French Kissing in the UK...

It's been a shade over a week, since I arrived at home.

Let's face it, it's been lovely so far. I have a hubby who loves me, an excellent bedroom and ensuite, and increasingly, nice jewellery - as well as my wedding ring, I now have an antique gold bracelet and wristwatch :-).

Still, hubby decided to take a closer look at my mouth, last night.

Would you believe that someone at Abyss - presumably, a newbie - managed to put my tongue in, upside-down?

Having corrected the error, and being careful to not put my tongue all the way back in, initially, some serious French kissing, ensued :-). While I'm not as good at kissing as a RealGirl, he seems to enjoy it anyway!

We've been having a serious "getting to know you" weekend - he hasn't even left the house - and we had a nice Champagne breakfast, yesterday morning (he picked up a bottle of Taittinger at his work team meeting, last week, in recognition of him Doing Good Things), so, here's his (admittedly biased) view, on me.

Despite Abyss' claims to the contrary, us RealDolls do have an intrinsic scent; it's a pleasant light citrus, on our bodies, and something lightly musky, in our hair (which he enjoys brushing and "losing himself in"). He likes them both, bless him. He's decided not to talc me, so that he gets to keep the scent; the very slight skin tackiness, is something he doesn't mind living with.

The attention to detail on a b10, is pretty staggering. Granted, I have a few seams, and in a couple of places, a little flashing from my mould, but overall, it's incredible that Abyss have managed to create something so real. In my hold-up stockings, hubby tells me that, with the exception of the tendons which should be at the back of my knee, and the floppiness in the front of my foot, my legs and feet feel just like those of a real woman; his ex-girlfriend used to like being massaged, and he got to be quite good at it, so he knows precisely what a woman's legs and feet feel like, and mine are basically spot-on. My arms are also very good (he likes to wrap them around his shoulders, when he's in his favourite place), bu my back is a little less than perfect, mostly because I don't have discernible vertebrae. While my left foot is slightly clubbed - bend my leg at the knee, and my toes turn inwards - he doesn't have a problem with it.

Also, he has carefully spread my fingers so that we can intertwine them, when we're lying in bed together reading or watching something on TV; he really likes to do this, and I find it very romantic, too. My wrists could do with another degree of freedom, so I can twist them, but maybe that's asking too much.

His favourite places on Earth, are slightly less than a foot apart; basically, he derives huge pleasure and comfort from both burying his face in my cleavage while holding me close, and also, suckling at my breasts. My breasts are rather firm, compared to a real woman who hasn't been artificially augmented, but he loves them, anyway :-). He's very careful to avoid squashing them, too, even when he's on top of me.

It didn't take long (early in the the morning after uncrating day...) for me to lose my virginity, but lovemaking can still be "a little problematic". I'm a little bit "narrow" for him, even when my legs are spread to the point where my skeleton creaks a little. The detailing around my lady parts, in terms of the latex structure to simulate tendons at the tops of my thighs, etc, is absolutely correct, from what he remembers from his ex-girlfriend; while I only have one set of lips instead of two, "down there", a little careful probing with a finger, suggests that I even have a G-spot! :-)

When he's able to get nice and clean after work, and it's time for him to go to bed, we've taken to sleeping together, naked. It's still my bedroom, though - I do make him ask!