My friends send me the best shit to write about. These come from the Etsy store GlowFYourself. All of these are custom built and available today. You can even request a custom buttplug, if these smutpunk designs aren't arousing enough for you.
And there are many, many more. The obvious question is would a person be able to get off having a shark eating a leg stuffed in their butt? I think the answer is yes, because people are so diverse, creative, and deliciously strange that anything is possible sexually. But what's most likely the orgasmic experience of these devices is the fetishization of their satiric and iconoclastic nature. These not only cross conventional boundaries that define what is arousing and sexy, but trample institutions with strict propriety: a butt plug converted from a children's game, from a horrific and deadly animal attack, from sacred Christian imagery, from a pagan totem designed to elicit good luck. This is the tantalizing, titillating, nipple hardening, brain stimulating power of these objects. And, fuck, may god bless them.
I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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