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…


SEX & TECH

(Part II)

1).    MEN… Meet the COMPANY, THE HOT OCTOPUSS.

They make a HI-TECH SEX ITEM called, the PULSE 3: Solo & Pulse. It’s the first Guybrator.

Check out this item here.

2A).  KIIRO ONYX2 & PEARL 3

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.

2B). LovePalz Twist

Same idea as above, but with a twist… making cybersex more fun!

Check out Indiegogo project here.

 

3) TENGA 3D SLEEVE

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.

 

4). VR MEETS…A TWIRKING BUTT (PORNHUB)

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.

PORNHUB’s TRAILER FOR PRODUCT

Want more? This little video introduces the range of this creation.


AS MORE TECH ROLLS OUT, I WILL UPDATE THE LIST.


Did you like what you saw? Will you be buying one of these? Will you like to try them with us? Give us a call now, and tell us! We are all very interested on how sex toys reshape our perspectives on having sex, having fun, and experiencing each other.

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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!😘

Call me, hon…

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FRIDAY’S STORY:

Thanks to one of our girls supplying her BFF’s Confessional. It’s from a guy’s perspective this week. Enjoy!


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…


This is where he left off.

Apparently, he had gotten so turned on by recounting the storyline, that he needed a little “encouragement” to go on.

If you need a little “encouragement” yourself, give us a call.

You can be Jeffery, and I’ll be the hot girl from your youth.

Let’s do this!

 

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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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Honestly, when you first saw this object…

What was the first word that popped into your head?


The answer? This is a Dildo. An ancient STONE dildo from Roman times.

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!

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Its been a busy week, and I

decided to go unwind at a local pub. Sometimes, there are sports games on the monitors, and other times, it’s the local programming. Tonight, it was local programming.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass from my favorite tap (Dog Fish Head), when this young man comes strolling into the bar. He is wearing a Harley bikers jacket with many patches, and places his helmet up on the counter. It’s bizarre to me, because it isn’t typically young men who own the Harleys. But what do I know?

 

He catches me looking

at him, and nods. He peers at my drink, recognizes it, and nods again. I’m having what she’s having. The barman produces the drink, and biker guy takes a long swig from it. He turns to me, curious about what I was up to, and if I wanted to “see it”.

I’m looking at him for all the wrong reasons. Young, good-looking bad boy with a bike. Of course, I want to “see it”. Who wouldn’t? I agree, and we leave together.

 

Outside, he points out his ride. It’s his old mans classic beauty. He gets to ride it now and then. I look over at him, biker patches, jeans that shaped around his form quiet lovely, and hardy work books. I reply to him, that I’d like to “ride it”, too. I winked.

He looked at me, a tall blonde haired blue eyed mid-twenties woman with a few buttons undone displaying my lovely assets, and a pair of jeans that hugged all of the right parts.

 

I walked up to his bike, and carefully traced the shape with the ends of my fingers. He tells me that the ride is exhilarating, and he loves how it feels up top. I stop and look up at him: “I’m having what you’re having”.

 

In the next second,

I find myself being led by the hand to the area between the pub and the building next to it. There’s a pathway, and it goes to the back of the building. It’s dark out, and private. He pushes me against the wall, and we start making out. He quickly unbuttons my shirt, pulls down my bra, exposing my breasts, and starts sucking on them.

I take my hand, and feel for his pants, he is budging. He takes my hand, and pins it back against the wall. Panting, he unbuttons, and pulls down my jeans to my ankles. Taking his hand, he grasps my pussy, and kisses me some more. I am incredibly wet. He quickly shimmys his pants down to his ankles, and pulls out this massive cock. He whispers into my ear, “Lets ride”. He lifts me up, and slowly slides my down right over his penis. I’ve never had a guy lift-fuck me before. Pressing me against the wall, above ground, he fucks me as hard as he can. OMG! I cant describe the sensation than anything more than exhilarating. He was right

 

Want to hear more? Call me. I’ll tell you what happened next.

 

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I don’t know where it all began, but once I saw him, I knew that I had to have him.

I was hanging out at a local eatery during lunch hour, when I saw this handsome man in a full three piece suit sipping an IPA.

First impression: Great suit!

Second Impression: Wait—it’s lunch. Beer already?

And, then I saw it, his free hand was clutching something hard beneath his table. He was trying to hide a raging boner. I meant to turn my eyes away, but his eyes caught my glance. I felt my face get hot with embarrassment, and began to nervously bite my lower lip. The lips on his face bent into a grin. I knew that I shouldn’t be staring, but I was beginning to feel a little turned on. He took his hand, and began rubbing his hard member. My eyes widened. He winked. I looked around me, no one had seemed to notice.

I found myself getting up out of my seat, and like a magnet, walking right up to him.

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”.

Without wasting time, he grabs his belongings, my arm, and we race to the public bathroom inside of the eatery. He locks the door, and we get to work.


After he unbuttons his belt,

I undo his zipper, and help him pull out his massively hard member. He takes my head, and guides my mouth over his penis. I love giving oral, especially deep throat. He has a nice taste, and I let him push his bulging cock deeper down my throat. I gag. He groans. I gag again, and he moans harder. He then lifts my body up until we are eye level, and smiles. Putting me back down, he turns me around, bends me over, and has me brace against the bathroom sink. He yanks off my acid washed jeans, and pulls off my underwear. With a leg, he forces my legs open wide, and then smacks my ass hard. With an open hand, I feel him tracing the outline of my vaginal lips, and groans deeply.

He whispers into my ear: You are so wet, I bet this bad boy would feel good inside you right now.”

He then stood behind me, and took the head of his penis, and methodically guided it into the opening of my pussy.

He thrusted!

And, thrusted again.

He first grabbed the sink over my body, and did short thrusts, but then grabbed my hips instead, and started doing deep, wild thrusts. He fucked me, and hit my g-spot over and over again. I held onto that sink for dear life. I looked up, and saw a mirror in front of me. He looked at me through the mirror, and grinned.

Then someone pounded on the door: “Hey, I need to use the bathroom. Would you hurry it up?”

I could barely giggle. His hard cock has been rubbing my g-spot the right way the past few seconds that I could feel an immense pleasure coming on. I begin to groan, and moan loader. My eyes close, and I am holding on as much as I can. He thrusts harder and harder.

The guy bangs at the door again.

I gasp for air, and suddenly feel a wave of euphoria rush all over me. I let out the biggest “Fuck yeah” before cumming all over his cock.

The guy at the door stops pounding. You could hear him loudly mumble, “Fuck yeah…what the hell?”


Mr. Businessman pulls out

of me, turns me around, guides my head back down, and over his penis. He pushes his large cock deeper, and I could feel the pulsating of his member. He begins gasping, and groaning, and pulls his member out of my mouth. Before he could say another word, he cums all over my face. He takes his member, puts it in my mouth, and cums in my mouth.

I swallow…

The man pounds the door one last time: “HOLY HELL, WILL YOU FUCKIN FINISH ALREADY?”


I ‘d like to say that we were kind, cleaned up, and give the unsuspecting man the bathroom back to let loose whatever was in his bowels… but we weren’t. We did clean up, and found ourselves horny a second time. I don’t know what it was, but once we were presentable, I’d look into his eyes, and he’d get another hard on. I’d whisper into his ear, “I bet that bad boy would feel so good inside of me right now” and he’d respond, “let’s find out”.

I’ll tell you the rest if you call me.

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Or we can role play.

You can be Mr. Businessman, and I’ll be the hot chick eating my lunch.

Go ahead…

Call, and we can finish the scene.

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