Sex toy?


I love my toys. I have quite a collection.

I have my Doxy massager for when I want to go from 0 – Screaming Orgasm in under 10 seconds. I have my wonderful ben-wa balls that give me such wonderfully intense sensations (particularly when I’m in the gym). I have numerous plugs and clamps that give me the most delicious degrees of discomfort. I have my discreet little “lipstick” vibrator that goes with me wherever I go, just in case. Master C has all sorts of bindings and restraints that he uses on me, and all sorts of implements that can be used for my chastisement depending on the seriousness of any given transgression.

My absolute favourite, number one sex toy if you can call it that) is, however, Master C’s cock.

I absolutely love the things it does to me. I love the way it feels in my hand, mouth, arse or cunt. I love the sensations of being stretched and filled by it. I love how it throbs and pulses and jerks when I touch it. Most of all, I love it because it’s attached to a big, strong, hairy man who knows exactly which buttons to push to give me (and in some cases, deny me) the most thunderous, toe-curling orgasms imaginable. I also have a very big thing for the lovely, hot, sticky substance it produces.

Now, please don’t think I am knocking sex toys. Dear only knows how many I’ve owned since I bought my first vibrator, twenty odd years ago. I have spent many, many pleasurable hours in the company of my toys and they have given me many, many wonderful orgasms. If I’m being honest, my toys have accounted for more orgasms than my human lovers. Nothing, however beats the attentions of a partner who is so fully attuned to your body, its desires and needs.

My Doxy may be able to turn me into a screaming, shuddering mess in less time than it has taken me to write this post, but it won’t cuddle me and hold me close after it has made me come. Nor will it bring me a cup of coffee afterwards.

So toys, yeah, I love them, they bring me unmentionable amounts of pleasure; but for the full, all senses engaged, every nerve ending tingling experience, it has to be Master C and his wonderful cock.

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For the love of cock


I love cock. Since my very first encounter with the male organ over 20 years ago, I have been endlessly fascinated by them. The come in all shapes and sizes and, big ones, smaller ones, thick ones, thin ones, I’ve pretty much had them all and loved every one of them.

There is something endlessly fascinating, almost hypnotic about watching those few inches of man unfurling themselves from a slightly comical, soft, wrinkled, flaccid state; transforming into a proud, hard, raging erection that will give me so much pleasure. A hard-on is, I believe, the most primal compliment a man can pay a woman, and the knowledge that you are responsible for this amazing metamorphosis is greatly flattering.

Of course, the cock isn’t everything. The man maketh the cock and, usually, it is the man I see first, not the cock. There is always a thrill of anticipation the first time you “unwrap” a new cock; that moment when the suggestion, the bulge in his jeans, becomes the reality of a living cock, released for you to enjoy, to explore with your fingers and lips, before it pushes inside you.

It’s fair to say, I’ve never encountered a disappointing cock, although I have been disappointed by the way a cock has been used. I won’t lie, I prefer my cocks to be on the bigger, by which I mean thicker rather than longer, side but I’ll take a smaller cock coupled with the ability to use it over a larger one attached to a guy who is an even bigger one. Ability, not size, is key. Size with ability is a very nice bonus.

The thing with cocks is the way they feel and make me feel. Much as I love the appearance of a lovely hard cock, it’s the way it feels when it is inside me that makes them so great. The way the head fills my mouth when I’m sucking it, the way the shaft fills and stretches my cunt or arse as it plunges deep inside me; these are the things that I love most about cocks.

And then there is the rich, thick eruption of his climax. I absolutely love watching a guy come. The way the shaft stiffens and twitches, the way his balls contract, the way the head swells and turns a deep, angry purple, and then it erupts. That moment when he can take no more, at his most vulnerable and knowing that you are the cause of it is one of the most erotically satisfying experience.

I realise that this post has nothing at all to do with the prompt subject of “Chemistry”, but from start to finish, in everything they do, I love cock.

 

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