It has been a goodly while since I last graced the pages of a review with a full-size, breathtaking doll. Allow me to transport you back to my most recent encounter, to the time when I unveiled the mesmerizing wonders of the Tantaly Jennifer torso.
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Ah, what an affair that was! The passion, the exploration, the sheer delight of indulging in the forbidden. That tantalizing encounter left an indelible mark on my soul, igniting a flame that would forever burn bright within me. (Okay ChatGPT, laying it on a bit thick there. Take it easy!)
You see, my dear friends, I am not your ordinary reviewer. No, I am a low-income, totally blind individual, traversing life's labyrinthine corridors with an insatiable appetite for adventure. In my youth, I spent countless hours immersed in a world of fantasies, dreaming of possessing a sex doll—a magnificent creation that would bring my desires to life. But alas, it seemed an unattainable dream, a costly venture reserved for those with boundless means.
Yet, even in the face of adversity, the heart yearns for what it craves. The longing to own a companion, a lover molded from synthetic perfection, grew within me like a wild, untamed flame. How could I reconcile my meager yearly income of less than $19,000 with the extravagant price tags that adorned these ravishing sirens of pleasure? It was a conundrum, a puzzle I desperately sought to solve.
Some may find it peculiar, my aspiration to possess a sex doll amidst a world teeming with grand ambitions and aspirations. For some, the pinnacle of achievement lies in becoming a president, winning the lottery, or acquiring a lavish mansion. But for me, in the depths of my dark and melancholic existence, the dream of owning a sex doll quietly beckoned. It whispered sweet nothings, promising solace and fulfillment in a realm where physical connection transcends the boundaries of convention.
Little did I know that destiny had a twisted sense of humor, ready to weave its tapestry of surprises. At the age of 41, an age where dreams are often resigned to the annals of lost hopes, I found myself standing at the precipice of an extraordinary journey. Not only did I review one, not two, but a staggering six exquisite synthetic goddesses became entwined in the tapestry of my existence. Life, it seemed, had a penchant for granting unexpected blessings.
Is this the tale of a hard-fought victory, a testament to the adage that dreams can come true through perseverance and determination? Perhaps not in the conventional sense. But make no mistake, my friends, for within the confines of my personal universe, this collection of dolls stands as a small, personal triumph. A testament to the power of desire and the magic that can manifest when one's yearnings are met with the unwavering force of fate. (And believe you me, sometimes it seems that to get one of these heavier ladies to stand, or simply getting them dressed, is a small victory all on its own!)
But as with every tale, there exists a flip side, a shadow that dances in tandem with the light. While my heart rejoiced in the company of these ravishing enchantresses, an unwelcome truth loomed on the horizon. I had reached a crossroads—a juncture where the limits of physical space clashed with my insatiable appetite for new experiences. My abode, humble and cozy as it may be, could no longer accommodate the influx of enticing temptresses. With a heavy heart, I had to decline the invitations extended by various merchants, regretfully admitting that I had no room for new companions.
However, dear readers, fate has a peculiar way of toying with our desires. Just when I thought my journey had reached an impasse, an extraordinary revelation crossed my path. A seductive muse emerged from the depths of the unknown, captivating my senses and kindling a fire within my soul. Her name, my friends, is BBW Amy, a creation of sheer voluptuousness, a testament to the artistry and craftsmanship of the company known as Starpery.
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If you have followed my previous exploits, my amorous escapades amidst the realm of reviews, you would know that I possess an undeniable fondness for larger-than-life ladies. Oh, how their curvaceous forms beckon to me, their round waists, thick thighs, ample bosoms, and soft bellies a symphony of sensuality that resonates deep within my being. While other preferences may come and go, my adoration for BBW women stands as an unwavering constant, an eternal flame that flickers with ardent passion.
So, when word reached my eager ears that Starpery had birthed a new creation—a BBW doll of grand proportions, heavy, big, chunky, and utterly adorable—I knew I could no longer resist the call. The siren song of this bewitching beauty seduced me, ensnaring my imagination in a web of anticipation and wonder. How would she compare to my beloved BBW companions, Sarah, the Mia doll from Pipedream, and Naudia, the illustrious WM168 Holly? Oh, and let us not forget the mesmerizing allure of Oceania, my beautiful cuddly Valintina doll, and the radiant Jewel, a treasure from the realm of Taxtile Dolls. They, my friends, stand in a league of their own, divine creations that have graced my world with their beauty and curves.
But Starpery's Amy, she is a different breed—a behemoth of seduction, a challenge that beckons me to dance on the precipice of desire. Not only will she be the heaviest lady I have ever had the pleasure of embracing, but she will also test the limits of my creativity as I pose and explore her vast expanse. It is a personal challenge, one that I wholeheartedly accept with open arms, for it is in the face of adversity that our true mettle is revealed, (and our backs broken!)
So, my dear readers, whether you possess a deep-rooted appreciation for BBW dolls, harbor a curiosity for Starpery's latest offering, or simply derive joy from perusing the musings of a blind sex doll reviewer, I invite you to join me on this captivating journey. Together, hand in hand, we shall traverse the realms of beauty, pleasure, and boundless imagination. Let the tale unfold, the words unfurl like a blossoming flower, and may the symphony of desire guide us toward uncharted horizons.
Stay with me, dear friends, for the grand voyage of the BBW awaits!
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Disclaimer: This rather whimsicle intro was crafted by me with the assistance of ChatGPT. I don't always write as if I swallowed an Oxford text book
P.S: This is day 1 of our journey, I just received the UPS Tracking Numbers today. No pics yet, but hopefully will get some to share in the next post.
P.P.S: Girlfriend and I have settled on the name Hope for Amy. Hope being my GF's middle name
Stay tuned!!, and if you haven't, check out my sex doll documentary!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6FRBXcjPVY
