The Gift of Us

Once you have mastered this simple skill you may proceed to more complex interactions, such as changing the Variable Intuitive Drive setting upward. Do this gradually to get a feel for exactly how responsive your Randy Love Doll can be.

Using the Standard setting in the Manual mode and Intuitive Variable Intuitive Drive set to 25

Example B: With the Randy Love Doll in the fully extended position straddle the Right Arm (D) facing toward face (F). Place your mouth on the mouth (G) of the Randy Love Doll and place vagina into hand (R.). Use of your tongue to manipulate the tongue (L) of your Randy Love Doll will result in movement of the hand (R.). With practice you can control the motions of the hand (R.) by way of the kissing action upon mouth (G). Changing the Variable Intuitive Drive setting upward will result in less control but more independent movements of the hand (R.).

Using the Standard setting in Oral mode and Variable Intuitive Drive set to 15

Example C: With the Randy Love Doll in the fully extended position straddle the Central Torso (K) facing toward Wand (A). Place your mouth on Wand (A) of the Randy Love Doll and place vagina onto mouth (G). Use of your mouth and tongue to manipulate Wand (A) of your Randy Love Doll will result in the movement of the mouth (G) and tongue (L). With practice you can control the motions of the mouth (G) and tongue (L) by way of the kissing action upon Wand (A). Changing the Variable Intuitive Drive setting upward will result in less control but more independent movements of the mouth (G) and tongue (L).

As you can see your Randy Love Doll is an easy to use and easy to master appliance. With practice you will quickly become an Advanced User. You may expect many enjoyable hours of use from your Randy Love Doll.

Visit randylovedoll.com for tips and tricks for Advanced Users. Also visit the forum to share information with other Randy Love Doll customers.

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Well, now you can appreciate the creativeness and playful nature of my Randy. What a hoot to read those instructions. It made me hot. "Press vagina firmly onto Wand (A)", indeed. And he just lay there curled in the box waiting. Of course, I had to try to follow the instructions. I had to play along. Otherwise it would spoil the spirit of the thing.

I reviewed the manual briefly. After a little thought I chose to start with Example B. I broke down the sides of the box so it filled all the floor space between the hearth and the coffee table and began the setup. I located Wand A, that familiar rubbery appendage between legs B and C, and taking it into my mouth began blowing. Gently. And Wand A extended promptly. As did parts B, C, D and E, but slowly and with athletic grace. Gradually Randy rolled onto his back, spread-eagled as per the instructions and with a look of pleasure on this life-like face F. Wand A stood up like a lever.

I moved it back and forth, then side to side playfully but no reaction occurred. Then I remembered that the default setting for the Variable Intuitive Drive is zero.

"Twenty Five," I said and again moved his boner from side to side. His hips gyrated gently in direct response. Hmmm. I circled his pecker with my hand and slid down. His hips pressed gently upward. I slid my hand up and his hips retreated. I tried again; down, up, down, up. His hips thrust forward and back. I could see how this might work.

"One hundred," I said and his hips thrust rapidly even though I held my hand still. He was fucking into my fist with no input from me. I squeezed him just to be loving, though. I noticed the right toes J begin to curl so I let go. The self-lubrication feature was engaged. My fingers were sticky.

"Zero!" I said and he fell still, boner wagging to a stop. Oooo, this was going to be fun. Grasping the sweater I struggled it over my head, knocking my glasses off. The heat of the fire bathing my breasts I undid my hair and let it fall down my back. Keeping my dress on, I straddled his hand and bent to kiss him.

"Forty-Three," I whispered. Screw that "25" setting.

As I gently pressed my lips to his mouth, his hand cupped my mons. My lips parted both fore and aft. My tongue teased at his lips and a finger delicately stroked my pussy, finding the moisture growing there. Rubbing my mouth on his and flicking my tongue elicited a reflected probing with fingers into my privates. He slowly slid a stiffened finger oh-so-gently along my pussy lips, spreading my wetness, driving me toward breathlessness.

I flicked my tongue at his upper lip and his finger tickled at my clitoris. The more rapidly I flicked, the more rapidly he stroked me. I was gentle, so was he. I rose into a reverie of pleasure, floating above him. I could make this go on a long time…

But I wanted to try out more parts of my new toy. So I turned and, being all hotted up, removed my dress, then sat on his chest (facing Wand A) and rubbed my moist snatch on him. My legs were stretched wide, exposing me. I felt the fire both from within and without. Delicious.

I bent to get Wand A in my mouth and pressed my pussy back to his face. He remained spread-eagled allowing me to use him, responsive to the instructions of my body.

"Fifty," I breathed and took his knob between my lips. His mouth pressed to my pussy, his beard scratching at my thighs, my nipples dragging through the pelt on his belly, I trembled. When I licked up the right side of his thick cock he licked along my swollen outer lips. We swapped sides, licking up the left. I took a swipe at his tip; he diddled my clit. It was like licking myself! Little bells rang in my head. An angel got his wings just then, I like to think.

I tried that method for a long while, essentially performing cunnilingus on myself. What a remarkably responsive appliance was my Randy Love Doll. I reached a plateau of pleasure and stayed on it as long as I could stand.

Eventually I needed to be filled. Nothing else would do. I turned around and pressed my vagina firmly onto Wand A. No need for the complimentary lubricant. He pushed back with a matching rhythm perfectly geared to my desire. I ground down on him and experimented with hip gyrations, syncopation and speed. It was the best masturbation I'd ever done and I came suddenly and loud. Then again just by laying my head on his chest and swaying my hips like a metronome.

I was in control. But I didn't want to be. Not to finish me off. And I wanted to test the limits of my new toy. I was in a hurry to graduate to Advanced User status.

"Ninety-Five, sweet darling, Ninety-Five," I groaned and he shifted gears. Suddenly his arms swung up and wrapped me in a bear hug. Then he grabbed me by the hips and moved me up and down on him. Those big hands could nearly encircle my waist and when he squeezed I became a ragdoll. Roles reversed at setting ninety-five. I rode with it willingly now. The ultimate pleasure for me was in not knowing his next move, in receiving, not giving. He jammed my vagina firmly on his wand in a mounting spiral of urgency and I was shaken. My boobs swayed over him, the nipples snagging in his chest hair.

Then he snorted and rolled me over. We crashed into the coffee table and the now-cold tea spilled. The bottle of oil rolled slowly across the floor. But I was beyond caring. He was on top and I grabbed his neck and held on. I wrapped my legs around him and let him pound me into the floor. He tried to kiss me and missed, sloppily, my head thrashing from side to side in my extremity. He fell onto me with his shoulders, pinning me, crushing my breasts. I peaked again, I shrieked and he arched his back as he spent himself in me.

Slowly he decelerated and sagged down to lay fully on me. I could hardly breath and I loved it. We'd slid halfway across the floor and were splayed in the wreckage of our living room looking like a crime scene. I pictured our bodies outlined in chalk on the hardwood and giggled.

I'd overheated the poor dear. He had reset to 'zero' and was unconscious. I dragged myself out from under him and found my clothes, went to make more tea.

I brought the tea to the living room, stoked the fire and cleaned up the mess. When Randy came back around we snuggled on the couch in a haze of post-coital bliss and holiday cheer. The snow continued to fall. We were trapped in our own little cave of comfort and the world with all its terrors and pitfalls seemed far away.

And Randy still hadn't opened my gift. The year ahead looked like a good one, at least in the bedroom. Or in our case, in the living room, kitchen, shower - anywhere.

There by the fire we lay in each other's arms pinked by the flames and our exertions. Outside the weather was frightful; the snow continued to fall, the city remained an empty cave of white. It was like looking into an old freezer that hadn't been defrosted.

But in our embrace by the fire we shared each other. Our poverty was a gift to us from Life itself. We couldn't give material things but our love was distilled down to the basics. We could give ourselves. We could give pleasure and we could do it in creative, caring ways. That has proved to be the most enduring and valuable thing we have brought forward through our lives.

We still give creative gifts. The coupon book has become a tradition. Randy still surprises me in imaginative and loving ways. I still have Randy, the best gift I ever received.