My Pink Lips Pussy Stroker, oh how I love thee.
Explosive orgasms you coax out of me.
A hefty 7 inches, unmatched in real life;
with you in my hand, who needs a wife?
Tight ribbed walls and easy to clean.
My Pink Lips Pussy Stroker, you’re the only girl for me.

I realize I have always been a guy with rather pedestrian tastes, but if I can get my eyes from staring at the box cover of this DVD, it will be a miracle! I have always enjoyed every possibly part of the woman I am attracted to; breasts, thighs, butts, the beautiful folds of welcoming bare ‘Y’, but I saw the title of this DVD and saw cover picture of the guy licking down (or was it up? the girl’s shoe…fuck man, I think I have found my calling! The wife has no idea why I have this sudden urge to take her shopping, suggesting: “I need to treat you to something pretty, maybe a nice new pair of shoes. You know how great I think your legs are, maybe a good high heel?”

True, I do love her muscular thighs, so she takes my suggestions and out we go, but little does my sweetie bear know that when she modeled those three-inch pumps for me last night, and I sat behind her oooing and ahhing, it wasn’t necessarily to the elongated taut line of the backs or the thighs-which really did look delicious-but my eyes were down a little further south, on the arch of her foot, the near redness of her ankle and when she turned to face me I had to keep my eyes from her exposed toes or I knew I was going to come right there and then!

To think I come so late in life to this, but they say our body chemistry changes every seven years, right? That we can acquire and loose allergies as we do hair. Am I a foot fetishist now for no real reason then things change, shit happens, I am getting older? Who knows? I do know though that the pics I have in my cell phone my wife let me take, when she thought I was focusing on her thighs (and I did get one or two of them), those pics I snuck of her feet in those new heels have made me happier then I have ever been.

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“Wow,” George offered when I reached the three of them. He was dressed as a sexy pirate; patch over one eye, too-tight jodhoppers and no shirt. “Girl!” Julia offered, reaching across the guys to kiss me. I let her spin me, affording them all the view of the thin black shoulder straps and back of the baby doll, my wide round ass under it, easily revealed in the black thong buried between my ample cheeks. Teetering on my modest heels I tried to act as calm as I definitely did not feel as my three best friend continued their inspection. I turned back around and Juan still couldn’t manage his open thick lips to form words. Wearing no bra as I was-that was a first for me too-my 36 dees were well presented in the thin lacy front and given that I was more then a bit excited my nipples were poking out hard. I had sensed I might present a rather provocative ‘picture’ tonight, but it wasn’t until I was standing there before my trio of best college buddies that I truly realized how powerful a picture I presented.

The thing about Halloween is, adults can dress in whatever outrageous outfit they like and blame it on the night. But I wasn’t dressed like a sexy witch or a nurse, I wasn’t sporting any outrageous cod piece, I was simply here as me, just dressed in lingerie my best friends had dared me to wear. Sure no one was going to argue the technicalities of what I had on; shit, looking around the room I saw guys dressed as drunken frat boys with holes so strategically placed in their jeans their were just about bare-balled…which, of course, was no different from how they normally dressed. But this was the least amount of clothes I had ever worn in public. People here knew me as the quiet, the thick Filipino girl who usually dressed in bulky sweaters and jeans. I was definitely earning all the stares in the room, and for the first time in my life I liked it. “Man, look at those stems!” George exclaimed as I took a step back from them all, still reveling in their staring. I wasn’t insulted that my tall friend wasn’t locked on my tits; I had always known George to be a leg and ass man. It was no surprise that he had noticed my legs, the fucking merrywidow was that short. Just covering my crotch, the stretchy stockings and garters attached to the bottom of the lacy outfit really accentuated my legs.

And damn if he wasn’t right; my legs did look great. When I had left my dorm room I was so wet with just walking across the quad, the light front of this very thin so high up on me, the stockings really making me feel purposeful in my strut. I loved the oh-so-quick little peaks of thigh I caught as I had walked, making excuses to myself that I was just looking down to watch the placement of my high heels across the pitted college campus. With my head down I had crossed campus, hoping other people spied my legs as I did from under the folds of my coat. A girl my size never, ever shows leg (at least I never did); though I do have nice legs, next to all those thinner-than-thin girls I see wiggling down the campus byways, I have always been aware of being quite the polar opposite with my thick long gams. And despite what I was doing here tonight, I usually don’t relish comparisons or stares, even if both are complimentary.

But I felt the ample amount of bare thigh showing above the stocking and below the outfit made me want to pose even more. It felt as if my legs weren’t really attached to my body, they were like separate sexy things. I’m not sure if I could have explained it really, but the combination of the sheer black lingerie, heels and the thong made me feel both so sweet and so naughty all at the same time.
I presented each leg to my friends by slowly pointing the toe of each pump. “I’m gonna need another drink,” Juan finally said, we all laughed and he lean in, kiss my cheek. “Damn,” he added, leaning back off me and looking me up and down again. I let another ten seconds or so pass, took a breath (pushing out my chest of course) and then looked to them all. “I think I’ll mingle,” I said, spinning from them. I did look over my shoulder though to make sure they were looking (not that I had any doubt). Dare or no dare, had my friend’s unwittingly created a monster this Halloween?

What do I know? I figure glass, shit man that’s gonna be hard to take. Heating and cooling it, wow, that might be a little much. And those nubs, and the shape of the thing… Well never let it be said I dip my toe in the water when it comes to playing with sex toys. I bought a Cyberglass Snake of Paradise for me and my girlfriend Gayle, and we have never been happier. It’s a glass dildo-yeah glass-with textured bumps, and a snake-y wavy body…it also happens to be 8 1/2 inches long (mmmmrmmm) and one-inch wide. For us lesbians who like to be filled from time to time, like Gayle and I, it’s just about perfect.

Those nubs I mentioned before are rounded, so they really get you when inserted and the thing has like these three separate waves of the shaft so you get it right where you need it. It even has a nice tail which you can hold as a handle when your thrusting it in your…well, you get the picture And because it’s glass there is the heat up/cool down factor. This is what really sends me and Gayle and what surprised me so much. If you would have told me I’d be using a glass dildo, and heating and cooling it no less, I would have said you were crazy. It’s amazing how much we can learn about ourselves.

“You just leave your toys out to all your new gentleman callers?” I asked turning to her with as wicked a deep dimpled smile as I could muster considering how nervous I was.

“Well, I had no way of knowing if you’d see it,” she purred and got up on her knees. As always, my eyes dropped to the petite girl’s massive chest. “I was hoping, but if you didn’t, I could always show it to you later.”

“You are a very interesting girl,” I said, turning back to lift the anal toy from its box.

“I assume this is clean and ready for use?” I said turning back to her once again. I couldn’t help but play the tail over my pal.

“I wouldn’t put it out if it wasn’t,” Vanessa said as I stepped to her, and held the pony plug between us.”And I have the lube right here next to my bed if and when we need it.” She knelt up fully on the edge of the bed then, leaned her head back and I looked down to her thick lips. We kissed fast and just before our tongues met I released from the kiss.

“So, for you or me,” I said, looking down her alabaster cleavage to the pony plug I held.

“I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

“I guess we will,” I said and moved to kneel on the bed with Vanessa.

For me, it’s not the look or even the use of a sex toy, that gets to me as much as its name, the way the advertisement copy describes it, the way I catch some maybe even talking about a toy when they don’t think I’m listening. All I had to do was read the words Titan Men Anal Training Tool #1 and I was hooked. Not from the idea of the thing up my ass-which for sure I wanted a woman to coax me to take-or even the look of the squat 4-by-1 inch anal plug (I have had bigger things up my ass) but the words “Anal Training”; wow did that send me.

See, for me, it’s the implication in a word like “training”, the potential it implies, the future of having a woman work me over to get me up to speed, to make me get it, whatever ‘it’ is, right. I know the Titan would be the perfect tool to train my ass, it’s got an antibacterial Sili-A-Gel in it for cleanliness, it’s smooth, not all that big so it can be used quite often or kept in a long time. But really it’s less the idea of the thing being used on me, then it is just that word ‘training’ that sends me.