Kay’s not shy in the bedroom. I talk dirty to her the whole time we’re fucking, and she gets off on it. So, when I said to her that I wanted a toy—that I wanted to play with her and a toy together—she said what she always says, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I made it my mission to find a toy that would get us both off, and in the end, I went with an anal plug.

I was certain she’d balk, completely sure that she’d have an issue with something in her ass. When I’d said toy, I’m sure Kay thought I’d meant a vibrator. But I was eager to see her stuffed full of the stunning blue-marbled glass butt plug I’d chosen. I’d gone with the small one just so I could coax her into using it. I planned on telling her it was way too small to be scary when I presented my argument. Since I assumed I’d have to have one.
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Trust me, it’s a sad day when your favorite sex toy dies. I held my beloved vibrator in one hand and gently coaxed the “on” button into the upright position. Nothing. I slid in four batteries stolen from my flashlight. Nada. I considered using my fingers instead, you know, going au naturel. But I’ve grown accustomed to the way the rumbling motor feels against my clit. Manual wasn’t going to cut it for me anymore.

Resigned, I swapped my nightie for a dress that was fairly similar—spaghetti straps, light polka-dotted material. The day was hot already; the air scented with wild honeysuckle. All I wanted to do was drive to the sex-toy store, buy a new vibe, and return home to jack off. I didn’t need to be dressed in too polished a manner.

When I entered the store, however, I immediately wished I’d put more thought into my outfit. The clerk at the counter had the look of a man who lives to fuck—but maybe that was simply because I was incredibly horny. My trusty machine had died mid-vibrate. I’d been halfway to paradise when the power sputtered out. Still, as I looked over the wall of vibrators, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at the man behind the counter. He had black curly hair and striking features—all angular and sleek, even beneath the five o’clock shadow he was sporting at 10 a.m.
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I wasn’t snooping, Tina, I swear,” said my husband, standing next to my night table with my vibrator in his hand. “I was looking for the TV remote.”

I must admit I was a little embarrassed, but Daniel was smiling, so I made light of the situation. “I’m sure I’m not the only pilot’s wife to own one,” I replied, smiling back. “Sometimes I get horny when you’re away.”

Daniel didn’t seem at all threatened by my battery-powered friend. In fact, I caught a sexy gleam in his eye, and I wasn’t surprised in bed that night when he asked to see me use my toy. What did surprise me was the effect my display had on the two of us. I was shy at first, but when I saw how aroused Daniel was becoming from watching me, I quickly lost all inhibition and really let myself get into it. Slipping off my nightgown, I traced my nipples with the tip of the vibe until they stood as hard as bullets. I felt my skin getting warm and tingly all over, and I slipped the toy between my breasts and squeezed them together until the nipples touched. Then I cupped one breast in my hand and held my nipple between the tip of the vibrator and my tongue.
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“Want to help me study, Melissa?”

I looked at the books spread out on the table. Craig was taking a course to become an EMT, and the amount of work he put into studying was intense. In fact, our erotic extracurricular activities had been sadly curtailed as of late. And when I say “sadly,” I mean no sex for Melissa sadly.

Craig and I had been like newlyweds since we’d met. You know the type. We made out in public, held hands in line at the grocery store, went for long rides in which I spent much of my time with my head in his lap. No question about it, we had the kind of white hot connection you read about in romance novels. At least, we did until he added those EMT classes to his schedule. Now, he was working his regular forty hour a week job and adding school and studying on top of that.

“Do you, Melissa?”

Oops. I hadn’t responded. I’d hoped that tonight would be different. Did he have to study on a Saturday? I’d even gotten dolled up in a brand new pale pink baby doll nightie and high heeled feather tipped boudoir slippers. Under my nightie was a pair of rose colored boyshorts I’d been fantasizing about Craig ripping off of me.

I didn’t say any of that, of course. All I said was, “Sure,” although my tone might have let him know that studying wasn’t my number one choice of entertainment.

“Great,” he said, his face lighting up with wicked intent. “I’m done with the book part of the coursework. Now I have to practice the hands on exercises.”

“What does that mean?” I was growing a little alarmed. “I have to act like a sick person?” The last time I was onstage, I played a munchkin in Mrs. Lincoln’s second grade play. I nearly fainted from stage fright.

“No, baby. I just want to use some different tools you know, to make sure I’m comfortable with them. I don’t want to get in front of the class for my final and choke.”

I took a deep breath. My Saturday night was rapidly going downhill. Was he going to bandage me? Take my blood pressure? Make me breathe into a tube? Then I saw the glint of metal something shiny was in Craig’s fist. I turned my head to try to catch what he was holding, but he kept the tool out of my sight. There was something odd going on. I could tell from a subtle shift in the air. When I looked into his green eyes, I saw a flicker that had been missing for the past few months while he’d been working so hard. Lust. Definitely lust.

“What are you doing, Craig?”

“You know, there are times when an EMT has to cut the clothing off someone.”

Oh, fuck. He had scissors. I murmured the word under my breath. Craig shook his head. “Not scissors trauma shears.”

Right then, I realized that our Saturday night wasn’t going to be a total loss. But what I didn’t realize at first was that this was the end of my boyshorts. I should have had more forethought. I ought to have said, “Let me slip into something old and ratty.” However, Craig didn’t give me a chance. But this was a unique situation. Craig had a brand new toy, and he was aching to use it. He wasn’t about to wait for me to change into old duds.

“Why don’t you get comfortable,” he said.

I looked where he was motioning. Did he want me on the sofa or on the floor? Before I could ask, Craig was helping me, spreading me out on our carpet, arranging me exactly how he wanted. That’s when I saw the rest of the toys. While I’d been moping in the bedroom, bemoaning the fact that our sex life had been so pathetically curtailed, he had been setting up for an all night extravaganza. On a scarlet pillow by the sofa lay an assortment of Craig’s favorite toys: handcuffs, nipple clamps, a vibrator, a ball gag, and more. Before I could take a full inventory, he reached for one of the toys, and suddenly my world went dark.

A blindfold.

“Craig?” I asked tentatively.

“You’ve been so patient, Melissa,” he said, attaching the blindfold easily into place with the strip of Velcro at the back. “I think you deserve a night of total pleasure.”

I liked the sound of that. But I couldn’t forget the trauma shears he’d shown me at the start. How would they get along with the rest of his toys? I took a breath and tried to relax. “That’s a girl,” Craig said. “Deep, easy breathing.” He sounded like the EMT he hoped to become. His bedside manner was truly calming.

Then I felt the cuffs, and the word “calm” immediately disappeared from my vocabulary. “Craig.”

“Shhh,” he said. “I have a ball gag, but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

I bit my lip. Now I had on a blindfold and my wrists were bound over my head. Craig seemed to be moving around me, but I couldn’t imagine what he was doing. Not until I felt my legs being spread apart. What was he doing down there? My mind clicked into place as he wrapped my ankles in our sturdy leather thongs. He was attaching one of my legs to the sofa leg and the other to our antique table the very table he’d been studying at earlier in the evening. My mind began to paint pictures of the room: our Christmas tree in the corner, stockings on the mantel, Craig’s books piled high on the oak table, his study cards spread out. What a happy tableau the scene was until you came to me right in the very center of the room: a present waiting to be unwrapped.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. When I am in the mood, I have a very difficult time holding back. Before I even began to think about begging, I felt cold steel against my skin. Craig was running the edge of the shears up my leg. I shivered, but I didn’t move, didn’t speak. My whole body felt frozen except my core. My pussy was instantly hotter and wetter than I can ever remember it being. Craig had torn me out of a lot of outfits, but he’d never used scissors before. Why not? Why had it taken us this long to find a brand new tool?

I felt him reach the bottom of my baby doll nightie. I sighed. I liked this nightie, but I liked getting laid more. I heard the whisper of the scissors cutting through the fabric.

Bye bye, baby doll.

Craig spread the nightgown open. I felt his mouth on my nipples first the right, then the left. He breathed on them to make them hard, and I arched my back and groaned. My nipples are extremely sensitive. There have been times when I’ve nearly climaxed simply from having Craig tease and taunt my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. But I knew something else was coming. I’d spied the array of toys before Craig had begun.

Suddenly I felt something pinch. He must have set down the shears and reached for our beloved nipple clamps. Yes, that was definitely what he’d done. I swallowed hard as he tightened the clamps on my tits. The pinch and the pull made me more turned on than I’d been all night. That subtle throb of pain crested through me, made not so subtle when Craig tugged at the chain running between the two clamps.

“Jesus,” I muttered.

He tugged again. My pussy responded automatically, as if it were connected internally to my breasts. Each time he tugged my nipples, my cunt contracted.

“Do you like that?”

“Like” wasn’t exactly the word I had been thinking of. No matter how much I crave the experience, I can never grow entirely accustomed to the sensation of having clamps on me. This doesn’t stop Craig from using them often sometimes even slipping them on me in public, when we’re out to dinner or at the movies, knowing that I will do my best to behave and not make noise or complain no matter how tight the clamps.

Since we were home, I didn’t have to be quiet. But I also didn’t want Craig to use the ball gag on me, so I did my best to contain my noises to soft mewlings rather than flat out moans. I wasn’t doing a very good job, though. Each time he tugged on the chain, I gasped and groaned. When he relaxed the slack, my body would relax as well. Then he added a new trick to the program. He bent down and licked my pussy through my boyshorts. Oh, that felt good. I wriggled my hips, enjoying the feeling of his tongue, and then he tugged on the clamps once more. So that was the way he was going to play: a moment of bliss followed by a twinge of pain. No worries. I could get used to that.

Craig treated me to several long, slow licks of his tongue against the gusset of my panties. I held my breath waiting for the corresponding tugs on the chain, and Craig didn’t let me down. In spite of my effort to keep quiet, I groaned. He was nearly lifting me off the floor with each pull. And I was nearly coming with each lick.

But right when I started to get accustomed to the rhythm, the action stopped. There was a moment when I felt Craig looking at me. That might sound strange because I had the blindfold on. But we have been together so long that I know his movements. I was aware of his gaze, and goose bumps rose on my arms. He was staring at me I could easily imagine with that fierce look of concentration on his face. I know that look well. I’ve caught him with the same expression when he’s immersed in studying. But now he was studying me. What was he thinking? What was he planning?

Oh . . . I shouldn’t have wondered. Suddenly, I felt my favorite vibrator pressed up against my panties. A thrill ran through me. He was going to let me come! Craig was going to get me off, to let me reach that place of pleasure. At least, I hoped he was. I bit my bottom lip and let myself prepare for release. Except I couldn’t. I felt embarrassed by the position I was in. He’d bound me down, blindfolded me, and now was entirely in charge of my body’s responses. If he pressed the vibrator hard on my clit, I couldn’t help but moan. If he pulled back a bit, I arched greedily, searching for that rumbling motor.

“I want you to come for me, Melissa,” Craig whispered, and I sighed gratefully. “I want you to come so I can fuck that sweet, juicy pussy of yours.” His words ratcheted up my excitement. “And as soon as you do come,” he continued, “I’m going to cut those panties off you and put a clip right on your clit.”

Uh oh. Now I didn’t know what I wanted. He was promising me two things at once: pain and pleasure. But this was an odd situation pleasure before pain, rather than as a reward. If I let go and came, he would put a clamp right on my clit. The two desires warred within me. Craig took no pity. He worked that vibrator against my clit like a pro. But then he introduced something new: his cock, right near my mouth.

He must have stripped after blindfolding me. I hadn’t even stopped to consider what he might be wearing. I liked the fact that he’d been naked while moving around me and teasing me so sweetly. And now he wanted me to suck him while he used the vibrator on me. I tried to wrap my mind around how I must look, in a sixty nine with a blindfold on, while Craig ran a vibrator over my panty clad pussy. Then I stopped trying to visualize and simply started to suck. I got as much of Craig’s cock down my throat as I could, and then he really started to work me over with the toy.

My moans reverberated around his rod, and Craig moaned in return I know how much he likes the way my muffled moans feel against his skin. But he knows me, as well. He is fully aware of how I best like to use the vibrator, and he didn’t let me down. At the start, I always crave the barrier of fabric between my pussy and the bulbous head of the machine. Otherwise, the sensation is too extreme. Craig made circles with the sex toy over my clit, the larger circles that crested over my pubic bone, and then smaller circles within circles until he honed in on my hot little button. Ultimately, I couldn’t hold off any longer. I came like a powerhouse, my whole body trembling, my pussy tightening and releasing in uncontrollable spasms.

If he’d been fucking my pussy right then, I thought to myself. I would have milked him off in no time. As it was, I sucked him even harder, and then felt the way his body tightened right before he climaxed down my throat.

Immediately, the vibrator moved away. I heard the click as Craig shut off the toy, and then the cool steel of the trauma shears met my skin once more.

Bye bye, boyshorts.

As Craig cut me out of the panties, I wondered whether he really would do what he’d promised. Why I even questioned his intent makes no sense. He never lies to me. Still, I hadn’t fully formulated that thought before I felt the clip on my clit.

Holy fuck. I shivered all over, every ounce of energy in my body now focused on the tingling radiating from my clitoris. I started breathing hard, and I flexed my back as much as the bindings would allow. Craig chose this moment to climb on top of me and thrust inside my cunt.

Now my brain got confused. Enjoy the feeling of being fucked, or focus on the pain pleasure pain pleasure hum emanating from my core? I chose the former, because it complemented the latter. There was pain, yes, but the pleasure was so intense that it negated any pain. Craig knows exactly what I need. As he did push ups over my body, he made sure his cock hit all those perfect places inside me.

“Count down from ten,” Craig said.

“What? Why?” I imagined what he might be planning next. He’d already brought me to one quick climax.

“Just do it.”

I started slowly, “Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . ” and then I realized he was going to take the clamp off when I hit number one, and I sped up, “seven six five . . . ” until I reached one.

To my relief, he removed the clamp, and a rush of sensations raced through me. But now I could concentrate solely on the pleasure of the ride. Or could I? Before I could truly process the next part of the game, Craig was undoing the cuffs, untying the bindings, and then I was flipped facedown on the carpet, the blindfold still in place.

Where? What? How? Oh. Those trauma shears again, this time separating the baby doll up the back. Craig is nothing if not thorough. Then I felt something else. He had placed the vibrator under me and turned on the motor. “You hold the wand,” he said gruffly. “Do it the way you like.”

That’s why he’d taken off the cuffs. I obeyed the command immediately, taking over the controls, running that most treasured toy over my pussy. As I lost myself in the vibrations, Craig gripped my hips from behind. Soon he was in me once more, hoisting me up to my knees so he could fuck me doggy style. I strove to keep my balance on two knees and one arm as I continued to work myself with the vibrator. That felt divine. My muscles were feeling shaky, but I somehow forced myself to stay upright.

“Don’t you come until I say you can.”

“What? What do you mean?” I was already on the cusp again.

“Greedy little slut, don’t you dare come until I do.”

I had a vibrator pressed to my clit, and Craig’s rock hard rod throbbing inside me. What did he think I was going to do?

“Do you understand me?”

I might have nodded. I was lost in a no man’s land of worry. Would he notice if I came without permission? I had to think he would.

“Don’t you dare, Melissa. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

Shit. I lowered the vibrator. The building pressure to climax gradually subsided. But Craig was playing a mean game. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?”

“Craig!” I was beyond frustrated. He wanted me to touch myself, but he wouldn’t let me come? “What kind of twisted game is this?” I said before I could stop myself.

“Aha, so you do need the ball gag,” he said, and I went limp and uttered a halfhearted groan. I didn’t want a ball gag. I didn’t need a ball gag. But as soon as he said the words “ball gag,” my pussy got instantly wetter. Some dark corner of myself lives for the moment when Craig uses this type of toy on me. My faux protests didn’t hold water because I was already opening my mouth. Craig didn’t hesitate. He reached for the gag and slid it into place. I tasted the rubber and made a face, and yet my pussy clenched. There is no arguing with the way your body responds to stimuli and mine was more than responding.

“Now, let’s try this again,” Craig said, getting back into place behind me. “You work your clit with the vibrator, but don’t come until I tell you it’s okay. Do you get that?”

I nodded.

“Good girl.”

He entered me once more, and I turned on the toy. At first, I cheated. I ran the vibrator on my inner thighs, steering clear of my pussy. But Craig cottoned on to that immediately, because the vibrator nudged against his balls.

“Your pussy,” he hissed, grabbing a handful of my hair. I lowered my head and did what he said, one arm trembling, legs straining. What would happen if I failed? I didn’t want to think about that. Thankfully, Craig said right then, “I’m close, baby. So fucking close.”

I bit against the gag, let the vibrator press hard right on my clit.

“Now!” Craig demanded, and I came with him, gratefully, gracelessly, my whole body shaking. I dropped the vibrator. He pulled off my blindfold, and I blinked to see that we were in semi darkness, lit only by the twinkling bulbs on the Christmas tree. So romantic! I thought, but couldn’t say, as the gag was still in place. Craig undid the fastener, and I took in a deep breath. My body felt pounded. I was dressed in tatters.

“Poor little match girl,” Craig joked as he helped me out of what was left of my outfit.

“I really liked those panties,” I said sadly.

Craig grinned and grabbed a package from underneath the tree.

“Don’t worry,” he said in a deep Santa voice. “Even though you’re on the naughty list, you got a gift.”

Hello, boyshorts!

I discovered sex toys in college, when a boyfriend introduced me to the joy of feeling a vibrator buzzing against my clit while a butt plug probed my ass, and his cock slammed into my pussy. It was a triple thrill! From that day forward, when Pete and I fooled around, some sort of toy or implement was usually involved. He taught me that sex toys are not just for single girls, and that they can easily be incorporated into sex with a partner.

I continued to expand my sex toy collection after Pete and I broke up, and when a friend who knew of my love of buzzing appliances asked if I wanted to become a sex toy saleswoman, I jumped at the chance. My friend had just started doing administrative work for a home party company and had heard about openings in their sales department. I’d never sold anything before, but I was such an ardent fan of adult toys that my enthusiasm and knowledge made me a natural.

The job was quite lucrative, and I paid my tuition with what I earned extolling the virtues of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, lubricants, sex gels and more. But even better than the cash, I got a big discount on products and was able afford any toy that caught my eye. I love the products so much that I found myself wanting to share my experience and knowledge with every woman I met, and customers started referring friends to me.

I felt good knowing that I was helping women have orgasms sometimes the first of their lives. Some of my customers had never even seen a vibrator up close, and they were as intrigued by the Hitachi Magic Wand and Wahl electric vibes as they were by the pretty battery operated ones.

At one party, a customer slipped a tiny vibrator over her index finger and giggled after she’d turned it on. “Oooh!” Jane exclaimed. “I like that.”

“Now just imagine what that’ll feel like . . . down there,” I said to her. “Here, let me show you something.” I took the toy from her and told her to hold out her hand and close her eyes. She bit her lips nervously as I ran the little vibe along her palm. “Picture the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. Picture him pressing this against your clit.” She moaned, which was the response I was hoping for. When the other women saw Jane’s reaction, they wanted me to test the vibe on their hands. That toy was the evening’s bestseller.

Gloria, a single woman in her thirties, bought one and went into the bathroom to try it out on the spot. Minutes later, she emerged glowing and breathless, raving about the orgasm she’d had. That was the best free advertising I could ask for!

Some of the ladies I visit know about vibrators, but they’d never considered the world of sex toys beyond those buzzing playthings. I share stories about my favorite items and about the guys I know who are fans of them. “Yes, ladies, guys like to watch you play with your toys. It’s a myth that they’re jealous. They’re visual creatures and want to see you going wild, and if you let them hold the toy and guide it, it’s like they’re doing the work while you get the benefit.” I give out my e mail address so the women can report back to me about which toys they liked best and any suggestions they have to enhance people’s toy fun. I love learning about what gets women and their partners excited, and I use those stories to fuel my sales and sometimes my own sex life!

Some people hate taking their work home with them, but I love it! When I go home for the evening, I take a hot bath and either use a waterproof vibe, or prime myself for what I’ll play with afterward.

A few months ago, I started dating Noah, who’s super sexy, but is often out of town traveling with the band he manages. Sometimes he texts me during the day, and we start steaming up our phones. He’ll send me explicit messages, telling me what he wants to see me do, and just thinking about it makes me crazy.

On those evenings, we’ll get on Skype, and I’ll break out my toys for him. I love showing off, and this way I get to feel like he’s close to me even when he’s not. “Use the nipple clamps,” he told me the other night. I usually like to use them with him, because he’ll yank on the chain and tease me. He kept instructing me, with his cock in his hand and a hungry look on his face, and I realized that obeying his orders pleased me as much as it pleased him.

“What should I use next?” I asked, and Noah selected a big red dildo.

“I’m gonna need some lube with this one,” I told him, making sure he saw the lube slowly drizzling onto my fingers, then got a good view of me rubbing the liquid along my pussy lips, and over the toy to make it as slick as possible.

“If I were there, I’d make sure you were nice and juicy with my tongue.” He was half joking, because even though he gets me very wet, lube is always a fun extra, whether it’s sweet tasting flavored lube or something to make sure I have no chance of getting dry and uncomfortable.

As much as I love my toys, they’re no substitute for the real thing, especially Noah’s giant cock, but since I couldn’t be with him, that red dildo was a good replacement. Knowing he was watching me made me want to take the toy completely inside my pussy, even though when I’m on my own I tend to only use about three quarters of the extra large cock.

“Yeah, shove it in all the way, Noelle,” Noah urged. I saw that he’d taken out a small bottle of lube and made his cock slick and shiny. I fucked myself with the proxy cock, and when I shut my eyes, I could almost imagine it was Noah’s. I spread my legs wider, and knowing he was watching spurred me on, encouraging me to shove the whole thing inside me. I used one hand to thrust the toy in and out, and used the other to press a small pink vibrator against my clit. The clamps didn’t need to be touched they were bringing their own heat to my breasts just by being fastened so tightly to my sensitive nubs. The combination hit the spot (or maybe several of them) and I came, calling out Noah’s name. Seconds later, he treated me to a visual shower of his jizz. Thankfully, he’d be back home soon.

The other day, a new product came in at work that I was eager to try. Thankfully, Noah was in town, and since he’d just gotten off a tour, he was free to be at my beck and call. I texted him in the middle of the day and told him he had to come over to my place. Another perk of my job is there are no set hours. Some days I have lunchtime parties, sometimes evening bachelorette parties, and once I even sold toys at midnight!

“Will you do the honors?” I asked, holding up a tub of cream that promised to make nipples, pussies and other body parts tingle. “I could’ve used it by myself, but I wanted to share my excitement. Plus, I wanted to see what will happen if we rub some into your nipples.”

“You know I’m happy to be your guinea pig any time, babe,” he said, grinning. “I think you’re overdressed, though.” All I had on was a sheer white dress no bra or panties so when he lifted the garment over my head, I was totally nude. “Now, what do we do with this?” he asked, almost to himself as he opened the jar and sniffed it. “Strawberry I like that. It’s edible, right?”

When I confirmed that, Noah grinned at me. He dipped his index finger into the cream and applied it to my right nipple, then my left. Almost immediately, my breasts started to tingle, and when he applied some cream to my clit, I thought I might scream. “You just can’t put it inside me, so go wash your hands.” While he did that, I grabbed a medium size vibrator and shoved it inside myself, amazed at how fast the cream had affected me. I relaxed on the floor and got comfortable with the toy. Noah returned in time to watch my legs tremble as my climax overtook me. I usually have orgasms pretty easily, but this was something else altogether!

“Now you,” I said, sitting up and applying the cream to his nipples. He has a smooth, firm chest, and I always love licking it all over. I like the taste and feel of his skin. Noah’s nipples are as sensitive as mine, and with the cream, that sensitivity spiked so much that I thought he might shoot his load just from me playing with his nubs. I smeared the cream onto them, and then I proceeded to pinch them before licking off the berry flavored lotion, once I was sure it taken effect.

“God, Noelle, I need to fuck you right now,” he said, and he didn’t wait another moment before lifting me up, pinning me to the wall and slamming his cock into my cunt. Noah fucked me like a madman, his dick hitting my core and making me scream. The continuing warmth from the cream and his aggressive sexual style made me have another orgasm. He held me tight, and I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me until I felt his liquid heat fill my aroused pussy.

“You know what I love about you, Noelle? There’s never a dull moment.” He kissed me deeply, and then I pulled back and smiled at him.

What I love about Noah is that he’s up for anything, and with my continuing need to test out toys, our sex life is guaranteed never to get boring.

Ms. Noelle C., Sarasota, Florida

Just because I’m into women, some of my straight friends think it’s easy for me to get laid any time I want. They assume there’s some magic thing that happens when one lesbian looks at another that signals we should immediately take our clothes off and start fucking. Well, for me, it’s not that simple. It’s not that I’m not sexy. I’m six feet tall with long, wavy blonde hair, plus I’ve got an impressive ass and tits and I make the most of them. I’ve dated all sorts of women and don’t have one single type. I’m good at flirting, but that still doesn’t guarantee I can get laid on a Saturday night.

A big problem is that I kept meeting women who wanted to “experiment” with me, meaning I have to take on the role of teacher, and I wanted to find a girl or girls who knew their way around a woman’s body and could show me a wild time in the sack. I’m tired of giving lessons in Girl Sex 101.

So when my friend Diana suggested going to a lesbian resort for a long weekend, I jumped at the opportunity. With a thousand lesbians all in one place, I knew my chances of getting laid were high. Mostly I wanted to have fun, and with Diana and our other friend Eva there, we were sure to have a great time. I packed a good number of sex toys three vibrators, two dildos, some lube and a paddle. Whether I found a partner or not, I was prepared.

We were all eager to leave our responsibilities at home and have as much fun as we could manage, drinking and staying up all night, and sexing it up with strangers if that’s how things went. We arrived at the resort and checked in to our suite, then immediately changed into our bikinis and headed to the pool.

I wanted to appear friendly and approachable, and avoid looking like I was attached to either of my friends. They’re plenty hot, but we’re better off as platonic friends than fuck buddies. We chose side by side lounge chairs, but I put on headphones and, behind the privacy of my sunglasses, started checking out the hundreds of women surrounding us. It truly was hot babe central. I can get into butch or femme women, and as I was looking around, I locked eyes with a woman with close cropped gray hair and blazing blue eyes. She was staring right at me, looking like she wanted to eat me for lunch.

I pretended to look away, to flick my eyes toward my magazine, but I could feel her stare burning through me as strongly as the sun. It was impossible not to notice, and when I chanced a glance up at her, she didn’t smile or wink, but kept staring in my direction. It wasn’t creepy, though. It was like she was letting me know she was going to have me before the weekend or perhaps even the afternoon was over. I kept covertly checking her out, waiting for some hot young thing to sidle up to her, but she appeared to be alone.

Finally, my antics were noticed by my friends, who urged me to approach her. “She’s made it clear that she’s interested, Lesley,” Diana said, encouraging me. “What do you have to lose? But you look hot in that bikini. If that woman doesn’t pounce on you, I’m sure another one will!”

I stood up and shook my hair, took a deep breath, and focused on the horizon just over the woman’s shoulders. I didn’t want to stare at her yet. I wanted to let her look at me. I also had to come up with a less cheesy line than: “Come here often?”

As it turned out, the butch was the first to speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to get that sweet ass over here. I was planning on giving you a light spanking, but now I think you’ll need a more intense punishment because you kept me waiting.” How rude! was my first thought. She was pushy and presumptuous, and I might have told her off, if what she’d said hadn’t made me so hot.

“What else are you going to do to me?” I still didn’t know her name, and I was aware that our risqu conversation could be overheard by the nearby women lounging in the sun.

The handsome butch pulled me down so I was sitting on her lap and then whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you with a cock so big it’s going to make you walk funny.” So she’d brought her own toys, too I liked that!

“How do you know I want to be spanked?” I asked coquettishly.

“Well, do you?” she demanded, calling my bluff. I couldn’t lie well, I could have, but then I’d have been deprived of the joy of being taken over her knee.

“I do but only by women who know what they’re doing.”

“Oh, missy, I definitely know what I’m doing. I think the more important question is: What are you doing sitting here? We should head to my room.” I watched her walk, totally confident that I was following her, and turned to wave good bye to my friends, who were busy with flirtations of their own.

“I’m Kate, by the way,” she called over her shoulder.

“Lesley,” I responded, and apparently that was all she needed to know. We’d dispensed with the small talk and were about to head straight to the fucking.

Kate’s room was right down the hall from mine, so if her equipment was lacking, I knew I could run and get mine. But she had planned even better than I had! She had a whole carry on suitcase full of toys!

Kate sat on the bed and immediately tossed me over her lap within two minutes of us entering the room. “Your ass is going to match your tiny red bikini,” she said, which made me moan. I didn’t want to say, “Please,” and sound too greedy, but I guess my wiggling ass said that for me.

Kate started slapping me with her hand, but when she saw how horny she was making me, she reached for something else. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it sure did sting! She whacked me a few times, and then paused to admire her work. “You like it rough, don’t you, Lesley?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, falling easily into my role. Sometimes I really get off on a powerful woman taking control of me.

“I think you need something harder,” she said, and the next item to hit the center of my butt, my sweet spot, was mean and stern. It burned, but I liked it, enjoying the steady series of slaps. “You tell me when you’re ready for me to fuck you,” Kate said, her way of letting me know she wasn’t going to spank me all night. I held out, loving the heat that permeated my backside until my wet pussy couldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Please, fuck me now.”

“Good girl,” Kate said, pulling me up for a kiss. I ran my fingers through her short hair, then down her back. I wanted to feel her breasts but she told me to get on my hands and knees. “Don’t worry about being too loud. I like that in a woman.” How did she know I like to scream while getting fucked? Probably because I’d been loud while she spanked me.

I whipped off my bikini bottoms, got on my hands and knees, and thrust my ass in the air. I couldn’t see what kind of dildo she was about to use, but I was pleased when Kate smeared some lube onto my pussy. I didn’t need it, but lube never hurts. Soon a fat dildo was pressing against my entrance. For a moment, I tightened up, but then I looked back at her. She winked and looked so sexy that I put my head down and fully relaxed, allowing her to drive the cock deep into my wet hole.

I was getting fucked hard, and she was grunting as loudly as I was. “Yeah, take it, take my cock in your tight little pussy.” She kept up a stream of dirty talk, but the dildo felt so good stretching me wide and filling me up that I didn’t pay attention to everything she was muttering. I was so happy to finally be getting properly fucked. Soon I was coming, which earned Kate’s praise. She teased me by pulling out, then slamming back in, and I liked that she could see how wet she was making my cunt. When I’d come three times, she pulled out and ordered me onto my knees to suck her cock.

She managed to slip a small vibrator under the strap of the harness and used that to get herself off while I tasted my juices on her blue silicone dick. “Swallow it,” she ordered, thrusting deeply into my mouth before tossing her head back and trembling her way to orgasm.

Afterward, we made out fiercely again before heading to the bathroom. She’d lucked out with a giant bathtub, which was big enough for both of us. “We could bring this with us,” she said, holding up a waterproof duck shaped vibrator.

“Why not?” I asked, and then we headed off for another round of fun.

I spent most of the rest of the weekend with Kate, and she’s promised to call next time she’s in my town, since she travels a lot for business.

I left the all night dance parties to my friends while I tried out every toy in Kate’s toy box and mine. It was one hell of a vacation!

Ms. Lesley R., Santa Monica, California

I had known for some time that one of my husband’s favorite fantasies involved him being fucked in the ass with a strap on dildo. Eric was quick to point out that it wasn’t something he wanted to do all the time, but he’d been dreaming about it for years and wanted to experience it firsthand, to see if real life was as good as his imagination. His desire was so strong that he even went out and bought a strap on harness and a lifelike black dildo to go with it. However, despite his eagerly made purchase, we hadn’t yet taken the plunge. I found the idea somewhat appealing, but I’m not usually the dominant type, so the notion got pushed to the back of my mind. To be honest, it was also probably because I was a little bit nervous. I wasn’t sure about taking the lead and topping my husband in that way, even though I knew it was something he wanted. I have to admit that when I was digging around in my closet and came across our bag of sex toys, I felt some guilt that I hadn’t been more proactive about fulfilling Eric’s fantasy. I knew that bag held a harness and dildo that had never even been taken out of their packages because of my own reluctance to be the dominant partner my lover craved if only for one night.

That was when I made up my mind to be for him what he has been for me: a lover willing to try anything in order to give the other partner satisfaction. So I sat down and dreamt up a plan to make it right. First, I took the harness and the dildo out of the packages and really looked at them. The harness was made of a leather like material and had straps that went around each leg and the waist. I was glad it was not the thong panty kind because those always looked uncomfortable to wear. I decided to try it on, so I pulled off my jeans and pulled the harness up over my panties. Once I fiddled around with the straps a bit, I got it seated properly on my hips. The dildo was supposed to attach to a ring that was held in place by four heavy duty straps and snaps. I was surprised by how real the silicone cock looked, with the texture of the veins and the mushroom shaped cap at the end just like a real penis. In overall size, it was smaller than Eric’s fully erect cock, but I guessed that he was nervous about taking a big dick up his ass. We had fooled around with anal play many times in the past, but it was always merely a finger or a tiny butt plug. He’d never had a toy of this size inside his asshole.

I unfastened two of the snaps that held the ring in place, and then inserted the dildo through the metal circle and reattached the snaps. Looking down at the cock sticking out between my legs shocked me at first. Men are used to looking down there and seeing their dicks, but this was all new to me and it was turning me on. I couldn’t resist giving my hips a little shake that made the toy bob up and down. Looking in the full length mirror was an even more dramatic sight, and I couldn’t believe I had waited so long to try this toy on for size.

I decided it would be really cool if I wore the dildo and harness underneath my clothing, and then surprised Eric while we were out for dinner. Slipping on one of my short, tight skirts, I immediately saw the flaw in that plan. The dildo bulged underneath the skirt in such a way that it looked like I had quite a nice package. Plan B involved me wearing a full peasant skirt, and when I pulled the harness up in the back and down in the front, the dildo was positioned between my legs and couldn’t be detected. I sat down to test my plan, and other than the strange feeling of having a silicone dildo rubbing against my bare thighs, it worked quite well. I pulled out a sexy black corset that had been worn very few times and tried it on. It barely contained my boobs, but if I wore my Mexican embroidered blouse over it, no one would know what was underneath. If I added some thigh high black stockings, the outfit would be complete. Once Eric saw me without the blouse and skirt, I was certain that it would make him as horny as hell.

A week later, Eric and I were out at one of our favorite restaurants enjoying glasses of wine in our usual corner booth, and I was ready to spring the trap.

“Honey,” I cooed as I slid closer to him on the banquette seat, “I have a surprise for you that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Before Eric could respond, the waiter approached and asked if we were ready to order.

“Not quite yet,” I replied. “Give us a few minutes.”

“A surprise?” Eric asked after the waiter had departed.

I took Eric’s hand and placed it on my thigh. Then I pulled my skirt up almost to my waist, confident that no one could see past the white table linens. I moved Eric’s hand to my silicone cock and looked him right in the eye so I could see his expression.

“Is that ” Eric’s eyes were almost bulging with shock.

“Yep, it sure is,” I said with pride.

The waiter was heading over again, so I waved him off with my free hand, but he must have thought Eric looked a bit strange. If he only knew what I had nestled between my legs.

“We are going home right after dinner. No dessert. And when we get there, you’re going to strip naked, and I’m going to put a butt plug up your ass. Then I have more surprises for you, but at some point I plan to ram my dick up your ass and fuck the daylights out of you.”

The waiter headed back to our table, and I ordered for us since Eric seemed to be incapable of speaking. To say we made fast work of our dinners would be an understatement. It was more like a speed eating contest with a call for the check before we’d even finished our entrees.

Once we were back at the house, I willed myself to take total charge, even though being dominant does not come naturally to me. Eric headed for the bedroom, but I pulled him back by the arm.

“No,” I said firmly. “The kitchen.” Eric followed me as I instructed.

“Take off all your clothes,” I directed.

“But ” I put my hand over Eric’s mouth to silence him.

“I’m in charge now. You’ll do what I say, and you’ll do it without question. In fact, I don’t even want you to speak unless I ask you to. Understood?”

Eric nodded his assent. This role reversal, with me being so dominant, was clearly exciting him. That was even more apparent when he stripped off his clothes and I could see his enormous erection.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” I commanded.

Eric did as he was told, and I retrieved the butt plug and lubricant from where I had stashed them in a kitchen cabinet. I put plenty of lube on the plug and then more on Eric’s asshole. When I pushed a finger partially into his tight passage, his body went rigid but he maintained his position. The fact that he was trying so hard to obey me made my pussy tingle. I was starting to like being in charge. I could only imagine how exciting the rest of the night would be. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I then inserted the butt plug into Eric’s ass and eased it forward and then back, but each stroke went further in than the last. Eric’s breathing got more erratic as I worked his backdoor, but he was starting to tense up.

“Relax,” I told him sternly, more as a command than advice. There was no way I was going to be able to fuck him if he was worked up the way he was. Eric understood and relaxed his muscles. I could tell that he was still on edge, but he stopped clenching his asscheeks, easing the passage of the slippery toy.

I pressed forward insistently, unceasingly, and then finally forced the plug up past the widest portion and watched his asshole close around the neck of the toy. I was satisfied that it would stay in place and work its magic.

“You may stand up now and put your hands behind your back,” I told him.

Once he was standing, I grabbed some Velcro cuffs and bound his wrists together behind his back.

“Follow me to the living room now.”

Once there, I tossed a pillow on the floor near the sofa. “Kneel,” I demanded, pointing down at the cushion.

Eric got down on his knees carefully, as he did not have the use of his arms for balance.

I began to remove my blouse, and as I did so, Eric hungrily eyed my every move. My breasts were almost bursting out the top of my corset and certainly got his attention. Then I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Eric’s gaze dropped to the black cock. There was a look of excitement mixed with fear on his face. I moved closer and stood before him so that my dick was directly in his face. He tried to evade it, but I kept moving it back toward him.

“I want you to lick my dick.”

“But ” he started to say in protest.

My reaction was swift. I slapped Eric’s face hard. Not hard enough to make his ears ring, but hard enough to sting and make his cheek red. His look of shock was something I had never seen before, and I felt a twinge of excitement in my cunt. I was quickly realizing that a dominant woman had been lurking deep inside me all along. It was a deliciously wicked discovery.

“You’re not in control tonight I am. So you do as I command or I will punish your ass in a way you won’t forget. Just nod if that’s understood.”

Eric nodded.

“Now, let’s try this again. I want you to lick my dick and keep licking it until I tell you to stop.”

I placed the black cock against his lips, and Eric started running his tongue up and down the shaft. I held the toy steady so he could access all sides of it, and soon it was glistening with his saliva. Then I began to move it around his face, spreading the saliva on his chin, cheeks and nose before pulling back to keep the toy just out of his reach.

“Keep going,” I hissed, and Eric tried in vain to get his tongue back on my dick. I laughed at his struggle and watched his face grow redder with frustration and embarrassment.

“Well, if you can’t lick any better than that, let’s see how well you can suck. Open your mouth.”

Eric hesitated briefly, but he must have still felt the sting of my slap. He opened his mouth, and I pushed the cock forward harshly, which made him gag.

“You’ll learn quickly, my little cocksucker. When we’re done tonight, you’ll be a pro.”

Eric’s eyes grew wide with fear and excitement. I could tell that his fantasy wasn’t going according to his original plan, but each of us was clearly turned on by this change of events.

I eased the cock back and forth between his lips, fascinated by how much of the cock he was able to swallow. I made him take it deeper with each thrust of my hips, fucking his mouth as he had done to mine many times. Finally, I pulled the dick out and ran it around his lips one more time, to add to his sense of being dominated. I then pulled back and unfastened his wrists.

“Lay down on your back.”

Once Eric had obeyed, I knelt over his face and got in a sixty nine position so that I could insert my dick back into his mouth while I took his cock in my hands. Instead of giving him the blowjob he might have been expecting, I began to give him a very sensual handjob. Whenever I could tell that he was getting extremely excited, I released his cock and sensed his disappointment. I continued to tease him this way stroking him and choking back his climax at the last minute while I made him continue to suck my dick. After making Eric crazy with excitement, I decided it was time for him to get his wish.

“Get up and bend over the arm of the sofa,” I ordered.

Eric may have been relieved that the cocksucking and tortuous handjob were over, but now he had to face his apprehension about being fucked in the ass. I pulled the butt plug out very slowly and hoped that it had done its job of stretching his opening in preparation for my dildo. I put a healthy coat of lubricant on the silicone and got in position behind Eric. I inserted just the head of the cock into his rectum and watched his body tense up. His muscles were clinging tightly to the head of the fake cock, and I pulled it completely out and then pushed only the tip of it back in. I did this over and over to help him relax. Then I left the tip of the cock in his ass and began to slowly inch it forward. Eric was moaning softly, his whispered utterances betraying his arousal. After a while, I picked up the pace and shoved the cock deeper in his back hole. Soon, his butt cheeks were lifted higher each time I rammed the cock against his ass, and I was lost in the rhythm of the fucking motion. It was almost hypnotic to watch the slick black pseudo dick gliding in and out of Eric’s beautiful tight butt.

But then I remembered that I wanted Eric to experience some other positions, so I extracted the dildo.

“We’re not finished,” I said in a matter of fact tone. “Now I want you to lie on your back on the ottoman.”

Eric got off the sofa and then he lay down on the big oversized tufted leather ottoman. His eyes avoided mine, and his cheeks were flushed red.

“Pull your knees up to your chest.”

I got into position between his legs and reinserted the dildo into his asshole. Holding his legs up in the air, I was able to get greater leverage as I moved the cock in and out like a piston. Eric had used the position with me when he wanted to get his cock deep inside my pussy. Now, turnabout was fair play as I drove the cock deep into his ass. My thighs slapped against his as I kept up the pace, and I was sweating from the exertion, all the while feeling my pussy dripping like a faucet.

“This is too much work,” I gasped after a few minutes. “It’s time for you to do some work, too. Stand up.”

Once Eric was standing, I switched positions so that I was lying on my back.

“I want you to crouch over me and lower yourself onto my dick. You’re going to fuck yourself silly.”

Getting into position as instructed, Eric hovered above the dildo and then slowly lowered his ass onto it.

“Take it all the way in,” I commanded, seeing a host of emotions flash over his face as he obeyed me: lust, embarrassment, passion. “I want you to feel it all the way up to the hilt. Balls deep, you might say. And then I want you to slide your ass up and down. If you get it right I’ll make you come like a rocket.”

As Eric followed my instructions, I slicked up my hand with lube and began massaging his cock and balls. My husband’s movements made the base of the toy press against the top of my slit, and the rhythmic pressure teased my lust swollen clit. My arousal spiraled upward as he rode my cock, fucking himself on my toy. The more energetic his movement became, the more I pumped his shaft, and in just a few minutes I exploded in orgasm. Seconds later, Eric groaned and his load was spurting all over my breasts. When our orgasms subsided, I opened my arms and he slouched forward with his face next to mine. I showered his neck with tender little kisses and felt his body relax and melt into my embrace.

“Was that everything you’d dreamed it could be?” I whispered.

“Mmm,” was all Eric said in reply.

“Well, I have news for you. This won’t be the last time. There are so many toys out there that I want to use on you, and you’re going to love them trust me.”

“Whatever you say, Mistress,” he uttered in an awed whisper.

At that moment I knew I was going to have a lot of fun unlocking all of my husband’s secret fantasies and looked forward to enacting some of mine.

My pussy got wetter the closer I got to the apartment. The clover clamps Michael had sent me were squeezing my nipples under my shirt, and had been since I’d put them on in the office bathroom. That had been at least twenty minutes earlier, when I’d left work, and my arousal had only increased since getting in the car to drive home.

The chrome clamps got tighter each time the chain connecting them caught on my shirt and tugged. It happened whenever I took a particularly sharp turn, or when I had to lean forward against the steering wheel to see the light or check my blind spot. By the time I pulled into the parking garage, my panties were soaked and my nipples were tingling with such intense pleasure that I wondered if I should masturbate in the car a bit to calm myself. I knew Michael was waiting for me upstairs, though, and I didn’t think I could forgive myself if I wasted any more time getting to him. Besides, I knew my climax would be much better if my boyfriend helped me achieve it.

As I rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, I kept shifting this way and that, the pressure from the clamps turning me on so much that I had to squeeze my legs together in an effort to ease my arousal. The ride seemed to last forever, and when the elevator jolted to a stop at the top floor, I raced out the door and down the hall to our apartment. My nipples were tingling and my panties were soaked. I couldn’t get inside fast enough.

Michael was waiting in the living room when I hurried through the door and slammed it shut behind me. He looked up and smirked when he saw me. I peered in the mirror that hung in the entryway and saw how flushed I was, my skin a deep pink, giving away my arousal. I couldn’t hide how hot I was if I tried.

“You okay there, babe?” Michael asked, barely able to keep a straight face.

I didn’t even try to answer, as my boyfriend was already on his feet and walking toward me. When he got close enough, he reached out and tugged the chain hanging between my breasts. He zeroed in on it easily, even through my shirt, and when he pulled, it set my whole body on fire. My nipples burned with pleasure, and the heat radiated outward until every part of me seemed to be aflame. My quick gasp of surprise turned into a long, low moan as I reveled in the feelings I was experiencing.

My boyfriend smiled, silently congratulating himself for turning me on without having to do any real work. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait,” he said as he unbuttoned my shirt and fingered the chain.

I started to shrug my arms out of my shirt, hoping he would take things further, but instead he tugged the chain again to lead me toward the bedroom. The clamps got even tighter around my nipples as he guided me down the short hall, and I felt my panties flood as we walked. When he got me into the bedroom, he stopped short, and the chain jerked quickly before he dropped it. The hard tug caused me to go stiff, and I felt the sensations throughout my body. It almost felt like there were tiny clamps attached everywhere, not only on my nipples, because I felt the pressure in so many places. For a second, I thought I was going to come the feelings were so intense!

Finally Michael leaned in to kiss me, pushing my shirt down my arms at the same time. He stepped closer and his chest brushed against mine, once again jerking the chain. My nipples were really getting a workout! He didn’t purposely play with the chain now, though, instead turning his attention to my pants. As he unzipped and unbuttoned them, and then slid them down my legs, he kept accidentally pulling at the chain on my breasts, driving me crazy. By the time he had me undressed, I was so wet that my juices were dribbling down my thighs. He started to finger my pussy then, and I was so aroused from all the nipple play that it took only a few flicks of my clit to bring me to climax.

My entire body shuddered and quaked as I came, and for the first time since I’d put the clamps on, my nipples weren’t the center of my pleasure. Michael’s digits stayed in my pussy as I reveled in my orgasm, and he didn’t stop fingering me until I’d started to calm down. When he finally pulled his hand away from my cunt, he stood up and started removing his clothes. He shed them quickly, obviously in a hurry to get me into bed.

Within a few seconds he was naked and pulling me onto the bed with him. He lay back on the mattress and had me climb on top of him. I grabbed his cock in my hand and rubbed the head back and forth along my slit before easing him into my cunt. I started off slow, thrusting up and down his cock and grinding my hips against his. It felt so good, but it wasn’t until Michael reached up and started tugging the chain again that things really started to heat up.

The pressure on my nipples was intense, and when my boyfriend started to use it as a signal for how to fuck him, it only got better. Short, quick jerks meant he wanted me to fuck him hard and fast, but if he gently pulled on it, then I slowed things down to draw out the incredible sensations we were both experiencing. Michael was clearly enjoying himself, but I was really going wild. When he reached out with his free hand to start playing with my clit, I was overwhelmed with pleasure.

It was almost too much to handle, and soon it didn’t matter to me how much pressure he put on my nipples, because I couldn’t stop myself from writhing uncontrollably. I was on the verge of what promised to be the most explosive orgasm of my life. Michael pulled his hand from my pussy and dropped the chain that hung down my chest. I thought he was trying to kill me, leaving both my clit and my tits unattended. But then he reached up and carefully grabbed the clamps where they hugged my nipples. He released them both at once, and the rush of blood to my nipples was the final straw. I screamed like a banshee as I came, my hips still grinding against his as my entire body shook through another orgasm.

My climax lasted so long that I thought it would never end. When it was finally over, I collapsed on top of my boyfriend, the discarded clamps pressed between us.

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, but when I did, the first words out of my mouth were “thank you,” and I rambled on for a moment about how wonderful his present had been. The second thing I said was, “Now it’s your turn!”

Ms. Jessica G., Memphis, Tennessee

The vibrator display in the adult toy store had lured me in with its vibrant colors and shiny packages. I wasn’t really in the market for a new plaything, but when I saw the table covered in vibes and the sign declaring them the newest arrivals, I knew I couldn’t resist treating myself.

I chose a bright blue rabbit style vibe that looked like my old standby only better. This one had more buttons and power options, and there were dozens more beads hidden beneath the jelly rubber shaft. There was even a third arm on the opposite side of the shaft from the rabbit, also with its own motor, this one clearly designed for anal pleasure. It looked like it could do anything I wanted, and for more than a hundred dollars, it should. I couldn’t wait to get it home and try it out!

As I drove home, the toy sitting in the passenger’s seat, I kept glancing at it and wondering how it would compare to my old rabbit vibrator. Would I like it more, or would its plethora of pleasure options overwhelm me? I had to keep one eye on the speedometer so I wouldn’t end up racing home and getting a ticket on the way.

When I finally made it into the house and back to my bedroom, I was ready to go. I didn’t even try to pretend that I would unload my other purchases or put away the groceries before testing out my new vibrator. It’s not like I’d bought anything that would go bad. It could all wait until after I’d experimented with my toy.

My clothes came off quickly, and though I don’t always get totally naked for solo sex play, I thought the new toy warranted the full monty. I sat on the edge of the bed and put the large C batteries I’d purchased into the toy’s battery chamber. Then I ripped open the sample packet of lube the salesgirl had given me with my purchase and squeezed the liquid out over the neon blue head, making sure it was completely coated. Thinking about what I would do all the way home had aroused me, and I lay back on the bed and placed my fingers against my pussy, smearing the dew that clung there over my cunt lips and making sure I was ready to take the vibrator inside.

As soon as I was sure I could get the toy’s slick shaft into my pussy with ease, I pulled my lips apart and slipped the rubber cock between them. I stopped pushing when the last row of beads was inside my cunt. The rabbit’s ears hugged my clit, the rear finger poked against my asshole, and I felt my pussy twitch in anticipation.

I wasn’t really sure which buttons worked which function, and even though the controller was attached to the toy by a long wire, I knew I wouldn’t bother looking to see what I was doing, either. I decided that the only real way to test my new vibrator was to simply go crazy and see what happened. Besides, the setup hadn’t looked much different from my old rabbit, except for the added row of buttons, so I figured I’d have no trouble guessing which button was responsible for which action.

The first button I pressed controlled the main shaft, and it started to slowly twirl inside me. Clicking the button next to that one, I turned on the beads inside the shaft, making them rotate within the entrance of my pussy. It wasn’t doing very much yet, but already I felt more turned on than I had moments earlier, and I decided to press a button in the last row next. As I’d suspected, it turned on the motor in the toy’s anal finger, and the rubber nub that pressed against my sphincter started to vibrate rather quickly, tickling my ass. That simple action aroused me much more than the toy’s vaginal stimulation had, and I pressed the next button up, increasing the anal vibrations. I don’t usually pay much attention to my ass during solo play, and the new sensations that the toy was creating were much more intense than I’d ever expected them to be. I felt like I could come without ever revving up the internal shaft or turning on the clit stimulator. I couldn’t believe how good it felt!

But I wasn’t willing to accept such an easy orgasm. I wanted to see what my new toy could really do, and I quickly turned on the motor inside the little rubber rabbit, skipping the lower settings and going for something stronger. Immediately, the rabbit’s long ears began rhythmically thrumming my clit, and that combined with the vibrations against my sphincter were almost too much. I came almost instantly, my pussy clenching the slow swirling shaft and my clit throbbing with pleasure.

I could barely feel the movements of the shaft inside my cunt after that, my body only registering the feelings being created in my clit and anus, and I knew I had to turn up the dial on the head and beads. Pressing one button after the other, I started increasing the speed of the beads that were spinning between my cunt lips. Soon the little round pearls were moving like one textured piece, tickling my pussy and making it feel like there were a hundred fingers trying to press into my cunt.

I was so caught up in the abundance of sensations shooting through my body that I could hardly focus on working the controller, and I fumbled to press the top row of buttons, setting every function to run at its maximum speed. All of a sudden it felt like my body itself was vibrating from my thighs through my stomach, and I couldn’t figure out which part of the toy was giving me the most pleasure. I knew I was on the verge of a second climax, and I wanted to get there as soon as I could. I threw my head back on the mattress and let the rabbit do its job, the buzzing, swirling, twirling bits all working together to bring me over the edge.

The vibrator didn’t disappoint, and soon I was screaming in ecstasy as my entire body tensed and relaxed in waves. The sensations created by my toy were so powerful that no sooner had I climaxed than I felt another orgasm already building up inside me. Over and over I felt the swell of pleasure followed by the glorious release, and I started to wonder if I was really having dozens of small orgasms or if it was one orgasm so intense that it couldn’t possibly be experienced all at once.

It took several long minutes before I could calm down, and then I started pressing the buttons on the controller again, in no particular order, as I tried to slow the vibrations. I turned the clitoral attachment off first, my little bud too sensitive for any further stimulation, and then I decreased the vibration of the anal stimulator, slowly turning it down until it, too, stopped moving. I let the main shaft continue moving inside my pussy a little longer, slowing its pace but keeping it between my lips. It worked me up to one last climax, this one much less intense than my previous orgasms, and then I turned it off.

As the toy slipped out of my cunt and the controller fell from my hand, I lay panting, trying to get my breathing to return to normal. I pushed the vibrator to the other side of the bed and then curled up on my side for a nap. I was exhausted! My new toy had more than lived up to expectations, and I needed to rest before I was ready for round two of testing!

Ms. Trina J., Shreveport, Louisiana

The bedroom I share with my boyfriend, Corey, looks like it could double as a sex toy store. We have all sorts of playthings mostly kinky ones. They hang from the walls they’re nestled under our bed and in boxes in our closet anywhere we can squeeze them in. We’ve been together for twelve years. We each brought our own significant collections to our shared home, and over the years we’ve added to our fun. While we’ve used plenty of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs and other items, our favorite playthings are spanking implements. That’s because our favorite erotic activity is spanking namely Corey spanking me.

My butt is always ready to be bared and receive all kinds of blows. Corey knows there’s no faster way to make me wet than to give me a few licks not from his tongue, but licks from a belt, whip or paddle. Don’t get me wrong, I love bare handed spankings, but implements deliver the kind of intensity I crave.

As far as I’m concerned, the harder a spanking is the better. We have a range of toys, from those that deliver a stinging slap to a deep thud. Our wooden paddles leave an impression, the after effects lasting for days. We also have more whippy implements like canes and crops, but those are for play parties when Corey wants show off or if I’ve been particularly bratty.

Sometimes we’ll start the morning off with a spanking, before we’ve even had our coffee. All I have to do is roll over and select a toy, and then position myself so that Corey can reach my ass.

The other day, he used the black fur covered paddle on me. I’d selected it not because I didn’t want a hard spanking, but because we hadn’t used it in a while, and when my fingers brushed against the soft fur, it had called out to me. Corey, that rascal, didn’t simply take me across his lap. First, he brushed the furry side of the toy across my hard nipples, then under my arms, seeking out my most ticklish spots. The more he taunted me, the wetter I became, and when he finally got me into position, he stroked my slit feeling my wetness before delivering several sound smacks.

He’s a methodical spanker, and he hit my right asscheek, then my left, and then the sweet spot in the middle, before starting the routine all over again. At first, I got lulled into the rhythm of his swats, but then the blows got more intense and less rhythmic. I whimpered, even as his spanking made my pussy ache with desire.

“Can you take more, Diana?” he asked me, laying down a few extra swats on each of my thighs.

“Yes, I can,” I said breathlessly. “As hard as you want to spank me, sir.”

We don’t always role play, but I enjoy calling him “sir” and giving him the power to control how far we go each time. Sometimes that backfires on me, as he’ll decide to tease me with a lighter spanking than I crave or push my limits by slapping me hard it’s all part of our kinky play.

However, my words had their desired effect, and soon Corey was spanking my ass in the most perfect way. Heat seemed to rush directly to my aching pussy, making me wish I had a vibrator to slip inside me. I started sucking on my fingers, desperately needing some oral stimulation, and unconsciously raising my ass in the air.

“These are the last ten, Diana, so I’m going to make you remember them all day. Count for me.” I called out the words, focusing completely on the feeling of each strike of the leather against my tender skin. By the ninth and tenth blows, I was so wet that my pussy juices were dripping down my thighs.

Corey then soothed my burning flesh by stroking me with the furry side of the paddle, but he didn’t give me long to cool off before pushing me onto my back and plunging his cock inside me. He didn’t go slowly, but instead thrust all eight inches of his dick into me, pounding me as hard as he’d pounded my ass.

“I love fucking you after you’ve been spanked. ‘Cause you’re so wet.” This certainly wasn’t a news flash after all our years together, but I loved hearing it, and soon my cunt was spasming around his cock and he was shooting his load into me. That day at work, I remembered each of his blows every time I sat down.

For the days when we want to really get into it and devote several hours to a scene, we have a spanking bench in our basement. Now this doesn’t mean that I’m strapped to it with my ass in the air for three hours at a time. I may be a pain slut, but even I have my limits! What I mean is that when we are in the room where we’ve set up the bench, I know I’m in for a serious walloping. I know I have to be quiet and obey my master, whereas sometimes, when we’re not deep into role playing, I’m allowed to talk and be silly.

When we’re in the basement, it’s always Corey who picks the toy, and it’s usually one of the more severe ones. It might be a single tail whip, or a metal ruler, or a cane. He only uses the cane a few times a year, but those are memorable occasions. That is the one instrument that can bring tears to my eyes. I have a love/hate relationship with it, but I always feel good for having gotten through a caning, kind of like when my trainer gives me a rigorous weight lifting set to do at the gym.

The other day, he surprised me with a kind of spanking toy I didn’t even know existed: an electric zapper paddle. It’s actually a fly swatter, but Corey found it had a much more entertaining use. It wasn’t a toy you could hit someone particularly hard with, but Corey didn’t need to, because the little zing it delivered to my skin set me off.

“I think you need something extra,” he said after a few swats, producing a new toy: weighted magnetic nipple clamps!

He knows how sensitive my nipples are, and the minute I saw the clamps, they hardened with my anticipation. He put them on me, and I loved the sensation of the clamps squeezing my nipples and being tugged downward by the weights. Once I got on all fours, the sensation of having the weights dangling from my nipples was powerful.

On Corey’s command, I opened my mouth so he could place our favorite wooden ruler between my lips and I clamped my teeth around it. This was one of his favorite tests for me. “Don’t drop it, or I’ll stop spanking you,” he said. I’d had a difficult day at work, but suddenly all was forgotten as I got into position. Then the spanking started. Corey interspersed swats of the electric paddle with blows from a leather strap. The contrast of sensations made my pussy dripping wet. I wanted to call out his name, but I couldn’t because of the ruler. I kept it tight between my teeth, enjoying the rush of pain with each smack. I had my eyes closed, but I sensed the flash of his digital camera, so I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder.

“Yes, I wanted to take a photo of your ass all covered with red marks like that. Now sit up.” I did, and when the heels of my feet brushed against my butt, the sting reverberated through my body. Corey flicked his fingers against each clamp. “I like these. I think you should keep them on while you suck my cock.”

Corey took the ruler out of my mouth, but, and then he had me crawl to the couch. He sat down and positioned me on my knees in front of him. I stuffed my mouth full of his dick while he guided my mouth up and down, occasionally toying with the weights attached to my breasts.

“You want me to come down your throat, you dirty girl?” he asked. I nodded, and he held the back of my head and fucked my face a few times before giving me a huge blast of his semen. I swallowed every drop, and then he kissed me deeply.

“Now watch while I remove these,” Corey instructed.

He pressed the levers on the clamps and freed my nipples. I gasped as the blood rushed back into them. “Suck on your nipples for me,” he said, and I took them one at a time into my mouth, licking each tender nub until he was satisfied.

We are constantly looking for new toys to try. I’ll write soon and let Variations know what we discover next!

Ms. Diana A., Burlington, Vermont