Enjoy Sex Toys

The answer to that question is toys, toys, and more toys. And definitely look for sex toys that you can both use on each other. Girls seem to always go for sex toys that a guy can use on them (which is sexy! Not totally complaining) but we guys like to have you take care of us a little, too.

You can probably figure out how a dildo works on both you and your partner, but for some guys getting penetrated can be a touchy subject. People don’t usually think of a vibrator as a male sex toy but it definitely can be used on you both. If he’s open to penetration they can be used anally to stimulate the prostrate but there are plenty of non-penetration ways you can use a vibrator on him. My girlfriend holds hers against my dick while she jerks me off and it feels incredible. She runs it along my nipples as well.

Just be clean when sharing toys. Pulling a fresh condom over your dildo or vibrator when you switch it between you will keep everyone clean and happy.

For decades, the manufacturing of adult sex toys was a taboo subject. That meant that not much research was put into form or materials. Thanks to Dr. Ruth and Sue Johanson, sexuality is now recognized as an important part of overall health and well-being, and sex toy manufacturers are tapping into new research, making new products that are not only functional, but are also artistic.

The Nea and Lelo lines of clitoral vibrators are designed to be ergonomic, comfortable, effective, and pretty. These stimulators are also feminine and soft—helping to create a deeper sense of well-being to the user.

If you prefer penetration, the Onye Vibromasseur is a vibrator that is designed for pure pleasure and penetration. These vibrators are smooth, and are designed with an eye on function and form. Artistic sex toys add a higher level of sensuality to sex play, and the Onye line completes this by even having attractive packaging.

For many women, the orgasm is an elusive creature, rarely, if ever, experienced. While masturbation with dildos and vibrators can help, for many women penetration is not the key. If your sex partner is uncomfortable watching you with a dildo or vibrator, it can make reaching orgasm even more difficult.

Vibrating clitoral stimulation is the key many women seek to reaching orgasm and experiencing fulfilling sex lives. The Tuyo Vibromasseur offers luxury and pleasure, in an artistic form. It is a sphere, designed to be attractive and non-threatening, making it a great clitoral stimulator for couples who are new to sex toy play. An added bonus of the Tuyo Vibromasseur is that its shape allows it to double as a massager for any body part, on anybody. Relaxation plays a big role in reaching orgasm, and you can start this artistic sphere at your shoulders and work its way down.

It’s pretty well known that smoking cigarettes is bad for your health. As if heart disease and lung disease weren’t reason enough to give cigarettes up forever, here’s a reason that should really make you come around—quitting smoking will drastically improve your sex life.

Studies have linked male impotence to smoking, which is due largely to the fact that smoking restricts blood flow. Quitting smoking allows your blood to flow more freely through your body, your heart to pump more fully, and your lungs to fill the blood with more oxygen. Increased lung capacity means you won’t get worn out as quickly, and increased blood flow means your orgasms will reach new heights.

As if having great sex isn’t enough incentive to quit, consider that with the money you will save on cigarettes, you can buy yourself some exciting new sex toys. The Vibratex “Rock Your World” vibrator combines a big penetrator with a huge amount of power to pleasure you for hours. For men, use the money you would have spent on cigarettes to treat yourself to a CyberSkin Vibrating Perfect Ass- the perfect vibrating toy for any man. Just think, with a healthier heart and lungs, you’ll be able to enjoy your new toys longer and pound them harder!

It’s not that we planned this. It’s not even something we had ever envisioned (and believe me, I can think up a lot of sick shit), it was more Anna’s need for even more creative sex that had us here: me standing at the edge of my bed, Anna underneath me, on her back, naked, me stuffing her mouth with my cock-for all intents and purposes gagging her upside down-while she fed a long G-spot vibrator wand up her pussy, pinned her huge tits together between her elbows and literally gasped for breath as she came again.

“Hrmm, Parl, hrmm,” she said as I stood over her looking down her magnificent big white body, trying like all hell not to fall forward on top of her. I did manage to lean in a little and push the back of her hand, causing her to arch her back and push the vibrator inside herself even deeper.

“Hrmmm, prslll, hrmm,” she mouthed. I knew she was asking for me to come, but I knew it wasn’t in the cards that I do so right then. Not that Anna didn’t give great head, she did, but at times like these, I was more entranced with what her big body was doing, the way she sizzored her short legs when she came, how her landing strip of hair looked when she rolled her pussy up into her hand, the way those great big cans shook between her arms, that I couldn’t really concentrate fully on the sensations surrounding my cock.

I reached out and hovered my hand over her huge right breast. Anna bounced on the bed at the tease of me so close but not touching her flesh. The only real physical connection we had had here tonight was my cock in her mouth, albiet a strong one, but still, I knew if I were to disengage from Anna’s wonderfully welcoming mouth, she’d be left to diddle herself alone there on the bed. She knew, as did I, that this light connection was quite the turn on for us, we were executing a “look ma, no hands” sexcapade right then and though we hadn’t expected this thrilling little addition to the position we were in, it did seem to make Anna crazy enough that she was feeding that vibrator even deeper into herself.

The first two orgasms she had had were a prelude to what I was hoping Anna was building to and I was damn well determined to stay in her mouth until she finally got the toy up into herself enough to tickle her G-spot and let go with full abandon. Yes, I would pretend that I was going to touch her tits, I’d give her a cursorary push on the back of her hand with my own, but really beyond her locked on my cock the way she was, I knew that Anna and I were in a ‘hands off’ game until she popped me from her mouth herself and lay there satiated.

As always, I wanted Anna completely exhausted from our sex. It was really the only way I could assure myself that she wouldn’t leave me. I had to keep this girl satisfied in the bedroom or I knew, sooner more than later, she’d grow bored and her ache for more creative pastures would lead her astray. I had no doubt she and I liked each other, in fact in the six months Anna and I had been together I was coming to think maybe we even loved one another, but a girl like Anna had to have her libido constantly challenged or she’d eventually take a powder. Someday I might tire of this challenge or we might actually fall in love and her physical ache might be superseded by an emotional one, but for now I knew I had to find her every little wrinkle and exploit it as best I could.

Therefore, no hands tonight.

I reached out both my hands, spread my fingers and hovered them over those bouncing big tits under me. Anna’s eyes went wider, she sucked my cock even harder (God, she really was a pro!) and involuntarily she pushed the vibrator even deeper into her pussy. I smiled to myself as she rolled her hips, shook then bucked. I could hear her lightly gagging so I backed up ever so slightly and just tapped her little hard nipples with the palm of each hand, technically brushing her but not touching really. This brought a shock wave across that big white body below me and Anna began to fuck the wand in her pussy and began to spill. At the amazing site of her completed G-spot massage I nearly came myself.

But I still never touched her.

“More toys?” Brian chuckled as Barb sat on his knee. “I mean, why can’t it ever just be me laying you down and fucking you hard?”

“Well if you think you could, then we wouldn’t need the kinky toys now would we?” the brown-haired girl said bouncing back into her boyfriend’s lap. Brian sat back and chuckled as his lanky girlfriend did the same, then leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth.

“Really Bri, you know I think the sex is great,” Barb said after coming up for air. She wiggled her tight ass into his crotch and continued: “You have the sweetest cock, I’ve told you this many times and you really make me come…a lot…all the time. I just like to play a little.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I mean…”

“Trust me, I bought a good sex toy this time.”

“I’m startin to think you know a little too much about this stuff,” Brian countered as his Barb turned to nuzzle his neck.

“I mean, I was down for the nipple clamps and that little clit whip,” he continued as the girl in his lap wiggled, licked at his ear, put her arms around him. “That shit was ok, but…

“Yeah, sex toys used on _me_,” Barb laughed, leaning back off her man. “That’s the point, this…” and with this the lanky girl lean back even further and reached back to the kitchen table top to plucked the vibrating egg and its attached control off the table. “…will really make both of us feel good.”

“Shit, Barb the fucking thing’s electric!” Brian laughed.

“Battery honey,” she said then stood and turned to him fully. “Don’t worry I know how to use it.”

“Shit Barb.”

“Really what are you afraid of…” she said, holding the egg and its speed controller in one hand. Pulling the thin chord between the two, Barb looked down at her boyfriend.

“Afraid of a little vibration down your pants?” she said, then before Brian could stop her Barb pulled the waist band of his jeans forward, and pushed the egg down the front of her boy friend’s pants.

“Barb, fuck!” Brian said, standing with a shot. Barb stepped right up to him, trying not to make the chord too taut. She flicked the switch and the egg began to vibrate as Brian stood frozen.

“Now tell me, just tell me that doesn’t feel amazing.”

Brain was silent. All that could be heard in the sun-lit kitchen was the little buzzing coming from the vibrating egg stuck between Brian’s tight briefs and jeans. Though she hadn’t had enough time to place the bullet-like vibe in the best spot, Barb knew she had got it down far enough where the vibration of the toy must be having an adequate result across Brian’s cock and balls. Not that she would ever tell Brian but she was well reversed in all this stuff, she knew all too well how to use sex toys. The thirty-year old girl had a rich sexual history she’d probably never admit to her handsome, yet slightly innocent boyfriend.

Brian seemed to be at a loss for words.

“I can give it a little more…” Barb said placing her free hand on Brian’s chest. She regulated the knob on the vibrator’s controller just a smidgen faster and Brian looked hard at her.

“Good?”

“Weird,” he finally managed. “But good, yeah.”

“See, you got to trust me on the sex toys,” Barb said. “I only want you to feel good baby.”

“Maa, man,” Brian shuttered as Barb moved the dial even further forward. She knew it would take really nothing at all to just give Brian the full speed, but this was his first time out, why bother? She was planning to use this little egg vibrator a lot on Brain and on herself in the ensuing weeks; they really were just getting started with this toy.

“Did I get it down there far enough?” she said, looking over at where the chord snaked down the front of Brian’s jeans.

“Yeah…yeah,” he said.

Brian was standing fully now, seemingly easing into the shock and sensation. He reached over and kissed Barb and as their lips met he pressed her into him.

She could feel a slight vibration through his pants.

“Why…why can’t you just be a normal girlfriend?” Brian said when they released.

“I’d bore you to tears if I was,” Barb said reaching for Brian’s zipper with her free hand, her other still on the vibrator’s control.

Kim and Bree sat facing each other; pinned, naked, panting, each spread and open on the bulbous wide lubed ends of the long double-headed dildo poised between them. Not exactly the most common sex toy two lesbians could have picked and sitting here in a room full of their best gay girlfriends attempting this odd out-in-the-open tug-of-war was not the usual occurrence at these parties. But Kim and Bree were competing like they always did, determined to _will_ the other to lose…in this case even the slightest undulation of hips or clutch of pussy and the girl who moved would be the loser to the girl who had stayed locked in her position. True the winner would be aching to be sure, but for Kim or Bree to compete was mostly what mattered, it didn’t matter how bizarre the contest.

Kim and Bree had never been lovers (well maybe one drunken night a year ago…but who’s counting that time, really?) were neck-and neck in their tight lesbian community, A students, perfect athletes and go-getters of a stripe no one else in this room of twenty could ever match. They were the girls everyone else wanted to be with (college boys included): long-limbed Kim with the sad blue eyes and cute button nose; Bree with green eyes, great double D’s and a mess of curly chestnut curls. All eyes were on these two hotties sitting dead center of the carpet, as if anyone here wouldn’t be checking out the two anyway. Even those girls, who had left the room, were even then still thinking about Kim and Bree even if they wouldn’t admit it.

“This is definitely the hottest dyke party I’ve been to yet!” Suzy said.

Though there had been sighs, gasps-two girls had even left the room when Kim and Bree had announced what they planned to do-no one could argue with Suzy that this late semester party had to be the sexiest one so far. There were girls of every size, shape and color here, hooking-up, fondling, kissing, playing with vibrators, anal beads, clamps, a paddle or two, even a lesbian strap-on had been seen…though nobody was playing out in the open like Kim and Bree.

“You know this could go on all night,” Samantha opinioned taking another long pull of beer.

“I’m down,” Judy said and her blue eyes widened even more as she stole another glance to Bree’s massive pale tits.

“This is a little much, doncha think?” Cindy remarked. She wasn’t a girl for toys really, especially for anything that resembled a cock. Cindy, like a handful of the lesbians here, really only ever played with lesbian sex toys.

“Are we bettin’ on this?” Carla said aloud and even Bree and Kim chuckled.

“She’s gonna loose, so you better put your money on me,” Bree said, shifting her little rump so she could keep her position on the end of the dildo and at the same time take some pressure off of her right cheek.

“Bitch you have wanted cock for so long and you know it,” Kim tittered at the other end and the girls around them high-five-d and “whoo-hoo-ed” at the insult. She also shifted from one sore butt cheek to the other.

Neither girl moved a smidgen down the dildo. Though their bald spread lips were engorged and glistening, from most angles above the pair it was pretty hard to see much of Kim and Bree straight on. The ‘picture’ forming in most of the partiers’ minds was what they _assumed_ was happening as Kim and Bree poised there on the thick toy.

“Get me a pen and paper,” Carla continued. “We gotta get this all down if this is a money game.”

If the room wasn’t buzzing before, it was now. Girls held beers in one hand, reached into pockets and for purses with the others, circled, tittered and challenged.

“I kinda feel insulted,” Kim said over to her friend and competitor.

“Yeah, we get our snatches up in the air, nice and wet and stuffed…and all they care about is betting on it,” Bree agreed. “You just can’t predict a thing with us lesbians, huh?”

“I ‘predict’ you’re gonna move in a minute,” Kim snickered.

“I ‘predict’ _you’re_ the one who loves cock so much you are gonna bear down on that thing the minute I tell you to.”

Shifting from one cheek to the other again, Kim and Bree sighed, looked up at the gathering of lesbians around them and blew a kiss to each other…as neither one moved to take the dildo in deeper.

McCado was definitely the quicker; Jansen ‘The-Black-Glove’ Reesen the meaner. Both men were feared in Black Rock more than any other who had ever sauntered across the town’s dusty clapboard main street and now that the two were in the ‘2TimeGood TimeTavern’, no man, woman, child or dog even would dare come into the place. Nobody but nobody wanted to be on the other end, even see, the dildos the men sported in their holsters.

“Some nasty night,” McCado said sneering over his glass of whiskey.

Shifting his weight slowly, as not to prick the senses of his deadly companion next to him, the smaller man moved his huge dong side-arm from where it lay dangling into his crotch to his back right hip. Of course Jansen watched with trepidation as his sworn enemy moved his worn yet huge dildo from his holster, but he wouldn’t let on that the move had interested him beyond his sipping of his own whiskey.

In the corner Benny, the black stride piano player, managed a deft tickling of the brittle piano keys as light as he could. He dare not turn around to see what was happening behind him…hell, Jojo the bartender had long since thrown those two glasses down, the bottle of whiskey between the men at the bar and lighted out beyond the swinging double doors for his home 2 miles away!

“Seems to follow you and me wherever we go,” McCado added and watched as Jensen then picked up _his_ side arm, a flattened 8-inch dildo, and swung it up on the bar with such a retort Benny jumped from his stool…but didn’t stop playing.

Out in the open with their weapons like this, both men were basically daring the other to make the first move. These men had fucked opponents from here to the California coast and round back again and there wasn’t a man or woman who had opposed them who could offer any recollection beyond a shutter and a smile. Jansen and McCado wielded their dildos like no other sex toy stud on the western frontier and that they had come to Black Rock to bend each other over was a historic event.

McCado wasn’t expecting much conversation, so he set his glass on the bar, thrust his pelvis and got his two big hands around his side-arm. Stroking his trusty huge cock toy, the man fed the dildo through his cracked long fingers and regarded Jensen with a scur for a smile.

Jensen stood back, deftly grabbed his own side arm, a much smaller one then his opponents, (though those who had been on the receiving end of Jensen’s stiff fake cock knew how brutal he could use it) and he too fed the instrument of his reputation through his hands, though he wore gloves, his signature and what had given him his nickname.

The two stood at the bar staring at each other’s dildos as Benny listened through his ragtime to the unmistakable sounds behind him. The entire town of Black Rock held its breath anticipating the showdown fucking of these two men. It had been on the wire that these two bad men were coming here for their last battle and nobody was all that happy about what the result might be. In the end, one of the two would be the fastest cock in the west and whether McCado or Jensen Reesen, that man would be a solo holy terror, the likes of which had not been seen in this part since Ma Macraven’s Boys and the Dildo Mavens of ’54!

But the clouds rolled over the tavern, the sagebrush sighed and Benny kept playing as the two warriors smiled at each other, regarding each other prodigious plastic pricks and then they released same, took one last snort of the whiskey and left the tavern together, mounted their nighttime black steeds, one steering his west the other east out of town.

Sometimes it’s better to avoid a fight, at least for another day.

Bachelorette parties should be just as much fun for guests as for the guest of honor. For my bachelorette party, I told my friends that I didn’t want a male stripper because all the ones I’d ever known were gay and I couldn’t get into the fantasy. If I think a guy is gay, I can’t appreciate their physical attributes because I’m too damn busy hitting them up for fashion and style advice. So, I requested no male stripper.

I secretly thought that they had maybe gotten me a female stripper– I overheard some of my friends the day before the party and I could tell that they were up to something and that something involved a stripper. I figured well hell, yeah. At least it won’t be too obnoxious if I end up asking a girl stripper where she gets her hair done, plus it will be fun and funny and maybe she can teach me some tricks to use on my husband during the honeymoon. Also, if she’s a lesbian, that’s just plain hot. Bring on the lady stripper!

So the night of my bachelorette party rolls around, and I know my friends are up to something. They put a blindfold on me and hand me a jar of glitter, and tell me to get ready. I start getting excited, they start some music and in walks AN OLD FRIEND. As he begins to striptease for me, I begin to scream, “Get off me, I can’t see you naked!” My girlfriends’ response was “Well, you know he’s not gay!” While I ran away and commenced to drink heavily in the corner, my girlfriends took advantage of the sexiest stripper we’d ever seen– proof that the bachelorette party is just as much for the bridesmaids as it is for the bride.

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I was thinking the other day, which can bring no good to anyone, I know. But I was watching The Food Network’s Alton Brown on “Good Eats” and I realized that he has a special disdain in the kitchen for what he calls “Mono-taskers”, like electric Apple peelers, or well any big bulky kitchen item that is only designed to serve one purpose and otherwise just takes up space. It got me thinking that I have got a LOT of sex toys, some are quite respectable multi-taskers, for instance my anal vibe, also double as a clit vibe. And let’s face it; dildos can be stuck in just about whichever hole you like. But things like my butterfly stimulator or my ball gag, well they are only good for the one thing, and they take up a relatively significant amount of space in my bedside table. Even my anal beads could, if need be, double as a necklace…well a bracelet, if pressed to find a second purpose, but those mono-taskers, are beginning to make me feel like an inefficient sex toy user.