How good is a sex doll?

 How good is a sex doll?

 

My sex dolls keep my loneliness at bay.

The life of a farmer is like the life of a soldier, a regimented kind of lifestyle. There is a good time to plant, a time to tend, and a time to harvest. This is a regimented lifestyle of a farmer from year to year. Despite these strenuous and tight schedules that are expected to give a bountiful yield, at times it turns out as a loss. A farming year could turn out as a nightmare.  

 

I have seen many of my friends that could not accommodate some of these losses, due to accumulated bank loans, committing suicide. Many of my friends have been victims of suicide. The worst part is that my dearest friend Jim, who I share drinks with at nights, at times at my place or his, never told me he had incurred huge loans. He would come and we would share banters together.

 

Both of us are widowers and we have a lot in common. I have three children that are grown up. They could not live in our sleepy and boring community; they had gone to the city to seek greener pastures. My wife died barely when I had my 55th birthday after a prolonged illness. My grown-up children urged me to remarry but I refused because of the love I have for my late wife. I could not imagine starting another life with another woman. Will I be able to stomach another woman’s drama and emotions?

 

This is the same predicament my friend, a widower with no kids, was going through so we banded together to kill boredom and loneliness. But sadly, on one particular Sunday morning. I heard a loud shriek noise after a loud gunshot. I was woken up from my deep sleep by the deafening noise of a loud gunshot. Ours is a close-knit community and we have not experienced any theft or armed robbery for as long as I have lived. The sheriff always comes around to have a cup of coffee to ensure things are alright.

 

Grudgingly, I stepped out and I saw a crowd gathered not too long from my friend’s place. I was shocked that Jim; my friend of many years, had killed himself. What could have motivated him to commit a suicide. His poor financial records showed that he was having bad loans. Ooh, why didn’t Jim tell me, maybe I could have helped. Not that I was financially buoyant but I was not in debt.

 

His death devastated me and created a wide gulf and for the first time in my life, I was lonely. My children were afraid of my loneliness but I stuck to my gun that I would be fine. Was I fine?

 

Obviously, No. I need someone., but I don’t need a real woman.

 

My first son is my close confidant, he’s always worried if I am indisposed. Despite being a married man with his kids and his tight schedules in the city, he would always check on me. There is nothing under the sun that we don’t discuss. He told me the first sex he had and how stupid he was the girl had to show him how to fuck. We laughed over it. I used to tell him about my sexual escapades with other women even though I was married to his mother. We shared many intimate things together.

 

So, when he broached the idea of having a California sex doll, I was willing to give it a trial. He got me a nice one according to my taste and specifications because he knows my taste. Lo and behold I wasn’t disappointed.

 

Readers don’t laugh at my story. Are you wondering what a sexagenarian is doing with a TPE sex doll?

 

Boy, my doll has killed many years of loneliness and suicidal tendencies. It is an exhilarating experience. I am more focused on my farm work, not recording any losses. I have no emotional stress, she does what I want and I don’t harbor any fear of her cheating on me.