0 comments/ 27955 views/ 1 favorites Toys By: SistaShakespeare A kiss does it every time... Sometimes that's all I get. We sometimes go diyeta for weeks because he says sex in cars etc. is for kids. He's a romantic... He'd rather hand feed me butterfly prawns in our favourite restaurant than make love in the car. It's almost perverse but it works for both of us. I get so excited my ears and nipples tingle, and my pelvic muscles keep tying themselves in knots. He adds new dimensions to the game all the time. We're always careful in the office. He shares it with two other people, his friends and also mine but I shouldn't be there anyhow so it's strictly social, nothing more. Sitting at his computer he just said "Come and look at this." Thinking that he was going to show me something on the screen I leant over his shoulder. I nearly wet myself with panic... The centre drawer of his desk was open and sitting in the corner nearest to me was an ivory coloured sex toy. I tried to catch my reflection in the monitor screen to see if I looked as flushed as I felt. He just grinned. For the rest of the afternoon my head swam and my thoughts skipped from one insane scenario to the next involving this vibrating plastic egg. A couple of hours later, in a corner of the cafeteria, he sat holding my hand under the table. Grinning like a loony he explained the bizarre possibilities. My earlier fantasies of secret pleasures, interrupted by embarrassing discovery, suddenly didn't seem so bad. "It's wireless... remote controlled." He told me..."Works at up to twenty feet: I've tried it." I sat there with a lump in my throat, thinking sadly. "Does he not know how awful this gadget makes me feel. Will he be reeeally upset if I throw it away ay? " Feeling his hand squeezing mine I looked him in the eye and I knew. I've seen that look before. It's his "I love you so much I..." look. I was going to say something discouraging but instead I find myself asking, "Does it make much noise huh?" "It's quite quiet on low settings." He says casually, "If you're sitting on an upholstered chair and you squeeze your thighs together, you probably won't be able to hear it at all." I want to scream. I want to bang my head on the table, I want to say "Noooo!" but my big heart says..."Do it for him... Make him happy..." On the way back to his office he snogs me tenderly in the lift. His tongue only slightly melts the lump in my throat. For the rest of the week. I imagine a small black cloud hovering above my head raining depressing thoughts onto me. Sniggering waiters with erections... Leah dangling it by its wire. Sadly..."Darling a word..." I cringe at the thought, remembering the vibrator he bought me last year. Small, svelte, the sort of thing Leah's childless friends might think chic to leave on their dressing tables. He used it on me once. The night he gave it to me... The very phrase... 'Gave it to me'. Straight out of the box and into me. Curled up like a baby on the bed with a mouth full of my own knee... Its unexpected sensations would have finished me off anyway even if He hadn't slid under my thighs and given me the non electric version simultaneously in my rear. Squashed up in a ball, I couldn't breathe. His mouth on mine sucking the life out of me. His hands on my hips, holding me still, while he pumped it back in....It was so good I think he came twice. I just came... From the first touch of his warm silky knob, through the bigness as it went in...the aching undulating fullness..."Turok mo! -- Tolong!" To the last quiver as it shrank and slipped out....The waves and arabesques of pleasure just grew... Huge swirling spasms... black velvet... dark red and purple like a melting Kay Nielsen print... I don't remember going to sleep... Maybe I dreamed of dervishes. I don't remember.... He woke me at lunch time with fresh orange and a plate of scrambled eggs. He'd washed my little Taiwanese friend and put him back in his plush red box. That afternoon as we lay on the sofa, I looked at it. Held it in my hands for the first time... Small... Smooth... Slender... Quite heavy... I was pleased. If he'd bought a huge one. A 'Batuta ni Drakula', I'd have been wounded... literally! but this was just right. Elegant, sexy... A lover's gift. Inevitably, The kissing got serious, my pyjama top got loosened, namamasa ang puki, my pants slipped a bit, and a bit more... His cock got really hard... My pyjama pants were round my ankles now and he took me back to bed and played with me. That's exactly the right description. We kissed in the style of people trying to steal each others lunch. If you didn't have hormones you'd have thrown up watching us! He licked my eyelids, kneaded my breasts until it felt like my nipples were going to take off like little brown rockets. I got that feeling behind the bridge of my nose as if I'm going to sneeze, and I started noticing my pelvic muscles getting restless. My hands started wandering around on their own, but Sunday afternoons have a little magic of their own when they follow Saturday nights which last a long way into Sunday morning. Everything's slower, more affectionate. The juices began to ooze and I stopped being acutely aware of having been ravaged only a few hours ago. His mouth and tongue descending over throat and breasts... lingering on one taut teat long enough to make me push him down. He stopped at my belly button sucking, licking. Cradling his head in my arms as he slipped a single finger into me. Slowly, gently... To and fro. Squirming against his knuckles, smooth as oil, I wanted this... just this... a single slick digit lazily roaming my puki sending little sparks of joy up and down my body. Slowly pulling my womb upwards, ripening it for his thrusting cock. By now my little puki's hot with desire, soft wet coral swelling from the heart of me. Nagwa watir watir ang puki.. Yes. I looked down at him between breasts big with warm sensations. I could've scratched him with my nipples now. I laid back, ready for more than his smoothly oozing finger... Thighs brushing his shoulders. Eyelids fluttering... murmuring Ai!... Ai! with every other beat of my heart Ai!... Looking up at me from so far away... he smiled."Saya sayangkan engkau." He said it softly, he says it always. The juice and warmth of me flows like a river. It would be terrible if he didn't love me... because he knows how to say this so perfectly."Ai!... Mahal Na Mahal Kita!" It's not the same... His tongue already in me as I pull my thighs up against my throbbing breasts. I love the way he kisses me when he's down between my thighs, gently, roving from thigh to thigh. Slow tongue on the rim of my magic jar... one hand spread on my lower belly pressing rhythmically down."Aieeee!" ... He tortures me... He could make me come in thirty seconds but he teases... He has his knuckles jammed hard into the furrow of my rear, middle finger sunk deep in me and still his tongue avoids my pearl... I Want it! It... can be the tip of his tongue right...There... Anything... hard... deep... merciful that penetrates the huge hot bubble inside that's choking me."'Tang 'na...!" I can't breathe, my heart's going to burst and then, holding my wrists so I can't do anything, he starts blowing raspberries against my thighs and expanding his favourite erotic fantasy... Ronnie Reagan doing Nancy and Linda Ronstadt.(...don't ask!) Detachable body parts aren't very erotic and I can't laugh and come simultaneously... Neither can he but I know him and how to play this game... Shoving him out of the way. I grabbed the most obvious solution... My new lilac plastic toy and turned it on. Zzz... Zzz... Zzz.. I pushed it up...right up inside. Mmm... squeezed my thighs together and said the words we say... And I ate him whole. No delicate, sensuous little blowjob this time. I had the vibrator purring away deep inside and Him deep in my mouth. I threw my head back, mouth wide, gulping it deep, gagging softly, holding my breath; matris deluxe .... Waiting for the taste. He held me tight, one hand on the back of my neck, the other full of hot suso. A second or so ahead of total asphyxiation, I got my mouthful of hot salty magic. The tenderest, most erotic moment is the second when I've got his come in my mouth and I'm deciding whether to swallow or spit. Such possibilities. Swallowing is sublime, serenity itself It nourishes the soul... But... She who spits stylishly, knowingly, is a Jinneè, whose spell is inviolable. If she kisses him and spits it into his mouth he will adore her... He will tenderly place it where she desires... If she spills his seed on the sheets and then wantonly stoops to retrieve it. His cock will be in her before she can say "Fuck me..." That time I settled for serenity... When I came it wasn't wondrous, just okey. That evening I put the little red box in my bedside cabinet drawer. In the morning I awoke. Remembered, and hastily relocated it to the bottom drawer of the dresser. Over the next couple of months I used it once or twice but the magic had gone. I must've re-hidden it a dozen times before reluctantly, I wrapped it up and slipped it into the bin. I certainly didn't want to go through all that again. Saturday evening rolled round at last. The egg now forgotten by me at least, we decided on a cheap meal in our local Satay house, followed by an early and erotic night. A short, fast drive through the traffic later, we were sitting in the darkest corner of the Tiger's Claw studying the other patrons from behind our menus; no point in even pretending to read the menu itself. Anything other than the three set meals is perpetually; "So sorry, maafkan saya - off, finished." It doesn't matter 'coz no one in a Malaysian restaurant should ever be in a hurry or particularly hungry. Like most of the other patrons, we're only here for the dimly-lit, secluded tables and Ziana Zain's fey songs of troubled love and broken hearts whispering from the sound system. The rice steamed with coconut milk and chicken with lemongrass will be just fine. Gado-gado, Sontong Sambal and fresh fruit salad may even be possible, as it's Saturday night. Slowly we went through the pleasantries that pass for service while the waiter stared lasciviously but oh so slyly, at my legs and boobs. I pretended not to notice as he was the one who caught us coming out of the ladies room together a couple of months ago. Pahiya ka 'no? - Embarrassing didn't quite cover it! I couldn't help smiling; wondering what he said to the others. My True Love and I passed the inevitable twenty minutes before the food arrived, whispering sweet nothings and playing footsie under the table. That night the staff were busy with several groups of noisy engineering students as well as the usual amorous couples with no money and nowhere to go so we were undisturbed in our shady corner. By the time we'd begun to eat, I was already moist with anticipation of the night ahead. When he told me, brushing a ginger glazed squid tentacle across my lips, that he had it in his pocket, I shuddered slightly, no longer repelled, just embarrassed... Imagining him pressing the egg into my hand. That's how he'd do it... Pull my head against his chest, gaze into my eyes, squeezing my hand around it and whisper softly... He put his arm round my waist, dipped the squid into the hottest sambal and pushed it into my mouth. Resting against his shoulder, my mouth full of searing chili, I felt for his cock, squeezing it so he'd know... He smiled, took the control from his pocket and put it on my lap. I didn't care. The Tiger's claw's one of my favourite places, but there are other restaurants - I really didn't care. Several people were already stealing furtive glances at us as I closed my eyes. He kissed me very tenderly. He hates the taste of squid... I thought gleefully about spitting it into his mouth. Twisting my ankles, squeezing my thighs together I felt close, very close. His lips on my hair, he held the glass of mineral water to my lips and, as I sipped, awkwardly... he stroked my neck, cupped my breast and squeezing it gently, whispered, "Gusto kitang kantutin... I wanna fuck you bigtaim." Tipping the glass so I nearly choked... A huge warm hand squeezed me below the table.. I hugged myself, shuddering... It gripped me....the way he does... The joy of it rolled over me like a wave... High tide in coral cove. Snuggled against him, gasping, blushing... Face buried in his shoulder... I'm falling to bits... He's smug, so pleased with himself... Anak haram!!! He spoon feeds me Halo- Halo... Still glowing with mingled desire and discomposure I lay my head on his shoulder, my mouth full of chilled fruit and condensed milk while he dangles a thread of Macapuno coconut string above my lips, laughing... "Of course everyone saw you..." He whispers. "You're the cabaret. Walang hiya ka... so shameless you" Later, after we've walked, pa swing-swing pa, the three hundred yards to where his ancient and thuggish Jaguar is parked, he tells me cheerfully that he may have left the egg thing in the restaurant. "Aieee... How can he do...*This*...to me over and over again..." ~~~ July '97 ~~~ Toys My husband, like most men, is a gadget freak. He likes nothing better than some new toy. It makes Christmas and birthdays very easy for me -- well, that was until he started to buy his own toys. Before I go any further I had better introduce myself. I'm Sally, 39, slim (after that diet I should be) and I can still get into my wedding dress. My vitals are 34E-24-36, a bit of an old fashioned figure, but the curves are in the right places. If only I could lose a bit more off my bum! I'm married to Chris, 43, six feet six in his socks and oh so handsome. He still only has to look at me with those big brown eyes to make me feel weak at the knees. Yes, we are as much in love as the day we married. I was 18 then and that's a long time to remain infatuated with the same man. But he turns me on all the time. His only fault (if it can be called a fault) is he has this slight inclination to be masterful. This is probably because I compliment him by being very submissive, so in all those years have never challenged his authority. Back to the subject of his toys; as I said, I love to buy him gadgets for presents - things like the remote controlled indoor helicopter he got for Christmas this year or anything for his beloved computer is always very welcome. However, he has developed a liking for sex toys, not for himself but for him to use on me. Now don't think I'm complaining - it can be a lot of fun to be driven to countless orgasms with a rabbit or have that butterfly strapped to my pussy for hours at a time keeping me on the verge of climax till he takes it off and, well, you know exactly what don't you? The whole point of writing this account of his toys is to tell you about his latest find, a remote controlled egg. For those not initiated into the wonderful art of sex toys an egg is just that, an egg shaped plastic sphere that inserts into your pussy. The remote radio-control can be used several yards away to start, stop, increase the sensations, and to change the program. No, not the TV programme; it has several different modes from a soft vibration, to a throbbing wild thing. At first it was fun for him to be in another room and, suddenly, the egg would start to vibrate deep inside me, sending wonderful sensations through me, making me long for his big hard cock. He has brought me to orgasm with this thing several times and he has made me beg him to take it out and 'fuck me', a word I would never use except in those circumstances. All this is a bit tame for this site you may be thinking, however I am just getting to the real story of this egg and my husband's domination of me sexually. We were going to a dinner/dance one night. It was his company 'do' just before Christmas. He bought me a fantastic trouser suit for the occasion, silk and very flattering. I felt very pampered and sexy wearing this designer outfit, the trousers flared from the knee and the sleeves likewise from the elbow. The pants fitted my new slimmer bum so tight it made my bum look quite exposed. I only ever wear a thong so no visible panty lines. On that evening we were in the bedroom getting ready to go out. I had showered and done my hair. My makeup as good as I was able to make it and, yes, looking in the mirror I was quite pleased with the overall effect. As I was about to step into my new lacy thong with matching bra he had brought home for me that day, he said "Wait a minute", and opened his bedside drawer. I wondered what on earth he had got me now, but when he brought out the egg I looked at the clock and said "We don't have time to mess around with that now, wait till we come home." That wicked look he sometimes has crossed his face as he replied "We have all night" and, sitting me on the bed, he moistened the egg with his mouth and inserted it deep inside me. Now I know I should have objected but I am well aware of how persuasive he can be, so just accepted his will. We finished dressing and as we left the bedroom he slipped the remote control into his pocket. As we sped along the motorway to our rendezvous he turned it on, making me squirm in the seat, my heart in my mouth as I knew he would be giving me thrills with the egg all night. I would be absolutely gagging for it by the time we got home. He had used it on me in the most inappropriate places before but only on our own, never in company. How on earth was I going to handle it? By the time we had reached the venue I was almost climaxing. He had turned it on and off several times, not just for his amusement but for my pleasure as well. It was a formal dinner so we sat opposite each other at the table with alternate male and female guests; I sat between his boss and another man whom I hadn't met before. My husband's boss is a lecherous old man with a terrible reputation in the office for leering at the young females at every opportunity. It was general knowledge that he would take every advantage of his position as the managing director to get into their knickers. The stories about him and any girl silly enough to submit to his advances were rife and some of them were probably true. Before the soup course had been served he had turned that thing on a couple of times. I was sure the buzzing could be heard by the men sitting either side of me. I kicked him under the table as he flicked the switch in his pocket, making me tense my tummy muscles as another wave of sensations swept through me. All through dinner he kept it up, holding me in suspense just short of climaxing, watching my eyes for that tell tale sign and stopping just in time. I was trying so hard to keep up a conversation with the other people at the table but had to keep biting my lip to stop myself from crying out in ecstasy. At last the dinner was over. I was able to speak to him and I begged him to let me go to the ladies room and take it out, but he said "No it stays in all night, you love it really." He was right. I did love the feelings it created inside me but not here in mixed company where I was conscious of the position he held and how I was supposed to behave. The tables cleared and the band on went stage. His boss came up and said "May I have this dance with your charming wife Chris?" Cheeky old bugger, he could have asked me! I had danced with him before; he was good sweeping me across the floor to the applause of the assembled company. I don't want to sound immodest but I can dance pretty well. We made an impressive couple as he waltzed me round the room, until that is my darling husband turned that damn thing on again. I had momentarily forgotten about that egg, it made my knees go weak, faltering in my steps, almost falling over. Thank God he didn't keep it on for long - only a few seconds, but that was quite enough. I was going to have words with him. As his boss walked me back to our table he asked if I was alright. "You look a little flushed," he said, sounding quite concerned. I sat down beside Chris asking him to come outside with me, he smiled and said "Can't you wait till we get home? Do you want it in the car park?" I totally despair of him at times. He thinks sex is the only thing on my mind. He's not so far out, but at this moment I could kill him. Telling him I needed to talk to him urgently, he escorted me out to the car park; I told him it was just too much when he almost made me come on the dance floor with everybody looking on and his lecherous old boss holding me. "Please," I begged him, "Let me take it out." He promised not to switch it on again if I left it in. Am I a complete fool or what!? I knew as well as he did it was an empty promise; he couldn't resist the opportunity to turn me on, especially in this room crowded with his work colleagues and their wives. I couldn't believe it he actually didn't turn it on again for ages. Perhaps my entreaties had worked, as the evening wore on and several of the older staff left for an early night. The band slowed the tempo and most couples were just smooching around the floor. He took me in his arms and we joined the throng weaving around to the strains of some old love song. His hand left my back for a moment and the effect of those delightful pulses hit me again, sending shivers down my spine and some very naughty sensations through my body. His arm returned into place on my back. How long was he going to leave it throbbing in my pussy? He didn't seem to care that it was driving me to distraction, bringing me closer to orgasm by the second. He held me as the first spasm of orgasmic pleasure swept through me. If he hadn't have been holding me tight I would have collapsed in an orgasmic heap in the middle of the dance floor. Still he didn't turn it off; the feelings were getting greater as I went into a full climax in his arms, hanging on to him for support. I kept biting my lip to prevent myself from crying out in orgasmic pleasure and when the music stopped he switched it off and helped me to my seat, a quivering wreck. I tried to scold him but it was like water off a ducks back, he just smiled and said "So you didn't enjoy it then," knowing how much I love to come. The last waltz struck up. He led me onto the floor and, as we stepped onto the hardwood, one of his friends and his wife whom we often get together with as friends met us. Mike asked if he could have a dance with me. Smiling in his cheeky way he said "How about a wife swap." His wife Gill slapped him playfully and moved into Chris's arms. Mike swept me onto the floor. Again he was a much better dancer that my hubby who almost totally lacks any sense of rhythm. As we swayed to the music I just knew what would happen any moment....and it did. I felt the thing inside me start to buzz gently at first, but get stronger as each second slipped by. Then it changed tempo. Chris might not be able to understand music very well but he knew just how to play my tune. I had no choice but to cling to Mike as if my life depended on it. He looked a little shocked because I'm normally quite well behaved, never drinking too much and so always in charge of my emotions. Was that crazy man of mine going to make me come in someone else's arms? Quite possible! He has been that reckless at other times but never in a place like this, with me in another mans arms. Forget the formal dance hold; my arms went round Mike's neck just hanging on for dear life as that egg brought me closer every second to another climax. Was my dearest going to stop it in time? Did I really want him too? Was I so turned on by the events of the evening? Had I lost my inhibitions enough to want to have a full blown climax in the arms of a virtual stranger? The choice wasn't mine; it was entirely his, the bad man. I groaned as the first tingling sensations crept into my pussy. He wasn't going to stop, should I run for my life or just hang onto Mike? Whatever was he going to think of me obviously having an orgasm in his arms in the middle of the dance floor? Whatever he thought I was not really aware of his reactions as my knees went weak and my body strained to stay upright. My wicked husband had made me come while dancing with another man. Mike was worried about me. I think he thought I had fainted, at least I hoped that was what he thought. What if he knew just what had happened while he was dancing with me? He led me back to the table offering all sorts of comforting advice, "Put your head between your knees," he said "if you feel faint." He got me a glass of water, thinking it would revive me; I needed a big whip to thrash my husband not a glass of water. I was really angry with him, wanted to smash him in the mouth for what he had just done, but as he led Gill back to her table he smiled at me with that wonderful boyish charm, making my tummy turn somersaults. He knew he could get away with anything he liked with me; just giving me that smile, knowing it would melt my heart. Goodbyes all round, lots of kisses from friends and some who were drunk enough to think they were bosom pals and out to the car. He didn't say anything till we got on the road. Then he smiled at me saying "Well did you enjoy that?" "Some of it," I replied. "Oh, which bits didn't you like," he asked, as innocent as a baby. I said "You shouldn't have done that to me when I was dancing with other men" He said "So you don't like orgasms any more? That's a pity because I thought you might like several more before you go to sleep tonight". He knew I couldn't deny I had enjoyed being made to climax in public; he had done it before but not by remote control and not in some other man's arms. He looked across at me and switched that egg on again. As I tensed in the seat he said "Shall I turn it off then?" I managed a strangled "No." Within a mile, even at motorway speed I was thrashing around in the seat as wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure swept through me. I was as turned on as I have ever been. He pressed a button and the seat gently let me fall back into a more comfortable position, almost laying down, giving me room to stretch my legs as my orgasm soared through me. After about five or six miles of constant orgasmic bliss he turned it off, saying "You need a rest for a while." Yes, I thought, about a week would be good. But knowing him, as I do, a few minutes till he dreamed up something else was about my limit. Off the motorway onto country roads he drove with his usual care, till we came to a very nice picnic area. He turned into the car park, stopping the car near one of those cross legged tables with the seats fixed on either side. There were other cars scattered round the area, but none close to where he parked. I thought they, like us, were enjoying a little passion in the outdoors. How innocent must you think I am? It was a beautiful summer's night; well early morning actually, the moon giving enough light to be able to see quite clearly. I thought at last he's getting romantic! He got out and held my door open for me, helping me out of the low sports car. My light cream silk trouser suit looked almost luminescent as I stepped into the moonlight. Leading me to the picnic table he took me in his arms holding me tight to his body. I could feel the bulge in his trousers as he held me tight. He lifted me up so my bum was on the table and then proceeded to take my trousers down, slipping them right off my feet, taking my shoes with them. Then my thong, he pushed me back gently till I was laying on the table top, my pussy bared to his view. He reached into his pocket and turned that damn egg on again. Slipping his fingers into my wet pussy as the egg started to work its magic on my body, his fingers crooked to find my "G" spot and his thumb on my clitty. I didn't care we were exposed in the open. I wanted satisfaction. I needed his big hard cock inside me. All my anger at his embarrassing me throughout the evening was gone, evaporated, with my longing for his cock. As you can imagine it only took seconds for his combined efforts with the egg to bring me to orgasm. Oh, what a fantastic feeling as it sort of crept up on me then at the very last moment it hit me so hard, making me cry out with lust as it ripped through my shaking body. I was screaming at him to fuck me. "Stick your cock in me now." All sorts of obscenities were leaving my lips; things I would never say at any other time. "Please, oh please fuck me now", I cried. But my pussy was still full of that damn egg. He pulled it out by the little cord that still dangled out of me. The feelings it caused after being inside me for hours were not as you might imagine - no relief, just an empty feeling. It made my desire for his cock even greater, I was still begging him for it as he dropped his trousers and presented his straining cock to my lips. As he pushed it into me I climaxed yet again. How many times had he driven me over the edge this evening? But more was still to come. I heard him say "We have an audience." I opened my eyes to see several men with their cocks in their hands watching as he drove his cock deep inside me. To shouts of encouragement from the dirty old men he fucked me so hard I climaxed again and again, my body just responding to the onslaught of his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs over his shoulders allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The shouts of "Go on, mate fuck the little whore hard, give it to her deep" and "Fill her with spunk." Terrible words to a woman of my breeding but turning me on just the same. One of them was close enough for me to be able to see his foreskin jerking back and forth over his shiny knob. I just knew he was going to come over me, and for a fleeting moment I thought about my wonderful new silk suit. The top was still on me, was he going to shoot his come all over it. But a slightly harder thrust took all thoughts of silk suits out of my head as he gripped my thighs giving him leverage to power his huge cock into my so responsive pussy. I think I must have fainted for a few seconds as I suddenly realised he was coming deep inside me, his cock pulsating with the intensity of his own orgasm. I got not one but three of them shooting their hot come at me, not over my precious suit but right into my face. I closed my eyes but couldn't shut my mouth as I needed more air that I could take through my nose. I was gasping for breath but getting copious amounts of spunk instead, as they emptied themselves all over my carefully made up face. One of them actually asked if he could have a go! But thank goodness Chris said "No she's not for sale or hire," letting my legs down and helping me to get something like dressed. Driving the rest of the way home in silent contemplation, I didn't know what to say. What on earth can you say to your husband when he has kept you on the brink of a climax all evening in a crowded room, then made you come in stranger's arms, finally fucking you in public? There is only one thing to say. "Thank you darling." PS: In a phone call from Gill on Monday, she said "Mike was really worried about you, he said it was as if you had come in his arms." "Yes," I replied, "I must admit it sort of felt like that!" * Thanks to all who sent me feedback about my last story. One or two suggested that I might use an editor next time, so I would like to thank 'grumpyg' for editing this story for me. Toys 4 Us: Women Only! Most women (statistics say 80%) do not have orgasms during penetration. So, why don't they? What is the secret? Men love sex whenever and wherever they can have it, but, what is the incentive for a woman for a lot of women if not to have a really great orgasm. We're lucky, and with the right tools and timing, can have many more orgasms than a man, although ours as impacting I think. Here are a couple of my favorite tricks for treats! Now, you young women may have it better figured out. From what I understand, dads are even taking their girls to the toy store for their birthday parties (not sure if that is quite ethical but in any case maybe educational). I remember my friends in college taking human sexuality. I was too embarrassed to take a course like that. I wasn't having intercourse yet being a good Catholic and all. I was waiting for love and marriage to go all the way. Well, of course that only lasted to my 21st birthday. Yet, no orgasm during sex, but I think a couple of clitoral orgasms after that during the relationship. So, what is sex all about, I wondered? The hornier I felt, I began to explore my body. Then I began buying toys. Wow, they worked. Well, I won't admit my age but it took many more years to find the really great toys which men introduced me to. The one thing I did figure out with the regular 6-inch dildoe type of toy was that I could give myself a penetrating orgasm, many orgasms and/or hit the g-spot. I never could quite understand why most men couldn't very often find the g-spot or give me the same kind of orgasm. Even with my live-in boyfriend for nine years, I just got bored with sex and felt it was more of a duty to get through the week. Well, after one break-up, I started dating on the Internet. Dated quite a bit actually and was a bit disappointed that during a sexually prowess time in my life that men still hadn't progressed a whole lot in the orgasm department, except for a few. I started dating on the Internet about 5-6 years ago after I met a friend in Australia who would fly to the mid-west to meet guys. She did it every year or not and referred to her beaus as her 'invisible friends.' I needed to get out, so I gave it a try. I hadn't dated as much since my twenties and was having a lot of fun. The first guy I met up with asked me to dinner and suggested a hotel over the phone. Still at a trusting point in my life, I felt I could really get on with this guy. So, when he said his son had an accident with his car, and asked me to meet him at a hotel, I decided I would although a little reluctant for this clandestine meeting. He mentioned he has a present for me but wouldn't tell me what it was. When I arrived at the hotel, he wanted me to meet him at his hotel room. I asked him to meet me in the lobby instead, in case I needed to make a quick run! However, I was pleasantly surprised and very pleased! He was very handsome with salt and pepper hair and a nice physique. It had been about two years since I had broken up with my boyfriend and I was very, very horny. We started making love immediately after we entered his room. The lovemaking was fantastic! I won't go into details because if you're reading this story, you already know how. After we made love the first time, he brought out his present he had for me. His friend had taken him to the toy shop to get one like he used on his girlfriend. It's called a 'cyber flicker' or power mini-massager which is a toy somewhat like a bullet but made of a material that feels like a natural cock. What I love about it is the little flicker tail on the end that titillates and teases the clitoris. It can be found at some toy stores but definitely online.  His friend said he had given his girlfriend 19 orgasms with this little toy. I had never had THAT many orgasms, many ten or so with my toys but I was game. My partner was a bit competitive and liked chance, so he was determined to beat his friends 19 orgasms. Well, to make a long story short, he stopped counting after I had over 20 orgasms. This little toy was great for multiple orgasms, too, which I had never had. After an exhausting evening of sex and orgasms, the next morning my friend was determined to give me multiple orgasms and since I have given them to myself. He used the cyber flicker, with his finger in my butt, and kept giving me orgasms one after the other. I kept asking him to stop and he said "sweetheart" just be still. It was difficult to have one orgasm after the next being so sensitive after just one, so you can imagine how I was feeling. But, then after about six or seven continuous orgasms, I had a multiple orgasm. It was sensational. So, back to the butt business - I had tried anal sex once and it was like trying to fit a baseball into a pinhole. Ouch! So, I wasn't ever particularly interested in trying it again. But, a finger up the butt felt pretty good and very sensual. Call me old-fashioned or slow, but so are the guys I guess of my generation I guess. I always thought anal sex was a non-heterosexual act. Actually still never have had anal sex but now I want to try and this is how I'm getting ready.  I started dating this one fellow recently and sex has been fantastic. The first time we had sex, he aroused me sensually with a finger up my butt. It had been awhile since I had fooled around and figured this was the man to experiment with. Sex was fantastic but I was still getting used to him the first couple of times so my body wasn't ultimately relaxed. Our second date, knowing I like toys for titling; he brought over his own bag of tricks. We had been seducing each other online and loving every minute of it when we couldn't be together. WOW! A man with a set of his own toys ... a little erotic and a little bewildering! First, we tried the g-spot toy. It didn't do much for me. Then we tried my little cyber flicker. We had fun with that. Then he showed me his butt plug and explained to me that sensation in the anus excites the nerves in a different area that ignites orgasms. After having sex three times, we tried it doggy style. Unbeknownst to me, after first fingering my butt hole nicely, he inserted this butt plug. I was so excited and horny. Then he inserted his cock in my vagina and he would stop and then start again, while holding an erection and fucking me amazingly. Then he said to me, try your little toy. I didn't know if I could reach, but I did and immediately had a great orgasm. I was so wet and weak as he kept fucking me. He kept sliding the butt plug in and out. I could barely stand the excitement. I started spasming and I guess squeezing his cock. I had the first orgasm with a man's cock fucking me and it was the best orgasm I've ever had. I pleaded with him to pull out because I couldn't stand it anymore. I don't know if I had an anal orgasm, a vaginal orgasm or maybe both. I collapsed on the bed for a long time as he finished his self off. Then he said "relax" as he came with control down my butt with his hot cum some seeping in. I was on fire again! He collapsed on the bed and we were finished off literally. "Oh, my God," I told him later. That was the best orgasm I've ever had. Next time, he said, I'll try the real thing! I can't wait! Sex has never been so good. It gets better and better. Remember when we were kids and couldn't ever picture our parents having sex. Well, for the lucky ones, toys enhance the experience to no end. There are so many great toys out there. Have fun and explore. I've shared with you my favorites. And, for those of you in sexless marriages, if your gal hasn't learned about her own body by experimenting with toys, buy her a few! Toy 4 Us rock! ... the world! Toys and Strangers Lisa loved going to the adult store and didn't go often enough. In a way that was okay with her because she didn't want the fun to "wear off" (oh yeah, right, as if it ever could!). But today she was due for a trip. Her vibrator had worn out, big surprise...between her web cam and satisfying her own needs who knows how many times a day, she was lucky it had lasted as long as it did. So she was off to go shopping and was going to make it a good time for all. She was very horny lately and in the mood to find a stranger who would just play with her for an hour or so, then go his way. Was that possible? She was going to find out because that ache between her legs was getting worse by the minute! She threw on a sundress, a wispy little thing that she could be naked under. She wanted to walk through that door and make sure those guys saw tits and pussy approaching and make sure they got her message: touch me between my legs. She wore flat sandals, showing off yesterday's pedicure. Her reddish brown hair hung loosely in soft curls and her make up was soft, feminine, alluring, as was the gentle but musky scent forming around her sex. It was just around 1 p.m. when she reached the store. She had tried Saturdays and had had a fair amount of flirtatious fun but today was Tuesday. She knew they did a good business during the week. She walked in slowly, standing in the doorway while adjusting her eyes from the daylight. She knew that her sundress was transparent and as a couple of men down the aisle ahead of her looked up they could see she was standing their with her legs apart, allowing them a powerful first glance at the silhouette of her shapely thighs. She entered the store and gazed at the magazines. There was little action over there so she glanced around as if looking for something and made her way to the DVD aisle. She perused titles on lesbian action, group and swinger sex, bdsm, then found what she really wanted to see: exhibitionism. She stopped at that section and slowly began reading one DVD title after another. She figured that if someone in the store was going to be interested in her, this would be the best way for him to know exactly what was on her mind. She felt encouraged when a man she thought to be just around 50 or so slowly strolled down the same aisle and stopped a few feet away from her. She looked at him briefly. He was attractive, tall with salt and pepper hair and glasses. He was dressed casually in khaki pants and navy polo shirt. He smiled at her, gave her a quick wink and she invited him over with a smile and wink of her own. There were five or six other men in the store, one of them looked up and watched this guy move towards her. Why was he interested? Had he waited too long to make his move? He was good looking too, dressed as casually as the other guy, not quite as tall, fit looking. Anyway, her new friend approached slowly, taking in the whole of her appearance. The sundress was a material maybe just this side of thin-enough to be legal in public. As she watched him approach she saw his eyes move from her face to her nipples. Yeah, he was hers if she decided she wanted him. He stood a couple of feet closer now as they both looked over DVDs. She pulled one from the shelf about a woman on a nude beach and when she looked at him, he shook his head a little as if to say that wasn't the one. He pulled one from the shelf and showed it to her as if playing the role of salesman. The woman was in a parking lot in the daylight, leaning up against a car and holding up her skirt, her panties gathered around her ankles, and a hungry man's mouth was on her pussy, his hands holding her swollen lips apart. In the background were several men watching. She looked him in the eye, with just the hint of a grin and took the DVD from him as she made her way to the toy wall. This was her favorite part of the store. They had things she had never even heard of and it always aroused her intensely to look at these in public. She especially loved it when a guy watched her take a package from the display, look it over, touch the toy through the packaging, then put it back on its hook. Today was even better. Her friend followed her over to the toys. She was ready to spend a few bucks here because she loved her toys. Her stranger was again just a few feet away from her and she was aware of her heart racing. This man wanted her, she knew that. And she wanted him to touch her. The how and the when...they had yet to be determined. But she knew it was going to happen. Now it was time to enjoy the foreplay. She found a flesh-colored dildo with such graphic anatomical detail it could have been real! She removed it from the wall, looking closely at it through its plastic cover. It was a bit thicker than the average cock but she loved that feeling of being stretched while a guy pushed his thick meat into her, fitting tightly, hearing him moan as he broke through and moved deeply into her cunt. Oh man was she horny or what! This was a definite purchase. Next she wanted to find something to buzz on her clit. That kind of toy was always good for a quick cum, especially when she was getting out of the shower on a work day, getting horny at the sight of her naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was good for playing on camera, too. She found a most captive audience when she could reach for her pussy, pull back the hood and let a couple of guys watch her orgasm with a buzzy toy vibrating on her clit. She could cum quickly and that's what they wanted so they could move on to the next hot on-line slut. She was no different. It was always a good night for her if she could find three or four cocks to shoot for her while they watched her masturbate. He watched her in her thoughts, she stood still as if recalling something. He wanted to know what it was and he was ready to make a move. She wanted his attention. "Decisions, decisions" he whispered to her from maybe two feet away. She was awakened from her thoughts at the sound of his voice. She wanted that voice whispering in her ear, she wanted to hear him tell her what he wanted from her. She turned to him, nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of her dress. She reached for one of the dress straps, helped it fall from her shoulder. The swell of her breasts became more prominent and she looked into his eyes. He took the signal for what it was and moved closer. "Are you finding the toy you really want to find?" he asked. His voice had quite an effect on her. It was low, husky, even. He sounded like a man in control, another very arousing quality for Lisa. She was always very aroused when a man took control of her body, used it for his own pleasure, causing her to surrender at so many levels. Finding this man was more than she had bargained for. She found a very cute little deal, a brass tone cylinder shaped tormenter, battery operated. "Well, I like both of these for different reasons" she said softly. He eyed them both, the differences between them. Ah, he thought, she isn't fooling me. She likes it slow and deep sometimes, other times she wants it quick, hard. "Hm. I can see the differences." She was wet and felt her inner thighs becoming sticky. He leaned towards her and whispered, "You smell wonderful you know. You have the kind of gentle scent that men never forget. It's filling the air around us with a remarkable sweetness." She could only look at him. He took the DVD and the two toys from her and spoke again. "I can see the obvious differences. Now this one, the smaller one, would provide you with quick release, while the other would allow you to languish over fantasies as it moved slowly and deeply into you, stretching you to fit into you. Am I right?" She gave him a throaty, suggestive giggle. He gazed intently into her eyes. "Ah yes, I can see I am right. My name is Bill." "Hi Bill. I'm Lisa" and she extended her hand to shake Bill's. He took her hand and while moving his eyes to her blushing cleavage and hard nipples he moved her hand slowly, waiting for hesitation from her and finding none, continued until her hand came to rest on his bulging crotch, his erection unmistakable. Her hand softly engulfed the mass there, aware of his balls, his cock straining against his pants. She gasped softly. He bent towards her and planted a very soft kiss on her cheek. "Lisa, I think it's time for us to move the counter and pay for these items, don't you? And I won't take no for an answer, these are my gifts to you." She was ready to follow him anywhere. They approached the counter and that same man was watching them again. Oh well, she thought, she'd be back soon enough and if he were here again, it would be his turn. Bill took out cash, paid for the purchases and led Lisa outside. Lisa tried to direct him to her car but they continued walking. The parking lot of the store went from front to one side of the building. There was no parking allowed in the back but that's where he led her. Her heart pounded and all she wanted was his hands on her, whatever he wanted from her, he could have.