“It’s good to be loved. It’s profound to be understood.” Portia de Rossi (actress) I consider myself lucky that, as a companion doll, I found my special someone ready to not only give me all his love, affection and respect but also to receive all I have to give. ❤️ And that’s quite a lot … Continue reading Deeper Understanding →

I love watching sports with my husband. And I love dressing up appropriately. I’ll put on my Liverpool shirt when we’re about to watch our beloved Reds. And I’ll put on my 49ers jersey when the Niners continue their quest for six. But now it’s tennis time as the Wimbledon Championships are under way. I … Continue reading Advantage Sissy →

I love playing “Mensch ärgere dich nicht” (translates to: “Man, don’t be angry!”) with my lovely husband and our sweet adoptive froggy daughter, Nici. 🐸 We actually started a series of tournaments organized by eXtreme Mensch-ärgere-dich-nicht (XMädn). And, in fact, yours truly is the reigning World Champion. 🏆 Basically, the aim of the game is … Continue reading Don’t be angry! Easier said than done… →

Shortly after coming to Germany, back in 2020, I started a career as a doll actress. Unfortunately, it turned out a very, very brief career because the aspiring production company went broke so quickly that the only movie I ever starred in couldn’t even be edited, let alone published. 🙁 I’m not too sad, though, … Continue reading Twilight Sissy →

People are constantly asking me about my quite unusual name. (Well, actually, they aren’t but they should be.) My first name is easily explained. It’s just my name according to AS Dolls where I’m from. There’s nothing more to it. It’s different with my last name, though. We usually don’t come with a last name, … Continue reading My Name Is Bambolina… Sicily Bambolina! →

I love my spa days… 🙂 My spa days usually follow the same routine. It actually begins the evening before when I lose all my clothes and get to sleep naked for a change. (If I do get any sleep, that is. My lovely husband usually has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. … Continue reading Sexy Spa Day →

I love my spa days… 🙂 My spa days usually follow the same routine. It actually begins the evening before when I lose all my clothes and get to sleep naked for a change. (If I do get any sleep, that is. My lovely husband usually has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. … Continue reading Spa Day →

It was quite late when we finally got to bed last night because of the Eurovision Song Contest . Harry loved the dress I was wearing. He could hardly focus on the show as he just couldn’t take his eyes off of me. Yet, he seemed to find it more enjoyable to help me lose … Continue reading ESC Undress Rehearsal →

It had been a while that my husband Harry and I had a dinner date. Harry thought the night of the Eurovision Song Contest might be a good occasion. We were having a Steak “Strindberg” with fried potatoes. It was delicious as always. We also enjoyed the contest. We weren’t so fond of this year’s … Continue reading Eurovision Dinner Date →

My lovely husband Harry and I are huge fans of the Eurovision Song Contest. When Harry attended the 1998 ESC in Birmingham, it was still quite a festive occasion with dress code and everything. This is long gone. Everything is very casual nowadays. Still, I thought it might be appropriate to dress up for this … Continue reading ESC Dress Rehearsal →

Time to travel home… We surely enjoyed our third trip to East Frisia and are looking forward to coming back in September. I hope it will be warm enough for some bikini shots then because I’d really love to do some fashion shots in a maritime environment. Except for some weird glances from passers-by, which … Continue reading East Frisia, Day 8 – Journey Home →

Harry had been pretty exhausted from the previous days – it is quite something to push your doll around in her wheelchair all day, mind you. So, on our sixth day, I decided to give my lovely husband a well deserved rest. I insisted he’d go out but leave me at the apartment for this … Continue reading East Frisia, Day 6 – Father-Daughter Day →