Butts On Things Novels & Stories

"The next set of toys I'll pass around are for anal play." "Anal play," April says, her face turning bright red. "Nothing's going up my butt, thanks." "I love it in the ass," Andrea says. "Seriously, if you haven't done it, you don't know what you're missing." "She's right," Janet says as she scrutinizes a pink butt plug like it’s a diamond. "It makes everything more intense." “I like it,” I say softly. “Then you need to buy these,” Andrea says, tossing a vibrating butt plug at me with one hand, while she waves a cocktail glass in the other.

The things they say are not the normal. "Yeah, she was a screamer. She liked the rope." "You can't go wrong with a blindfold. They don't know what's coming next. That makes them all the wetter." "I'm telling you, the nipple clamps, you can't go wrong with the nipple clamps. The harder the better." "What about the butt plugs? The way their hole just opens up for you, its heaven."

I just set them back on the hook for now and kept walking, my heart beating a little faster. I moved to the toys section next. Rows and rows of vibrators. Some were small and bullet-shaped, others longer and curved. There were ones that looked like they could be worn inside, and a few with rabbit ears. I picked up a sleek purple one that felt smooth and expensive in my hand. Then a smaller one, discreet enough to maybe travel with. My fingers hovered over a display of butt plugs—small ones in soft silicone, some with pretty jewel bases. I picked up the smallest one, turning it over in my palm. It was light pink and looked almost innocent.