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A while back, I wrote a blog about the technology that was pushing forward how we experience sex. Well, here’s an updated version on it. Yes, folks, technology travels THAT fast…
They make a HI-TECH SEX ITEM called, the PULSE 3: Solo & Pulse. It’s the first Guybrator.
Check out this item here.
Are you in a relationship, and you can’t be near each other for long periods of time? This little gadget will allow you to share the same sexual experience while a part.
Check out product here.
Same idea as above, but with a twist… making cybersex more fun!
Check out Indiegogo project here.
Yes, you have read right: a 3D sleeve. It means EXACTLY as you thought: someone looked at a 3D printer and went, “you know, I could totally print up a custom sex toy with this”, and did just that. Genius.
You can find it here.
Well, duh! The adult industry knows the potential of VR, and it “tapping into it” [pun included], every chance that they could get. When ever tech jumps forward, you have porn to thank for that.
Want more? This little video introduces the range of this creation.
It’s been a while since we posted a pic of a smoking hot MILF. Julia Ann comes to mind; who has the body AND the brains. We truly respect and appreciate the women who can have longevity in the porn industry; sure men adore you when you’re young and tight but don’t think much of you when you start to show wrinkles. I say SCREW that, older women RULE!👑
So anyways, I hope this picture gets your motor going. Do you want to talk to your fantasy MILF? What does she look like? Know that you can talk about anything you want, all you have to do is call me now honey to get our sexy conversation started!😘
When I was a kid, there was this girl in day camp that I always thought was beautiful, but never had the guts to tell her or even talk to her. She wasn’t popular, and was in the group that the other campers would completely ignore. It think they were called, “the rejects”. It was a pretty bad label, and it followed them from summer to summer. I always wondered if my peers were blind to her beauty or if I was just the weird one, and so I left it at that.
I always felt a little bit like a creeper, watching her from afar. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, and these plastic framed glasses. I guess the glasses is why people labeled her “a reject”. Some folks just can’t see, and they get made fun of for it. It’s really messed up, and I wish that I was a better person back then to stand up for her… anyways, she always said hello to me in the morning, and smiled. I always felt little butterflies in my stomach when she did this. I would wait for her every morning, and her smile always made my insides squeeze, and my knees weak. I would purposefully sit next to her “by accident” on the camp buses just to smell her rosy scent. She used to make unusual lanyards, and I was always in awe to how she put them together. I think that I was in love, and then one day she disappeared.
She quit day camp, and my little 11 year old heart broke.
Well, fast forward about ten years, I was in college, and I am going to the library to study. I sit by an area that has reserved rooms, and I find myself looking up. No idea why, but I keep feeling drawn to this one room. Completely random, I know. The door opens from that reserved room, and this tall blonde with very long hair comes walking out. It takes my brain a second to register, but my insides immediately drop to the floor. I don’t know why or how, but I find myself blurting out her name. It came out more like a statement and less of question, she stops, and focuses on me. Her face, showing no recognition, faces in my direction. I find myself getting up, grabbing my things, and walking her way. She looks up at me, and her eyes widen with a faint recognition. “Oh”.
She looked at me. Her face had become even more beautiful. She had traded in the glasses for contacts, and had filled out up top. She wasn’t this little flat chested girl anymore. I found myself looking over her curves, and fine lines. She was incredibly hot, and all of those mean kids in day camp were surely missing out.
She caught my eyes, and looked deep inside. “Jeffery, is that you? Wow, you are handsome!” Yes, yes it was me. Oh I am handsome. She steps closer, “you were the sweet one in day camp. I always liked you”. She was close enough that I could smell her, and the hint of the rosy flavor was still there. I breathed in deeply trying to trap that flavor in my very being. I wanted drink her in. I wanted to taste her.
She stepped even closer, I was just inches from her face. “Hey, would you like to study with me? I have a study room all to myself. It gets pretty lonely in here, and—oh…” The closeness of her body, the fragrance, and the butterflies were a bit too much. We both look down, and I see that I have a ragging hard on poking her through my shorts. She looks up, bits her lower lip, and quickly pulls me into the study room. Closing the door behind her, she motions to me to throw my books into a pile on the floor, and I do so. She comes up to me, her hand massaging my crotch, and looks deep into my eyes, “what are we studying for today?” She breaks eye contact, and her hands travel down my body, and begin unbuttoning my shorts. She pulls them down to my ankles, and works back up to my tighty-whities. She pulls them down, and returns to look at my raging boner. She takes one of her hands, and delicately holds my penis. Then she looks at me, “oh Jeffery, I’ve been fantasizing about you since masterbating was a thing. I hope you don’t mind if I make that into a reality…” I nod, her gorgeous blue eyes break away, and she puts my penis in her mouth. The warmness of her hands, and mouth feel incredible. She strokes me, and pushes me deeper. I can’t exactly explain the wonderful sensation of deep throating a girl, but I had to brace myself against the furniture to throat fuck her. She gags, but continues to take me in. Her hands cup my balls, and lightly squeeze them. I feel a pulsating pleasure coming on. I can’t help the intense feeling that is riding in my groin. I pull my penis out, afraid to cum without pleasuring her first. She insists, and gently guides the head of my penis back into her mouth. She sucks it, licks its, and pushes it back down her throat. I can’t exactly explain the sensation, but it was a million times better than it was with using my own hands. I blindly orgasm into her sweet throat, and she sucks it down. I leave my penis there for a few seconds more, until she gently pulls it out. I am going flaccid. She stands up, I am again weak in the knees, and she looks into my eyes…
Today’s #ThursdayThoughts is a serious one: Have you fondled your balls lately? It may sound like a random thing to say, but hold up–fondling your balls can save your life. Here’s a quick video about Testicular Cancer. I’m not trying to make this blog a Debby Downer, but it is important to be gently reminded now and then to take care of your sex organs.
If you find yourself randomly turned on from touching yourself, and you want a little more self-loving, give me a call. You can tell me about this blog, and what you were doing to get yourself so turned on. I can even be a nurse fondling your balls. Or a sexy cop fondling your balls. Or even a naughty TSA agent, pulling you aside for a “closer inspection”. What ever your fantasy is–call me, and let me satisfy it. 😉
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Can you imagine using stone sex toys? Aren’t you glad that we’ve moved onto silicone toys?
To read more about ANCIENT SEX TOYS, check out this nifty article. It’s about a 2 to 3 minute read.
Feeling turned on after reading this article? Good! Give us a call. Pull out your modern equivalents, and let’s get to work!
I bent over, and surprised myself by whispering into his ear: “I bet that bad boy would feel good inside me right now. Let’s go find some more privacy”.
He whispers into my ear: “You are so wet, I bet this bad boy would feel good inside you right now.”