Artificial sex so far only has advantages.
The advantages of this acquisition were immediately apparent. First, no coaxing or foreplay. She is always ready, passive, waiting only for my touch. No need for romance or compliments—just undress and take. Second, complete freedom of action. With her, I can do absolutely anything that comes to mind, without worrying about her comfort, boundaries, or moral norms. Want it rough? Please. Want to experiment? She won't utter a peep. And third, endless variations in clothing and roles. I dressed her in a school uniform—a short skirt, a white blouse with a tie—and she turned into an innocent student whom I "punish" after class. Another time, I put on a leather corset and stockings with garters, making her a sadomasochistic priestess, with a whip in hand, though the whip just lay there—for me, she was only a toy in my hands.
The first experience with her was amazing, like an explosion of forbidden desires. I laid her out on the bed in the bedroom, lit by the dim light of a floor lamp, and started slowly, to savor every moment. I put on a condom—I don't like washing semen out of her artificial vagina afterward—and generously lubricated her with a special lube that smelled of vanilla and made penetration slippery, like the real thing. I lifted her legs, spread her thighs, and buried my tongue in her smooth anus, circling with my tongue, penetrating inside with the tip. She didn't twitch, didn't moan, but that only turned me on—complete submission. Then I moved to her vagina, licking it greedily, imagining her flowing with pleasure, though in reality there was only lube, sweet and thick to the taste.
My cock was already rock-hard, pulsing with excitement. I turned her on her side, moved her head closer, and entered her mouth. Her lips, soft and elastic, gripped me tightly, like a vacuum. I fucked her mouth slowly at first, feeling the silicone tongue slide along my shaft, then faster, deeper, pushing all the way into her throat. At the same time, I continued licking her from below—anus, vagina, moving from one to the other, smearing her face with her juices and my saliva. It was madness: I was the center of the universe, and she was just holes for my pleasure. Without fear of hurting her, I entered her ass sharply. The lube eased the way, but the resistance of the material added realism—the tight ring of her anus squeezed me like a real virgin's ass. I pounded her with force, slapping my hips against her buttocks, which swayed slightly from the impacts. Pain? She didn't care. I could have torn her, and she would have remained silent.
Then I moved to her vagina—it was warmer, softer, enveloping me completely. Back and forth, alternating holes, I picked up the pace, feeling the orgasm approaching. Into her mouth again, then into her ass—complete freedom, no "not today" or "it hurts." I came violently, filling the condom with hot semen, and pulled out, breathing heavily. She lay motionless, covered in lube and my traces, a perfect doll, ready for the next round.
After that, I returned to her many times. Dressed her in lingerie—lace panties and a bra—and fucked her in missionary position, kissing her silicone lips. Or put her on all fours in front of a mirror to watch my cock disappear into her ass, imagining a real woman moaning in ecstasy. The advantages outweighed the disadvantages: lube and condoms became consumables, but that's trivial. No pillow talk, no offense if I just get up and leave. After drinking with friends, I'd come back and pour out the tension into her, without unnecessary words. Of course, it doesn't replace a living woman—the warmth of a body, moans, interaction. But as an option for variety? Perfect. She gives complete freedom for fantasies: from gentle cunnilingus to hard anal, from a schoolgirl to a dominatrix. I experimented—inserted a vibrator into her vagina while fucking her mouth, or tied her hands, imitating bondage. Each time—a new wave of pleasure, without judgment. Now my sex life has blossomed: the doll is my secret garden, where I am king and god, and she is an eternal slave to lust. And who knows, maybe one day I'll invite a girlfriend to show how it works, but for now… for now, it's only mine.