Aug 312020

Fucktoy found the dildo. The ball gag mouth muffled her moan of excitement. The dildo was floppy but it would serve her needs. She tugged at it but it wouldn’t move. It was secured to the wall.

Another sob of relief was choked by the ball gag. The dildo hadn’t been easy to find. Master only told her that one was somewhere in the house, and if she found it, she could use. It hadn’t been easy to find with a leather hood blocking her eyes. The heavy plug in her ass hadn’t helped as well. Neither did the six-inch boots she wore, or the sharp clamps biting her nipples. It had been a struggle to search the house blind and she had the sore nipples, sore ass and collision bruises to prove it.

She wondered how many minutes were left on the timer. The loud ticks had followed her around the house. Did that mean Master had followed her around with the timer? Or was she hyper-sensitive to the ticking as she made her search.

It didn’t matter. Fucktoy had found the dildo and it was hers to use until the timer dinged. She would enjoy for as long as she could.

The dildo was two and a half feet off the ground. Too high to back into on her hands and knees and too low for her to simply back into it. Fuck, she was going to have to squat.

Fucktoy squatted down to the ground. The plug in her ass continued to split her in half. Her feet wobbled on the high heels. She leaned forward and the clamps pulled her nipples downwards. A whimper peeked out from her ball gag.

The dildo touched her sensitive sex. She trembled. How long has it been? Fucktoy knew the answer. It had been nine days and twelve hours since Master had touched her pussy. It had been eight days and one hour since anything had filled her cunt. It had been seven days and eighteen hours since she had been allowed to even touch her sex except during her toiletries.

It had been too long.

Fucktoy reached between her legs. She took hold of the floppy dildo and leaned forward. There was a brief sense of vertigo. It was an awkward position to balance and the hood made her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice.

If she fell, would Master be there to catch her? She’d like to think so, but she knew better. Her pleasure was her own to earn.

Fucktoy bent over at the waist and stretched out a hand. She touched the floor. Her breasts fell forward; the clamps sending bolts of pain through her flesh. She used her other hand to guide the phallus into her sex lips. The tip pushed inside of her.

Shudders racked her body. The tip almost slipped out. The butt plug felt like it was going to drag her body down to the ground. The vertigo increased.

Fucktoy bit down on the ball gag. The shudders stopped. She slid backwards.

The dildo filled her cunt. Stars exploded in the darkness of the hood. Spit fell from her lips. The plug in her ass shrunk in comparison to the fullness she felt in her pussy. The dull sting of the clamps became gentle kisses.

Fucktoy fucked herself on the dildo. There was no grace in the awkward position. Her right heel slipped an inch but she didn’t stop. Every thrust sent her ass, and the plug, crashing into the wall behind her. It was a violent fuck, and she did it to herself.

How much time was left on the timer? Could she come before the tiny bell rang? When the timer was over, would Master take the place of the dildo with his cock?

Fucktoy didn’t know, which is why she humped the dildo with everything she had.

Aug 192020

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee Shortage
Location: Feed and Be Fed.
Species Required: Any with a physical mouth(s).
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Oral Endurance of Class Two.
Duration of Assignment: Two Hours.
Payment: One free meal from the employee menu. Thirty credits per customer plus tips. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees)

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

Dazanna waited impatiently inside her nook. A privacy field blocked anyone in the restaurant from seeing her, but the field also prevented her from seeing or hearing any of the customers. Were they busy? Was the place full or empty? She couldn’t tell.

The privacy field did nothing to block smells. The aroma of hot Banime noodles filled the small nook. She could almost taste the Vulthan spices in the air. She desperately wanted to stick something in her mouth.

“This is why the free meal is after the shift,” Dazanna said out lout. She liked talking out loud. It broke the silence of the privacy field.

The shift had started ten minutes ago but Dazanna hadn’t had a client yet. Maybe Dazanna should have used a different picture? Above her, on the table she couldn’t see, was a picture of her face. It showed her smiling, with her long blue hair coming down to her bare shoulders. Was that good enough? Should she have stuck her tongue out or maybe opened her mouth? When her shift was over, she would ask one of the other employees for next time. If there was a next time.

A yellow light flickered inside the nook. Someone was setting their tray down on the table above Dazanna. Instead of thinking about the client, she wondered what dish was in the tray. Was it Tousacon Beef Noodles? A Vigen Avian Wrap?

“Damn, I’m hungry,” Dazanna whispered.

Thin legs emerged from the privacy field and sat down. Shiny red pants covered the legs. An automated zipper opened along the curve of the crotch. Inside was pink cloth and a hidden shaft trying to poke free.

Dazanna leaned forward in the nook. She gently spread the client’s legs apart to get closer to his bulge. Expert fingers glided over the cloth and found a seam. She pulled the opening apart and reached inside.

A small dock pulsed against her hand. The size didn’t bother Dazanna. It would be easier to suck. She bent over and gave the tip of the dock a slow lick.

The member tasted like oranges and mint. Was she so hungry that she was becoming delusional? Dazanna took another lick, slowly circling the head of the organ.

Positive, that was orange and mint. The client had an enhanced dock!

Dazanna couldn’t resist. She parted her lips and took his dock into her mouth. Down she went until his nose and chin were in the client’s underwear. Her lips closed around him as she rapidly licked.

The client shuddered. The dock throbbed. Both legs closed together around Dazanna’s body.

Dazanna moved her head from side to side, letting the small organ roll around in her mouth. She licked as she moved, unable to get enough of the orange-mint flavored dock. It was tempting to bite down but she resisted the urge.

She wondered what the client was doing. Was he already eating or was he too distracted by her mouth? The lack of audio cues meant she was flying blind. Oh well, she would have to stick with the basics.

Dazanna reached into the client’s underwear and pulled out his gonad pouch. It was smooth and hairless. She took all of his dock back into her mouth until her lips were touching his sack. Her tongue slipped out of her lips and flicked his balls.

The dock throbbed in Dazanna’s mouth. The client nearly lifted from his seat. The small cock pushed into her mouth.

Dazanna giggled. He wanted to fuck her mouth? She could help with that. She tightened her lips around his dock and slid her head up. The tip of his dock popped free of her lips. A line of spit connected her lips to his dock. She plunged back down, swallowing his modest cock in a single gulp. As soon as her lips touched his sack, her tongue gave him a quick lick before she slid her mouth back up his short shaft.

A blue light turned on. A small camera emerged from the ceiling of the nook and pointed down on Dazanna. The client was paying extra to see her work.

Dazanna smiled. That was twenty extra credits, straight to her account. She looked at the camera and gave her best sexy wink.

Now that the client was watching, it was time to perform visually as well as orally. She added a twisted to her motion so her blue hair would bounce. Her lips opened so more spit could fall. She gripped his thighs and sunk her fingers into his pants like a desperate slut.

Sweet liquid gushed in her mouth. Was that chocolate? Lords of Space, the client’s seed had been enhanced to taste like chocolate!

Dazanna sealed her lips around him as the dock pumped. Load after load of chocolate-flavored seed filled her mouth. She swallowed it all and when he was done pumping, she meticulously licked every millimeter of his limp organ for more chocolate.

When there was no more delicious seed left, Dazanna let the member fall from her lips. A burp rose from her throat. She was immediately grateful for the privacy screen.
The blue light turned off. The client wasn’t interested in watching anymore. Their focus was on their meal, and the remaining time they had left to eat it.

Dazanna rested her head on the client’s lap. She doubted that he would recover in time to want more. For that matter, she wasn’t sure what the policy was for second orgasms at this establishment. The owners might not want her to provide another climax.

Fuck that. Dazanna stayed where she was. If that delicious orange-mint dock got hard again and wanted to spray some more chocolate, then Dazanna would be ready to make that happen.

102020

I held Lillian’s heavy breast in one hand, careful not to smudge any of the painted letters. With my other hand, I held a small brush as I touched up the letter ‘G’. The bottom half of the letter was red and angry so I was trying to be careful.

Disco music played on the speakers. A circle of porn magazines from the 70’s surrounded us. The flames of nineteen white candles flickered.

“Who is this asshole again?” Lillian asked.

“His magic name was Stephen Karma, and he was an expert on regional spirits,” I said. “He wrote the best book on sentient cities that I have ever read, although my copy has some rain damage.”

“Ow,” Lillian said when my brush touched another bruise.

“Sorry,” I said but I kept painting.

“And you can’t use a normal Ouija board?” Lillian asked.

“As you can tell, Stephen really liked tits,” I said, beginning work on the letter ‘M’. “And not just any tits. They have to be large, magnificent and wonderful examples.”

Lillian blushed. She was so pale with her dyed black hair that when she blushed, her skin turned a rosy pink. “Magnificent, huh?” she asked.

“That is why I asked your coven to send me someone of your qualities,” I said. “I am grateful that they answered my request, especially with the pandemic.”

“Coven Mistress said that they owed you,” Lillian said. “They owed you big. She didn’t tell me why.”

“Well, when they need someone with my qualities for a magic work, I am always happy to help,” I said.

Lillian licked her lip. She was young and her cues were an open book written in large type. “What kind of qualities?” she asked. “Are they big ones?”

I painted another ‘No’ on her right aureole. The previous one had been rubbed completely off.

“Okay, so he likes tits,” Lillian said. “But can’t we use one of those glass things they use on Ouija boards?”

“A planchette,” I said. “And no. Stephen prefers the personal touch.”

I put the paint brush down and inspected my work. The golden letters glittered in the flickering candle light. Waving my hand, I dried the paint as best I could.

“Ready to continue?” I asked.

“How many more questions do you have?” Lillian asked.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I said. “I’m trying to replace one of the damaged parts in the book. I’m going to need him to pinch out an entire page worth.”.

Something close to a whine escaped Lillian’s lips before she remembered that she was serving a friend of her coven.

“Can we ask him to not pinch as hard?” Lillian asked.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I said.

“I want to try,” she said.

It was her right. “Stephen Karma, would it be possible to pinch a little softer?”

An invisible force flattened Lillian’s right nipple. The bottom part of the ‘No’ was caught in the pinch. Lillian hissed and tears sprung once more to her eyes. “Okay, okay!” she snapped.

The nipple resumed its normal shape, although it was much harder now.

Lillian looked right at me. “Fine, you were right. Let’s get this over with. Ask your questions, but you’re going to fuck me stupid when this is over.”

I kissed her left nipple. She moaned from my answer.

Jul 312020

Fucktoy was grateful for Mistress’ cruel fingers entwined in her hair. She was especially grateful for Master’s hard cock pulsing in her mouth. Most of all, she was grateful for the pillow they put on the floor for her knees. Fuck that hardwood floor.

Mistress pulled on Fucktoy’s hair. Pain danced along Fucktoy’s scalp. She pulled her head back, following Mistress’ guidance. Master’s cock slid between her lips. When Master’s cock was almost free from Fucktoy’s mouth. Mistress pushed with her hand and Fucktoy slid forward. The head of Master’s cock hit the back of Fucktoy’s throat and Fucktoy moaned.

Fucktoy looked up to see Master and Mistress leaning over her kneeling body. Master’s pale hands groped Mistress’ large brown tits. He was gentle with them, showing a kindness he never had for Fucktoy’s bruised breasts.

She could hear them kiss. It was a wet sound as they devoured each other’s mouths. There was an occasional growl and Master’s hips would buck or Mistress’ fingers would tighten.

Mistress pulled on Fucktoy’s hair. Fucktoy’s head slid back and forth. Master’s cock fucked her mouth.

Fucktoy moaned. No one fondled her breasts. No one kissed her lips. The heat in her own pussy was ignored. No permission had been given for her to touch herself. She was forbidden from gripping Master’s strong thighs or reaching back for Mistress’ unearthly soft skin.

Adoring eyes were locked on each other, but not the Fucktoy they had between them. This wasn’t about her. Tonight, she was a toy for their lovemaking.

It was enough.

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Jul 292020

Dazanna entered the shower. The monitor told her to remain still. Multiple yellow beams struck her naked body and scanned her skin. The beams lingered over her right breast plastered in semen. Scanners cataloged the immense amount of come in her long blue hair. The beams traced the vussy juice that stained her thighs. Finally, sensors calculated the amount of sweat, spit and lube sticking to her skin.

A neutral computer voice spoke. “Your status is FILTHY. This earns you a thirty percent discount. Do you accept these new terms? Yes/No?”

Dazanna smirked. Filthy was one way to put it. She had just serviced a married couple celebrating a recent trade deal. They were lovely gentlemen but both of those fuckers had genetically enhanced gonads resulting in bucket loads of come. Fortunately, they tipped her a generous bonus and she decided to spend some of that money here.

“Yes,” she said.

“Thank you for using ‘Wash-Your-Ass’. Please wait as we find someone to wash you. Person found. Please grip the safety handles. If at any time you wish to stop your shower, let go of the handles.”

Two handles lowered from the ceiling. They stopped on either side of Dazanna’s head. She closed her hands around them and the lights brightened.

“Shower beginning in three, two, one.”

Hot water fell from the ceiling. Dazanna moaned. It had been too long since she showered in water. The sonic shower in her habitation cube was thorough, but there was no beating the feeling of warm water cascading over your body. It was a luxury that only the richest on Pleasure Station Sigma could enjoy on a regular basis. For everyone else, they had to use commercial showers like Wash-Your-Ass.

A panel opened in front of Dazanna. Two synthetic hands extended on flexible arms. Somewhere on the station, someone had logged into the Wash-Your-Ass system and paid a higher fee than Dazanna had to operate these hands. They would be wearing tele-sensory gloves that would simulate how would it feel like to touch Dazanna.

Dazanna wondered if they were male or female.

The hands went straight to her large tits.

“It’s a guy,” Dazanna said.

The synthetic hands squeezed her breasts. Dazanna relaxed into the groping. Protocols programmed into the hands prevented the user from doing any harm. The hands glided over her wet tits and any squeezing was gentle and free of pinching.

Tiny nozzles emerged from the walls and sprayed a white liquid onto Dazanna’s body. The liquid reacted with the water and turned into foam. There was a slight tingling sensation as the foam broke down inorganic molecules.

Dazanna moaned again. The foam felt nice. It was an essential part of the process. The foam did most of the cleaning, allowing the operator of the hands to focus on what they wanted to.

The synthetic hands moved down to Dazanna’s hips. The soft texture of the pseudo-digits gently scrubbed her skin as they moved their way down to her thighs. The hands encased her left thigh and rubbed up and down.

Dazanna was surprised. The hands skipped her vussy. She would have thought they would go straight to her genitals. Did this person have restraint? Nah, they were probably just a leg person.

The force of the water increased. Dazanna moaned as the foam was washed away from her body. When the water pressure subsided, more gel was sprayed onto her body and turned into foam.

The hands on Dazanna’s thighs moved to her ass. Soft fingers cupped her buttocks and squeezed. Two thumbs came close to her asshole but didn’t attempt to penetrate.

Dazanna smiled. That was the safety protocols kicking in. Still, the synthetic fingers did touch her anus and did a thorough job of scrubbing.

Another nozzle emerged from the ceiling. It sprayed a green gel onto Dazanna’s wet blue hair. A second pair of synthetic hands emerged from the ceiling and tenderly stroked the gel through her hair.

“Fuck yes,” Dazanna whispered. This was the best part. She had paid extra to have the system clean her hair automatically. These hands were controlled by an artificial intelligence that was more concerned with hygiene then hair play.

The hands on Dazanna’s ass let go of her soapy buttocks. One hand returned to her right breast. Fortunately, that was one the one plastered in semen, so it could do with a little extra scrubbing. The hand moved in a circular manner, rubbing the tingling foam into her skin as it manipulated her heavy tit.

The other hand went to Dazanna’s sex.

“Finally,” Dazanna said. She had been well-fucked today, but she always welcomed a little attention on her vussy.

The synthetic hand cupped her sex. Protocols prevented it from entering her but it couldn’t stop it from grinding. The soft fingers ran up and down the lips of her foaming vussy.

Dazanna’s hips responded in kind. She humped the gentle fingers as they played with her vussy. Sometimes a finger would slip a few centimeters inside her before pulling back out.

Meanwhile, the hands above her continued to wash her hair. The fingers alternated between massaging her scalp and stroking shampoo through the length of her wet hair. Targeted water jets washed away any excess shampoo.

Dazanna was lost in sensations. The expert washing of her hair released the tension in the upper half of her body. The fondling of her vussy thrilled and stimulated her bottom half. She couldn’t decide which was better.

The hand on Dazanna’s breast rose to her face. Soft fingers stroked her cheek. A thumb slid playfully over her lips. She kissed the thumb and hoped the user to could feel it.

The water pressure increased once more. Foam slid from her body and into the drain. The hands in her hair wrung the last of the shampoo from her hair.

More gel sprayed onto her body. A third and final layer of foam was generated.

The hands in Dazanna’s hair moved to her shoulders. It scrubbed her arms with the same precision it used for her hair. These hands would clean what the hand operator had neglected. In this case, that was everything except Dazanna’s tits, ass and vussy.

The operator knew that time was running out. The hand on her sex moved up and down her vussy lips. The other hand went to her right breast and squeezed with urgent pulses.

Dazanna was close. If the hand on her sex just moved slightly quicker, she could get off. There was no clear way to tell the operator. The audio sensors garbled any attempt at verbal communication to prevent operators from stalking customers. It would be easiest just to show him how to touch her, but if she let go of the safety handles, then the shower would stop. Dazanna was helpless.

It was a pleasant dilemma.

The automated hands scrubbed her back. They rubbed at her sore muscles with tender care. Foam flowed down her back and down between the crack of her ass.

Dazanna realized she was going about this wrong. She didn’t need the hand on her vussy to go faster; she needed him to just keep his hand where it was. Her body would do the rest.

She rolled her hips and grinded against the hand. Her mouth opened and she let out a loud moan. She looked directly at the camera with her best fake orgasm face.

The synthetic hand froze. The operator thought he had made her come.

Dazanna continued her performance. She bit her lip. She shuddered. She rolled her eyes. Most of all, she grinded faster against those soft synthetic fingers.

The automatic hands moved down to Dazanna’s ass. They cupped the outside of her buttocks. Circular motions jiggled her ass.

Dazanna came, for real this time. She screamed her pleasure and her victory. Foam flew as her body quivered.

When she was done shaking, the synthetic hand left her vussy. It gave her tit a final squeeze before retracting into the wall. A moment later, the automatic hand scrubbed the vussy juice from her tit.

Dazanna laughed. She had came just in time. The shower was almost over.

A final surge of hot water cleaned the last of the foam from Dazanna. The automatic hands retracted and the water ceased. Blasts of hot air struck Dazanna from different angles, aiming to remove every drop of the precious water from her body.

The door opened. Dazanna reluctantly let go of the safety handles. The showers were always over too soon. It was a shame, but there was no denying how clean she felt. It was money well spent.

Of course, there was nothing stopping Dazanna from getting dirty again and coming back tonight.

Jul 222020

“Are you into that kind of stuff?”

I looked up from the table of rope, cuffs and blindfolds. The woman who asked me the question was the operator of this flea market booth. She had grey hair, thick glasses and vague shape of a body under her baggy sweater and jeans.

“Yeah,” I said.

“So, you’re in the lifestyle, she said.

“Yes,” I said. She meant the bondage/domination/fetish scene. I didn’t tell her that it had been months since I actually hung out with kinky people and that my ‘lifestyle’ these days were mostly reading dirty ebooks.

“I got something in the back you might want,” the older woman said.

“Okay,” I said. The back must be where she keeps the real kinky shit that would scare the locals.

“Roy, keep an eye on things,” the woman said to a man closer to my age. Roy nodded back and kept looking at his phone.

The flea market was inside a warehouse, with curtains. The older woman pulled aside a curtain to show another curtained area. I followed her as she pulled aside another curtain. I felt like I was going through flimsy airlocks.

A cage sat on the floor. The cage was about three feet high. A woman with curly red hair sat inside the cage, wearing a red bikini top and bottom. She had her back to the cage and her legs open. There wasn’t enough room for her to stretch her legs so her knees were up. Bright hazel eyes looked up at me.

A sign was on top of the cage. It read, “$500”

I fought back a laugh. “Prostitution at the flea market is a new one,” I said.

“Leah ain’t a whore,” the older woman said. “She’s a slave. You can take her home for $500 and keep her.”

I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I did. I started with the most important question.

“Are you consenting to this?” I asked the caged woman.

Leah nodded her head. She crawled forward in the cage until she was up against the bars. Her bikini-covered tits pressed against the bars. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue.

“Leah’s a horny one,” the older woman said. “She belonged to my husband Bob, but he passed away two weeks ago. I don’t got much use for her. I prefer boys. She don’t talk to her family and it felt wrong to just kick her out.”

I squatted down in front of Leah. Her tongue curled and beckoned me. I raised my finger to her lips. She opened her mouth and I slid my finger between her lips. Leah closed her mouth and sucked.

“Why don’t you give her to one of your friends?” I asked.

The older woman shrugged. “They already got slaves and lovers. Plus, I didn’t want to just give away someone of value. That don’t feel right.”

Leah held my eyes as she sucked my finger. Her tongue slowly licked me.

“I don’t know,” I said. “What is her upkeep like? I never actually had a slave full time. Does she expect an allowance?”

Leah shook her head in the negative, with my fingers in her mouth.

“She don’t need money,” the older woman said. “Leah just likes to fuck, get tied up and spanked. Bob had her mow the lawn and help out with the chores. I got to tell you though, she can’t cook worth a damn.”

“Hmm,” I said and I pulled my finger from her mouth. Leah pouted.

“I had a girlfriend who wanted to be a full time slave,” I said. “It got exhausting. She was always expecting me to come up with new shit to do to her.”

Leah frowned. Her hazel eyes reminded me of a puppy.

“Nah, Leah ain’t like that at all,” the older woman said. “Just let her masturbate when she wants to and she’ll be fine. Bob used to give her old shoes to rub herself with. That kept her happy.”

Leah pulled down on her bikini top. The red fabric slid down to reveal lovely tan lines. She stopped just short of exposing her nipples.

Fuck, I wanted her. I stood back up. Could I afford a second person on my salary? There wasn’t that much room in the trailer. This might be a bad idea.

On the other hand, I wouldn’t have to mow the lawn again.

“Five hundred is a bit much,” I said. “Especially since I will need to feed her, take care of her toiletries and any other expenses. Can you do two hundred?”

Leah’s smile got bigger. Good, she wasn’t offended by the haggling.

“I am going to need more than that,” the older woman said. “I have sunk a lot of money into her the past two years. It would be nice to get some of that back. How about four hundred?”

“Hmmm,” I said.

Leah let go of her bikini top and reached for her sex instead. Her fingers stayed above the bikini bottom, but there was nothing subtle about her rubbing. A flush came over her face.

“See what I mean?” the older woman said. “She gets horny at the drop of a dime. Bad mouth her and she only gets hornier. You would never need to jack off again.”

“That is a plus,” I admitted. “But I am thinking I will need to buy some new clothes for her. Can you do three hundred?”

Leah rubbed her crotch harder. She bit her lip and looked up at me.

“Tell you what,” the woman said. “Make it three fifty, and I’ll throw in her old clothes I was planning to sell. It is about a suitcase worth.”

Leah trembled. Did she just come?

“Three hundred and twenty-five,” I said and I offered my hand to the woman.

The older woman hesitated. “Fine,” she said. “I’m tried of the house smelling like pussy.”

We shook on it. As I handed over my credit car, Leah let out a low trembling moan.

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Jul 202020

The naked ninety-nine foot tall woman smashed through downtown. Her massive foot flattened a sports car and the senior market analyst inside. A hip brushed against a building and tore a chunk of it off. Long brown hair fluttered but only slightly as the hair was too heavy for the wind to move.

A helicopter approached her from behind. Twin machine guns unleashed a volley of bullets at her ass. The high-speed impacts barely dimpled her enormous buttock.

The giantess cried out in rage more than pain. Windows shattered from her screams. She spun around and reached for the helicopter. The pilot was mesmerized by the swinging of mountainous breasts and failed to evade in time. She grabbed the bottom of the helicopter and crushed it in her hand. Helicopters blades detached and flew through the air.

The annoyance taken care of, the giantess turned at the intersection. Her shoulder clipped another office building, gouging a massive hole. The floor above the point of collision collapsed. Debris, glass and gawking onlookers fell from the building and onto the giantess.

One of those gawking onlookers was David Swertz. He screamed as he plummeted towards the ninety-nine foot tall woman’s freckled shoulder. When he landed, the impact knocked the wind out of him. He gasped for air when he should have been gasping for skin. A moment later, he slid down the front of the giantess’ chest.

It was a slippery slide. Sweat coated the giantess’ body. David slid down the ZZZx10^120 cup, gaining momentum from the sloped curve. The skin was too hard and the sweat was too slick. He just couldn’t get a grip.

David looked down. The nipple was fast approaching. Maybe he could grab onto the spongy flesh. He twisted and turned his body to aim for the nipple.

The slick skin gave way to the bumpy texture of the aureole. David grabbed on with everything he had. His fingers dug in and his momentum slowed. The nipple came up between his legs and he scissored his legs tight around it.

David came to a stop. He did it! He was alive! Overcome with joy, he kissed the breast that he was holding onto.

The giantess growled. The low-pitch rumble filled David’s bones.

He looked up. The Giantess looked down on him. She frowned.

“Sorry!” he yelled.

Massive fingers brushed David off the life-saving nipple.

The giantess flashed before his eyes. A pale flat stomach. A thick forest of brown pubic hair. Thick thighs. Shapely calves. Feet the size of buses.

Gray asphalt.

Jul 132020

There was no where for me to sit so I stood behind Aki as she worked. The hacker typed at her keyboard as eight monitors bathed the room in blue light. Small action figures, all of them with bunny ears, crowded her desk. A window was open to let in small breeze but the air was still too warm.

“The crypto-locks are Russian made,” Aki said.

I didn’t answer. It was all gibberish to me. My job was to take the data that Aki stole and deliver it by hand to my client. Because of hackers like Aki, my client preferred to do as much offline as possible. That was fine with me.

Aki clicked her mouse. One of the monitors spewed green numbers. She leaned closer to the monitor, seeing something in the numbers that I never would.

With nothing else to look at, I looked at Aki. The round glasses were a little too big for her face. Straight brown hair, parted down the middle, was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She wore a torn t-shirt that exposed her right shoulder. A tattoo of a rabbit was crouched in the crook of her neck.

“There,” Aki said. “We have to wait for the program to break the cascade locks before we can continue.”

“How long will that take?” I ask.

Aki typed and one of the monitors changed to a countdown clock. It read five minutes and three seconds.

I sighed. Five minutes at staring at action figures and monitors.

“Take off your pants,” Aki said.

“Excuse me,” I said.

“Take off your pants and I’ll suck you off,” she said. The hacker was still looking at her monitors.

“Uh, no thank you,” I said. “Five minutes isn’t enough to get me off and I don’t want to do my job with a hard-on for the rest of the night.”

Aki turned her swivel chair to face me. I never noticed how full her lips were until now. Were those implants?

“If I don’t get you off before the locks are broken, you can come back later tonight and fuck my ass.”

I looked at Aki’s seat. She was a small woman. It would be a tight fit.

“Why?” I asked.

Aki shrugged. “We have time to kill.”

I studied the young woman’s face. It was hard to read her eyes because all I could see was the reflection of the monitors in her glasses. There was no hint of desire or seduction. She was bored and waiting for an answer

“Fuck it,” I said and I unzipped my pants.

Aki didn’t wait for me to finish undressing. She reached into my briefs and pulled out my cock. Opening her lips, she stuck out her tongue and took a slow lick of my head. My member throbbed and grew harder. She took another lick and then another.

Four minutes and thirty seconds.

My cock was fully erect. Aki closed her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue swiped back and forth. She stroked my hard length with her tiny hand.

I growled. Her lips were damn soft. I didn’t know how implants would feel, but these lips felt real. They were blowjob lips.

Aki leaned forward. Half of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She looked up at me and turned her head slightly so that my cock would make her cheek bulge. Staying in that position, she stroked my cock. The countdown clock was reflected in her glasses.

It was damn sexy to watch. My hips bucked as I tried to fuck her mouth but her grip tightened. She kept me in place as she rolled her tongue over my dick.

Three minutes and fifty seconds.

Aki turned in her swivel chair. She faced her monitors with my cock in her mouth. The tip of my cock popped free but she kept her lips on it. Those full luscious blowjob lips slid over the head of my cock with slick ease. Her tongue stuck out and wrapped underneath it.

I shuddered. Aki turned slightly and took me back into her mouth. More of my cock slid into her, almost three quarters of my length. She lingered and circled my cock with her tongue.

Aki moved back and forth, her lips loose on my cock. Her tongue swiped back and forth with lazy care. With each cycle, she turned her head to the side so that her right cheek would bulge and then her left. All the while, her hand kept stroking the base of my cock.

Three minutes and one second.

I wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass. Would she take me into her bedroom or would be do it right here at her desk? Maybe she would kneel on her chair and spread her ass for me. I would push into her until her small frame was impaled on my thick cock.

Would she moan? Would she squeal? Would she be silent and slightly bored?

Aki pulled her head back. Her lips closed around the top half of the cock head. Spit glistened in the flickering monitor light. I felt the tip of her tongue gently lap at the slit of my dick.

I shuddered. I reached down and grabbed her bare shoulder. The tattoo bunny was inches away from my thumb.

Aki tilted her head up. The monitor-reflected glasses looked up at me. The head of my cock almost slipped out of her plump lips. Almost.

That was when I knew. I would not be fucking her ass. Not tonight.

Aki lowered her head and turned to the side again. The length of my cock vanished again. Her cheek bulged with the head of my cock. Tight fingers pumped the base of my cock. A wet tongue traced a vein.

I came. I swear her cheek bounced from the force of my ejaculation.

Aki leaned forward. This time all of my length disappeared between her lips. The tip of her nose touched my crotch. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed one load after another.

One minute and thirty seconds remained.

When there was no more left to swallow, Aki slowly pulled back. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked. Her tongue was quicker now, scrubbing and polishing as my length slipped past her lips. When the tip finally emerged, it was completely clean of spit and seed.

Aki turned back to her computer. I tried to catch my breath as I zipped my pants back up.

“Fuck, that was good,” I said.

“Shh,” Aki said. “Busy now.” She typed at her keyboard as eight monitors flashed new information.

I kept quiet as she returned to her true passion.

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Maxwell Booker stared at the ceiling. A large screen displayed an alien skyscape. Pink and brown clouds floated in contrasting directions. It reminded him of lava lamp.

He was lying on a table, though the surface he was on was padded and not uncomfortable. Something metallic held onto his wrists, stretching his arms past his head. The same hard restraints locked his ankles in place. His arms, body and legs formed a straight line on the table.

Maxwell had woken up on this table. The last thing he remembered was defending the President in the White House Bunker and failing. That’s not true. The last thing he remembered was getting smothered in giant purple tits. Clearly, he had been taken prisoner.

Was this a cell or an interrogation room? Maxwell looked around the room, searching for a clue. The white walls were devoid of decoration or furniture. He wasn’t even sure where the light was coming from.

Maxwell just wished he knew why the Venusians had stripped him naked. It was probably to humiliate him. If he was embarrassed, then it would soften him up for their questions.

Fuck that. Maxwell wasn’t going to tell them anything. To be honest, he didn’t really know that much since his primary job was protecting an idiot President who was now dead, but the aliens didn’t know that. He would stall and make them waste their time interrogating him. All they would get from him is his name and rank.

There was a hissing sound. A crack formed in one of the white walls. Someone stepped through.

It was a Venusian. Eight feet tall, and mostly naked, the Venusian looked like a human woman with purple skin and black hair. Well, no human had tits that big or black nipples that large. Also, no human had muscles bulging up and down her arms and legs while still so strongly identifying as female.

Was it the same Venusian that had captured Maxwell? He couldn’t tell. She had the same black hair, yellow eyes and luscious lips as the other one, but he couldn’t be sure. No one had ever seen a Venusian outside their battle armor until Maxwell was captured.

The Venusian wasn’t alone. Another purple alien woman walked in, followed by another and then another and another. Maxwell counted a total of twelve giantesses before the crack in the wall disappeared.

A heavy scent hung in the air. It was sweet and reminded Maxwell of a flower shop. He found himself drooling.

The Venusians surrounded the table. They leaned in close to look at Maxwell. Some of them gazed at him like he was a snack.

Maxwell studied them as best he could from his position. Some of them had red streaks in their black hair. One had a red eye that looked artificial. Another had remarkably larger breasts for her already well-endowed kind.

Inevitably, his cock responded to the sight of so much bare flesh. It throbbed and hardened with each pulse.

A Venusian pointed and a whistle sound came from her lips. The other Venusians answered with whistles of their own. Those who didn’t whistle licked their lips.

Maxwell didn’t know what to do. He pulled on his restraints but they held on just as tightly as they had since he had woken up.

One of the Venusians reached for Maxwell’s cock. He tried to twist away from her but it was useless. The Venusian had a white streak in her long black hair. She gripped Maxwell’s cock with surprising gentleness.

Maxwell froze. They had his cock. He sure as fuck didn’t want to anger them.

The white-streaked Venusian whistled. The other Venusians whistled back. Her palm was as wide as Maxwell’s cock was long. She curled two of her smaller fingers around Maxwell’s member.

Maxwell groaned. His cock pulsed in the Venusian’s hand.

The Venusian stroked Maxwell’s cock. Up and down she went, all the time whistling those strange sounds.

The other Venusians leaned in closer. Massive purple breasts hung above Maxwell. Some Venusians stared at his member while a few stared at his face.

One Venusian with two red streaks in her hair and a silver ring through her nipple, whistled something. She stretched her hand out and touched his balls with the tips of her fingernails. As the white-streaked Venusian continued to stroke, the red-streaked Venusian rubbed his balls.

“Oh fuck,” Maxwell groaned. Did they not have cocks on Venus? Maybe they were just curious about his dick’s ability to grow hard.

The white-streaked Venusian stopped whistling and leaned over Maxwell’s phallus. Spit fell from her lips. The Venusian kept stroking, smearing her spit over his hard member.

“Fucking shit,” Maxwell said. They knew exactly what his cock was. The alien women were toying with him. Getting him off was probably a part of their plan to humiliate him. Well fuck that. They would get nothing out of him, not even his come!

The other Venusians reached out to touch him. some gripped his legs with their powerful hands. Other ran their fingernails along the side of his broad chest. One Venusian, the one with the largest breasts, reached down and tapped his nose.

Maxwell tried to ignore the many hands touching him. He tried to think about football, but he kept picturing giant naked alien women ramming straight through a defensive line. He switched to multiplication tables but every time he looked at a massive pair of breasts, he doubled the number he was working with. Finally, he tried closing his eyes but just made him even more aware of how many aliens were touching him.

The Venusian at his cock tightened her grip. She also stroked him faster. More spit fell onto his cock.

“Fucking fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Maxwell groaned.

The alien woman bopping Maxwell’s nose stopped. She bent down closer to look at him. Her giant purple breasts dangled inches from his face. He caught himself lifting his head to try to nuzzle them.

The alien stroking his balls moved her fingers to the tip of his cock instead. She rubbed the bit of pre-come that was forming. Maxwell watched her bring her fingers to her nose, sniff and then take a lick.

“Oh, FUCK!” Maxwell groaned. He had to keep from coming. It was only act of defiance left to him. He couldn’t let himself come. This was for America!

The Venusian who tasted his pre-come reached for his cock. The tip of her fingernail touched the head of his member. Slowly, she traced the circumference of Maxwell’s cockhead.

Maxwell gritted his teeth. He looked up at the Venusian above his head. She opened her mouth and a pink tongue licked her dark lips.

That was the final straw. Maxwell climaxed. A stream of seed shot into the air like a rocket. One of the Venusians snatched it from the air with lightning speed. She licked it from her hand.

The Venusian kept pumping his cock. More seed flew upwards. The Venusians tried to snatch it from the air with their incredible speed. As soon as one caught a load, they licked their fingers clean. Not a single drop landed in Maxwell or the table.

As Maxwell came, the Venusian above his head lowered her nipple to his mouth. He lunged upwards and wrapped his lips around it. His tongue flickered as fast as he could.

The nipple tasted like lavender.

When there was no more seed to pump, the white-streaked Venusian let go of his cock. She whistled and the others whistled back. some of the whistles reminded Maxwell of giggles.

The Venusian above Maxwell stood up. Her nipple popped from Maxwell’s mouth. A line of spit connected her black nipple to his lips but it was soon broken.

The Venusians headed back to the wall. The crack re-appeared. Maxwell watched a dozen perfect purple asses leave the room.

“Fuck,” he whispered. What was that all about? He had no idea.

Above him, pink and brown clouds collided together on the view screen.


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While taking a shower I’m almost expecting Wendy to join me, but I know that she would probably be checking up on Clive taking a bath or busy making supper, but hey a guy can wish can’t he? I still can’t believe that my love for cricket got me into this situation. After getting dressed again I walk to the dining room and find Clive and Wendy sitting at table, chatting about schoolwork. I sit down at the place set for me and listen to them talking, a while later my opinions gets asked about various projects that they have at school and we discuss, Ok Wendy and me discuss, Clive makes statements about ideas for the projects. After a while Wendy gets up and fetches supper, chicken with macaroni and cheese, she seem so calm and relaxed, I can’t believe it’s the same woman who less than three hours ago begged me to fuck her and moaned like a porn star.

We eat while still talking about the projects and after supper, I help Wendy clean up the dishes. Clive is almost half asleep by now, he had a long day at school and he did almost spend the whole afternoon practicing, so Wendy excuses herself as she takes him to bed. I make my way to the television room and sit down in a plush armchair, I place my hands behind my head and lean backwards. I’m staring at one paintings on the wall and I can smell that faint lavender fragrance, I turn my head just in time to watch her climb onto my lap. She smile down at me and lean down to kiss me, I place my hand behind her head and return her soft, gentle kiss, she slowly break the kiss and look at me

“It’s been a while since I could be young, Clive’s dad doesn’t allow much for that”

I smile up at her, and pull her down for another kiss. I’m going to do my civic duty and hell I’m going to enjoy doing it. Our tongues slowly explore each other’s mouths and I can feel her body starting to grow a bit warmer under my hands. She suddenly break the kiss and lean back, I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric of the t-shirt and I can see her faint smile

“Don’t worry, I like it when you look, at least you enjoy them”

I run my fingers over her hard nipples and look up into her eyes, I slowly run my hands down her body and up her soft skin under the t-shirt, she watch me in silent anticipation, I slowly stroke over the soft undersides of her breasts and she sigh softly, I slowly stroke over her breasts, savoring her firm yet soft breasts as I spread my hands over them. I’m sure I can fit three of my hands over one of her breasts, but she seem to enjoy the attention I give to them at the moment. I rub my hands over the sides and over her breasts, not touching her nipples at all. She pulls off her t-shirt and reveal her full breasts, her rose pink nipples stands out hard and aching to be touched, she leans back, her hands on my legs pushing her breasts out. I lean forward, kissing the soft under parts of her breasts as I run my palms over her breasts. She’s panting softly in anticipation by now as I kiss my way slowly to her one nipple, I run my tongue over her puckered areola and then suck her whole nipple into my mouth, she groans and grind her pelvis down into my lap. I keep stroking her breasts as I suck her nipple, rubbing my tongue all over it. I pull my head away as I keep sucking and her nipple slip out of my mouth with a loud pop, I suck her other nipple into my mouth and she dig her nails into my legs as I suck on it and rub my tongue over it. She wiggles her butt over my lap until her pelvis is pressed against me, then she lean forward, placing her arms around my neck as I suck on her nipples

“That’s it baby, I love that, don’t stop”

Just to be spiteful I pull her nipple out of my mouth and kiss her neck, gently nibbling on it, she arches her neck to give me more space

“Mmmm I love that as well”

I softly kiss and nibble on her neck and she rub her breasts against me, I slowly stroke over her naked back and she shudders deliciously as I press my fingers firmly into some nerve points

“God you’re killing me”

I softly nibble her earlobe and whisper in her ear

“I’m just giving a pretty woman the attention she deserves”

I go back to kissing her neck and she sighs happily as I continue to press firmly on her back, I slowly kiss my way back to her one nipple and suck it back into my mouth, suddenly she shoves me away and gets up, she grins at me then turns around and bend over as she slowly pull her mini down her long shapely legs, I watch as she uncovers her firm ass and then her naked pussy, she tosses her hair and smile at me over her shoulder and wiggle her ass at me. I jump out of the chair and strip off my clothes, I run my hands over her ass and give it a light slap, she jumps with shock, but stand still and make soft moaning sounds as I continue to rub her ass. My cock is throbbing and her display really fires me on and I push her up against the nearest wall, she giggles and spread her legs

“I always wanted to get done this way”

I guide my raging cock to her wet pussy and again I slip in easily, she moans as I thrust my cock deep into her, I grab her hips and start to pump my cock in and out of her pussy, she moans loudly again, she supports herself with one arm and with the other hand she plays with her breasts as I pull her into my thrusts by her hips, she looks back at me with a wicked grin

“Before you try to pull out again, I want to feel you cum inside me”

I nod my head and slip one hand from her hip and start to rub her wet, rock hard clit, she bites onto her head resting against the wall as she shudders in orgasm, her flow of juices quickly coats my cock, balls, groin, her ass and runs down her legs to pool at her heels. As she shudders through her climax I keep pumping my cock in and out of her pussy, my groin slapping hard against her ass, when she finally pulls her mouth from her clenched fist, she gasps for breath and look back at me with adoration. I look her in the eye as I softly slaps her ass, she smiles and close her eyes and lean her head forward, moaning softly each time I thrust hard into her. I pinch her clit and that sends her over the edge again, she bites into her fist again as her body shudders, her pussy convulsing around my cock, sends me over the edge and again I cum hard inside her, filling her up again, she sighs and shudders as she feel my cum pumping into her again. When I pull out of her she stand up and pick up her clothing, she smile at me and motion for me to follow, I quickly gather my clothes and walk after her as she lead me upstairs to another room, she turns around and smile at me.

“I come here when I want a good view”

She pulls open the curtains, the window looks out on the river and the lights on the other bank shines softly, the soft moonlight falls onto her body, lighting her up like a goddess, I can see her inner thighs glistening as she walk slowly to the double bed facing the window, she gets in and I quickly join her before she changes her mind. She leans over me, slipping her leg over me, I slip a hand around her and cup her firm ass, our kiss is soft and gentle, she snuggles up to me and start to rub her wet, warm pussy against me.

“Think you could go another round?”

I can’t believe it, here she is rubbing our mixed cum against me, she’s a mother and married and she wants me to have sex with her for a third time! Well I wasn’t going to refuse the lady any time soon if you get my meaning. I replied by kissing her and pulling her on top of me, she responds by kissing me more passionately and rubbing herself against me, I firmly massage her lower back and ass as we kiss passionately. I press my fingers firmly just above her ass, working in a triangle form, she groans into my mouth and I can feel her growing hotter again, she moans loudly as I fondle her ass. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t saddle up a nymphomaniac here, also how her pussy would taste, the thought lets me slip a hand between us as rub two fingers over her clit, it’s already rock hard and I squeeze her ass as I firmly rub her clit, she shudders in pleasure and I can feel her dripping our mixed juices onto me, I roll her onto her back and look down at her, she looks so sexy in this light, her lovely face, her slender neck, her shapely arms, her full, firm breasts with their small rock hard nipples, her thin middle, the gentle swell of her hips, her long, well toned legs and between them her wet, inviting pussy. I waste no time in burying my cock inside her pussy, she sighs as I softly enters her. She wrap her arms around me as I start to stroke into her, slowly edging deeper with each thrust, her legs hook around me and she clings to me as I continue a slow, drawn out rhythm, slowly building up my pace as I continue to stroke my cock in and out of her body. Our lips lock and hold as our bodies move together, gone is the woman that wanted to get fucked, this woman wanted to be loved. I hold her tightly as I continue to stroke deep into her willing body, her moans is soft, her groans as I fill her up is punctuated with soft sighs of pleasure, she whimpers softly each time I pull back, her pussy clings to my cock, her tight walls gripping and releasing my cock, after long tender moments she cling harder to me as she climaxes, her body shivering as she drives up to meet my cock’s strokes into her, she looks up at me and stroke my face as I keep thrusting into her, my thrusts growing shorter and more rapid as each stroke brings me closer

“Cum in me baby, I want to feel you…”

The rest of her words gets drowned out as my orgasm washes over me and I cum hard inside her again, she shudders as my cum pumps into her again, I groan softly

“Ah honey that feels soooo good”

She practically purrs in my ear as I collapse on top of her, she holds me, gently stroking my back until I have enough energy to roll from her, she kisses me softly and drape herself over me again.

“So is that considered payment for the first week?”

I look at her and smile

“I would say that is for the whole summer”

Her laugh is soft

“The first week then, it seems like Clive’s new contract will keep him out of town for quite some time”

I smile at the prospect and ideas, she trace my smile and kiss me softly, she then lowers her hair on my chest and I listen to her breathing as she falls asleep, I wonder if Clive would approve of what his mother just did, I grin at what his father would have to say and fall asleep with an arm around Wendy

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2009-09-18 15:09:23
you need to learn how to use periods, not so many commas.

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2009-09-17 23:29:14
Great, now get Wendy pregnant. It doesn't matter if husband knows about or not, just have lots of sex and loving and pregnancies.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-09-15 17:53:27

2009-09-15 02:07:36
The description of hot sex was barely adequate, but managed to generate enough heat for a turn-on.
The grammar was atrocious, even for a porn story. One does not read porn stories to learn grammar, but this one was so bad it was beyond readable limits.

2009-09-14 22:08:07
don't write again, pass it on to a writer who knows how to use a small thing called grammar. The past tense was really ruining it, Great great idea, but im afraid you killed it. At least make the sex longer then a paragraph...

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    Posts: 48
    Well I bought the starter kit with MGX and lube. First impressions is that it seemed really small. Ive done some experimenting with anal play during masturbation sessions before and inserted larger things. Getting the MGX in was easy with the lube. I could tell it was pushing on the prostrate because I had precum. I did the excersises for a while with contractions timed with breathing. The only time I could really feel interaction with the spot was during the tightening of the muscle once it was tightened completely there was no real sensation at all. I tried speeding up the contraction and this seemed to be getting me somewhere at first but then nothing. Maybe Im expecting to much. I always just used prostrate stimulation during masturbation to heighten the sensation of a regular penile orgasm I never thought it was possible to have a hands free experience until I read about the Aneros. Maybe the MGX is to small for me? Maybe Im laying in the wrong position? Am I doing something wrong?

    *edit* After reading the keys to the backdoor post I think not being hard might have had alot to do with my lack of success. *sigh* Wasn't sure if it was necessary.
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    New users (almost) always feel frustrated when instant results are not realized. Read the stickies at the top of the forum, read the wiki, expect nothing, And most of all simply relax.

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    Posts: 48
    Thanks for the replies guys Ive been reading the Chery picks and the Wiki today, and learned a lot. I think Ive been trying a little to hard. I had no idea there was so much info on the subject, its a lot to absorb. I think mostly I'm going to start just enjoying what ever sensations I get and not try and press so much. Ive also gotta do something about the perineum tab its hella uncomfortable at times and I'm also really wondering if its hitting the right spot as I think my sweet spot is closer to the penis than where it tab is sitting.
    Posts: 990

    Re the perineum tab, there have been many comments and suggestions made about the P-tab, especially the one on the MGX model.

    I solved the problem by inserting it into the rubber bulb from an eye dropper. That has the effect of softening the aggressiveness of the tab and cushioning the pressure that it applies. You will probably find, as I did, that with familiarity, the pressure becomes less uncomfortable, indeed it actually becomes more pleasurable.

    The MGX is actually not my favourite model anymore. You might find the Helix model more comfortable as it has a much smaller P-tab.

    Best of luck,

    Posts: 2,373

    Welcome to the Forum,

    Your initial foray into the Aneros World was not unusual. Your statement "Maybe Im expecting to much." is correct, this method of sensual stimulation is different from traditional penile stimulation/masturbation. When immediate results are not felt, new users often think they may be "...doing something wrong?" or have the wrong model Aneros or some other reason. The simple fact is that it may be necessary to adjust your mental approach to understanding what constitutes an orgasm and how one may obtain them in a different manner. This is a paradigm thought shift away from traditional masturbatory practices.

    I think you may have misinterpreted 'BF Mayfield's thread regarding the term "arousal" or "aroused", in the context of that thread it is not necessarily referring to ones erectile state but rather it is referring to ones mental state, please read the Are you "aroused"? thread for more detail.

    As regards your "sweet spot" please don't let finding that spot become an obstacle or obsession for you. I've been a user for more than three years and I still have not found my "sweet spot" but have had many orgasms from Aneros use anyway.

    As regards the P-tab discomfort, I suggest you read Softening the P-tab in the WIKI. This problem will likely vanish in time as your body becomes inured to Aneros use.

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    You can also see it if you visit this Blog entry.
    Posts: 48
    I had quite the session yesterday night, woke up around 10:30 and decided I'd pop it in and enjoy myself for a while. I was defiantly having P-waves I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a super-o for like 5 min then it just kind of eluded me. I really enjoyed the session and I'm learning to just try and enjoy whatever good feeling come from my sessions. I am considering trying a different model though. I think the helix or progasm would be more enjoyable. I guess that's a common feeling with new folks? Ive read where people have had better results with the larger models when switching to them right off the bat though.
    Its amazing to me how much nipple stimulation enhances the Aneros experience. I've never been into my nipples honestly it always makes me think of the Adam Sandler movie "Little Nicky" and the guy in that lol. Anyway its odd how much 2 different areas of the body can effect each other like that. Id have never put the 2 together until I had read about it here.


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