Sexy Toy Factory の小説・ストーリー

I knocked. I shifted the case full of all the dildos I had for sale. And not just dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. Clit rockets. Butt plugs. Ben wa balls. I had it all. My company, Tart Sluts, made the best "marital aids" on the market. No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it.

he said with another wink before turning away. Weird. I shut the door and stared at the package. No return address visible, just a customs sticker slapped in the corner. Origin: China. Shipment date: two weeks ago. Category: Gift. And then the description field Anal sex toy for men, gay, butt. I choked on a laugh-snort so loud it echoed in the quiet apartment. Noah ordered a sex toy from China? That was next-level savage. I gave the envelope a gentle shake. Something solid shifted inside. Not too heavy. Rectangular box maybe. Dildo? Prostate massager? Anal beads? The possibilities were endless and suddenly way too vivid.

~ SIENNA ~ “I… it… this isn’t… oh my God.” I grabbed the traitorous device off the ground, shoving it deep into another carton as if burying evidence. As if it would make Gavin forget what he just saw. “Sex toys are nothing to be embarrassed about, babygirl — even though you got a rather huge one there,” he said with a smirk, enjoying my torment a little too much. “But if that is the reason you’d pass on the good time I’m offering, I’m sorry, you have no idea what you’re missing.”

He knelt between my legs, eyes drinking in the wreck he’d made of me. “Perfect,” he murmured, almost tender. From the black bag he pulled a second toy—long, thick, ridged silicone that made my stomach drop. The vibrator still buzzed mercilessly inside my pussy; there was no room for more. But he pushed anyway, forcing the head alongside.

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

Flickering lights, white, reds, and blue-a dazing array of colours that fits together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. Crowds of pedestrians walk on their way home, others can be seen walking along the pavements outside the SWAN shop, a high-class shop for adult toys. Kinky shoppers went inside to buy their needs for sexual satisfaction. A slender guy looking like a woman plastered a sweet smile on his face while reaching the purchased items of his customers.

bit then I look around and giggle to my self cause it looks like I won't be needing one of those again . what are you thinking of love? Michael says . Nothing bad laughing I was just thinking that I'll never need a sex toy ever again I laugh out again at my joke thinking it was funny as hell . but the bad boy he is Damon says you have one of those baby girl. his eyes are swirling black and blue now he looks turned on , I bit my lip and nod yes to him he reached over with his thumb pulling my lip from my teeth, telling me in a seductive way that I'll have to show him sometime.

“Boys, you can follow me.” When the boys disappeared in the back, I glanced around the shop, my gaze landing on the seat behind the counter, where Shandling must’ve been sitting. A huge ten-inch-long dildo was suction-cupped to the leather chair, covered in a thick layer of juices. “So, this is a sex shop?” I asked, arching a brow. Shadling giggled. “No! We sell trinkets and gadgets. Nothing like that.” I eyed the dildo. “Right …”

Jaden grunted with each push, fingers digging into Steve’s waist as he used him. Lucy was moaning now too. One hand between her thighs, the other squeezing her breast. Her legs were open and shaking. “You like that?” Jaden growled. “You like watching me ruin him?” She nodded, biting her lip. Steve’s voice came out ragged. “Harder.” Jaden grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled. “Say it.” “Fuck me harder,” Steve begged. “Use me.” Jaden did. He fucked him like he meant to break him, hips snapping forward with brutal rhythm. Steve’s arms gave out and he dropped onto the cushions, moaning into them, body shaking with each thrust.

He was my father's best friend, the big-shot CEO of Kingston Luxury Autos, and every time I saw him, my pussy clenched with raw hunger. At 28, I was a grease-monkey mechanic, elbow-deep in engines all day, but beneath the oil stains and coveralls, I was a sex freak who craved the kind of pounding that left bruises on my pussy. My fingers trembled as I reached for the drawer, pulling out my favorite toys. First, the thick silicone dildo, veined and ridged just like I imagined Ezra's cock would be—massive, unyielding, ready to split me open.