Well I was 23 when we were hanging out. I'd been with plenty of girls of all types at that point. Girls from many demographics and backgrounds, ones with all kinds of fetishes, fantasies and hangups. I'm kind of a weird guy and I seem to attract a weird caliber of women. I'd worked in a dungeon at this point too and some other aspects of the adult entertainment industry so very little surprised me at this point.

The foot. Yeah. Not exactly symmetrical. Imagine a shoe horn trying to extract something that's not there.

Anyways, it wasn't that she wanted to play with the doll that shocked me at all, or even that she needed it in order to really get-off. It was her seeming level of emotional attachment to the thing that got me. I know that people are supposed to (and women more so than men) kind of emotionally imprint upon things when they climax. However most sex toys don't necessarily have human faces and names (there are some obvious exceptions) nor are they objects from childhood. I can relate to starting masturbating at a very early age, much as she apparently did, however, she was doing it with something that was a friend and companion. If you can remember, toys really did have a life of their own back then, and even if you knew it wasn't true, part of you really did love them and really did see them as alive.

So the emotional aspect of it was the most curious and exciting part of it all. I'm not just hamming up a cool story when I say she would yell the dolls name in the throws of orgasmic pleasure and she was very protective of it even if it wasn't "intimate time".

This woman was a completely functional, cool, smart, fun, productive, together young adult. And that's what I meant about people just being nutty and fascinating when it comes to sex and why (even though it sure sounds made up) the koolaide man story could just as easily be real. People are weird and when they let themselves be weird it is sexy and awesome.