Another Fun Toy

Peter wanted me to post this as an HNT on my real blog. He's obviously on drugs. Actually, I don't know why I can bring myself to post some of those nipply ones and not this. Too personal, I guess. Or maybe I view it as a little too much of a walk on the wild side for most people's tastes.

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The Pocket Rocket has been a favorite of mine, but I recently got a Water Sprite as a backup and holy shit if it isn't even buzzier! I think I may have actually worn a little skin off my clit over the last few days. Not sure, but maybe - looks like I might have, feels slightly sensitive. (Take a look?) I guess I'll have to come up with some sort of prevention for that. Like using it as intended in the water, perhaps.

But it was well worth it.


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Reaching the tendrils of my soul out
Farther and farther
To grasp that elusive swell
Until finally
Eagerly
They entwine themselves around it
Caressing
Fondling
Firmly pulling it close against me
Into me
Through me

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She sits there
Back to him
Silhouetted in the morning sun
Intent on her book
Not knowing that he sees her body
Stark
Curving
Through the backlit white blouse
Not dreaming
That the rise and fall of her breasts
Clenches his throat
As firmly as the fist
That will bring him
Panting
Gasping
Groaning
To release
As he pictures her
Alone in his bed

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Creamy white flesh
Rising in smooth mounds
Falling in valleys and clefts
Tempting him to hardness
Quicker than he could have imagined

Firmly muscled arms
The thick dark hairs
An undeniable reminder of his masculinity
The sight of his hands
Enough to swell her, moisten her
Drive her to new heights of desire

Together they are light and dark
Soft and hard
Yin and Yang
In and out
Panting and Groaning
Blessing and purifying
And crying out their ecstasy together