PLASTIC LUST

What a single guy - crazy, creative and open-mined - will do in search of love.

I have been single now for roughly four years, and I've had it. I am goddam sick of it. I want to have a relationship. Not just sex, I'm talkin a deep, long-lasting commitment (with lotsa sex). But it is not happening.

I meet new women, but none that I seriously want to date. None that I am attracted to, feel comfortable around, have fun with, and admire at the same time. Some Californian psychologist found out that statistically a single person will go on 100 dates before he or she finds a partner. My rough estimate is that I have had about ten dating partners in the past four years. So does that mean I will find that special someone in just under ... uhmm ... 36 years? I'll be 70 then. Arrrrghh! On the upside: At least I wont be dead. Statistically speaking men live to 76.

After this grand statistical revelation I decided to be more open-minded and use my creative power to search for love in not-so-obvious places. And what I found was Dolly. Dolly, the inflatable love-ewe. As in plastic sheep. I ordered her from the internet a few weeks ago as a joke. After I inflated her I mustered her from all sides. "Not bad," I thought to myself. Just like Marilin Monroe she had a little birthmark drawn on her left cheek. How sexy! As I turned her around to examine her back side my thoughts started wandering. I blushed as my sense for adventure kicked in. I decided to take her for a spin that night.

When it was time for bed I got all excited to expand my horizons. I dimmed the light in the bedroom and slowly pulled Dolly under my blanket. Carlos Santana was playing Samba para ti in the back. I wanted to use my full creative power to dream up a hot little phantasy with her. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, complimenting her on her looks. I caressed her neck, down her belly, and towards her hind legs, and soon I started to slip a finger inside her: ohh my she was hot!! Her somewhat anatomically correct hole did feel quite nice, much nicer than I would have imagined from a plastic doll. Whipping out some lubricant Dolly and I engaged in a a night of hot and sensuous love-making: Up and down and all around this shepherd was showing Dolly the ropes. Keeping my eyes closed for fantasy she was quite a ride. And she even made sheepish bleaks with each thrust. Goddam how I needed that!


Now ain´t that romantic? BTW: It ain´t me and it ain´t Dolly
It is amazing what a little phantasy and a tube of slip-n-slide can make out of a simple plastic hole. She sure gave me what I needed that night. She may be no subsitute for a real womanbut at least she keeps me sane until I find that special woman in my life.


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