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My Adventures with Sex Toys

By Michael Lowe Wright

Originally published on MichaelLoweWright.com/opn/SexToys.html/a>

The following is kind of raw and honest about some very personal stuff. It may be too much information for some visitors; if that’s you, or if you’re under legal age, you really should go read something else instead.

One of my hobbies/interests is exploring the use of sex toys for personal growth. I was reviewing adult toy items on Amazon and realized there is stigma around admitting to using them for sexual pleasure. Lots of people don’t have a human partner, and for those who don’t sex toys are absolutely essential for personal recreation and release of tension. No one should feel shame and be unable to talk about enjoying their own sexuality.

So I wrote this. I’m really exposing myself here, so to speak, and I want to talk freely about my use of sex toys, no matter how embarrassed I may feel sometimes about it being out there for everyone to read. If one person feels better about themselves, or less burdened by guilt, or less afraid to use sex toys, then I’m OK with it.

I’ve lived alone and without any serious relationships for a long time; that’s not what I’d have chosen for myself but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt, and for the most part I’m content with it. I’m blessed to have known true love more than once in my life, and not so blessed to find that I’m incapable of being a good partner – in large part because, as it turns out, I am and always have been nonbinary/gender fluid. One compensation is that I’m able to explore my sexual nature deeply without concern that I’m being selfish. For this reason, sex “toys” are, for me, tools to aid in that exploration. As many have before me, going back into the dim reaches of human existence, I’ve learned that sexual energy and consciousness can lead a person into not only ecstasy but also useful knowledge about their “spirit body” (that virtual us where stomach butterflies live) and from there into self-knowledge, peace of mind, and healing past trauma. For me, as a poet and an observer of life in general, these experiences give insight and inspiration unavailable elsewhere.

So please understand that what I talk about here may not be useful to couples seeking some bedroom fun advice – I’m doing this to share what I’ve learned and the experiences I continue to have because I think not only do they have value in their own right but also because they shed light on the roots of some of my creativity and motivation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chastity Cage ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Michael Lowe Wright and his chastity cage

Michael Lowe Wright in his chastity cage

When I recently saw several women comment online that all men should wear a chastity cage routinely, I realized that was something I needed to try, so I could understand what they were talking about. I bought one from Amazon and was amazed at how comfortable it is to wear. That’s how it came to be one of the two “toys” that have become vital parts of my life. I reviewed the one I bought at Amazon and pretty much said it all there, but wait! there’s more. That one rusted and I had to buy an otherwise-identical stainless steel one to replace it. [Because of a constriction in my urethra, I’m still unable to insert the matching catheter so that’s going to have to wait for another day. I’m fascinated by the idea of my maleness being (temporarily) so completely shut down: caged, intubated, and unable to move or respond to anything – but to be honest it’s also kind of terrifying.] I’ve learned to get the ring on and off fairly quickly now but I had to do it a few times first – one doesn’t want to squish the tender parts!

Since I’m always naked at home*, it’s very strange to suddenly have an implacable, heavy metal cage clamped and locked onto my crotch in full view; it’s humiliating to be seen wearing it and to always have it there in my lap drawing attention. On the positive side, since it can’t be ignored I have opportunities to talk about why I’m wearing it. I also want to be transparent about wearing the cage when I’m in public, so any time I do I lock a chain around my left ankle as a signal to anyone who knows.

For me the value of the chastity cage lies in its ability to completely subvert my lifelong privilege and expectation of being able to interact with my male organ – it’s locked in a cage that in turn is clamped onto my scrotum. It’s not only that I can’t touch or play with myself, my most private area has been taken over by a piece of unyielding and uncaring metal; and it’s there all the time. These devices don’t keep you from feeling aroused, they only keep you from doing anything about it. That energy has to go somewhere, and I use controlled yoga breathing and guided imagery to direct it towards healing both body and soul. I enter states of bliss and ecstasy that leave me feeling energized and cleansed. That energy remains in my body for some time after, enabling further meditation and healing later.

Wearing it transforms my daily life, too. The only time I’m not conscious of being caged is when I’m asleep. I’m always aware at some level of the unrelenting pressure of the ring around my scrotum and the weight of the metal. All this together creates a sense of unreality in contrast with the “normal” times when I’m not wearing it, and a heightened level of awareness and sensitivity – again firing my creative energies.

Currently I’m experimenting with wearing a ‘collar’ that consists of only the base ring of a chastity cage. It’s still locked onto the big ring as securely but most of my penis is exposed, yet still restrained by the ‘collar’. This eliminates the issue of difficulty urinating cleanly and makes keeping the device clean a lot easier, while not really allowing me to otherwise use my penis. In some ways it’s more challenging to wear than the full cage – it’s possible to have an erection but it becomes engorged and uncomfortable; I can touch and hold it but I can’t masturbate. It’s possible I’ll be wearing this a lot more than the full cage.

The other thing I’ve done is to bend the pins slightly on the attachments so that they snap into place on the big ring and will stay put without a lock. It makes cleaning and swapping attachments much easier.




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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Dildo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Like many men, I’ve always enjoyed anal play but was ashamed to admit it until I acknowledged that I’m nonbinary/gender fluid. Then I realized that not only is there no shame but that I was really wanting it. So I bought a lifelike dildo from Amazon (see my review) a couple of years ago. It’s identical to my own organ but two inches longer. It’s a good fit, feels quite natural and good, and now I don’t know how I lived without it. If the number of people who ‘liked’ my review is any indication, I’m far from the only person enjoying this wonderful fake penis. It wasn’t until I had it filling me and, in a sense, having its way with me that I began to fully understand the mind-altering experience and joy of submission. Since I’m always naked, having it inside me can and does happen on a moment’s notice.

It’s the combination of the chastity cage and the dildo that really takes things to another level, though. I’ve worn the cage for up to three weeks at a time, and during that time I’ve had no physical outlet for sexual energy. Adding a good fucking with the dildo – and getting fucked is very different from the masturbation I’ve always had available to me – takes me to places of ecstasy and delight like nothing I’ve ever known. I should add that, as you can see from the photo above of me naked wearing the cage, getting fucked while wearing it can happen very easily and at any time – and does. (I say ‘fucked’ because this is no sterile application of a tool, it’s an active engagement with a realistic human penis.) That feeling of perpetual vulnerability to their imminent use is one of the best things to come out of my adventures with these sex ‘toys’ – knowing that I can be thrown into a state of heightened awareness at the drop of a hat.

I’ve been wanting a second dildo without the fake scrotum at the base, and recently Amazon had one for four dollars, so I bought it. I wanted to be able to leave it in place and wear it for a short while occasionally. This one is effectively a bit shorter and the glans is smaller than my other one so it’s not as much fun to use but should be fine for just wearing it.

Anal intercourse can, of course, be somewhat messy. It helps to eat a high-fiber diet and have regular movements, which increases the likelihood of the bowel being empty. When in doubt I use a glyerine suppository that generally cleans things out within about an hour. The result is that there is usually no or almost no mess involved. Nobody likes to think about this aspect but it’s easily enough to discourage someone from pursuing an otherwise delightful pleasure, so it’s worth the effort to prepare. I usually try to be prepped by early afternoon so there’s almost no delay between deciding to use the dildo and having it in place.



Dildos available on Amazon

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Most of my life I thought of myself as a cis male, albeit a dysfunctional one, with a strong female side. Now that I understand I’m really neither simply male or female internally, I’ve realized my female side has been pushed down and not allowed full expression. The chastity cage prevents me from masturbating but I can still press on the glans and create sexual sensations, making it function more like a clitoris. Add to that having to be fucked to replace the masturbation and I find my female side is loving it. I’ve committed myself to letting “her” take control of my body and my life; I want to dress in short skirts and tank tops, wear simple jewelry, feel attractive, and have men wanting to fuck me – and doing it. At my age I don’t feel like much of a catch but just going fully into that space for a while heals my soul – I have a lot of years to make up for. I’m not killing off my male side here, only expanding the range of my experience and gaining more insight into what it means to be a human being. It’s all material for the poet and philosopher in me.


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Here’s some poetry that grew out of these experiences:

Four Revelations
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*I have a binding commitment to live clothes-free as much as possible, and I’m always naked at home in warm weather.

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Trapped Cum Play

I met Shonna at a bowling alley. We got to talking among the noise of all the people and the crashing pins. She was about my age and quite good-looking, although I try not to notice such things.

Since my last girlfriend moved to Chicago, I’ve decided I don’t need a relationship just now. Too complicated.

But this woman, well, the conversation flowed nicely. It became personal. Too personal to be discussing among all those people, so we took it out into the parking lot. It was just a bit too chilly, so we jumped in her car. Weird and kind of forward, I know, but it was cold outside.

She started asking me about my masturbation habits. The funny thing is, I’d normally be way to shy, but at this point in the conversation, it was kind of OK. She told me she gets off several times a day. She said she likes it kind of rough. I admitted I like it kind rough at times also.
She admitted to having bisexual fantasies. So did I.

One thing led to another and we ended going to her apartment. When she opened the door she yelled, “James, I brought you a surprise!”

My heart leapt into my throat. Who was James? Maybe her dog or something? No, a guy came bounding down the stairs. He wasn’t bad looking. Tall and thin – and naked! And, erect!

I’m not an idiot. I realized I had been set up. Perhaps I should have been angry, or maybe afraid. I mean these were total strangers to me. But, no, I felt everything was going to be alright. More than alright. I frankly wouldn’t mind a nice threesome.

It wasn’t long until Shonna and I were as naked as James and all three of us were hugging together on their big bed. My god she was a good-looking chick!

Shonna stopped rolling around and hugging for a monent, explaining to James that I admitted liking rough sex also. He smiled in delight and asked whether I trust him. Could he do anything to me as long as it wasn’t super-painful or harmful? Just the fact that he asked somewhat assured me that these folks would be OK. Still, the whole situation was as scary as it was erotic.

While Shonna watched and kind of lightly touched herself, James had me lay on my back and then started in on me with nice gentle testicle massage. That’s something that’s not been done to me very often. In fact, I don’t think anyone ever specifically massaged my balls. I was really liking it. I had already been erect for a few minutes, but now, I felt my cock straining at it’s absolute full length. He slowly massaged harder and harder, with one ball between the thumb and first fingers of each of his hands. He was rolling my compressed balls slightly back and forth. It was starting to hurt, but I was loving it. I was loving it so much I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling. I was about to tell him to stop, but he seems to have sensed my situation and quit on his own.

This is where it gets crazy. He explained the plan, and although it scared me so much my body was shaking a little bit, I was very excited to give it a try.

He brought out a little tube of Krazy glue. I was like, “No, that’s insane. What if I can’t get the glue off?”

Shonna explained that with a bit of coconut oil, the glue releases it’s grip. She said she has had her inner labia glued together, and they played with James having his scrotum glued in various ways. They always were able to get the glue off.

So, I let James put a little glue on my peehole, and within seconds my urethra was glued shut. He then added a second then a third layer of glue. Meanwhile, having him put the glue on my dick, and holding it this way and that as he inspected his work was feeling just wonderful. If nothing more had happened that day, I would have been happy.

But more did happen! Once the glue was all set James announced, “I want to watch as you fuck Shonna.” I was happily shocked. I knew this gluing was leading up to something, but I didn’t realize. I mean, I just felt super-lucky. I had figured maybe James or maybe Shonna give me a handjob or something leading up to me nearly ejaculating again, they’d remove the glue, then, I don’t know, maybe oral sex or something.

Instead, this is what happened. Shonna got on hands and knees presenting her pussy to me. Kneeling behind her, I also had a great view of her anus. I just love female anuses. Male too, truth be told. She then invited me to put my penis in her very wet pussy. It slipped right in. I swear I stroked back and forth in her no more than six times before I orgasmed. I was scared to death about the cum being blocked, and at the same time, as sexually exhilirated as I had ever been. The ejaculation started. It was unlike any of my life. I felt the trapped cum being compressed within my cock. That seems to have not only caused the ejaculatory contractions to be stronger, but they just kept coming. I believe they lasted twice as long as usual.

Meanwhile, Shonna had been rubbing her clit with one hand, and as my penis was still erect in her, and as the contractions were finally subsiding, she started having contractions of her own as she orgasmed. This felt a little different than usual intercourse. I could really feel her contractions. I thought it was because maybe she was orgasming harder than most women, but it was more likely because I still had cum compressed within my urethra.

I stayed hard all the way through her orgasm and for a couple of minutes afterward. She just stayed in position, and so did I. As my penis started finally wilting, Her vagina ejected me. My erection didn’t go entirely down. I think that’s due to the cum keeping my urethra expanded.

Oddly, my cock started to itch. The itch became quite noticeable. James told me that’s because the cum is a bit alkiline, while piss is acedic. The urethra isn’t used to cum being held inside and reacts slightly. In any case, I wanted that glue off – right now!

But it was not to be. Shonna wanted to play with my penis first. She pressed her fingers off and on against my urethra. I could feel the cum squishing back and forth within. Then, more forcibly, she started squeezing my penis from head to where it connects with my body, forcing the cum down, back into me. She continued pressing downward, through my ballsack, then just ahead of my anus. I felt the cum kind of going blurb, blurb, as it was forced through my sphincters and into my bladder.

James came to the rescue with his coconut oil, and sure enough the glue let go, as a little remaining cum spurted out of my peehole.

Shortly afterward I had to pee. Both of them followed me into the bathroom to watch. Normally, it’s difficult for me to pee in front of an audience, but by now I really had to go, so it was fairly easy to pee into their sink. Toward the end of the flow, I felt a kind of chunk, chunk feeling as globs of cum flowed out with the last of my urine. The two of them were delighted to see that.

As you can imagine Shonna, James and I have become the best of friends, and we have done several three-way rough and crazy sex experiments since then.

Note: We don’t know whether this may be harmful in some way. Perhaps a person could have an allergic reaction to the glue, or maybe it’s carcinogenic. Maybe one could be glued so tightly that it won’t release, or maybe one could injure their urethra with trapped cum. So recreating this experiment is not recommended. Better to enjoy this account, then devise your own harmless ways to have orgasmic delight.

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Hard Testicle Squeezing

We don’t fuck. My girlfriend, who is a nurse, is ridiculously afraid of disease. Well, maybe it’s not so crazy in this day and age. So, we don’t fuck. We’ve done it a few times in the past, but no more. Since she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with a sexless relationship, she has taken to getting me off by hand. She’s so expert that I really don’t miss the intercourse at all. In fact, I’d say a good handjob beats fucking, hands-down, so to speak.

To my amazement, she seldom wants reciprocation. When she does, it’s just some clit-licking to orgasm. Instead, she seems to enjoy our conversation as she’s working on me. Well, I’m certainly good with that!

But it’s crazier than that. One time a few months ago, I asked her to massage my balls. She had sort of done that just a little bit before, but not even really enough to understand their actual shape, or relation to the epididimis (the connecting tubes) behind them. She started with a gentle massage, and it was nice, but not spectacular.

Evidently being in a sort of crazy, I asked her to squeeze harder, so I could really feel her ministrations. She squeezed just a little harder, being afraid of hurting me. She had been holding one testicle between the thumb and the side of her forefinger in each hand. Suddenly my right ball kind of slipped around in my scrotum, out of her grip, like a wet bar of soap. That hurt a little bit, but in general was a nice surprise.

I asked her to focus on doing that with both balls. She complied. I asked her to ramp it up with more pressure. It didn’t take long to realize she had to avoid squeezing the place where the epidimis connects along the top/back of the balls. That offers an unpleasant kind of sting-pain. But squeezing anywhere else was nice. No pain, just a comfortable compression feeling.

In my crazy mood, that was nice, but not enough. I had her start squeezing harder and harder. I don’t really know how hard she eventually got, but I did see that her fingertips were turning white from pressure as the blood was squeezed out of her fingers.

Now, it was starting to hurt, but I was in this strange mood like I wanted to see just how much I could take.

Every now and then a ball would suddenly slip away. My, that hurt, but was still fun.

The pressure was building terribly, but I knew nuts are surrounded by a thick coating, and like raw chicken gizzards, you can’t really damage them just with fingertips. Now, It was hurting so badly I was wincing, moaning, and screaming a little bit, as she continued to sit on my legs squeezing ever harder. She was also laughing. So was I. I mean, it fucking hurt, but it was fun, too.

Did I mention my dick was rock hard the whole time? Suddenly, my penis started spasming as cum came tumbling out, and she hadn’t even touched my dick.

We’ve repeated the process several times. There’s something really special about cumming from ball squeezing alone. Then too, there’s a mild ache for an hour afterward. It’s not severe at all. However, there’s also an effect where my balls feel heavy for several hours. I mean, while I’d doing other things later in the day whether it’s mowing the lawn or working on the Internet, I can notice my balls, their heaviness, and it’s really pleasant.

Lately, we’ve taken that to a new level. Years ago, I read somewhere about a husband and wife who were playing with something similar. He claimed she squeezed so hard that the fluid in his balls flowed out into his blood stream, and they became flabby, soft, deflated. A moment after she let go, they reinflated. Oh my! I had to experience that, if it was even true.

So, I had her squeeze just my left ball harder than ever, and just hold it that way for five whole minutes. When she let go, she and I both felt both balls and sure enough, the left one was about 50% deflated compared to the other. It was painful to feel my ball at that point, but it was surely interesting to discover it being all flabby like that. I was slightly scared that the deflation might be permanent, or that I might have even sent a blood clot to my brain or something, but nothing of the sort happened. Within a minute, it was back to normal.

However, I don’t recommend you try this. Maybe it could literally kill you, or at least send you to a hospital. Instead, enjoy my report and get off in the normal way.

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The Art of Clit Sucking

You can suck a clit, but the term ‘sucking’ really means more like kissing and licking. If you’re new to this business, you may want to know a few things:

1. Most women like a slow build especially if it is their first time with you. You don’t just put your mouth on her vagina and go to town. Get naked with her slowly, kiss, hug, have a good time. Let her let you know when she’s ready for more.

2. It helps to look at pictures on Wikipedia or elsewhere (https://sex270.com/90-ways-to-spice-up-your-sex-life/) so you can understand exactly where the clit is located. It is usually hidden under the inner labia. While the pictures will let you know that the clit is at the very top of the vagina, you may still have trouble finding it if the woman is hairy. Expect to get hairs on your tongue. It may be weird if you’re not in a super-horny mindset.

3. Her clit may be small and hard to identify at first, but kissing and licking the whole area will be fine. As she becomes aroused, her inner labia will open up, and her clit may become larger, much the way a penis becomes erect, but to a lesser degree.

4. Take your time. Unlike a typical guy who could cum in the first ten seconds of a blowjob, the typical woman may need many minutes to get to the orgasmic state.

5. You may find that she likes fingering as much as or possibly even more than licking.
6. Many women like click sucking after you’ve cum in them. Don’t just be done once you’ve had your orgasm. She’d like one also. The typical woman won’t orgasm from intercourse even though she’ll enjoy that very much. She needs clitoral stimulation to finish the job. Your mouth and tongue will be just the ticket.

7. Try to read her physiology or communicate with her after she has orgasmed. Some women, like men, are done at that point and can’t stand any further touching. But other women are just beginning and can have orgasm after orgasm. If’s she’s in the latter category, just keep licking.

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Sex in High School

By Spurtz

Because it was quite some time ago, I’m not really sure what age I was when girls first started giving me sexual urges. I’m guessing it was likely about 13. About the same time I first became capable of ejaculating.

At that time the popular shoes for almost all high school girls were ballet style slippers. The front of the shoe was cut so close to the front that the individual back part of the girl’s toes were visible. I’ve tried to find a photo showing this style of shoe but none of the photos I found of that style of shoe have been cut back far enough for any toes to show.

Sexy ballet shoe toes

Anyway, where I am going with this is that seeing the toes would give me hard-ons in class. And since 90% of the girls in class were wearing them, there was no shortage of hard-on material. This was obviously the beginning of what later blossomed into a full-on foot fetish. But I am getting ahead of myself.

One of the major problems of getting an erection in class was that teen dicks, when hard, want to point straight up, right at the belly button. If my dick happened to be pointing down my pant leg when soft, once it started to get hard, my pants would keep it from getting where it needed to go. The result could be painful. Hard dicks do not want to be held down, especially during teenage years.

Any attempt to get it repositioned into a more comfortable location was defeated by tight jeans. In reality, the jeans would need to be unbuttoned and pulled down and then the hard cock could be pulled into an upright position. Of course, doing that in class was not possible. So I either had to hope it would go soft, or wait until class was over and rush to the boy’s room holding my books in front of my crotch to hide my hard-on.

I finally wised up and would position my cock before class started so that if it got hard, it had room to grow. Which was smart because I got hard in almost every class.

I had one pair of pants that had a good sized hole in the right pocket. While sitting in class I would work the head of my cock through the hole so that I could massage the head. I could also massage the frenulum and the coronal ridge, the two most sensitive areas. I could even jack it a bit but not a full stroke.

I would take a seat in the back of the class at the far right. This way nobody was behind me or to my right and no one was in a position to wonder what my right hand was doing in my pocket.

On a couple of occasions I carried this fondling too far. Once you get to that point where it is obvious an orgasm is imminent, there are only two things you can do. Stop rubbing your dick which doesn’t stop the orgasm. It just partially ruins it. Or you can keep on stimulating your hard penis resulting in a full-on glorious cumshot right in your pants pocket. Which is what I did. I knew I was going to cum anyway so no reason to lessen the enjoyment by stopping.

I always wondered if anybody noticed my body stiffen or my eyes roll back in my head as spurt after spurt of semen filled up my pants pocket. According to data on the internet, adolescent semen volume is about 1.0 ml where an adult’s is about 2.5 ml. So fortunately I wasn’t dumping that much cum in my pants pocket. I was usually able to get to the boy’s room after class and clean out my pants pocket with toilet tissue and luckily it didn’t seep through two layers or cloth and leave a visible stain.

I can’t recall if I ever actually exposed my cock in a class. If I did, it was in a way that nobody knew it. I never saw any of my classmates exposing their dick heads although I’m sure it must have happened.

At this same age of about 13, my best friend named Denny and I were approached by an older kid of about 15 as we were leaving school to walk home. We really didn’t know this kid that well but had seen him around. He started walking with us and at one point directed us to follow him into a dense shrub area telling us he had something to show us. As we got out of sight of anybody else, he kneeled down and directed us to do the same.

The kid unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis. This was a long time ago but I still remember to this day being very shocked at what he was doing. Back then kids just didn’t so stuff like that. He then invited Denny and me to take out our cocks and join him in jacking off. We both declined to participate. At that age I was way too shy to ever expose my dick to anybody. And even though Denny and I were the closest of buds, neither of us had ever seen each other’s dicks. Hard or soft.

However, despite being shocked to the core, we were both fascinated at what the kid was doing. I can’t speak for Denny but I had never seen any other kid’s dick, much less one that was fully erect and being masturbated for my pleasure as well as the dick owner’s pleasure.

At that age it doesn’t take very long to cum and in less than a minute the kid was pumping several streams of jism onto the ground. When he was finished he wiped his dick clean with a piece of paper he had, put his dick away, zipped up, and got up and left without a word.

Denny and I continued our walk home and not a word was shared between us about what had just occurred. As soon as I got home I went to my room and jacked off. Both parents worked and got home later so I had the place to myself. I had a three year younger sister but she was nowhere to be seen.

I never had any sexual contact with her. The closest I ever came was one time we were both alone in the house. I had been playing with my dick and was feeling horny and I walked to the door to her room with my erect cock sticking out of my pants and said something stupid like “Look at this!” She screamed and slammed the door shut. Nothing ever came of it, so either she never told our mother or if she did, mom decided it was no big deal.

About this same time another friend named Donnie and I used to let a younger kid hang with us. We told him that the two of us had formed a secret “club.” He pestered the shit out of us to join the club. Finally, out of the blue, Donnie told him he could join our club if he sucked both our dicks. This frankly shocked me. I wasn’t really ready to expose my teen dick to any other boys. But once the kid agreed to it, I had to go through with it. I had a stopwatch and the kid only agreed to have our dicks in his mouth for 30 seconds. I went first. My cock was hard and the kid put it in his mouth but didn’t suck it or move his head at all. So it was really nothing. After the 30 seconds was up he moved to Donnie and did the same thing. All in all, very disappointing.

Again, none of this was ever discussed and nothing close to it was ever repeated.

By the time I was 15 I had actually fucked five different girls, one of whom was my regular high school girl friend. One was a cute hooker that I and two other guys picked up. Another was a girl who was hitchhiking her way from New York to Florida with another teen. And one was another of my high school classmates. And last but not least was a very young teen who got my virginity by coming by a gas station where I worked and made it obvious that she wanted my cock inside her.

My girlfriend and I fucked every chance we could get. Mostly in my car (you could drive at 15 in my state at the time) which was an 11 year old Ford coupe. She also baby sat a lot which was really great because then we could do it on a bed or sofa. As the relationship progressed she spent a lot of time at my house where I lived with my parents. The house had a basement accessed by stairs from the kitchen. The basement had a pool table where we ostensibly spent a lot time down there playing pool while mom was in the kitchen making dinner directly above us.

Every time we ever went down there, I would bend her over the pool table and fuck her doggy style. Thankfully my mom never elected to come down while we were there. If she had, I’m not sure I could have put my dick away in time. Plus there would likely have been some pussy aroma that gave us away.

A great amount of the fucking we did was done with me fully clothed. I would just unzip and take my dick out, not even dropping my pants. My gf’s pussy generated quite a bit of pussy cream that ended up staining the fly area on my pants. It took a full washing to get it out so I knew my mom had to see those white stains and knew what we were doing. She probably assumed it was cum.

As a 15 or 16 year old kid, I was fucking her a minimum of four or five times a week. I never used a condom and somehow managed to get away with it for close to six years before I knocked her up. We were already engaged to be married and went ahead with it. Then my sperm must have kicked into high gear because in the next five years we had three kids and two abortions.

Overall, I had a pretty interesting sex life for a high school kid. Looking back the one thing I regret was that I never was involved in any circle jerks or jerking off with a bud or any other M2M stuff. No mutual blowjobs either. The “club” incident does not count as a blowjob in my opinion.

I’ve often wondered how many high school boys have secretly jacked off in class. And also how many teachers have been aware of the many hard-ons that were taking place in the class room.

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Sitting on Things

Sexual Sitting on Things

Since before recorded history, men and women have been sitting on things for sexual pleasure.

Women have the advantage in that they have two holes to play with. Women have been known to sit on bedposts and gearshifts, as well as all the usual stuff such as dildos and brush handles.

Of course women are more inclined to sit on things to fill their vaginas, but anal sitting is certainly of interest to some women.

For those who enjoy sitting on things, including your authors, much of the joy seems to be the stretching. How much can one successfully accommodate without pain? And for some, the pain is a fun component also.

One must be really cautious. In fact, you might enjoy sexual sitting vicariously, then have orgasms in more usual ways. The dangers include: Having an object slip entirely into a vagina or anus that cannot be extracted, slipping so suddenly your whole weight falls on the object, injuring your body, going too far and tearing something important, and infection.

If you must, do use lots of lube. Go slowly. Make sure you can’t suddenly slip, putting more weight on an object than you should.

Your author found a hollow plastic juggling club, an object with a round ball at the end just over an inch (25mm) in diameter. Using coconut oil, he lubed it up and slowly, ever so slowly sat down on it. That was just too much. It was starting to hurt, so your author stopped. Then he tried again, and he felt the most delicious stretch. It was no longer painful. In fact, it was delightful, then suddenly, the ball was all the way in. Your author pushed the juggling club in further until the ball was pressing nicely on his prostate. The sensation was a sort of gotta-pee feeling, but nicer. A few drops of semen were being squeezed out of his prostate and slipped along his urethra then dripped out on the carpet. So, he came, but it wasn’t orgasmic.

Then your author went for a walk around the house. The bulk of the juggling club was sticking out of his ass like a tail. He could feel it’s weight tugging ever so slightly on the ball still in his rectum. He could feel the club waiving around with his footsteps.

Being able to resist no longer, he jerked off to a wonderful orgasm. He felt the orgasmic contractions constricting around the stem of the juggling club.

After settling down, he tried to pull the club out, but his ass was clamping down tight. It would not come out. After a minute, he tried again, pulling very slowly as his ass expanded, and then, finally it was out.

Then your author discovered that washing that plastic club with several kinds of soap over the course of several minutes would not entirely remove the sweet anal odor. It didn’t smell like poop, but was concerning because the anal gland smell, although attractive, might be a sure give-away to anyone who would use that club.

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Sara Finds a New Way For Both of Us to Cum

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

After the session with six guys, Sara couldn’t stop raving about how much fun it was to have six hard pricks to play with. Seven counting mine, although she never actually serviced me. She also went on and on about how great it felt to fuck the guy with the coke can sized cock. Of course every time she went on about his dick, it just made me feel more inadequate.

She insisted that we have threesomes with the guy, whose name is Nick, at least once a week because she loved the way his monster cock felt in her cunt. These weren’t really threesomes because there wasn’t anything I could do with the guy’s big cock. It was too big around to even get in my mouth. The “threesomes” really ended up with Sara fucking the shit out of the guy’s monster cock while I watched and jerked off.

Luckily she tired of the guy after a few weeks. He had zero personality and there was no way to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. Obviously dick size isn’t everything to a woman. So he more or less faded into the sunset. Of the other five guys, only one of them really appealed to her. That was #1, whose real name was Jerry. He was the guy with the curved dick who won the award for the hardest hard-on.

She contacted him and we had a few threesomes with him. Those were fun because I got to fully participate, plus Jerry liked to suck my cock as much as he liked to fuck my wife. And I liked to suck his dick which really was super hard. We all three enjoyed masturbating both cocks.

But all things run their course. Eventually Sara needed something new. “Honey,” she said, “I’m thinking about something else we can do that we’ve never done before.”

Oh, shit, I thought, what cockamamie idea has she come up with now? Probably something that will further humiliate me. Maybe she’ll want to fuck ten guys while I watch. “What’s your idea, babe?” I ventured.

“Let’s buy a strap-on so I can fuck your ass. What do you think? Most of the stuff we’ve done is for my benefit. So I think it’s time we came up with something for your benefit,” she replied.


Sara pegging, a new way to cum

My benefit? Where does she come up with this shit? If we were going to do something for my benefit, it would be three high school cheerleaders fighting to see who could take my cum load down their throat. My benefit is not having some rubber cock shoved up my ass. But I couldn’t tell her that.

“That would be different, for sure,” I replied. “But what fun is that for you?”

“Well, I like the idea of being totally in control. Having you has my boy toy. Plus some of those strap-ons have battery operated vibrators that will stimulate my clit while I am pumping your ass full of cock. C’mon, be a sport. Give it a try.”

“Ok, I’ll go along with it but don’t buy one that has a monster cock on it. I don’t want some giant dildo shoved up my ass,” I replied.

“Why don’t we go to the local porno shop and pick one out together,” she suggested.

So we did. The one she picked out did have a smaller than usual cock on it but it was still a good 6” long. I wasn’t too concerned about the length. It was the girth that scared me. We finally agreed on one that had a very realistic looking cock on it that was about 4” in circumference which was about 1.25” in diameter. She thought that was pretty small but it looked big to me. As we were examining it in front of the clerk at the sex shop, she said, “Honey, are you sure you can’t take something bigger than this? Don’t you want your ass to be really filled up like I do when Nick fucks me with that huge cock?”

The clerk’s jaw dropped and nearly hit the floor. I’m sure he never heard any woman talk so openly. My face was burning with shame from even admitting in front of a stranger that I wanted to be fucked in the ass. The device Sara was holding was a strapless version that had a u-shaped hook on the end that went up her vagina and stayed in place. Right where it pressed against her clit was vibrating pad. It was on sale for $36. I handed the guy a fifty and told him to keep the change so we could get the hell out of there.

Sara couldn’t wait to try it out when we got home. She put the batteries in it and liberally coated it with K-Y jelly. She had me lay on my back and spread my legs. Then she lubed up my asshole and inserted the thing inside her pussy. She got down between my legs and directed the head of the dildo right at my asshole. I had my knees pulled up giving her more access to the promised spot.

“Relax, babe,” Sara said, “I’ve read up on this and if you tense up, it will hurt much worse. If you totally relax it might hurt just a bit at first but once it’s up inside you and I start pumping away, you will love it.”

I hoped she knew what she was talking about and I tried to relax. I was a bit surprised that my dick was fully hard. Based on videos I’d seen, I assumed my hard-on would go away once she started fucking me. I never understood why some guys lost their erections while being fucked.

The dildo started to penetrate my asshole. I tried to totally relax my entire body as Sara kept pushing it in. The head slid past my sphincter and although there was a bit of pain, it was starting to feel pretty good. I could even feel some of the vibrations. As she began to pump away I was shocked at how good it felt. She had both hands on my thighs and pushed my legs back just like I did when I fucked her. I could feel the coronal ridge of the dildo rubbing on the inside of my ass and it felt fantastic. I had read that the anal canal was loaded with nerve endings which was why some women actually preferred to be ass-fucked. I hadn’t fucked Sara in the ass yet but her day was coming.

I looked down at my cock and unlike many of the gay videos I had seen, my prick was rock hard and throbbing with each thrust Sara was giving me. After a good ten minutes of steady fucking, I knew she had cum at least three or four times and now it was my turn. Without even touching my rigid cock, the semen started spurting out with amazing force. The first shot just made it to my chest but the second one blasted me right in the face. I opened my mouth to try to catch any subsequent streams and was lucky to get several into my mouth.

Sara kept right on pumping as my dick kept spurting. Finally I was done and when Sara realized my orgasm was over, she pulled the dildo out of my ass. She leaned in and kissed me and licked a lot of the semen off of my face.

“How was it babe?” she wanted to know. “It was great,” I gasped, “far better than I expected. Looked like it was good for you too.”

“It was. In fact, now I want you to fuck my ass so I can experience what you did.” I needed a bit of recuperative time but after about a half hour I was ready to give Sara her first ass fucking. We went through all the same lube procedures and soon I had her legs up over my shoulders and started to penetrate her ass with my erection. My dick was somewhat bigger than the dildo so I wasn’t sure how it would go. But Sara knew how to totally relax her sphincter and my cock amazingly slid in much easier than either of us expected. My dick felt really good in her ass and I wondered why we had never done this before. She said the same thing.

As I pumped away, she had orgasm after orgasm, and finally I could take no more and unloaded another major cum load, this time in her ass. As we lay there in post-orgasm glow we talked about how great the experience had been for both of us getting ass-fucked. We agreed that this had to become a regular part of our sex lives.

“Sweetie,” she said, “whose cock does that dildo remind you of?” I knew she was talking about Jerry although his prick had a bit more curve to it, but it was close. “How would you feel about having a real dick up your ass, assuming Jerry is up for it?”

I knew Jerry would have no problem shoving his dick up my rectum and I said so. She immediately called him on the phone and asked him if he would like to fuck me in the ass and also take my cock up his back door. He was all for it and I knew she would want to fuck both of us with her new strapless strap-on dildo.

Jerry’s cock was a bit bigger around than the dildo but surprisingly, I was super curious as to what that would feel like. And I couldn’t wait to find out.

So now we had something new to look forward to. I also wondered what other ideas Sara would dream up.

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My Girlfriend the Drummer

My girlfriend the drummer, sex play with drumsticks

I sing and play guitar. My girlfriend is in the band. She’s the drummer. We’re reasonably successful, but we do have to supplement our gig income by teaching music. That’s where the real money is, at least for now. Like all musicians, we hope for greater success, although I have to say, what we have now is rather satisfying.

Anyway, one night we were fooling around in bed. We don’t fuck all that often. We’d rather do what we call ‘manual’ things to each other. Handjobs and such. Sometimes I lick her to great orgasms. And on this one night, that’s what we were doing. Specifically, I was licking her anus, and the area between her anus and vagina. Suddenly, she got up, distracted. She grabbed her drumsticks and started tapping out a new rhythm on her nightstand.

She stopped and looked at me, evidently with a new idea. Yet another rhythm maybe? No, she asked whether I might like to have her tap out the rhythm on my belly.

I said, “Sure, why not?”

She started tapping her sticks lightly on my belly. It kind of tickled, and didn’t really feel all that great. Plus it was just a bit cold in the room. I noticed that the tips of her sticks where hitting close together, like all within one square inch.

The thought came to me, that since my scrotum was currently drawn up tight due to the coldness, it might feel nice to have her tap on my balls.

She did. It was surprisingly nice. She tried some other rhythms. After a minute I came and she hadn’t even been touching my cock.

We have done it many time since. If you and your partner want to try something like this, I have only one suggestion: Make sure your scrotum is firm and tight. We tried it with loose balls once, and it kind of hurt when the tip of a stick hit right on top of a testicle. Even that was fun, however.

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My Girlfriend is Cruel

Massage table for sexual play
Get your own massage table like this one

My girlfriend is cruel, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She has a massage table at her house and these soft bandana-like things with which she can tie my ankles and wrists to the table.

She gets me hard, then she starts ever so gently fondling my balls. Slowly, she builds up the pressure until she’s squeezing them so hard that her fingertips turn white. It fucking hurts, but oddly, its pleasurable, too. For those who don’t know, testicles are in a think and firm rubbery covering that makes them very tough. It may be painful, but it’s harmless. At least I think so.

After doing that for a several minutes, while laughing sardonically, she then jerks me off. I try not to cum right away, but knowing what’s coming next, I can’t hold off very long.

Within a minute or two, cum is shooting all over the place as she continues to stroke me.

She’ll typically say something like, “Good, now that’s out of the way.”

We both laugh, although my laughter is rather nervous.

She continues to stroke me, but now it doesn’t feel so good. I want her to stop. I’m done sexually. I’ve ejaculated, and now I need to be alone. I really, really need her to let go of my cock.

But, no, that’s not going to happen. Now, after adding more oil to the palm of her hand, she starts rubbing that palm over the tip of my penis, as she holds the shaft upright with her other hand.

It’s fucking excruciating. For those who don’t know, it’s an excruciating tickle. Maybe a guy can imagine underwear being rubbed against the tip of the dick. Or a girl might imagine cloth being rubbed over her exposed clitoris.

She laughs like a maniac and continues the torment. I’m twisting and pulling at the ankle and wrist restraints. But, I can’t get away, and she continues. It’s amazingly horrible. And yet, it’s also kind of nice in a very strange way.

Eventually, the sensation dies down a little bit as my sanity starts to return. It starts to feel like I’m going to pee. And sure enough, completely out of control, I feel a single squirt escape my body. She laughs some more. So do I.

But she continues. The horrible sensation builds again. I’ve really got to get away. I’m twisting, I’m yelling, and laughing at the same time. Now it starts feeling like I’m going to release more pee. Instead, I believe I have ejaculated a second time. Or maybe it was more pee. I’m not quite sure.

It must have been five minutes since my second ejaculation, if that’s what it was, and finally, my penis softens. We both know it’s over. I swear I’ll never let her do that again.

A week later, we do it again.

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Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Finds a New Way for Both of Us to Cum
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

My wife really loves to play with my dick and jack me off. And of course I love it. She likes to do all the other stuff too, but has become an incredible hand job artist. She gets so into it that she can actually achieve her own orgasms while pumping my cock.

We look at a lot of porn together. My computer is connected to a 42” monitor so we can really get the full experience of seeing sex onscreen. Lately we have started watching cuckhold porn where the wife in the video has sex with another man in front of the husband. Sometimes the husband just watches. Other times he jacks his own cock while watching, In the more extreme cuckhold videos, the husband even sucks the other guy’s cock and more.

My wife Sara typically plays with my cock while we watch porn. In some of the hotter cuckold videos, I have unexpectedly started shooting my cum before I even realized I was at that point.

“You really get off when the husband watches his wife jack off the other guy, don’t you?” Sara asked.

“I do,” I admitted, “There is something really hot about it.”

“Would you feel the same way watching me play with another man’s hard dick?” she wanted to know.

I had to think about it, but truthfully, visualizing my beautiful wife stroking a strange cock was a tantalizing thought. In my mind’s eye I could picture her hands flying up and down an erect cock with streams of cum shooting out.

“It’s a turn-on,” I admitted, “but the question is always, is the reality the same as the fantasy?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she replied. Damn, I thought, she’s really serious about this. I could feel my cock start to thicken as I visualized it happening. Obviously I must have thought it was a good idea. “But where would we find somebody? I don’t want it to be one of our friends or anybody either of us works with,” I ventured.

Sara got a gleam in her eye and I suspected she already had somebody picked out. “Well, the last few times I have walked the dog down to the park, there’s been a guy there with his dog. We’ve talked, but no outright flirting and certainly nothing sex related. But I do find him appealing. How about you accompany me on the next dog walk since he appears to always be there at the same time I am. We can both approach him about it. You need to be there so he understands what the deal really is.”

The next day was Saturday, which was Sara’s usual day to go to the park with Sandy, our dog. We ambled down to the park and Sara pointed him out. She said his name was Jeff. Now confronted with actually having to make a proposition that I really wasn’t prepared for, I started to get cold feet. Sara could tell I was hesitant but she dragged me over to where Jeff was and introduced me.

After ten minutes of small talk, Sara, always the bold one in the family, took charge. “Jeff,” she said, “Steve and I have been talking about putting some new excitement in our lives and we want to ask if you would like to help out.” From the look on Jeff’s face, I think he already had an idea which way this conversation was headed. Not mincing any words, Sara continued, “We would like to invite you over to our condo one evening for some drinks followed by some sex.” Wow, I thought. She’s not pulling any punches.

I could tell by the look on Jeff’s face that he wasn’t that surprised. It made me wonder if maybe Sara had already mentioned something about it to him previously. I didn’t care as long as I wasn’t left out of the mix.

“Hey, guys….that’s a terrific offer. I’m definitely all in. But is this really something you are both fully committed to doing? Bringing an outsider into a relationship can be tricky. It can be great fun for everybody, but sometimes it’s not.”

“If you are worried about me being jealous, I’ve already thought it through,” I said. “There are some ground rules. We need to keep whatever we do as strictly a fun experience and not let anything too personal happen. That means no kissing or hugging, No intimacy beyond the down and dirty sex part, if that makes any sense.”

“That makes a lot of sense and I think it’s a good starting point. Just how far did you want to go?”

Sara followed up on Jeff’s question. She and I had already discussed what we were prepared to do. “At our first session, Steve and I just want to limit it to me giving you a handjob while he watches. If everything goes OK we can consider more in the future. We were hoping this could be an ongoing relationship and not a one-time thing.”

“Sounds like a great start,” Jeff replied. We then worked out the details. We decided to waste no time and asked Jeff if he was available that evening. He was, so we parted company and set a time to meet later that evening at our place.

Jeff showed up right on time. We sat around and had a couple of drinks talking about everything except what was already on everybody’s mind. Finally Sara took charge and invited us into the bedroom. She was wearing a loose shift type dress which she pulled off over her head. She was not wearing any underwear so she was totally naked. Jeff’s eyes devoured her luscious body and he started stripping off his clothes and I followed suit. Soon all three were stark naked and Jeff’s prick was already semi-hard. He was quite well endowed, but so am I. Our two dicks were quite similar in size, about 7-inches long and fairly thick. I am cut and I guess he was too, but he still had some foreskin. As his prick fully hardened, what foreskin was there rolled back on its own exposing a very nice looking cockhead. Sara was visibly excited looking forward to getting her hands on some strange cock.

A couple of weeks ago, more or less as a joke, Sara had bought me a male masturbation toy called AcmeJoy. It has a soft latex sleeve that slides over my cock. On the inside of the sleeve are many little protuberances that massages my penis as the sleeve rotates around my hard dick. The device has several speeds and also can be set to spin one way and then spin the other. You have to manually move it up and down on your cock or you can just let it sit in one position. Through practice I found that I could tilt it while stroking up and down and that applied extra pressure on my frenulum.

rotating penis stimulation sex toy
That’s my actual cock and my actual AcmeJoy
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Sara had suggested that I might want to use the toy on my cock while she worked over Jeff’s throbbing man-meat. The three of us got on the king sized bed. Sara lubed up my cock and slid the toy onto it. Then she turned to Jeff and poured a generous amount of lube on his throbbing cock and went to work. Sara had many tricks that made her a true handjob artist. She knew every part of a dick to stimulate and also knew just how long to stay on one particular part of a man’s anatomy.

Just watching her masturbate Jeff was a huge turn-on. I knew I didn’t need the AcmeJoy but turned it on anyway. God, what a feeling. I saw Sara slide one hand under Jeff’s big ballsack and I knew one of her fingers was headed for the guy’s asshole. I loved it when she did that to me. Then she surprised the hell out of me. She bent over and slid the bulging cockhead of Jeff’s prick right into her mouth and proceeded to suck his dick like a woman possessed.

This was not part of our agreement but I really didn’t care. Seeing her suck his dick was even more stimulating than watching her stroke it. Seeing his big dick slide back and forth in her mouth and with what the sex toy was doing to my cock, it was way too much stimulation. We hadn’t even been going at it for ten minutes when I blew a huge load of cum into the toy. It was definitely one of the best orgasms of my life. I had to turn off the toy because the sensation was literally more than I could stand.

I lay there totally wiped out and continued to watch Sara service Jeff’s cock. She saw that I had turned off the toy and she pulled her lips off of Jeff’s prick. “Give me the toy,” she demanded. “But it’s full of cum,” I replied. “I don’t care, give it to me, and don’t let the cum slide out.”

I pulled the toy off my prick and handed it to her. She immediately slid the cum-filled device right onto Jeff’s prick and turned it on. She had an almost evil grin on her face as she proceeded to milk Jeff’s dick with the toy. With one finger plunging in and out of his asshole, she jacked the toy up and down the length of Jeff’s turgid cock. I watched as his body shook and bucked as the orgasm of a lifetime hit the poor guy. He literally screamed as spurt after spurt of jism jetted from his dick into the rotating receptacle that encased his penis. Sara continued to work the toy up and down the poor guy’s cock as it spun around at the highest speed setting. The sensation had to be mind numbing. He was begging her to stop but she wouldn’t do it. He tried to pull away but she kept right after him. Finally she decided to give him a break and pulled the toy off his still throbbing cock, which was now bright red. As she did, two huge loads of cum spilled out of the sleeve all over poor Jeff’s cock. She pulled her finger out of his ass and immediately put it to her nose and took a big whiff. When I saw that, my prick involuntarily twitched up and down a few times as the last vestiges of cum drooled out of the tip. Why was I so turned on about my wife smelling some stranger’s asshole?

The three of us lay together on the bed trying to recover. Sara confessed that she had orgasmed three times during the session. But added that she really needed to feel a big cock inside her. With all the barriers long gone, Jeff and I took turns fucking her far into the night until we were both drained of semen. The insatiable little bitch still wanted more and attempted to coax our pricks back to life with her mouth and tongue. I somehow recovered enough to give her one final fuck while Jeff just lay there and looked at us in wonder.

Later that night after Jeff left, I asked her why she was so quick to go down on him after our agreement that only masturbation would be on the table. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “All I know is I was looking at the shiny head of his engorged prick and I just couldn’t help myself.” I didn’t tell her that I was jealous. Not jealous that she was sucking another guy’s dick. I was jealous that it wasn’t me sucking it. But I figured there was always next time.

I knew my sex life with Sara was forever changed and looked forward to what would come next.

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Here is another in the Sara series: My Wife Sara Loves Giving Handjobs.