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(Popularity Rate: 56 ) Why are love/sex dolls still not realistic in appearance?
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(Popularity Rate: 55 ) Should I leave my wife if I feel that she is not pretty anymore? My wife loves me and I love her, but whenever I see her, I feel that I can do better and whenever I see a prettier woman I feel that life is still long for me to find another girl!
The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy.
But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girlsâ?eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldnât help doing so. I moved Dewâs hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? Iâve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dewâs body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldnât imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Iâve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didnât know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didnât seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? Iâm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didnât talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didnât want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the monthâs time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didnât want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me; do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadnât had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, donât tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadnât looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didnât tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, itâs time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didnât notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I wonât divorce. Iâm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I wonât divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didnât value the details of life, not because we didnât love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, âIâll carry you out every morning until we are oldâ? That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in bed â?DEAD. She had been fighting Cancer for months and I was so busy with Dew to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our sonâ?Iâm a loving husbandâ?âThe small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So, find time to be your spouseâs friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.â?I hope you loved this story. I am requesting you to sha
(Popularity Rate: 81 ) What are some photos that you would like to see repeatedly?
o look inside the living body. He invented the fuzed quartz rod, which quartz can bend light.
He is also the person who proved that alcohol destroyed brain cells. Itâs by a process he named âsludged blood.â?The red blood cells coagulate, slow down or plug arteries and veins, small ones at first.
The purpose of circulating blood is that the red blood cells carry oxygen to the tissues. No tissue can live without oxygen.
He studied it in malaria, in burns, in many diseases. He invented a bed that looked like a canoe on a frame with a suri sex doll motor. The motor made the bed swing slowly from flat to nearly 90 degrees one way, back to flat, then to the other side.
This movement helps prevent the sludging of blood. I know most of you have seen nurses with a patient after surgery, turn the patient every 2 hours. Same idea.
He was nominated for the Nobel Prize 3 times. He was Assistant Chair of Anatomy at the Medical University of Chicago where he went to medical school until 1948 and then we moved to Charleston, SC, he was Chair of Anatomy until his death in 1975.
He drove me to school every day, going around the battery in Charleston which was way out of the way to my school. Singing all the time-
âPediatricerans love little chilerans, yes, yes they do.â?âAnd I got a girl with a hole in her stocking, her knees kept a knocking.â?He is where I got a âresearch geneâ?and such lessons as âif you never tell a lie, you donât have to remember anything you said.â?I wonât
(Popularity Rate: 74 ) Have they done a real world proportion of a Ken doll like they have done for Barbie to show how unattainable their shapes are?
for most to get these ideal figures. Some people have the genetics that help them out with that, but just a small Female Sex Dollsamount of the population can look perfect, or what perfect means to many. And, if itâs going to be obtainable, most likely it would be when a person is in their 20âs. The body seems to go downhill from that point forward. That is why the Barbie and Ken doll are a younger set.
The Barbie doll is attractive and appealing, so that is why she is shaped the way she is – for sales figures (no pun intended). There is only one living young woman who actually looks like Barbie by her size and shape, etc. She had to do lot
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of becoming a presenter. It would be an absolute dream for me to host major primetime television shows. For my dream, I’d also give myself the benefit of the doubt and get on the casting couch and get f****d by the hiring manager.”, “Can you maybe help me fulfill my dream? Do you know anyone in the television industry? I would definitely reciprocate. Even though I’m doing everything I can to become a good and serious journalist, Iâm no Debbie Downer at home. Where there’s sex, there’s me.”, “I love debauched parties and join in every chance I get. Of course, I also use the opportunity to have hot sex. In a pinch, I’ll also get my greedy f**k holes filled up in the bathroom if there’s no other place to go. If the guy is good for the one night stand, then I also like to take him home and he may stay overnight.”, “I think it would be exciting to have sex with you. In fact, I’d let you get to me more than once. Maybe you’d like to share me with your buddies. The idea makes me already so horny that my little p***y leaks. Wouldn’t you like to lick my p***y dry again while I suck your c**k? Maybe you’re in the mood for something co
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