Fast forward four years (and a growing collection of sex dolls), and now I find myself missing my “girls” while I am traveling. Somehow, I developed my own type of relationship with my synthetic harem.
When at home, I don't talk to them or treat them as living being at all times. Most of the time they are just another thing I have in the apartment – like furniture or part of the decoration. They are just there, but with time, I had gotten used to their physical presence in my life. They had become something more than just furniture. They had become part of my life.
If you are a doll owner, you will definitively understand what I am saying. If you are not a doll owner, explaining the effect these synthetic companions have on the human brain is almost impossible. My body and brain had gotten used to their presence, gotten to feel one (or two) lying next to me during lonely nights, and even the moments when I am taking care of them fixing a new wig or organizing their outfits. It can be silly, but I do miss them...
Don't get me wrong... I am enjoying everything about my travels – the places, the people, and specially the food – but at times, I really want to have one of my dolls with me. It is a special sensation that after a few weeks on the road I begin to miss.
Well, anyway, I will be home soon...
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