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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.
 ...J turned me around, lubricated his dick, and slid it up my ass, standing up. I had a very hard time standing with him thrusting easily in and out of my ass, holding me, fondling my breasts. I kept wanting to let my knees buckle and collapse on the bed. He had me bend over and touch my toes, locking my knees, and he went deeper, and it felt sublime.
He asked if I wanted him to go even deeper---I said yes, so we got on the bed. I laid on my back and he got on top, and thrust in slowly. He went in and out so slowly, gently, lovingly. He kissed my neck and made love to me and it drove me insane. I trembled. I rubbed myself against him. I asked if I could scream when I came; he said he’d prefer I didn’t---so when I came quickly, I internalized it and it was a ten--a head to toes ten. He kept going and it only got better for me. It felt so incredible, I whimpered; I couldn’t think. It was like a cloud bank had moved into my head. I was whimpering so much, J asked if I wanted him to stop---I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t speak. So seeing this, he said, “Squeeze me if you want me to continue.” I put my arms around him and squeezed and he went on. Tears came to my eyes; I nearly cried. My whimpering increased and he asked again if he should stop. It took me several minutes to say “switch”. He Understood me, put on a condom, and got in my cunt. I almost came again, and would have if J lasted longer. I wasn’t disappointed I didn’t. When he came, I moaned as if I were coming. I was just about dead after. I laid there motionless, J watching me, so very pleased with himself. Ten minutes it took before I could speak in complete sentences. As soon as I could laugh, I laughed. J said that although I wasn’t the first girl that had lost the power of speech, I was the first to do so during anal sex.  ...we went driving---at liquor stores we bought cokes, JD coolers, and condoms---we ended up at a church, where we drank in the parking lot---and then Mt. SAC---it was all open and I took R to see Dr. D’s classroom---and he pissed against the door---then we wandered through the hallways---the dark enclosed hallways, finally stopping in one for….experimentation---first we were going to try ball-sucking---he leaned against a little brick wall, and I got on my knees, and he pulled down everything---he was totally hard---I tried seeking out his balls, but his fully erect penis was just so inviting, I concentrated more on that---my arms went around his legs---and he pulled my shirt up, and my bra up, and went for my breasts, pushing them together, and fucking between them, pressing the nipples against the end---once he pinched my nipple and I cried out a little---then he wanted to fuck me up the ass---we tried on one little wall---I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but made him take them down---he tried, but the angle was all wrong---so he had me kneel on the stairs and that worked---it hurt a little, but felt great---the motion of it all was amazing...it was funny though---after he came and pulled out, he said the condom was gone---it was still in my ass---so I pulled it out and flung it on the grass---he accidentally left the others on the wall, too...and there was come on my legs..
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