What Miss Mia had to say …

So, me and a couple friends landed a sweet gig playing with sex toys for Babeland.com, and the first gadget that landed in our hands was one of the oh-so-famous Sex & The City stars: Rabbit Habit vibrating dildos! To be specific, the Elastomer Rabbit Habit, made of non-toxic, purple, sparkly, squishy rubbery elastomer stuff. The material is oddly fun to squeeze, watching the shaft rotate very nearly made me salivate, and the little bullet-rabbit’s ears buzzed in a terribly enticing way…

…but instead of being knocked off my feet, and sent straight to heaven, well … the lil’ bunny vibe was a little more subtle about things. The bullet-bunny is at an odd angle, and only provided indirect stimulation for me. In retrospect, that’s probably good, or I would have gotten off before the shaft had a chance to do anything for me.

See, I didn’t notice any sensation from the rotating head, or the spinning bead-thingies right away. No sensation at all. I wiggled everything around, until I felt a little ‘pressure’ sensation somewhere near where I imagine my g-spot might be. Then, noticing that the controller was moving in my hand more than the shaft was moving inside, I clamped my legs together to hold it in place.

And I waited.

And slowly, at first, then quite a bit more quickly all of a sudden, the orgasm snuck up on me. Like it tiptoed up the stairs, peeked in the bedroom door, quietly stepped into the room, and then JUMPED ON THE BED AND ATTACKED ME. OK, maybe not quite that intense. But you get the idea. Give the Elastomer Rabbit Habit a few minutes of your time, and a little patience … it’ll be worth the wait.

… and another perspective, from The Blonde

The Elastomer Rabbit Habit: Great in theory, so-so in practice. The elastomer material was fantastic … latex & pthalate free, it maintained delightful feel & playability without toxic plastic smell, or that tell-tale vaginal dryness that comes with some plastics.

The Rabbit comes with two motor control switches: One for the bullet-vibe rabbit, and one for the shaft/pearl contraption. The shaft rotates at a 15º angle, while the beads rotate around on tracks to stimulate the vaginal opening. Sounds fabulous, doesn’t it?
Den ganzen Beitrag lesen…

I’d been reading the craigslist personal ads for shits and giggles, looking to see how many of the men posted photos of their cocks in their ads. One in particular caught my eye … half hard, with an aluminum can next to it, as a favorable comparison to its girth. I shrieked with disbelief, and showed it to my sister, who agreed it was preposterously huge.

“I know a girl who fucked a guy like that … she said it was EXACTLY like fucking a goddamn beer can!” We laughed, and made jokes about sending him to meet someone with a horse.

Then I saw an ad, no photo, entitled “Dom Male seeks true Sub female – m4w – 29″. It said, “I’m not heavy into pain but I am heavy into pleasure.” I wrote back, intrigued.

As I drove to meet him on the army base, my heart pounded and my throat was dry. I pulled my truck into the vistor’s parking area, and sat for a moment, as wildly aroused as I was terrified. I almost turned around and left.

We’d been corresponding by email and IM since I’d answered the ad. I’d asked him to send a photo, and he sent a snapshot of a huge man standing next to a truck, bald and smiling. I sent him a link to my flickr self-portaits.

I asked for a photo of his cock.

He sent the beer can photo I’d seen on craigslist.

A week and half later, I was laying half naked on my truck’s bench seat, parked on a snowed-in back road on an army base, and he shoved that massive cock up my ass.

Den ganzen Beitrag lesen…