Wild Fuck Toys

whistles…ok….OK…When do you need it?….uh soon….You mean you want me
to go to the ADULT STORE…. Uh yes…that was my idea. My friend lost his
cool…..HELL NO!!! NO WAY…I am not going to enter THAT place…

Uh..ok…thanks anyway … So…now what to do…I needed that
dildo….so I asked another friend…hey ….would you do me a favor.?
Anything for you doll…(he talks like a petty gangster..and I still don’t
know what he does for a living..and I am afraid to find out..) Ok…would you
go to the Adult store and pick me up a dildo….Sure…no problem (hmmm this
was too easy!!!)(Hey ya know sweetie..we really ought to get together
sometime…you know you turn me on….)(Uh…uh..no thanks…lets just stay
friends ok?)(ok…just asking….)(So…when should we meet to pick it
up…)(I will call you Monday….) Needless to say….like every other promise
that this guy has made….he breaks this one and never calls…. Yours truly
had a decision to make….I NEEDED that dildo…no question about it….So
folks….I decided to BRAVE THE ADULT STORE!!!! I drove up to the place
around 6pm that evening….(and yes…there were around 15 cars parked
outside..as usual…) and sat there in the car getting my courage up.

Finally…I decided to take a deep breath and go in…Got out of the
car..and slinked my way to the door….went inside….THE PLACE WAS EMPTY….I
have no idea where all the other people were..and I don’t think I care to find
out..(grin) but my eye soon settled on a WALL FULL of dildos of every shape
size and color you could imagine…and some that even a vivid imagination
could not imagine!!!! There were big ones..and bigger ones..and HUGE ones
that make me shudder to think of….spiked ones…ones with cranks in the
bottom of the shaft to make em squirm….studded ones…ones with vibrators
inside of them… A regular museum for lovers of the male flesh….YES!!! My
cheeks were flushed and I got a little dizzy as I remembered the purpose of my
visit to this…this…PLACE…and I took one dildo down from the
wall…hefted it in my hand…and considered its purchase…and I though to
myself….Could I fit something like this into my hungering pussy? Would it
not split me in two??? or even worse??? NEXT one…This one was a bit
smaller…only around 10 inches…(and 10 inches is a LOT of cock,….) and it
had a metal crank on the end…I decided that I did not want to chance having
anything cold and hard like the crank bump into my swollen tissues…and I put
that one back. After long and careful examination…(too bad they didn’t have
a try before you buy policy) I chose what I consider to be the perfect
dildo…not TOO big, and very lifelike except for one little detail…it was
BRIGHT pink! With flaming cheeks I fumbled in my bag and paid the very bored
looking clerk the money for the dildo..and then left the store….

I ran into a problem…if I came home with a package…it might cause some
comments….so…I tried to place the dildo in my bag which is by no means a
small one….The damn thing wouldn’t fit…..at least not right away….I do
confess that eventually I did jam it into my bag..and came home…..and got
the thing…the dildo…(excuse me) put away in a safe place… So now I am
the proud owner of a dildo…..and I got it myself…..and braved the awful
reputation of the adult store…. But I still wonder…..where the hell were
the rest of the people????? Who knows..maybe I will have to go back there
someday…and then I will find out…… Vibrators anyone????

scream in extasy
For now….(evil grin) The problem…WHERE to find such an item…I wanted it
right away…so ordering through a catalogue was out of the question….my
only other option…..to brave my town’s notorious ADULT store….many have
passed it…wondering what went on inside there….(there are ALWAYS at least
15 cars parked outside…) and the place has been known to have been raided by
the police on more than one occasion…Dare I, horny as I am..and determined
to please….actually enter this…this…unknown place? Well…I thought I
had the solution…I would ask a good friend of mine…to go in there for me
and buy me a dildo…..He had a few questions for me…like…what kind of
dildo do you want? I dunno….a regular dildo…why? Uh…do you want one
with or without balls? !!!!? (I didn’t even know they came both ways….
What length…what color? Ah…perhaps you want a freeze dried cock off of a
cadaver??? (THEY HAVE SUCH THINGS???)(NO, just teasing…!!!) (Pow….I hit
him on the arm….not a good idea…as my son has said..Mommy…your friend is
hard all over!!!)(he works out….and stop snickering..all of you…) Ok
OK….I want a 8 or 9 inch dildo…lifelike…no bells or

My sex life didn’t begin with shapely,
beautiful, walking wet-dreams throwing me down the on playground and
fucking my brains out. Way back then, if a girl liked you, she hit you a
lot and pestered you in the most annoying way. To a boy who couldn’t
even spell hormones yet, let alone know what they were, this was not a
person you wanted to be near. To me, girls were to be avoided. Somewhere
along the line, I realized I was
stronger than the girls who were hitting me, so it was only logical that
I should start to hit them back.
This was when I first enrolled in the course; Big Brothers – 101.
Looking back at this period of time in my life, it’s really a shame my
school didn’t include the subject on their report cards. My parents
would have definitely been more proud of me. There were so many Big
Brothers, and those of us who attended their classes had a difficult
time graduating. Besides learning the relationship between a cold
compress and a black eye, I was taught how to properly re-align mangled
fingers, the different techniques of stopping a bleeding nose, shown
that, yes, I could be lifted up by the ears just like a puppy, and for
the last lesson I was amazed to learn the tiny things hanging between my
legs had nothing at all to do with how much pee I could retain before I
finally had to find a toilet. The small and hard to control rubbery
organ, which I seldom pulled out in time anyway, was primarily there for
pain! Big Brothers always hit or kicked these first so they must be
protected at all times. (more…)