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Like lots of guys who seldom have a secure sex-related companion (as well as, I suppose, numerous that do), self pleasure is a big part of my life. It’s one of my preferred points. I have actually been getting myself off more days than except the bulk of 20 years currently. (Numerous memories!) Doing so will probably never ever actually get old for me, however after years of efficiently bringing myself to orgasm in standard methods, I seemed like it was time to attempt something brand-new when it involved fastidiously pleasuring myself.

As well as since autoerotic asphyxiation was off the table for safety reasons (I live alone and do not have a spotter) I determined instead that it had to do with time I stuck something up my ass and saw what was what.

I chose it was time to connect with my prostate.

In the past couple of years, I would certainly heard and also check out a quite substantial quantity about prostate stimulation. Due to my supposed part-time job as a sex, dating and partnerships writer (my Mommy is extremely proud), I have usually been sent out literature and tools to aid with the process if I ever before selected to meddle it.

Yet I never did, until lately.

I was losing out.

What took me as long?

Most likely my primarily unaware penchant to skew toward the milquetoast and vanilla, which I have been recently trying to burst out of. It took me a while to make peace with the reality that putting something in my butt might boost my sex life, be it solo or otherwise.

When I got my hands on a Vector, a shaking prostate massager that likewise provides some love to the perineum (passionately known in some circles as the taint), I made a decision to bill it up, lube it up as well as offer it a try.

When you have not truly place something in your very own rectum before, you certainly question what that’s mosting likely to resemble. As well as I’m happy to report that my experience with putting the Vector had not been undesirable or challenging– I would recommend a healthy and balanced quantity of lube. It really did not, like, move right in, but I do not think it’s truly meant to, you understand? The truth that the Vector curves towards the front of the body is terrific and, well, important, due to the fact that your prostate lies about two inches in, provide or take, located on the inside your groin.

I thought it was mosting likely to be something of a hunt to locate my prostate, but once the plaything was placed and I ‘d transformed it on to one of its shaking modes, it had not been also tough to find. Or, a minimum of I believe I discovered it. On my initial try (there will be much more), I absolutely really felt something. I’m a writer, so I should be able to explain to you just exactly how it really felt, yet in some cases there actually aren’t methods to verbalize certain feelings. To place it just, it felt pleasurable, but like something I would certainly never ever felt before. While massaging what I believe to have actually been my prostate, I really felt chills throughout my body, and also I stood out a pretty healthy and balanced erection.

From what I check out later on the internet, I do not believe I had a prostate orgasm, however that’s a dragon I’ll maintain chasing. I’m a novice for now, but I’ll get there.

I expect what I drew from the whole experience was that in some cases it’s important and also beneficial to attempt something new, so that you can do your best to live your ideal sexual life.

It was also a charming suggestion that in some cases things that are or used to be forbidden got to be in this way due to the fact that a team of individuals chose they were also prudish and also hindered to assume outside even more traditional or accepted methods of satisfaction and also excitement– and that those reasons aren’t good ones to miss out on something that might actually transform your whole life right.

I presume I likewise learned that it’s fun to stick vibrating stuff in your ass in some cases. Just to shake things up.


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Mortifer - Pt. 1

Video Teaser   |   Part 1   |   Part 2

Summary: Hoseok is what you call a mystery. You don’t know anything about him except for the fact he works at your favourite coffee shop. Until he gets you out of a dangerous situation one day. You want to grow closer to him but in order to find answers, you’ll have to face his demons.

Word count: 4.1k

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Fallen Angel! AU

A/N: In replacement of the prologue i recently deleted, here’s the real first chapter of the series! Enjoy the feels!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do the RFA having a moment of "omg i love her so much" with MC? SFW but like little mini fics or something? Also i la la LOVE your jumin fics when is part 5 coming out omg ^_^

Aye aye captain, you wish is my command anon <(T.T)l. HAHA thank you I am really happy people are loving the Jumin Fic, I believe I will be releasing a Zen one too just because I have some of those chapters done and y’all are getting restless. :D But yes chapter 5 should be out either today or tomorrow so keep ya eyes open ^.^

Yoosung: Last Minute Study Sesh

“MC~ Can we please just watch a movie… I can cram for calculus later” yoosung whined as he tried to give his girlfriend the puppy eyes. That clearly stopped working on her months ago when they first started dating. She looked at him, giving him a mock stern look, he loved how serious she was trying to be for his sake, his heart swelled at how much she cared for him.

“Honey, I am doing this for you, this is one of your main courses for your degree, and your girlfriend happens to be a genius, you should be kissing my feet for sharing my intelligence with you,” MC teased with a giggle.

Ughhhhhhhhh. Fine you win” yoosung said as he came over to his girlfriend begrudgingly, and kissed her cheek. “What would I do without you?”

“Fail, obviously,” MC said with a smirk, as they sat down to study together.

Yoosung knew, he was no going to retain a damn thing that night. He was the luckiest man on earth, he had a beautiful girlfriend, who had a heart of gold AND was smart as hell. He gazed at her, as she began spouting something about Integrals and differentiation. He was mesmerized by her voice, with was intoxicating, he wanted to hear every noise that could come out of that mouth.

Yoosung.” MC said, “Helloooooooo… answer this questions”

“Got it babe.” He began working on the question but was again distracted. MC had decided that her beautiful long locks were getting in the way and decided to tie her hair. Braid it, to be exact. He watched as she pulled her hair back, showcasing her beautiful face even more and her enticing neck. He watched as her intricate fingers slowly took pieces of her hair and began weaving it. The entire experience was mesmerizing, he was in awe at how she managed to look so beautiful at all times. “God I am the luckiest man alive, I love her so much and this God-given gift has given me the pleasure of being my girlfriend.” he thought to himself. He was terrible with words, and still very bashful but he made a promise to himself that he would never ever let her doubt that she was loved.

MC must have felt his eyes on her because she caught him staring, a blush rose to her face, “What? Is there something on my face? Does my hair look weird” she began fretting. He simply leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth, she was taken aback but returned the kiss.

“Babe, you are the single most beautiful thing on this planet. I was just thinking how lucky I was.” yoosung said, as he felt heat rush to his face. She kissed him back and nuzzled him, “I love you too, BUT no more getting distracted, you need to pass. I promise for every question you get right I will give you a kiss, how about it?”

Let’s just say, that this method was extremely effective and Yoosung passed with flying colors.

Zen: Waiting up for you

“Babe, are you coming to bed yet?” MC asked.

Zen felt a pang of guilt, he just received a brand new role and was busy at rehearsals. He barely ever saw his girlfriend and felt guilty that even at home he was practicing his lines. “I am so sorry hon, but I am rehearsing these lines and I will probably be up some more.” he stood up to hug his girlfriend and kiss her on top of her head, “You might have to fall asleep without me again babe.”

“It’s okay babe,” she said trying to hide a yawn, “I’ll wait up for you so we can go together.” She went to grab a book to curl up on the couch to read.

His heart skipped a beat, she was clearly sleepy but put him first so that they could spend some time together. “God, I love her so much” he thought to himself as he sat down to review the lines. She sat on the couch adjacent to him, with a book and a blanket looking absolutely beautiful.

He was surrounded by attractive people every day, but somehow he was always floored by MC. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun, but she put runway models to shame. Tendrils of hair flowed down effortlessly, to frame her beautiful face.She was not wearing any makeup, but in his opinion, she didn’t need to, he felt the hair leaving his lungs just looking at her perfect face. He tried and tried to focus on practicing his lines but how could he when the love of his life was sitting right there? He watched as she read, her expressions were his favorite thing about her. Everything was clearly displayed on her face. She blushed and she flushed with every single plot twist and event. Finally, he had enough, he threw his script down and grabbed her, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom.

“Z-Zen?! I thought you had to practice? Is it okay?” MC asked, feeling flustered.

He simply began covering her face in kisses, telling her how much he loved her and how sorry he was that he wasn’t there. She giggled and began returning his kisses. He made sure to tell her just how lucky he was and how much he loved her every single day. He didn’t know where he would be without her but he never ever wanted to find out.

Jumin: Late Nights and Long Drives

“MC, we could take Driver Kim, if you want to go somewhere. Why on earth do you want to drive around? Look at the time? Is this what commoners do?”

MC laughed, “Yes Jumin, this is how we spend time and relax. I love driving, it relaxes me and I love you and spending time with you. Please?”

“She already knows the answer,” Jumin thought to himself. He buckled his seat belt and braced himself. He would not have a problem with going on a long drive with MC, but she tended to drive a bit recklessly. She was always swerving in between cars, racing cars that would try to cut her off and the road rage that she had was astonishing. She looked so innocent and cute, but when she was mad, Jumin sometimes could not handle her vulgarity. Still, all of these made his heart grow fonder. He loved all of these aspects about her.

As she began driving, she talked to Jumin asking about him. He felt his heart pound, “she knows me so well, she did this because I was stressed at work, sly girl”. He looked at her affectionately as her hair was whipping around her, she had a smile on her face, she was astonishingly beautiful. He had never in his whole life seen something so breathtaking. Her genuine smile, her intoxicating laugh, her addictive voice, Jumin felt his heart drop, he wanted to kiss her so badly. He wanted her so badly.

He had no idea how he had become so lucky. He used to mock couples before, never understanding how someone could be so head over heels for someone, but now he understood. Just the thought of her being sad, crying or simply not being with him made his heart clench painfully. He was hopelessly enamored, but he was not complaining.

He reached and took MC’s had off of the gear shift and intertwined their fingers. He lifted their hands to his mouth and kissed it deeply, hoping to convey even a drop of the feelings he held for them. MC looked over, and then proceeded to do the same, lifting his hand to touch their perfect lips, he felt her smile against his hand.

“MC, I love you, more than anything, more than you can ever imagine. You have made me the happiest man, and surprisingly you make me happier every single day. I did not know it was even possible-” he began to mumble and ramble on. He was never good with emotions, but he would damn well try and make his beloved feel loved.

MC pulled the car over, and kissed him deeply, “I know Juju, and I love you too. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” She smiled as she started the car once more, taking his hand and holding it in her own.

Jumin had to look outside, at the scenery, he felt himself getting choked up. “I am the luckiest man alive, I only hope I can give her an ounce of happiness that she has given me.”

707: Sweet tooth & Sweet Dreams

“BABE. I ORDERED US A FEAST,” MC shouted as she walked into the house, arms full of various foods and sweet treats. She cleared off the dining table and laid the buffet out.

707 loved when she became like this. She had a huge appetite and she was not ashamed what so ever. The girl could eat. He watched as she fixed herself and him a plate, piled high. He kissed her cheek as she sat down next to him, as she asked about his day. He gave her a bland answer and began eating. He watched his girlfriend affectionately, watching her eat was his single most favorite activity.

Her eyes lit up, as she analyzed the food. He could practically see the wheels in her head spinning, trying to figure out what to eat first. Her entire face lit up, reflecting the happiness she felt as she began eating. He felt his heart skip a beat, she looked so beautiful when she was happy. He would buy all the food in the world if it meant that he could preserve that radiant smile. She began talking about her day, he felt his nerves calm down. He was extremely stressed lately due to work, she probably brought all this food to help cheer him up. He loved that they were on the same wavelength, he didn’t even need to say anything, she always knew what he was feeling and knew exactly how to make him feel better.

After finishing their meal, she was in an enormous food coma. She laid down on him as they cuddled on the couch. She was still talking to him, about random stuff, he could only look at her. She was so distracting. Every curve, every feature was so expertly place, he silently thanked god for sending him an angel. All of the anxiety he had felt before, was gone, replaced with a warm feeling. He noticed she had stopped talking and when he looked down at her, he realized that she had fallen asleep on his lap.

He smiled to himself, thinking how foolish he was. He was so happy in this moment, he could die and he would be content. The mere thought of that sent an ache in his body, he realized he didn’t want to die. He wanted to be with her, to laugh with her, to cry. He wanted to grow old with her and have stupid fights with her. He wanted to make up and fall even harder for her. He wanted to see her face in their kids, he wanted to live for her. He could feel himself getting emotional. “You know, I thought I didn’t deserve it. But you make me want to be the best version of myself. God, I love you so much woman, you have no idea. I am so sorry for hurting you and will spend the rest of my life proving myself to be worthy of your love.” he said to her as he peppered her face with kisses.

He would try his hardest, to not push her away. He would fight for her, never let her feel unwanted or unworthy of his love. He would protect her and her smile because god only knew that it was his entire world.

WHOOOO I hope you guys like this. It took me forever to write this (T.T). I have been crazy busy with work, uni, homework and just life in general. I AM SO SORRY. I KNOW I FORGOT BAEHEE ILL ADD HER IN THE MORNING. Please reblog, like, follow and show me and this post some looooooove guys :D Requests are open so please feel free to send in requests for fics, reactions, scenarios or etc. THANKS BABES I LOVES YOU BAI :3

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Request for 107 "This house isn’t even haunted" with our lovely Bucky please.

Finally here is the lil drabble thingy! I’ve had this 79% done in my drafts box since you sent in this request about a fifty years ago. I’m truly sorry about how late this is. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and it’s what you wanted!

Things and Thoughts That Go Bump in the Night (i suck at titles okay?)

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Gangsta. Joker x Reader

A/n: took me a while to think of this one and now it’s my best work yet . Ant this one is the longest yet too xd

Warning : swearing, slight smut

Pairing : (Jared Leto ) Joker x Reader

Plot : the reader is a singer at J’s club and the reader is his favorite girl . When he heard her sing the song “gangsta” he called her in to his VIP room for a “talk”

You worked at the club for a while now . The job was quite enjoyable to your surprise and it paid well so you didn’t complain . The guys who worked there along side you were nice too . Even though you worked for the most dangerous man in Gotham you didn’t fear him .

Yeah . The Joker. Clown Prince of crime.

You actually felt safe with him . In a weird way you were attracted to him . God even thinking that made you question your sanity.

The guy was a murderous psychopath. But some how , he made you get interested . He lived such a dangerous yet free life . You often wondered how does it feel . To not have a care in the world.  Do what you want.  Whenever you want.  You loved the idea . And it always made you shiver . You wanted it so bad.  You wanted to be free like him . Some times you wanted to be just as insane as him .

Wait ?! What were you thinking!?

You shook your head and entered the club . As you walked in , the bartender,  Joe , your good friend , smiled at you , welcoming you to the club as you walked to him .

“Hey Joe , what’s up ” you asked trying to say it loud enough for him to hear you . Usually you made small talk with him before you go on stage . You manly did it to know if the Boss was here . You somehow sing and dance better knowing he’s not watching.  Him watching you made you nervous.  What if you made a mistake?  But it looks like he’s not here .
“Nothing much oh by the way (Y/n) we have the crowd wanting you to sing “that” song so go on and show them what you got “ he smirked.

Oh yeah . That song.  Gangsta.  That song always made you want to sing it as loud as you can . It was perfectly describing your feelings to the Clown Prince of crime.  You smirked before going backstage to get ready.

You decided if the crowd wanted a show you would give it to them . You got in you tightest black and purple dress , it hug your curves in all the right places and showed of a good amount of skin too . Your make up a bit more dramatic.  A big black smokey eye paired with a bright red lip.  You kinda looked like him . You slightly smiled.

He was driving you insane , so why not let out all your feelings in the song ? He wasn’t here anyway so why not ?

You got on your black and gold high heals and walked to to the stage . As soon as your heels hit the stages glass like floor almost all eyes were on you . You slightly giggled as the song started to play .

 I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do

You sang , dancing along to the songs beat . Your moves were graceful and even sexy . Especially the way you moved your hips when you walked around stage .

I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue
I’m built for it, all the abuse
I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows
I’m good on, that pussy shit
I don’t want, what I can get
 I want someone, with secrets
That nobody, nobody, nobody knows

Your eye ran all over the crowd.  Men staring at you like a pice of raw meat.  It only made you make your moves a bit more sexier . You used your hand to push a strand of hair away from your face , bitting your bottom lip slightly in the process.

 I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do

Only about half way through the song you saw . He was here . The Joker was watching your little show from the VIP room.  Your heart sank . You slightly bit your lower lip again . But you surprisingly didn’t stop .

 My freakness is on the loose
And running, all over you
Please take me to places, that nobody, nobody goes
You got me hooked up on the feeling
You got me hanging from the ceiling
Got me up so high I’m barely breathing
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me go

 You saw his cold blue eyes looked on you . He noticed you looking at him , making his smirk widen. Oh now you won’t stop . This was your chance.  Even if you were going to regret it later .

I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do
They do, they do, they do oh
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsters do

Desire and passion was burning in your eyes as you sang the last words of the song . As soon as you were off stage you went to the bar . And sure shit enough,  Joe was looking at you , a shit eating grim on his face “dude not cool ! Why did you lie to me !” You yelled,  now regretting your actions.  He only laughed “Aww come on  (Y/n). You had fun didn’t you ” she smirked.

You were about to answer when one of J goons comes up to you “The boss what’s to speak to you (Y/n)” he said .

Great.  Now you were a dead girl walking.  You were scared . What if he didn’t like the show . What if he wants to fire you ore worse . How can you love this man ? He was so addictive . His looks , his smirk,  his deep voice . He really did drove you insane.

Wight a sight you followed the man to J’s VIP room.

As soon as you walked in he grined.

“Everyone out !” He ordered and soon only you and him in the room .

“ (Y/n) , (Y/n) , (Y/n) , (Y/n) ” he purred out your name as he walked to you . He got behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders he made you sit down on a chair.

“That was one of the best shows yet doll face,  I’m very pleased ” he whispered in your ear,  still behind you .

“I’m glad you enjoyed it sir ” you say . You could feel your heart beating like crazy and heat coming up to your cheeks . He slightly growled.

“Oh i did doll , but there’s one tiny thing , you don’t usually sing like that when you know I’m here . Why I’d that.  hmm~” he hummed now walking in front of you looking you in the eyes . “Tell me ~ Pretty please ” he asked.  He was playing with your mind . You slightly bit your lower lip.  A burning sensation in between you thighs . You wanted him so bad . And right now he was sexier that ever .

“I just didn’t want to make a mistake in front of you sir .” You say . His grin only widen. “Well aren’t you all shy and cute … so innocent … so beautiful ” he whispered his lips now almost touching yours . You couldn’t take it anymore.  You slightly moved forward,  locking lips with him in a kiss .

You didn’t know what you were doing anymore.  You realised what you were doing and jurked back,  almost falling off the chair “oh my God! ! I’m so so sorry sir !! I just …. I didn’t. … I just  ” you tried to find the right words to explain your self but before another word could come out of your mouth , he kissed you again . This kiss was rough but with a bit of passion and desire for more .

You couldn’t think anymore.  You let your body lose , doing anything it wanted . You pulled closer to him . At this his hands went up your thighs and under your legs , picking you up . You wrapped your legs around his waist as the kiss became more passionate . You wrapped your arms around his neck,  letting your hands slightly mess up his bright green hair.

He slightly growled in the kiss and he sat back down on the red velvet couch . Now you were sitting in his lap as his cold hands wend up your dress . A light moan was heard from you making his smirk.

When you finally parted you were breathing heavily,  looking in his insane eyes , now filled with lust just like your own .

“Now I see what you want dool face ” he pureed “ you always were my favourite doll weren’t you ? Such a pretty little thing . ” he whispered “and now you belong to me and me alone.  Say it . ” he said not taking his eyes of you “I belongto you and you alone ” you said still out of breath.

“Now that a good girl.  Now how about daddy rewards you for being a good little doll . Hmm ~ ” he purred in your ear .

God why did this man drive you insane.  You loved every minute of this . You really were his . And you will always belong to him . You were his doll , his favorite girl , his most prised possession .  His all . And now you truly felt free .

He is my drug. His voice is so addicting, I would love to hear him talk even about the stupidest thing and never get bored of it. He’s got that crinckle in his eyes whenever he smiles so brightly and it makes my heart skip a beat. And he’s got a pair of eyes that could light up whenever he tells me about his favorite game. Simply, he is just my favorite thing in the world.
—  thing on my mind. (n.a.m)
[04: kurotsuki] summer

Tsukishima finds Kuroo at the riverbank, away from the festival buzz. Distant lights from lanterns cast a pale shadow over the sturdy outline of Kuroo’s back, clad in yukata he’s borrowed from Tsukishima’s brother.

“Hey,” Tsukishima says, careful on his way down so as not to drop candied strawberries. He sits next to Kuroo, finally stretching his legs after an evening of walking.

“Thank you for wearing yukata,” Kuroo says, tugging at the sleeves. “I know you didn’t want to.”

Tsukishima recalls how he helped Kuroo get dressed and doesn’t feel all that regretful. Yet, he says, “I couldn’t have you embarrassing yourself on your own.” He hands Kuroo his candied strawberry.

“So noble~” Kuroo coos and lets his head drop, the weight of it familiar on Tsukishima’s shoulder. He takes a bite of his candy and asks, “Where are Bo and Akaashi?”

“Last I saw them, Bokuto was trying to hog all dango for himself and Akaashi was doing the ‘Bokuto-no’ routine.”

“So, we have some time for ourselves.” With that, Kuroo leans in, a whisper away from touching Tsukishima’s lips, when Tsukishima inserts his candied strawberry between them.

Kuroo, momentarily stunned, takes a small bite of Tsukishima’s strawberry and looks away.

“Is that where your mind is?” Tsukishima teases, reveling in the honest profile of Kuroo’s face.

“It’s summer, I have you all to myself. Where else would it be?”

A soft breeze ruffles their hair but Tsukishima’s neck feels unbearably hot.

“Hey, Tetsu,” Tsukishima calls and takes Kuroo’s chin with his fingers, pulling him, dark-eyed and pleasantly mussed, closer. Being like this in public used to come with a slight pang of trepidation, but Tsukishima doesn’t hesitate to kiss Kuroo anymore. Fear should never be a part of this.

Kuroo’s mouth is sweet and responsive and addicting, more so with Tsukishima’s name on his lips.

There they are!” Bokuto’s voice cuts through the night. They look up and find Akaashi standing next to Bokuto, arms full. “I adopted us some pets.” He shows off his collection of plushies he must’ve jovially robbed off some poor vendor.

Tsukishima snickers because there’s no way they could fit all those in their bed. He says, “I call dibs on the black cat.”

Summary: Who knew that knocking on the wrong door also knocked something wrong on your chest?

Genre:floof lies ha this angsty on the end

Warning: swearing yes

Words: 517 words

A/N: okay so my teeth hurt like hell, so I’ll post this for now and then I’ll post the last shit tomorrow im v sorry, I just cant take the pain ugh (send me a number yooo) I’m also thinking of doing a sequel, since this really looked sad with no sequel (tell you what, ask me if you want it or nah)

“Happy birthday!”

There was a man. He was holding up a box of cake in his hands with his eyes closed and a big grin plastered all over his face.

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Heavy Duty

In all, this is a man's toy. Strong and reliable. Just like his power tools in the garage. Of course, a woman that likes power would also love this baby. It's great as an anal toy, but I can see it doing wonders as a vaginal one as well.
*Strong vibrations
*Requires 2 C batteries
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The Package
The Colt comes in a clear plastic container, that probably wouldn't work well as a container. It's a couple inches too big for that. There is a small card near the top that gives you some background info on the Colt. Such as it being waterproof, where it's made, etc.

The Toy
Where to begin? This is definitely a power tool for men. Though I'm sure some ladies would curl their toes for it as well. You get 7-8 inches of insertable toy. The entry is tapered, given that this is made for men as an anal plaything. Then comes a smooth shaft, followed by a series of ripples that run to the base.

Two C batteries are required, that is what gives the Colt it's power. It is waterproof, so you can play with it in the tub or shower if you like. To control it, there is a little dial at the base that you can twist to go from low to high.

The Functionality
There aren't any vibrational patterns here. Just a setting of low-to-high for power. Preferably I just cranked mine up to high. The vibrations are definitely more powerful than anything I've reviewed up to this point.

There is a bit of a hassle with the cap going on, to make contact with the batteries. It took a couple light smacks from my palm to get the motor going. Be careful when first putting the batteries in, as I found a folded slip of paper in the shaft, describing how to open it and insert the batteries. This doesn't include the round piece of cardboard that is meant to stay inside the toy.

Cleaning and Lube
While I originally thought this was silicone, according to the card, the base is made of ABS, while the shaft is made from ABS with something called a PU Cote. Whatever it is, it is smooth and velvety to the touch. Cleaning should be done after usage, and since no real instructions were given, the best I can say is to use soap and water with a cloth.

For lube, it does say to go with water-based. Given the ripples, and where it is meant to be used, you really want a good coating of lubricant from the entry to the base. Whatever is going to be inserted, to help it come out as clean as it goes in.
My Thoughts
Personally, for the price, I think this is a really good toy. It's not that heavy, and it's very efficient at getting the job done. After smearing on some of the Please cream I reviewed a while back, I found that if I left it immobile inside me, with the vibrations going, it felt as if it was warming up.

The noise level can be a bit much. It's best to check your play area to make sure anyone else in the house isn't going to be listening in and know what you are doing. One helpful thing I've found is to have the TV on, to help add some background noise and block out the vibrator motor.
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Evil | 1611 comments Go for it! I like ideas ;3 plus I need to find a pic for my dom

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Cass | 231 comments Hahah great!!

Name: Cherry aka Sophie
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: https://orig00.deviantart.net/1b22/f/...
- she's 5'2, and doesn't wear glasses now that she's been operated on
Backstory : Sophie had one of the worst jobs in the city, labouring over the tiny metal screws that went into the more fortunate's electronics - phones, vid screens, and tablets - sorting them as fast as she could as the conveyor belt moved on. Her life was like a scene out of the industrial revolution, with very little of the technology she slaves over being in her life at all. Living in a worker's compound with varying roommates as girls had been moved from job to job, she had stayed. No friends. No family she had seen since she was old enough to work. No life.
At lunches she started to poke around, instead of sitting by herself and eating her daily meal portion, she started talking to others who had been at this work station for long. And that stirred the pot so it even brought in the younger workers too. In a few months time they planned a strike - standing up from their stations, turning off the heavy machinery, and demanding the compound be shut down or they be paid fair wages. Sophie was the voice of the movement in compound D26, but it wasn't enough. One shock with a taser and her body crumbled, before they decided she would be too dangerous to move to another compound and that they should instead remove a bit of her sparking personality.

My eyelids were heavy and my head was aching, but I fought against the foamy feeling and managed to open my eyes. It was difficult too, and there was a feeling of distraught and disobedience as I did so, but I couldn't figure out why.
I blinked.
Then another time as I sloggishly sat up from the cold metal table I was laid on and propped myself up on my elbows. My memory was foggy but last I knew I was beginning the operation. I looked like I was in a small nurses ward but I still had my memory so ... I couldn't have been operated on.
Footsteps got louder as someone neared the door and I quickly dropped back onto the table and resumed my peaceful position, closing my eyes once more.

"Cherry ... open." An older male voice said. Without my control my eyes popped open, as well as my jaw dropping and legs starting to spread. The voice chuckled and I did my best bit to growl.

"She's quite sensitive ... the client will like this." A female voice added.

"Cherry, get off the table." This was the male again. My legs slid over the side and I hopped off, standing tall - as I could be -before these two doctors, with my mouth still open. I hadn't noticed before, but I could feel I was wearing tall heels, though I didn't dare look down unless ordered to. I didn't want them to put me under the knife again. "Close your mouth." He added softly, before taking my arm.

"Your new owner is here to pick you up." The woman said, as she and the man started to lead me from the room.

The hallway before us was lined with pristine mirrors on either side of me, so I was able to see more what I was wearing. A small silky and completely see through red top was draped around my breasts, but ended right at my nipples, leaving the small buds poking out. And much to my horror the little buds were each pierced, and had a small jingling silver bell attached on hoops. I could feel something jingling softly against the flesh of my cunt, and although I couldn't fully see it knew that under the see through and high cut red panties was another identical piercing and bell on my clit. I had been right about the heels, each foot was in a 5 inch or so strappy red heel, that had a tiny heart shaped lock around my ankle to keep me from removing them ... well, I wasn't supposed to be able to anyway, but maybe whoever had purchased me wanted that. My hair was in two long braids - longer than I remembered, I must have been unconscious for a while - each ending a little under my shoulder blade and swinging softly as I moved.

They led me through May hallways and I did my best to keep my eyes forward, and a docile expression on my face as they finally led me towards the front entrance where a younger man and well dressed woman were waiting for me.

"Oh Frederick she's absolutely perfect! He's going to love her!" The woman squealed, squeezing her partner's arm. "Cherry dear, come."

And I did.

I followed behind the pair out into the bright sun and around to where their car was waiting, sat down obediently in a back seat and let them buckle me in. The orders worked on me without me being able to fight them, but I suppose it made my pretending easier. When I was finally alone I would test out how much I could do, but until then I just had to act like a mindless little doll.

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Evil | 1611 comments Awesome:)

This is my guy Emery (but goes by Em): https://i.pinimg.com/736x/69/54/c6/69...

He’s in his late 20s and a very dominant kind of guy, but he’s a gentleman when he’s not a dom:) im not going to put down a backstory or more personality traits down just yet because usually both develop as the story moves along))

I leave my client on her bed, passed out and contented. Straightening my suit I pull on my jacket and tuck the money in my pocket. One hand brushes my hair back as I make my way to my car, where my phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it up on the dash board and see I’ve got a voicemail from my mother. “After work, why don’t you come over for a nice family dinner? We haven’t had one in ages and your father wants to see his son. Love you sweet pea!-“

I groan at the thought of having dinner with my mother... as much as I love her, she is overly cheery. All. The. Fucking. Time. I was happy when I moved out. But it doesn’t sound like she’s giving me much of an option to come. Starting the car I turn into the street and take my time getting to my parents’ house, wondering what they could want from me - you don’t just call out of the blue just for a “family dinner”.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I was in a human sized box. Not like a coffin, like a Barbie doll box for humans. Before the put me in it, they played a red collar lined with white fluff around my neck, with my new name engraved oh it and told me to 'stay still' - though the command was starting to wear off and I was getting fidgety - I saw a giant red bow on the top. These people were insane. The cardboard box alone would've cost me three weeks earnings.
And of course the house was beautiful too. It looked like it was from hundreds of years ago, with big stone steps they led me up and a giant chandelier in a ballroom. Like a castle from a fairytale, except updated with all the new tech my now soft and manicured hands had worked on before. Everything was up to date, and I even caught a glimpse of a woman with an apron flitting around. Did they have others like me here as well? There was no hiding what I was for, but seeing the other chippeds was unnerving. Their eyes were dead, whereas mine still had a dull spark in them. Had their internal narrative stopped for good? Would mine eventually quiet down as well?

I had too many questions and my legs were starting to ache from standing so straight. I needed someone to come and let me out of this stupid box soon, or I would fall over and my cover would be blown. Maybe normal chippeds sometimes fell too, or at least their legs would buckle. Maybe I could just lower myself down to the cardboard beneath me ...

The sound of a third pair of footsteps jerked me back into position, as I heard them approaching the door to this fancy little room with all its couches and the big stupid tree with sparkling lights. This room made no sense to me ... it wasn't for eating or sleeping or shutting so why in hell was it here?

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I walk in the door to see a giant life size Barbie looking box standing beside the tree. “What the hell is that?” I stare at the pink monstrosity.

“Watch your mouth!” Dad snaps.

“Surprise, sweetie!! Go ahead! Open it up. Your father and I picked her out just for you!” Mom gushes. Her?! What? I hesitantly step in front of the box, throwing off the giant ass bow and open up the box, cocking a brow upon seeing one of those dolls. I keep my disgust hidden and plaster a fake smile.

“It’s... really thoughtful.”

“I’m glad you love it! Her name is cherry.” Cherry? I swallow back the urge to vomit. “And very obedient. Go ahead! Just tell her what to do!”

I sigh and decide to humor mother. “Come,” I say softly.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
The opening of the flap and flooding of light made me squint for a moment, but I quickly fixed my eyes forward once again staring at the chest of a man. From what I could see, he didn't look too much older than I was, nowhere near as old as the others. But his face ... it was scrunched up in disgust.
You and me both buddy.

The command wrenched my body forward, jingling softly as I stepped out of the box and closer to him. He seemed repulsed by me, which would most likely get even more tiresome than if he had swung me into an embrace. How was I supposed to be around a man who hated the very sight of me!?
I was getting ahead of myself. I just had to wait until I was alone and could figure this all out for myself. The fact he thought I was vile was another matter all together.

"Isn't she precious?" The woman piqued up from behind him, clasping her hands together in glee. "We even got her a shiny new collar!! The leash is around here somewhere. And I know - I know they're all obedient, but with your profession we thought you would enjoy a little extra!"

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
A little extra what, exactly? I think to myself as my eyes flick over the woman, still trying to decide how to react. Of even what to say. In the end, I settle for a simple thank you and a hug to both of my parents, though now I wish I never came over.

What is the point in being a master when your pet has no choice but to obey you. No spark to defy you... honestly, with these Chipped kids there is no use for open anymore. Or prostitutes, or even me, for that matter. Only reason I’m still in business is because I’m just that good at what I do.

“Does she speak at all?” I ask as I’m handed a pink collar with a matching leash. So help me, she better speak. There is not a snowball’s chance in hell im going to call her Cherry - god, just thinking the name makes me sick.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I just stood there silently, doing my best to keep my attention forward - though, when I was absolutely sure no one was looking at me I would glance towards the family. . . They were all a fairly attractive family. The younger one - my new owner, I suppose - had soft looking shoulder length hair. And along with the people in the medical compound, were some of the cleanest I'd ever seen.

I could just imagine one of the boys back home growing out their hair and sticking it under a cap to keep it away from the machinery. . . Dirt smeared across their face, a tight and worn t-shirt stretched over his muscles. If I ever got back I'd maybe suggest that Darien should grow out his. Or even Jeorge. It was quite a handsome trait, it would even look good on Henry!

The man's rude question snapped me back to reality, and I felt my lips moving as a cheerier version of my own voice broke the tension.

"Simply ask a question, Sir."

Fuck. They even programmed certain responses into me. If I had a choice I would've stayed quiet just to spite him.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I blank for a minute trying to figure out what to ask. Everything I want to ask would upset both my parents and I am not prepared to deal with those consequences. So, I settle for faking it. “Ready to go home?” I ask and without waiting for a response I take her hand and pull her out the door, thanking my parents over my shoulder. The little bells attached to her piercings jingle with each step. I ignore mothers laughing and whispering behind me.

28 years I’ve known my parents and I still don’t understand them. Aren’t normal parents supposed to be embarrassed at the mention of their son having sex for a living??

Helping the girl into my car I buckle her up in the front seat and speed on Home.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
"Yes." I responded, truthfully and more in my own voice, but it didn't matter. His hand was quickly upon mine and he jerked me forawrd, making me stumble as I tried to keep up. He was so angry ... didn't these rich people like chippeds?? Wasn't that the whole point??

He buckled me into the seat and I kept my gaze forwards, doing my best imitation of what I assumed a chipped would do. His hands were warm on my naked flesh and he grouchily leaned over me and buckled me in like a child. . . This would be difficult not the react to. Especially with the goosebumps spreading across my exposed flesh.

But as we sped down the road, I couldn't resist turning my head to the side and watching in wonder at the new and beautiful world around me.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
Once in the comfort of my own home, I relax a good deal and toss my suit jacket on the sofa. The motion activated lights flicker on in the living room and a robotic voice over the sound system welcomes me home. I turn to face the girl and cross my arms over my chest. “Do you have another name I can call you by? Perhaps a birth name?” I ask her softly.

I toss the collar and the leash on top of my jacket then, unable to stand the damned bells jingling anymore, I remove them one by one but leave in the piercings. I wrap the bells in a handkerchief to silence them and wait for a response.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
Hearing one of the sound systems in action was interesting, I had never seen such a finished stage of one before. I was staring around at his apartment, before he turned his disapproving gaze back to me.
"I -" I stopped for a moment as his fingers brushed past my nipples and removed the bells. . . To my dismay he left in the hoops. That was a new part of my body I suppose I'd have to get used to. The slightly hidden one on my clit remained, but it gave me a bit of hope that he would take it off when he noticed.

"I'm not supposed to tell you, I think." I said slowly. His words weren't a command, so there was no programmed response within me, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what a doll would say. Just cock it's head to the side and smile prettily? Respond with it's given name?
This was going to be hard to fake.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I arch a brow at her response. Huh. So she’s not a husk. There’s something there after all. Seeing a faint glint in her eyes I cross my arms over my shoulder and tense my shoulders. “Okay, how about this. Tell me your name. And tell me how the hell do you still remember it,” I command.

From what I know, the Chipped ones are complete husks with no conscience of their own. Nor do they have any memory of who they used to be. Now how the hell is it that she remembers her name AND that she can decide what she can tell me.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
Fuck. Oh my god fuck fuck fuck, I fucked up. Why did he ask if chippeds didn't remember their names??? Was it supposed - was I supposed to not respond? Was it rhetorical?? Fuck fuck fuck.

He looked so angry of my god I was going to be sent back to the medical compound and they were going to fix me and I would practically die oh my god oh my god

My mouth was hanging open and quivering slightly as I tried to think of what to say.
"S-sophie." I managed to finally stutter, "and I - I don't know how I can remember I just can but - some of that - some of *me* works the way they're supposed to. I work, I promise. I work!!"

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
She starts panicking. I hold my hands up, trying to say that I’m not going to do anything. “Relax. I’m not going to return you or anything. Just calm down, deep breaths,” I say softly and take her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

I have her sit on the bed while I root around my closet for something she could wear. I settle on a long silky violet robe and hand it to her. Then I sit beside her and get to business. “Honestly I don’t care if you ‘work how you’re supposed to work’. I don’t use people. Nor do I like completely obedient slaves,” I tell her bluntly.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I shifted on the bed, watching him as he pulled out a robe for me. It was so strange ... why was he alright with me being defective? He seemed less angry than he did when he unwrapped that stupid box.

I slipped into the pretty robe and tied it around my waist, thankful for the coverage it provided. "Sob. . . You don't like chippeds?" I asked slowly. But, it didn't slip my notice that he still said he liked slaves - just not obedient ones.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“Not in the slightest,” i respond and turn to face her. “I dominate people for a living. Where is the pleasure in dominating someone else ho has no choice but to submit,” I explain to her as I run a hand through a hand through my thick hair.

Then I strip off my shirt and change into an old T shirt, relieved to be wearing something loose. Stripping off my pant I do much of the same and pull on loose pajama pants that hang low on my hips.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
"Dominate people for a living?" I repeat dumbfoundedly. This man was having sex for a living while I was - no pun intended - slaving away in a factory until my body gave out?? I thought these people were rich for a reason! Not just ... over sexed snobs who don't even appreciate what they have!

I shift my position on the bed, scooting back a little more and leaning onto my hands. "I don't understand." I said slowly

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I sigh. “For one reason or another - whether loneliness or satisfying a fetish or what not - they pay me to help them live out their fantasies. Don’t give me that look, I don’t just have snotty rich clients. If I have down time I’ll sneak into the tenements by the factories and help out a few worn out souls relax a bit. I don’t charge them - I help them out all on my own.”

I sit beside her even as she withdraws from me and stretch out on my side, propped up on my elbow.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
It was a command. Immediately my expression changed to a softer one, and my head jerked down. God, this was going to take some getting used to. "We can handle ourselves. It's not like we're all pure virgins down there." I grumbled softly, unable to stop myself.

It felt patronizing, for some reason. I should just be thankful he isn't sending me back to the medical compound, but I can't hold back my opinions. I take a deep breath, before turning back to look at him. He seemed so relaxed ... wearing clothes with holes as he lounged on his huge bed. A bed like this could fit at least five people in it. The gratuitous wealth all around me would take some getting used to.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“Trust me, i know. But not everyone has a personality like you,” I reply with another sigh and look over at her. “Have you eaten yet today?” I ask. Someone at least should have fed her something that’s not the shit factory workers are forced to choke down.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I sighed softly and shook my head,. "I only ... woke up a little while ago. Although I don't actually know *how* longs ago. The sun was out when your friends picked me up."
Talking about it made my stomach churn. As presented, I was jus a toy they picked up at the toy store. A fancy toy, of course, but a toy nonetheless.
"I was probably on one of those little needle tube things before they woke me up. The thing they stick in your wrist?" I asked turning towards him.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I just shake my head in disappointment and call for Liz (the house controls) to prepare some dinner. I get a robotic confirmation in response before I hear the faint movement of dishes in the kitchen. “Dinner should be ready in a few minutes, if you don’t mind waiting,” I reply.

message 24: by Cass (new)

Cass | 231 comments Sophie.
No response. . . He was a strange man. He didn't like chippeds, had sex for a living, and seemed to have his brow permenantly furrowed. Maybe it was something I said - maybe he didn't like the needle tube things!!
"Uh, no of course not." I respond with a nod, before timidly adding, "thanks."
Should I be thanking him? Maybe I should be thanking him more profusely ... he *is* not sending me back, but I don't know what he intends to do with me.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“You’re welcome,” i reply and look over at her. “Sophie,” I begin, “Tell me about yourself. I know you worked in the factories before... this mess, but that’s it. Do you have any family?”

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I pull one of my braids forward and begin to fiddle with it slightly. "Well ... I do t think there is actually that much to tell. No family. Haven't seen any of them since I was 8. They're probably still in the rotation somewhere, but I have no clue where. For all I know they could be dead."
Once you were separated it was pretty much goodbye. I knew mothers and fathers who carried old photos of their children in their pockets but believing in them was like believing in angels. Most likely they were already gone.
"I've been at this past location - compound 274 - for the past few years but honestly, I don't know how long I was being operated on for so it could've been a year ago for all I know. Anyone I knew there could just as likely be gone." My voice sounded hollow. These were all just facts of my life, but it didn't make it any easier to accept them. Especially since I wasn't even sure what month it was.

"I - I have a question." I said decidedly, turning towards him. "Why did your friends decorate a dead tree?"

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
A dead tree? It takes me a minute to figure out she means the Christmas tree. “A religious tradition that my mother is convinced will keep my family together,” I reply with a shake of my head. “No matter how many times I tell her she doesn’t believe me when I say I’m not religious,” I explain.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
"You worship a tree?" I snort, trying to hide my smirk. That was pretty damn stupid if you asked me. "I thought you rich pricks just worshipped each other's asses." I grumbled under my breath, staring back down at my lap. Anyone who had the exorbitant amount of wealth these fools did and didn't care about the lives of those that did all their work for them could go die in a big fancy car crash for all I care.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I shoot her a sharp glare. “I do not worship a tree. I don’t worship anything,” I repeat for her. Just then Liz’s voice comes over the intercom announcing dinner. I get up and wave her along. “Well what are you waiting for? Come on, let’s eat.”

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I give him a slight glare. I wasn't being slow, he didn't have to snap. I stand up and start to follow him, getting more used to moving in the red heels. Hey, maybe that can be a new skill. Stupid heel walking.

"I know how to make those." I comment, nodding to one of the intercoms as we passed.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I watch her struggle in the absurd red heels. “You do realize you don’t need to wear those if you don’t want to,” I add, taking a seat at the table. Two plates are already set out with glasses of water as well as utensils. I don’t waste time digging into the spaghetti and garlic toast.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I twist my ankle towards him to show off my pretty heart shaped locks. "Your friends had a lot of fun ideas." I respond, before settling down in my seat. The food smelled amazing, and after being starving for pretty much my entire life I started to gobble it down. The only thing I'd had that even looked like this came from a can, and the sauce definitely wasn't red. I take a bite of the toast and close my eyes, practically moaning. Fuck that tasted good. The scent was intoxicating, but the taste?? I'd never had anything quite like it.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
I hide a smile upon seeing her reaction. I take a bite of the toast. “If you think it’s good by itself, try the toast with spaghetti on top of it,” i suggest in between bites, licking my lips. I’ll help her out of her shoes after dinner, I need to make sure she gets enough to eat first.

message 34: by Cass (new)

Cass | 231 comments Sophie
It's like I didn't realize how starving I was until I tasted real food. It was like it was made with real ingredients. I took his suggestion and ate them together, but at the rate I was going, I was soon completely finished. I wiped my mouth on the napkin a took a few big gulps from my glass of water, before sitting back n my chair. "What's in that?" I ask him curiously. Everything tastes so full, so ... vibrant? It was just so different.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“The spaghetti, you mean? Just pasta and tomato sauce with herbs and spices,” I answer as I lick my lips and get up. Then I take both of our plates and set them in the dishwasher. Looking back at her, I’m relieved to see her satisfied.

In the kitchen, I dig through drawers until I find a bobby pin and return to her side. I kneel by her feet and take one small ankle in my hand. “Hold still. This will take only a second.”

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
"Okay no but ... real tomatoes? If it's - aren't those all gone?" I ask timidly, sitting up as he takes the plates and puts them in a big metal drawer with racks inside. Strange. I recognized the little screen on the side of it, but not the device itself. I bit down on the inside of my lip as he lifted up my ankle, feeling a fear bubble up in my chest. He seemed kind and was getting these damn shoes off, but his gentle touch still shocked me a little bit.

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“In the wilds, yes, but I keep a small garden in my basement. If you’re interested I could show you after I get these abominations off,” I offer, growling at the sight of her raw ankles. Honestly! What the fuck is going through their heads when they put this shit on? Asking Liz for the first aid kit, a small metal arms extends out of the wall holding the plastic case. I open it up and grab some medicinal cream and some bandages.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
He manages to get the shoe off and I glance down, seeing the rough red line around my ankle where the band had been. I winced as he started to bandage it up. "I'm fine. I've had much worse." I try to protest, even though he didn't really listen.

"I would like to see the garden though . . . How do you grow things inside?"

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Straightening, I set the kit aside and motion for her to follow me downstairs. “It’s nothing fancy, really. I have everything planted in whatever containers I can find and leave them under Day lamps.”

Opening the door I walk in the expansive basement and gesture to the various plants taking up most of the space. Checking on my basil plants I touch the soil, happy to find it’s still damp. Good. I won’t have to worry about watering until tomorrow.

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I stare in awe at the forest of green around me, timidly reaching out my fingers to touch the leaves, half afraid they would shrivel away. "Its so beautiful." I whisper, my fingers dancing along the top of the dirt. I had never seen so much green in my entire life. So natural, so clean . . . It was insane.

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My lips curl in a gentle smile, watching her muse over the greenery. It’s so easy to forget that workers rarely see plant life anymore. Not just the lower class workers, that is. Even wealthy snobs don’t care enough to grow a weed. The only green anyone seems to care about is money. Watching Sophie touch the dirt and the leaves I put a hand on her back. “If you’d like, I could show you how to plant.”

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I jump slightly as the soft touch of his hand pulls me out of my inner musings of green and rain and dirt and freshness. I quickly relax my muscles and let his hand rest there, before turning up to look at him. "I would enjoy that very much, thank you." I said quietly, as a small smile played around the edges of my lips.
"I have another question for you. . . Do you know if - anywhere - out there there's a *real* tree? One untouched by our technology and machinery and smog and shit?"
It was just a curiosity really, but I had always dreamed of seeing a real tree. There were children's songs about flowers and meadows and forests and I had always dreamed of what they would look like in real life. I'd seen pictures of plants before, in old books or scanned onto vid screens. I'd seen the manufactured things that we were told came from the ground in our food . . . But . . . A part of me yearned to get even further away from here. I was out of the smog and heat, for sure, but was there any further?

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I think for a moment. “That, i honestly don’t know. I’ve never made it out past the factories. Even there I can’t see ten feet in front of me. I thought if I went too far I’d get lost and die.” I blush a little in admitting my fear. Truly, though. The smog was bad in the first place—it’s only gotten worse from what I could tell. Makes me wonder if anyone else notices the pollution too.

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I snorted softly. I'd lived my whole life in that air, you weren't likely to die from getting lost. Maybe walking into something or off a rocky path, but getting lost? "You must have a very bad sense of direction." I comment, cocking a brow. I knew that we made them little map on the vid screens, but I assumed they could still get around.

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It’s my turn to snort. “You have no idea,” I chuckle softly as I pick off a leaf from one of my lemon basil plants. I pop one into my mouth and offer her another. “Here, try one,” I smile.

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Cass | 231 comments Sophie
I tentatively take the leaf and lay it across my tongue, tasting the strangely fresh and bitter flavors there. It was interesting alright, zesty almost. It could be more of a smell than a taste, as even after I'd swallowed the piece the scent was still lingering in my nose and throat.
"Do you tend to all these?"

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Evil | 1611 comments Emery
“I try to. In between appointments and such, I try to get around to all of them, but sometimes I don’t,” i tell her as I scan the rows of sprouts, herbs, and blooms. Towards the end of one row I find a couple dead parsley plants. Pulling them out I toss the dried stalks into my compost bin.

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I watch him carefully as he goes about the plants, my curiosity still piqued. "I like it down here." I say finally, leaning against on of the tables with my hand. . . But I was getting tired. My legs hurt from standing for so long, and my emotions were running wild. I felt fine now, but by morning who knew? Things were just changing very quickly.

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The corner of my mouth turns up in a small smile. Good, maybe these little guys won’t die with me after all. “Feel free to come down here whenever you like. Maybe soon you’ll be taking care of these guys too,” I suggest eagerly, flashing a wider, honest smile at the thought.

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The afternoon was sweltering, the August day had reached upwards of 85 degrees – very hot for Western Pennsylvania. We drove past Uniontown, the windows up and the air-conditioning strong, looking forward to the new club. The only problem with the Mountain Retreat was that it was a long way from our home, nearly an hour and a half’s car ride. But around lunch time we decided to take a chance because both of us were horny, and we’d heard the club had a swimming pool conducive to naked swimming.

Driving down a country road we found the signpost that had been described to us, we turned up the blacktop drive pitted with years of use. Coming to a graveled parking lot on the top of the hill, we got our first impression. Before us we saw a ramshackle house, in need of maintenance. “What do you think?” Mary asked.

“We’ve driven a long way,” I observed, “and it’s pretty cheap.”

We trudged around the shack to find a small party going on the patio. As I remember, two of the men were rather large and could have used a trip to the gym more than the beer they were guzzling, but a couple of the girls were mildly cute. In the pool off to our left, two comely couples were lazing in the sun, as nude as we wanted to be. “You guys are new?” asked an old geezer. “Price is twenty-five bucks for the party. Make yourself at home.” We put our bottle of vodka on the picnic table.

Since no one seemed inclined to give us a tour we poked our heads into the house. It seemed more or less clean, although the paneling in the lower room seemed like a trip back to the 1950s. The bottom floor was an open design with a small dance floor, some couches and a hot tub off to the side. Mary looked into the water of the jacuzzi, found it to be sparkling. We climbed the stairs, found three or four austere rooms with mattresses but little else. The air was stifling in the early evening heat, air conditioning was unavailable.

But the major attraction for us was the swimming pool and we approached it. One young couple was cavorting in the pool, totally bare. Two other couples and one single man lazed on the grass, the only clothing worn was a pair of panties on a woman. We spread our beach towels on the lawn, Mary quickly pulled her floral sundress over her shoulders. This was one of my favorite things, to see men stare at my wife as she displayed her sexuality. She milked the situation, asking me to slather her with sun lotion as she stood. I went behind her and applied the lotion first to her back and shoulders, then reaching around I approached her small tits. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like him to do this to you?” I said under my breath.

The man I referred to was obvious, probably in his mid thirties, perhaps twenty years younger than us. He was lying on his side, staring at Mary from across the pool. He seemed perhaps six feet tall, and his schwantz hung to the ground, two or three sizes longer than my adequate organ. Through our sunglasses we could see the display of my wife’s semi-nudity was affecting him, it was growing more solid by the moment. “Maybe later,” Mary tittered. When her body was well oiled, she turned towards the spy, dropped her panties and revealed her bald mons, shaved just that noon for unfamiliar men to admire and touch.

She moved to the shallow end, I quickly disrobed and followed her. I swam a few laps in the tepid pool, Mary performed aerobics in the shallow end. “Would you like a drink?” I asked. Being used to nudist environs, I walked naked and dripping to the patio, mixed us both vodka’s and tonics. By the time I returned, Mary was in a conversation with a couple near enough to our own age, she introduced me to Michelle and Tim. Michelle was perhaps five foot five, 140 pounds. I admired the way her nipples grew out of her hefty breasts, they were crinkled. Was it because of the coolness of the water, or was she thinking lascivious thoughts? At any rate, we relaxed in the water, talked.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” asked Tim. “We come up from Maryland a couple times a month, we love it here.”

“We’re from Pittsburgh,” Mary confessed. “We normally go up to DJs Island.”

“Is it as nice as they say it is?” Michelle asked.

We extolled the virtues of the club north of the city, how it looked like a light industrial plant from the outside, but on the inside it was sparkling and bright, constructed for the sole purpose of an upscale nightclub and sex party. We found this would be a source of much discussion during the evening, few people had travelled to the rather new and almost mythical shrine of swinging, they wanted to know if the journey was worth it.

“We’d love to go sometime, we’ve heard so much about it,” Michelle sighed, and Tim added, “But it’s a three hour vivid porno drive for us. Mountain Retreat is so much closer.”

Michelle and Tim explained the Mountain Retreat was more ‘country’ then we were used to. “Nice people here, though.” As the sun approached the horizon, we could see cars being parked and more couples showing up on the patio, the music got louder, more spirited. Michelle and Tim dried off and said they’d see us inside later.

Mary was enjoying the water, didn’t want to leave yet. She paddled around, I laid on the towel, contemplated the wonders of life and women, particularly the nymphs I could observe, of which the supply ebbed and flowed. I believe I got a chubby, unlike at nudist resorts we’d been to I didn’t try to disguise it. In fact, a couple of women smiled when they saw the effect they were having on me. Mary was in no hurry to leave the water, she stayed at least partially submerged until the sun had set and the gloaming set in. Eventually Mary left the pool and drip dried in the warm darkness, when she was ready I helped her into her panties and sundress, clothed myself.

In the house, the party was well in progress. I could see perhaps forty people, fairly mixed in gender. I was surprised as I was almost the only man in slacks, the others mainly wore shorts or bluejeans, more men wore t-shirts than polos. Some couples were dancing, others were standing or sitting, conversing. We fell into one conversation or another, mixing it up. Since we were new meat, we were popular. I certainly didn’t mind.

One couple we talked to was Candy and Dave. She was quite alluring, with thick black hair, red delectable lips and she was wearing a halter top that displayed engaging ta-tas. Honestly, I don’t remember much about Dave, other than he was on the taller side, which Mary likes, and didn’t have facial hair. We talked to them for ten or fifteen minutes, moved on. They were fairly close to our own ages, in the middle of the fifth decade.

A couple of hours passed. Mary and I had danced, then she partnered with at least a third of the men in the den, she’d ground her ass against more than one lap, including Dave’s, a few men had found what her petite tits felt like. The room was sticky and sultry, we often moved to the outside just to catch a breath of fresh air, then reentered the fray. I was beginning to think nothing was likely to happen, thought about taking Mary down to the pool and having sex with her on the lawn. A few minutes after eleven I went out to the patio to freshen our drinks, in the darkness I was joined by Candy, she put her hand on my arm.

“We like you guys,” she confided, and I saw no reason not to turn her towards me, kiss her. I remember she was a bit timid at first, but then her lips opened to me as if she’d made a decision. We kissed for perhaps two minutes, then broke.

“I think Mary likes Dave, too. Would you guys be interested in heading to a room?” I asked.

“I was sent out here to find out if that’d be something you two would like. There’s only one thing. We’re just soft-swap.” I knew what that meant, although we were full-swap from the very beginning we’d played with soft couples before, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. I got a few more details out of Candy. “We’ve been doing this for three years now, mostly here. Dave and I have agreed this is a lot of fun, we just don’t want it to get too serious. We’ve seen some pretty wild orgies here, we don’t want people to think we’re too available. You know.”

That was never our problem, but we always thought people should do extra-marital sex in their own manner. As Candy and I talked, and kissed some more, I considered the opportunity. Candy was a real dish, and enthusiastic, very much my style. And it didn’t seem like anything else would be offered to us that night. “I think I’d like to go up to a room with you guys. Let me talk to Mary, let her know what’s happening.”

One more kiss, and Candy slipped out of my arms. I reentered the humid room, got Mary off to the side. She didn’t think about it long. “Candy’s really beautiful, I know you want a shot at her. And Dave’s okay too.” As with me, she wasn’t concerned about soft-swap; although Mary loved a nice, hard, unfamiliar cock in her, she was able to orgasm easily though foreplay.

We approached the other couple, smiled our assent, Candy took my hand and led me up the stairs. In a closet, she grabbed a fitted sheet and we found one of the rooms, a dim bulb hung in the overhead light. While Candy and I put the sheet on the bed, Mary and Dave got started by kissing against the closed door. The room was broiling, the single open window wasn’t allowing the cool outside air in, we didn’t care.

Candy woodman casting porno and I laid on the bed, she whipped off her halter top, revealing nicely formed C-sized breasts. She wanted me to suck on her nipples, hard, when I did she pulled all my clothes off me, palmed my penis. Shy, she wasn’t. We rolled around, I got my hands inside her elastic shorts, found her slit was as moist as the air in the room. She pulled her shorts off, we clenched again.

Candy wanted to taste my dick. This was always an issue with soft-swap couples, did ‘penetration’ include penises in mouths, tongues in vaginas? With some, yes, with others, no. Candy made it clear by her actions that blow jobs were kosher.

While she sucked on me, I inspected the progress Mary and Dave were making. Both of them were unclothed and next to us on the bed, Mary was on her back, Dave’s head was between her legs, she was yelping for the first time of the night.

I controlled the spasms of my rod, while Candy’s service was good it wasn’t in Mary’s league. I had no desire to come in her mouth, assuming that was permitted. We scooted around, it was my turn to eat at her pussy. I found Candy had a full, thick, noir bush, perhaps it had never been shaved it was so wild. I attacked the wet and yielding breach with my tongue. I found Candy’s clit was small and disguised between her thick lips, I pulled at the skin with my fingers, exposed the button. When I licked at it, I felt Candy shiver. As I sucked on it, Candy moaned. And when I combined my tongue with a finger thrusting inside her crevice, Candy’s moans became loud and vigorous. I was able to keep her on the crest for a full few minutes, she bucked, finally she pushed me away, having had enough for the moment.

I looked over. Mary was on her side, Dave had his penis in her mouth, slowly fucking it. Candy grabbed at me, got me to climb up on top of her, my mouth against hers, my chest covering her full breasts. Her legs were open, my cock was at the entrance to her pearly gate. I knew if I was less than true to my word, it would be easy push, there was nothing to stop me from penetrating her. And from the way she kissed me, the way she moved her hips, I wasn’t sure Candy would object if I did. But I’d given my word, my ass stayed quiet.

We heard Mary’s voice. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

I never heard Dave’s response, if there was one. Perhaps he was willing to go ahead and release, which would have been fine with me, no matter how or if I would finish with Candy. But Candy said, quickly, “Dave, I want to have sex with Adam. Would that be okay?”

A hushed male voice responded, trembling in its seriousness. “You sure?”

“I want it bad,” she replied.

“All right,” Dave agreed.

“Do you guys have condoms?” Candy asked, “We’ve never needed them before.”

It took a few minutes, Mary got a strip out of her purse, Dave and I both sheathed ourselves. I remember Dave looked me in the eye, an uncertain expression hinting at the timidity he must have been feeling, but when it was rolled on he grabbed at my wife, pulled her onto her knees and pointed his dick at Mary’s pussy.

Candy hadn’t moved much, she beckoned me on top of her, I held myself up on my hands and knees. Candy’s hand slipped over her belly, grasped my penis, rubbed it along her slit, between the lips of her vagina. I watched her face as I slowly pushed, her eyes were shining, her mouth smiled as she was filled with my manhood.

On the bed next to us, the other couple was squirming in rapid movements, I heard Mary’s eeks of joy. Candy and I were more composed, less hurried. My thrusts were measured, lazy. I still watched her face, her eyes were closed, her lips curled in elation. I saw her mouth open, she panted; I’m not sure if she had a second orgasm or not, but she later whispered to me she totally enjoyed the experience of getting screwed by a another man’s hard penis.

I looked over to the other man and woman, now Mary was on her back, her feet in the air, Dave was between her open legs and I heard her scream and Dave’s groan explode in unison.

Candy drew my face in for a prolonged kiss, I felt my toes curl, I covered her and let my loins burst. We writhed in our pleasure, she held me tight as I spewed.

While we were screwing, I was too intent on Candy’s body to concern myself with minor things. But now that I was lying on top of her and we were regaining our right minds, I sensed I was perspiring from my armpits, forehead and every other pore on my body. Candy was just as wet as I was, and I have no doubt Mary and Dave were oozing with sweat.

And yet, we all wanted a few more minutes to soak in the aftermath. Candy türkçe alt yazı porno cuddled against me, whispering her thanks, receiving mine in return.

“This was our first time,” Candy announced to the room.

“Why haven’t we done this before?” Dave questioned.

We all sat on the edge of the bed, sweltering. Dave and Candy reached for their clothes. “Listen,” Candy begged, “would you mind not telling anyone we went all the way? We don’t want the others here thinking we’re open game yet.”

“Of course not,” Mary and I agreed. And, dear reader, until you read these words, no one in the world has known Mary and I made love with Dave and Candy that night.

It was much too hot to linger in the airless chamber, the stillness forced Dave and Candy out the door as soon as they were dressed. We exchanged contact information before they left, we all wanted to get together again.

Mary and I didn’t loiter either, Mary simply put her panties on, I followed suit and we fled from the still heat in the room. Down below there were no dancers, although two couples were fucking by the jacuzzi. On the patio there were not more than eight people conversing and drinking, the parking lot had only a dozen cars left. We walked out onto the lawn, the cool air bathed us. The evening stars shone above us, the moon had set hours earlier. Mary spread our towels on the grass, we laid, cooling, catching our breath, no one within thirty yards of us. “Swim?” I asked.

Again we both disrobed, glided into the still water of the pool. For five minutes, Mary and I quietly discussed the encounter with Dave and Candy.

“Were you surprised?”

“I could feel she wanted me,” I said. “I was on top of her, she had her legs wide open, I was ready to screw her. How about Dave?”

“He never gave me the impression he wanted to make love. When I was giving him the blow job, he wasn’t very enthusiastic. Then when they said they wanted it, he put me in doggy, like he didn’t want to see my face or something.”

“Maybe he wanted you like that so he could watch Candy.”

“Maybe. Was Candy good?”

“She was nice,” I admitted. “She seemed to want it slow. You and Dave were really going at it.”

“He almost threw me on the bed, couldn’t wait to get me in missionary. He was pretty rough, not that I minded.”

I sat on the side of the pool, Mary approached me in the water, fondled my dick. I could tell she was still in the mood. “Should we find you a guy?” I offered. This was typical behavior for us at DJs, after we satisfied ourselves by swapping with a couple or participating in an orgy, Mary sometimes wanted more. Towards closing she might find a single guy who’d been admiring her through the evening, invite him into a room, have a nightcap while I watched on.

“No, I’d just as soon have you,” she begged me, I knew exactly what she wanted. I scooted her into water not quite waist deep for me. Mary literally flowed to me, I squatted and licked at her sex, tasting the plastic residue of the rubber Dave used. I know Mary’s body as well as the lines on a well used map, she was whimpering just a few moments later. “Now,” she implored and I stood and entered her. I found that with her floating on her back I was able to hold her waist, penetrate and screw her effectively. She was worried about her face going below the surface so I backed her up against the edge, she could hold onto it while we fucked. It didn’t take much, her loud eeks filled the night air, a few people got up from the patio to investigate the phenomenon.

We went on for at least ten or twelve minutes, at last Mary gave up the ghost. I let her loose to sink in the pool, she hugged me with heart pounding and dry gasps. “What can I do for you,” she asked, realizing I hadn’t come a second time.

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m just all used up.”

After lying on our towels and drip drying, we decided to dress and depart. It was well after midnight and we still had an hour and a half car ride home. As we drove down the ridge to the main road, I thought of my second LifeStyle virgin, a most unexpected surprise. A half hour later, when we were doing 75 MPH on the freeway, I asked, “So, what did you think? Should we come back?”

“I don’t know, DJs is so much nicer. Maybe someday, if it’s warm enough to swim.”

This is an absolutely true story, to the best of my memory. Only the names have been changed. We haven’t been to the Mountain Retreat since they changed management and have apparently upgraded the facilities. We hear it’s pretty nice now, and called ‘Party at Scouts.’ The pictures on the website seem much more attractive than the facility seemed when we visited it around 2007. If you’ve been there, please leave your review in the comments.

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