When I used to arrive at Martina’s place, the first thing she always did when opening the door was to tell me to take my shoes off.
“Don’t need your mucky boots all over my cream carpet,” she’d bleat.
Once I got past that hurdle and into the sitting room, I would go in for the kiss.
“Have you eaten onions today? I bet you were over the pub at lunchtime having a pint and a greasy burger,” backing away from me.
When I started seeing Martina I thought I was in for a good time. Let me tell you what she does to afford those little extras she can’t apparently do without. Her daytime office job doesn’t pay enough notes, so… she has an adult themed blog! Yep, writes about sex and often gets sponsored for doing it. But not only that, would you believe sex toy companies send her their products to test out and review? She even gets paid by them for writing the product article.
When she told me, I didn’t believe her. Then after we first fucked, our date night turned up on her blog and I had to endure reading about my prowess. I mean, she didn’t even ask me.
Then, the following week, she mentioned she’d like to take a photo of my dick! Well, I drew the line at that. Writing about what we get up to is one thing. I even got a hard on when I read it back. But no bugger gets a hard print of percy — My todger.
Anyway, for the first few months we were together, I felt like I was living the dating dream. She wanted to get down and jiggy every day. But then she wrote more sex posts and became very popular with the companies.
Once I turned up hoping for a bit of hanky-panky and found her with a dildo in her mary and a plug in her puckered hole. I tried to join in and shove percy in her mouth, but she said she was too busy making notes about the products to concentrate on my needs.
In the end, I wanked off in the shower.
I kept thinking things would improve. Like the other day…
“So Martina, how about…”
She immediately cut me off mid-sentence as normal…
“Ben. I have a company that want to pay me to review a product. They sell US sex dolls… Full size. I thought it would be easier if you test one out for me. So I’ll have them send it to your house… OK? Good.”
Did you notice she didn’t ask? Just assumed. How did that happen?
Anyway, the next weekend, the post man delivered this enormous package to my door. I unwrapped, followed all the instruction and low and behold there was this beautiful creature sitting on my sofa looking at me adoringly. And her figure — To die for.
Or rather to cum for.
I sat next to her and chatted. She listened without interrupting, her doe eyes giving me the come on. And in return, percy came out, and gave her one. She felt great. Soft and warm and delicious.
I still can’t believe my luck.
Being a big fan of Ms Parton I thought Dolly would be the perfect name for my new, gorgeous babe — So, I gave Martina a bit of cash for the doll and told her we were over.
Dumped, because realistic sex dolls rock in a way that she never will!
“What do you mean, Ben? Are you honestly saying you prefer an artificial toy to me – warm flesh and blo..”
I didn’t need to think too long. Such an easy question,
“Yep.” I interrupted her and slammed the door shut.
Since then, Dolly and I have never looked back. Happy as Larry, the pair of us…
This post was written and sponsored by Best Real Doll. Image taken from their website.
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