in my heart for ya'...you are a colony of unique coolness...
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  17. Anna
    Anna says Aw why thank you, Ray! *hugs*
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  18. RGM
    RGM says |:^[)>
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  19. Kathleen
    Kathleen says Presenting: LOVE FOR $17.50 by Charles Bukowski Enjoy! Robert's first desire—when he began thinking of such things— was to sneak into the Wax Museum some night and make love to the wax ladies. However, that seemed too dangerous. He limited himself to making love to statues and mannequins in his sex fanta­sies and lived in his fantasy world. One day while stopped at a red light he looked into the doorway of a shop. It was one of those shops that sold everything—records, sofas, books, trivia, junk. He saw her standing there in a long red dress. She wore rimless glasses, was well-shaped; dignified and sexy the way they used to be. A real class broad. Then the signal changed and he was forced to drive on. Robert parked a block away and walked back to the shop. He stood outside at the newspaper rack and looked in at her. Even the eyes looked real, and the mouth was very impulsive, pouting just a bit. Robert went inside and looked at the record rack. He was closer to her then and sneaked glances. No, they didn't make them like that anymore. She even had on high heels. The girl in the shop walked up. "Can I help you, sir?" "Just browsing, miss." "If there's anything you want, just let me know." "Surely." Robert moved over to the mannequin. There wasn't a price tag. He wondered if she were for sale. He walked back to the record rack, picked up a cheap album and purchased it from the girl. The next time he visited the shop the mannequin was still there. Robert browsed a bit, bought an ashtray that was moulded to imitate a coiled snake, then walked out. The third time he was there he asked the girl: "Is the mannequin for sale?" "The mannequin?" "Yes, the mannequin." "You want to buy it?" "Yes, you sell things, don't you? Is the mannequin for sale?" "Just a moment, sir." The girl went to the back of the shop. A curtain parted and an old Jewish man came out. The bottom two buttons of his shirt were missing and you could see his hairy belly. He seemed friendly enough. "You want the mannequin, sir?" "Yes, is she for sale?" "Well, not really. You see, it's kind of a display piece, a joke." "I want to buy her." "Well, let's see . . ." The old Jew went over and began touching the mannequin, touching the dress, the arms. "Let's see ... I think I can let you have this ... thing... for $17.50." "I'll take her." Robert pulled out a twenty. The storekeeper counted out the change. "I'm going to miss it," he said, "sometimes it seems almost real. Should I wrap it?" "No, I'll take her the way she is." Robert picked up the mannequin and carried her to his car. He laid her down in the back seat. Then he got in and drove off to his place. When he got there, luckily, there didn't seem to be anybody about and he got her into the doorway unseen. He stood her in the center of the room and looked at her. "Stella," he said, "Stella, bitch!" He walked up and slapped her across the face. Then he grabbed the head and kissed it. It was a good kiss. His penis began to harden when the phone rang. "Hello," he answered. "Robert?" "Yeah. Sure." "This is Harry." "How you doing. Harry?" "O.k., what you doing?" "Nothing." "I thought I'd come over. Bring a couple of beers." "O.k." Robert hung up, picked up the mannequin and carried her to the closet. He pushed her back in the corner of the closet and closed the door. Harry really didn't have much to say. He sat there with his beer-can. "How's Laura?" he asked. "Oh," said Robert, "it's all over between me and Laura." "What happened?" "The eternal vamp bit. Always on stage. She was relentless. She'd turn on for guys everywhere—at the grocery store, on the street, in cafes, everywhere and to anybody. It didn't matter who it was as long as it was a man. She even turned on for a guy who dialed a wrong number. I couldn't go it anymore." "You alone now?" "No, I've got another one. Brenda. You've met her." "Oh yeah. Brenda. She's all right." Harry sat there drinking beer. Harry never had a woman but he was always talking about them. There was something sickening about Harry. Robert didn't encourage the conversation and Harry soon left. Robert went to the closet and brought Stella out. "You god damned whore!" he said. "You've been cheating on me, haven't you?" Stella didn't answer. She stood there looking so cool and prim. He slapped her a good one. It'd be a long day in the sun before any woman got away with cheating on Bob Wilkenson. He slapped her another good one. "Cunt! You'd fuck a four-year-old boy if he could get his pecker up, wouldn't you?" He slapped her again, then grabbed her and kissed her. He kissed her again and again. Then he ran his hands up under her dress. She was well-shaped, very well-shaped. Stella reminded him of an algebra teacher he'd had in high school. Stella didn't have on pant­ies. "Whore," he said, "who got your panties?" Then his penis was pressed against the front of her. There was no opening. But Robert was in a tremendous passion. He inserted it between the upper thighs. It was smooth and tight. He worked away. For just a moment he felt extremely foolish, then his passion took over and he began kissing her along the neck as he worked. Robert washed Stella with a dishrag, placed her in the closet be­hind an overcoat, closed the door and still managed to get in the last quarter of the Detroit Lions vs. L.A. Rams game on T.V. It was quite nice for Robert as time went on. He made certain adjustments. He bought Stella several pairs of underpants, a garter belt, sheer long stockings, an ankle bracelet. He bought her earrings too, and was quite shocked to learn that his love didn't have any ears. Under all that hair, the ears were missing. He put the earrings on anyhow with adhesive tape. But there were advantages—he didn't have to take her to dinner, to parties, to dull movies; all those mundane things that meant so much to the average woman. And there were arguments. There would always be arguments, even with a mannequin. She wasn't talkative but he was sure she told him once, "You're the greatest lover of them all. That old Jew was a dull lover. You love with soul, Robert." Yes, there were advantages. She wasn't like all the other women he had known. She didn't want to make love at inconvenient mo­ments. He could choose the time. And she didn't have periods. And he went down on her. He cut some of the hair from her head and pasted it between her thighs. The affair was sexual to begin with but gradually he was falling in love with her, he could feel it happening. He considered going to a psychiatrist, then decided not to. After all, was it necessary to love a real human being? It never lasted long. There were too many differences between the species, and what started as love too often ended up as war. Then too, he didn't have to lie in bed with Stella and listen to her talk about all her past lovers. How Karl had such a big thing, but Karl wouldn't go down. And how Louie danced so well, Louie could have made it in ballet instead of selling insurance. And how Marty could really kiss. He had a way of locking tongues. So on. So forth. What shit. Of course, Stella had mentioned the old Jew. But just that once. Robert had been with Stella about two weeks when Brenda phoned. "Yes, Brenda?" he answered. "Robert, you haven't phoned me." "I've been terribly busy, Brenda. I've been promoted to district manager and I've had to realign things down at the office." "Is that so?" "Yes." "Robert, something's wrong ..." "What do you mean?" "I can tell by your voice. Something's wrong. What the hell's wrong, Robert? Is there another woman?" "Not exactly." "What do you mean, not exactly?" "Oh, Christ!" "What is it? What is it? Robert, something's wrong. I'm coming over to see you." "There's nothing wrong, Brenda." "You son of a bitch, you're holding out on me! Something's go­ing on. I'm coming to see you! Now!" Brenda hung up and Robert walked over and picked up Stella and put her in the closet, well back in one corner. He took the over­coat off the hanger and hung it over Stella. Then he came back, sat down and waited. Brenda opened the door and rushed in. "All right, what the hell's wrong? What is it?" "Listen, kid," he said, "it's o.k. Calm down." Brenda was nicely built. Her breasts sagged a bit, but she had fine legs and a beautiful ass. Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that. Sometimes after love-making a temporary calm would fill her eyes but it never lasted. "You haven't even kissed me yet!" Robert got up from his chair and kissed Brenda. "Christ, that was no kiss! What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong!" "It's nothing, nothing at all . . ." "If you don't tell me, I'm going to scream!" "I tell you, it's nothing." Brenda screamed. She walked to the window and screamed. You could hear her all over the neighborhood. Then she stopped. "God, Brenda, don't do that again! Please, please!" "I'll do it again! I'll do it again! Tell me what's wrong, Robert, or I'll do it again!" "All right," he said, "wait." Robert went to the closet, took the overcoat off Stella and led her out of the closet. "What's that?" asked Brenda, "what's that?" "A mannequin." "A mannequin? You mean? . . ." "I mean, I'm in love with her." "Oh, my god! You mean? That thing? That thing?" "Yes." "You love that thing more than me? That hunk of celluloid, or whatever the shit she's made of? You mean you love that thing more than me?" "Yes." "I suppose you take it to bed with you? I suppose you do things to ... with that thing?" "Yes." "Oh . . ." Then Brenda really screamed. She just stood there and screamed. Robert thought she would never stop. Then she leaped at the man­nequin and started to claw and beat at it. The mannequin toppled and fell against the wall. Brenda ran out the door, got in her car and drove off wildly. She crashed into the side of a parked car, glanced off, drove on. Robert walked over to Stella. The head had broken off and rolled under a chair. There were spurts of chalky material on the floor. One arm hung loosely, broken, two wires protruding. Robert sat down in a chair. He just sat there. Then he got up and went into the bathroom, stood there a minute, and came back out. He stood in the hallway and could see the head under the chair. He began to sob. It was terrible. He didn't know what to do. He remembered how he had buried his mother and his father. But this was different. This was different. He just stood in the hallway, sobbing and wait­ing. Both of Stella's eyes were open and cool and beautiful. They stared at him.
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  20. RGM
    RGM says |:^[o> WTF was that all about?
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  21. leftoverking
    leftoverking says ok... dang. kinda spendy. i think i'll wait till used ones start showing up on ebay.
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007
  22. RGM
    RGM says They got em on ebay...think I'll wait till one knock's on my door... (man that'll be freaky!)
    Permalink posted 02/27/2007

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