I love my new vibrator.
An. Awful. Lot.
Oh, god. Never before have I had such crushingly awesome G-Spot orgasms that get me excited enough to bite the stuffing out of my pillow and leave me a limp, quivering mess afterward.
That is all.
(an internet photo of the actual item)
My original plan was to wait until I meet someone special before having sex again; and considering that my standards for ‘special’ are pretty high, that might take awhile. Until then, I think that^ delightful little hunk of plastic will sufficiently satisfy me. Hopefully.
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Women have all the fun toys. There isn’t crap for us guys which is why we have to experiment with raw chicken, peanut butter and power tools.
Keep up the good work.
Mitch
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What are your high standards? Do they have anything to do with being a smart jerk?