Gentlemen:I had one for awhile. It wasn't RealDoll, but it was still pretty expensive. (I was flush with funds then.) I'm attaching a photo. Mine had red hair. The best thing about her were the eyes, which were very convincing.
Couple things: The skin sweats. (i.e. the plastic oozes, and it's not a pleasant taste, sensation or smell.) Unless you take care of her, she's clammy and smells of chemical. You're advised to bathe and powder your girl at least once a month. I found it best to take a an empty shaker bottle, like one for grocery spice, fill it with corn starch, then add a few drops of a scented oil -- in my case, lavender. It really did the trick. No complaints afterward, not in the slightest.
Still, licking is a little . . . icky. Dry kissing, sure. Biting is swell, and generally feeling her.
Women have told me I have a large penis, not long but wide. I never believed that (probably because porn gave me an unreal idea of "standard"). All I will say is that entry to my doll was difficult, even with lube. I made only one attempt and gave up. I never did the deed. For one thing, you, um . . . well, it's like camping. Whatever you pack in, you have to pack out.
So soap, water and syringe.
But I liked just having her around, as decor! Great fun to hold up her breasts. Feel her against me.
She was very hard to stand up. The internal metal skeleton was great, but she weighed a lot, and of course she was top heavy. Want to stand up and balance a doll with breasts this size? I always had to lean her against something, and even then her knees would sometimes buckle.
I tossed her when I moved. And that was a challenge! How do you do away with something that looks like a body? Freaking heavy already, and apartment neighbors, etc.
Now, during the current economy, I wish I had not spent that money. I could sure use it. I understand there is some resale value to RealDolls -- and I think their skin must be top-notch and not sweat, hence their price. At the time mine was great fun, though. To come home to the "wife."
But again -- try dragging her over to the bed. (And
it is dragging. No way can you lift her off the floor.) Then try to GET her
onto the bed. And then manipulate all the realistic joints -- tilt of head, curve of spine, base of spine and angle of pelvis, neck and elbows and wrists and -- hey, be careful that you don't bend the fingers backwards.
And watch the fingernails. As with a real woman, fake nails pop off! Don't tear her eyelashes! You'll never glue them back in place. And then thighs and their width of separation, their angle compared to knees, and then the knees' angle, the ankles...
The problem with realistic joints is that you have to adjust each single one, and the angles keep changing when you move one of the larger parts. Move a leg and then you have to curl the lower back. Bend her spine and then you have to tilt her chin. But then her neck is bent over. And...
By the time you get her just right, I dare you to still feel erotically excited. You'll be panting and sweaty, but not from lust. You've been weight-lifting. (And I do lift weights, and it was still a challenge. She was a heavy barbell that sagged on both ends, plus two free weights in the middle -- and there are no bones in even doll breasts. They swing. You cannot keep them in place while you lift.)
(Oh, and we haven't even discussed dressing her. You're well-advised to put a bra on super-chested doll such as this. It's a matter of breast "storage." Really. And if you're able to muscle two tits this large into a bra, get the straps in some semblance of order and then reach around to adjust the back . . . Well, you're a better man than me. And when she is not "in use," the companies want to sell you a device so that you can hang her by the neck from a closet clothes bar. Not the sexiest look, and want to get plastic-sex-doll-oozing-skin-oil on your blazer or good shirts? Do you even have that much ROOM in your most private closet?
In other words, after all that real women with A-cups start to look pretty good! Heck for the same money I spent, you could fly to Nevada and legally pay for a real woman.
Looking back, it's all pretty funny. I even laugh. It was so absurd. But again, fun at the time! And who would not be tempted by "my girl"?