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Man In Blue Jeans Holding His Crotch

I searched frantically for what I needed. Perspiration pooled on my forehead in subtle lines, and cooled simultaneously. A sense of urgency enveloped me and I was falling, tumbling through the midst of my scavenge, swathed in persistence and encumbered by my search.

When the Earth re-settled itself on its axis, I knew that I had found what I’d been looking for. I placed my hands gingerly on the red box, lined with silver and I held the item slowly into the air. An aura of secrecy permeated from the box and the ambiguity only heightened by a lack of any identifiable markers.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” I asked my client, who at some stage during my search had situated himself by my side.

“Yes! This is it, my friend!” He exclaimed as he pushed his sunglasses off his face and further into his wiry hair. We had struck veritable gold.

We placed the box carefully and delicately on the glass top table and centered ourselves on either side of the box to peer in at its contents. The client unzipped the red box with trembling fingers and what greeted us inside made us reel back in awe.

There was a contraption of sorts, spring-loaded with straps, soft foam and rubber. Next to it, a ruler, a blank DVD disc and a pack of bandages.

“Play the DVD” whispered the client, hoarsely. I kindly obliged and when the lights flickered on and the DVD began to play, a soft-spoken automated voice called out instructions on how to use the contraption.

“If your penis is over 5 inches when flaccid and stretched out you should turn the front piece or rubber strap around. If you are below 5 inches, the front piece can remain in its original position.”

“Separate the front piece from the rods. Place the ring around the base of your penis, and leave it there.”

“Place and tighten the strap behind the glans. If you are uncircumcised, the strap can be worn on top or under the foreskin.”

“Rotate the rods clockwise for a quarter turn and pull the rods outward to the desired length.”

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“When you are happy with the length of the rods, turn them back counter clockwise listening for a double click.”

“When the rods are in the right position for you, push them gently back towards your body. You now need to secure the front piece firmly onto the elongation rods by pushing them together.”

“The Male Edge is flexible in its design. The device can manouvre up or down, in turn finding the most comfortable position for you. If you want to wear the male edge during the day, it can be worn under loose fitting boxer shorts and trousers. It can also be worn at night depending on your sleeping habits, as some men move around when sleeping and others lie still for the most part.”

The DVD ceased playing and it ejected itself. We were stunned but thoroughly informed.

“The Male Edge, huh…” breathed The Client. “This is the one. After 8 weeks I saw permanent growth and even after 26 weeks I was permanently thicker and longer. Because it holds the penis constantly stretched, it stimulates growth of new tissue in the penis, also known as cytokinesis.”

“What would the difference between this and a penis pump be?” I asked The Client.

He sighed wisely. “Penis pumps only allow the flow of blood into the penis, but elongating your penis with a penis extender such as the Male Edge allows for permanent growth in penis blood chambers to allow more blood to fill the chambers and thus for a larger erection in terms of both length and girth.”

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I nodded enthusiastically. It made complete sense. We packed away the Male Edge box and its aura of secrecy and having learned from the wise instructional DVD voice, The Client was ready to embark on a new journey into penis enlargement. If you would like to find out whether this product is suited for you, it is recommended to read more information about using penis extenders.

Author: Andre is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres




Jennifer works marketing at Adultsmart an online sex toy shop. She has a non-judgemental approach to sex, sex toys and sexuality. Her favorite saying is if it feels good and right and is not illegal then why not!

Taking Advantage Of My Average Joe

Woman Happy At Home With Pet

Margaret lived in a one bedroom apartment with her cat Amethyst since her husband had passed. It was incredibly lonely; she missed everything about him. His affection, his laugh, most of all she missed the touch of another human; the warmth of another body that only he could’ve provided her.

Margaret’s fingers trembled at the thought as she placed a can of tuna in the electric can opener and Amethyst meowed enthusiastically at the prospect of dinner. As Amethyst rubbed Margaret’s legs adoringly, Margaret bent down and placed the tuna in a green plastic bowl. Margaret hobbled to her armchair and rested her head in her hand. She pressed her trembling lips firmly together and a silent tear ran down her cheek as Amethyst lapped up her dinner in the kitchen.

Margaret had to distract herself and she walked over to her computer chair and logged onto the World Wide Web. Her breath was quick and sharp as she typed the tantalising words into the search bar; DILDO. Flashy advertisements and loud noises flooded her screen, and Margaret had to turn off her screen lest she manifest a tension headache. She rested her head in the palms of her hands and once again cried, this time shaking as tears fell from her eyes and onto the hardwood of the desk.

She had to leave the house, she felt suffocated and claustrophobic. She grabbed her walking stick and slammed the door behind her, heading into the darkness of the night; wandering the streets aimlessly and lost in a haze.

Glaring streetlights and signs enveloped her senses as she stared vacantly until she came upon a sign: Oh-Zone it read in pink letters. She climbed the stairs, enthused, curious even. As she entered the store she was like a deer caught in headlights: wide-eyed and frightened, she stepped forward into the warm embrace of the lights.

Behind the counter stood a very cool, very attractive young man of latin descent. He stepped forward and held out his hand; “I’m Andre” he smiled. “Can I help you with anything today?”

She took his hand and it was like that scene from Aladdin when the world started spinning and disney music began to play along the lines of “I Can Show You The World”, only in this instance it would’ve been more appropriate to say; I Can Show You The Sex Shop.

“Oh, dear, well, my husband’s just passed away…” Margaret said as she trembled. Andre nodded sympathetically and pressed a finger to her lips. “You need not say anymore, my dear. Come with me.”

He very suavely walked her to the corner of the store where there were row upon row of dildos, some molded from famous pornstars, others realistic in their consistency and others in unusual shades of chartreuse, cyan and violet.

“The variety is endless” whispered Margaret in awe. “And, and oh my!” Gasped Margaret. “It’s Joe!”

“Joe?” Andre asked inquisitively.

Margaret was pointing to a self-heating, self-vibrating realistic 6 inch cock from the company Average Joe. “My husband! His name was Joe!” her finger wavered on the sex toy and sure enough, under the brand name and a list of useful attributes such as a harness compatible suction cup base, there was the name “Joe: The surfer” written in acrylic.

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“Joe was a surfer too…” Murmured Margaret, gingerly touching the packaging. Andre grabbed Joe off the hook and held it out for Margaret, as the tagline: “Joe has come in from riding the waves to give you a ride of your own” shimmered in the still air.

Margaret seemed taken aback by the sex toy. She stared silently, wide-eyed at the packaging, turning it over and over. Words such as; revel in his warm, self-heating sensations and insertable 5 inches flooded Margaret’s mind, circling each other back and forth in the tempest of her desires.

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“A lot of people are scared to admit that they’re alone, that they would like to have someone and with the advent of isolation, social anxiety and a certain sense of independence that technology has brought, it’s become harder and harder to meet people. And, maybe, it could be the case that you don’t even want to meet people, but everyone has sexual needs that need to be met.” Andre said warmly.

Margaret glanced sheepishly at Andre and back to Joe. She paused briefly and then whispered “I’ll take it.”

Andre wrapped up Joe with the utmost care and bid farewell to a nervous but excited Margaret. As Margaret left the shop she contemplated what had just taken place and what she had planned for later that night. The garish street signs once again accompanied Margaret to her abode and she paused at the door to her apartment. She realised what it was that she was feeling; part of Joe had been returned to her – and as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment, she was ready to be back in Joe’s warm embrace.

Author: Isaac is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle CentresSave


Jennifer works marketing at Adultsmart an online sex toy shop. She has a non-judgemental approach to sex, sex toys and sexuality. Her favorite saying is if it feels good and right and is not illegal then why not!

Water Bottle Douching Techniques!

A heat wave had struck the city. Down in the streets below, t-shirts clung to the backs of the people passing by, an old man stood by a telephone booth fanning himself with a newspaper and a car honked as it almost slammed into an unruly cyclist trying to escape the heat.

Upstairs a barrage of deep tonal beats played throughout the air and an alarm sound resounded deep within the store; a young man with short cropped black hair, baggy jean shorts and a white singlet walked through the door.

He seemed very calm, serene like a drop of water dissipating deep within an ivory well. Beneath the surface there was curiosity, tumultously crashing over a perspicacious disposition. I approached him and asked if there was anything specific he was looking for, to which he replied; “Yeah mate, I need a douche you got one of ‘em?”

“Yes, right this way”, I mandated demurely. As I lead him to our douche stand, I pondered the intricacies of the young man’s situation. “Is this douche for yourself?” I asked him.

“Aw yeah mate, yeah I’m a bottom and I’ve got a partner like, he’s a top and so what that means in the gay community, like, is that during anal play, the top is usually the giver, and the bottom is the receiver so-to-speak. D’you know what I mean?”

“Yes, absolutely. And before any session of hot anal play it can be an absolute necessity to douche, to make sure that the sex is hygienic and that all flows smoothly and according to plan.” I replied.

“Too right, mate”, he grinned. “Poop and sex don’t mix for me, but hey, I don’t judge.”

“I’m glad you don’t judge, as this is a judgement free zone, as well as an Oh-zone.” I chided and we laughed boisterously.

I bent down to pick up some of the latest douches we had in store, packaged in clean, crisp white boxes with smooth designs and grooves. “Here we have the Adam & Eve EZ Anal Douche. It has a typical Anal Douche design, a bulbous lower section and a tube attached to the top with a fine nozzle. I believe it’s a 0.5” flexible and detachable plastic tip so you can remove it when you’re sucking water into the lower body of the douche, and reattach it when you need to insert the nozzle into your ass.”

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“Well, mate, the problem is I’m on the dole and I can’t afford to spend all my dollarydoos on a douche, like, I’ve got maybe 20 bucks to spend.” He said, scratching his chin.

“Ah”, I sighed. “When they say you pay for quality, and what you get is what you pay for, they couldn’t be closer to the truth. You could spend a decent $45 on this douche, have the maximum comfort possible for an otherwise discomfortable task or you could do what some of my friends have done in the past – And I really shouldn’t be telling you this – But in an emergency, a plastic water bottle works adequately as a douche. You’d fill up the bottle with water, place the bottle neck to your anus and …” I trailed off.

He winced sympathetically at the idea of placing a ridged bottle neck in or near a sensitive area like his anus. “Mate, y’ave convinced me, I’m gonna buy that douche but ya owe me a VB for what I’m dishing out.”

“I can’t promise anything, but I can promise that you’ll love this Adam and Eve EZ Anal Douche, and your partner will love you even more for it.” I winked. He laughed and as I packed away his douche for him, a soft fog rolled in from downstairs, lazily creeping up the stairs, signaling that night had arrived and the heat of the day had passed.

He waved goodbye to me and as the alarm sounded to signify his leaving, the deep tonal beats within the shop changed to a soft tempo jazz, saxophones blaring into the foggy ambience. I wiped clean the counter in front of me, slowly, precisely and the soft warbling of siren-song from the speakers shrouded me, superfluous and subdued.

About the author: Isaac is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

Richard runs the marketing and social profiles of adultsmart and adultsmart blog. He has been in the industry just over 10 years and enjoys his role both in an administrative capacity as well keeping abreast of issues relating to sexual health and lifestyles.

Servicing Mz Cherry With Leather Restraints

Brunette On Bed With Handcuffs

I​ ​couldn’t​ ​begin​ ​to​ ​relay​ ​how​ ​everything​ ​changed​ ​that​ ​night.​ ​As​ ​I​ ​surveyed​ ​my​ ​surroundings​ ​with ease,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​sense​ ​of​ ​calm​ ​in​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​the​ ​gentle​ ​hum​ ​of​ ​the​ ​central​ ​air conditioning​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​palpable;​ ​the​ ​stillness​ ​was​ ​eerie,​ ​even.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​in that​ ​moment​ ​that​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​sounded,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​man​ ​-​ ​wait,​ ​no,​ ​was​ ​it​ ​a​ ​woman?​ ​Entered​ ​through the​ ​doors.

He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​came​ ​up​ ​to​ ​me,​ ​with​ ​long​ ​curly​ ​brown​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​feminine​ ​yet​ ​somehow​ ​masculine​ ​blue eyes​ ​and​ ​spoke​ ​softly;​ ​“Do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​anything​ ​about​ ​BDSM?”​ ​He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​They,​ ​cocked​ ​a​ ​hand on​ ​their​ ​hip​ ​and​ ​tilted​ ​their​ ​head​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side,​ ​quizzically.

I,​ ​completely​ ​taken​ ​aback​ ​by​ ​the​ ​abruptness​ ​of​ ​the​ ​situation,​ ​somewhat​ ​bemused,​ ​simply answered​ ​“Yes.​ ​What​ ​would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​know?”

It​ ​was​ ​those​ ​two​ ​questions​ ​that​ ​set​ ​the​ ​tone​ ​for​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​a​ ​journey​ ​into​ ​self-exploration, boundaries​ ​and​ ​knowledge​ ​were​ ​about​ ​to​ ​take​ ​place.

“Well,​ ​first​ ​things​ ​first,​ ​my​ ​name​ ​is​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​that’s​ ​right.​ ​Mz​ ​with​ ​a​ ​M​ ​and​ ​a​ ​Z​ ​“,​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry said,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she,​ ​held​ ​out​ ​a​ ​limp​ ​but​ ​surprisingly​ ​large​ ​hand.​ ​I​ ​shook​ ​the​ ​hand​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“I’m Andre.​ ​Usually​ ​you​ ​put​ ​a​ ​little​ ​hyphen​ ​on​ ​the​ ​E​ ​but​ ​my​ ​mom​ ​was​ ​lazy.”

As​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​laughed​ ​I​ ​noticed​ ​that​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she​ ​-​ ​nay,​ ​he,​ ​had​ ​a​ ​sizeable​ ​Adam’s​ ​apple.​ ​My​ ​initial curiosity​ ​returned​ ​to​ ​what​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​a​ ​frail​ ​but​ ​very​ ​tall​ ​and​ ​lanky​ ​man,​ ​could​ ​have​ ​to​ ​say​ ​about BDSM.

“Well​ ​I’m​ ​a​ ​submissive,​ ​you​ ​see,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​regular​ ​partner​ ​that​ ​I​ ​play​ ​with​ ​-​ ​oh,​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​such a​ ​doll,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​him​ ​something​ ​for​ ​his​ ​birthday​ ​that​ ​says,​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​property​ ​and​ ​he​ ​-” Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​bent​ ​down​ ​at​ ​this​ ​part​ ​and​ ​whispered​ ​“owns​ me.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then,​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​to​ ​give​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry.​ ​I​ ​led​ ​her​ ​to​ ​the​ ​BDSM​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pointed​ ​out​ ​a​ ​dog collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​“Nothing​ ​says​ ​ownership​ ​like​ ​a​ ​Dominatrix​ ​and​ ​his​ ​dog”​ ​I​ ​remarked.

“It’s​ ​just​ ​too​ ​mainstream”,​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face.​ ​“​ ​Why,​ ​every​ ​Tom,​ ​Dick​ ​and​ ​Harry​ ​is​ ​out there​ ​walking​ ​their​ ​submissive​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dog​ ​collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​and​ ​only​ ​his​ ​and​ ​I​ ​need​ ​him​ ​to know​ ​that.”

I​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​belonging,​ ​and​ ​feeling​ ​like​ ​you​ ​belong,​ ​or​ ​that​ ​you’re​ ​someone’s​ ​property​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of the​ ​main​ ​kinks​ ​of​ ​BDSM.​ ​I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​leather​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​little​ ​padlocks​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​I held​ ​them​ ​up​ ​to​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​triumphantly.​ ​“This​ ​is​ ​what​ ​you​ ​need.​ ​He​ ​can​ ​lock​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​cuffs and​ ​keep​ ​the​ ​key​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​he’s​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​with​ ​keys.”

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Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​beamed.​ ​He​ ​flicked​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​held​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​his​ ​red​ ​press-on​ ​nails. Then​ ​he​ ​pined​ ​“But​ ​I​ ​want​ ​something​ ​extra!”

“And​ ​why​ ​shouldn’t​ ​you?”​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​I​ ​held​ ​up​ ​a​ ​whip​ ​from​ ​Hell’s​ ​Couture,​ ​60cm​ ​in​ ​length​ ​with​ ​a metal​ ​handle.​ ​“This”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“So​ ​he​ ​can​ ​punish​ ​you​ ​when​ ​you​ ​need​ ​to​ ​be​ ​punished”.​ ​At​ ​this​ ​point Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​positively​ ​ecstatic.

“Just​ ​be​ ​careful”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“These​ ​whips​ ​can​ ​hurt​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit.”

“Oh,​ ​honey​ ​child,​ ​I​ ​like​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rough!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​exclaimed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​lifted​ ​up​ ​his​ ​sleeves​ ​to​ ​reveal welts​ ​and​ ​bruises​ ​along​ ​his​ ​arms,​ ​including​ ​several​ ​scratch​ ​marks.

“Wow,​ ​you​ ​certainly​ ​do.​ ​I​ ​just​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​have​ ​a​ ​safe​ ​word,​ ​while​ ​it’s​ ​important​ ​to​ ​push​ ​limits and​ ​boundaries​ ​in​ ​BDSM​ ​play,​ ​it’s​ ​also​ ​important​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​the​ ​acts​ ​are​ consensual​ ​and safe​ ​for​ ​the​ ​couple.”​ ​I​ ​said.

“My​ ​safe​ ​word​ ​is​ ​‘peaches’”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​giggled.​ ​Satisfied​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​safe,​ ​I led​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​piece​ ​de​ ​resistance.​ ​I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​white​ ​box​ ​and​ ​showed​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​the​ ​label.

“This,​ ​is​ ​our​ ​Fetish​ ​Fantasy​ ​Series​ ​Rope​ ​Cuff​ ​&​ ​Tether​ ​Set.​ ​It​ ​comes​ ​with​ ​wrist​ ​cuffs,​ ​ankle​ ​cuffs and​ ​four​ ​rope​ ​tethers.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​has​ ​a​ ​free​ ​mask​ ​inside​ ​so​ ​you​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​absolutely​ ​helpless​ ​to​ ​your dominatrix,​ ​and​ ​give​ ​in​ ​to​ ​your​ ​sensations.”

Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​eyes​ ​lit​ ​up​ ​like​ ​when​ ​you​ ​hit​ ​three​ ​cherries​ ​at​ ​the​ ​pokies.​ ​“I​ ​love​ ​this!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry exclaimed.​ ​“And​ ​I​ ​know​ ​he’ll​ ​love​ ​this​ ​too.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then​ ​that​ ​we​ ​had​ ​satisfied​ ​three​ ​separate​ ​sexual​ ​themes​ ​of​ ​BDSM:​ ​giving​ ​and​ ​receiving pain,​ ​physical​ ​restriction​ ​and​ ​psychological​ ​humiliation.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​interesting​ ​to​ ​note​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry himself​ ​was​ ​representative​ ​of​ ​BDSM​ ​sub-culture​ ​by​ ​resisting​ ​gender​ ​conformity.​ ​BDSM practitioners​ ​can​ ​often​ ​gender​ ​switch,​ ​take​ ​on​ ​a​ ​different​ ​gendered​ ​style​ ​depending​ ​of​ ​the gender​ ​of​ ​their​ ​partner​ ​and​ ​resist​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​gender​ ​matters​ ​in​ ​their​ ​play​ ​partner.

As​ ​I​ ​packed​ ​away​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​items​ ​for​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​reflected​ ​on​ ​what​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​place​ ​that​ ​night.​ ​A coming​ ​together​ ​of​ ​knowledge,​ ​sub-cultures,​ ​so-called​ ​perversions​ ​and​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​sex​ ​has boundaries​ ​and​ ​limits​ ​that​ ​can​ ​be​ ​pushed​ ​all​ ​under​ ​safe​ ​and​ ​consensual​ ​situations.

About the author: Isaac is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres



Andrew is right into the Fet Lifestyle and enjoys BDSM. He has written about these subjects in many arena’s and is an expert at Shibari. He shares his knowledge by working with Adultsmart a sex toy store. Enjoy the descriptive and educational articles he has written.

The Truth About Anal Shopping Experiences

Woman Shopping At A Sex Toy Store

It​ ​was​ ​7pm​ ​on​ ​a​ ​Wednesday​ ​night.​ ​As​ ​I​ ​carefully​ ​and​ ​meticulously​ ​cleaned​ ​the​ ​shining​ ​metal hook​ ​in​ ​my​ ​hands,​ ​the​ ​smell​ ​of​ ​disinfectant​ ​wild​ ​and​ ​acrid​ ​in​ ​my​ ​nostrils​ ​I​ ​gazed​ ​upon​ ​my surroundings​ ​and​ ​took​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sights​ ​and​ ​sounds.​ ​Wall​ ​after​ ​wall​ ​of​ ​beautiful​ ​multi-coloured​ ​sex toys covered​ ​the​ ​shelves,​ ​each​ ​of​ ​them​ ​silent​ ​and​ ​still,​ ​yet​ ​somehow​ ​with​ ​a​ ​life​ ​of​ ​their​ ​own.​ ​They called​ ​out​ ​from​ ​the​ ​shelves,​ ​beckoning​ ​with​ ​their​ ​textures​ ​and​ ​silhouettes,​ ​chanting​ ​into​ ​the​ ​still air.

I​ ​heard​ ​an​ ​alarm​ ​sound​ ​in​ ​the​ ​depths​ ​of​ ​the​ ​store,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​in​ ​that​ ​moment​ ​that​ ​I’d​ ​realised​ ​a young​ ​girl​ ​stood​ ​before​ ​me,​ ​with​ ​willowy​ ​blonde​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​a​ ​curious​ ​expression.​ ​“Sorry,​ ​I​ ​didn’t see​ ​you​ ​there”,​ ​I​ ​apologised.​ ​“Would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​any​ ​help​ ​with​ ​anything​ ​today?”.​ ​She​ ​gazed​ ​up​ ​at me​ ​with​ ​intent​ ​eyes.​ ​“I​ ​would​ ​actually.​ ​You​ ​see,​ ​my​ ​boyfriend’s​ ​gone​ ​to​ ​Rome​ ​for​ ​a​ ​few​ ​weeks now​ ​and​ ​he’s​ ​returning​ ​tomorrow,​ ​and​ ​well,​ ​I’d​ ​like​ ​to​ ​surprise​ ​him.​ ​I​ ​know​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​anal play​ ​and​ ​I’d​ ​love​ ​to​ ​get​ ​him​ ​something​ ​that​ ​will​ ​stimulate​ ​his​ ​prostate…”​ ​she​ ​trailed​ ​off.

She​ ​seemed​ ​embarrassed​ ​to​ ​even​ ​say​ ​such​ ​a​ ​thing,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​assured​ ​her​ ​“There’s​ ​no​ ​judgement here,​ ​come​ ​with​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I’ll​ ​show​ ​you​ ​what​ ​we’ve​ ​got.”​ ​I​ ​guided​ ​her​ ​to​ ​our​ ​shelves​ ​of​ ​anal​ sex ​toys and​ ​asked​ ​her​ ​“Is​ ​your​ ​boyfriend​ ​experienced​ ​with​ ​anal​ ​play?”

She​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head.​ ​“I​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​had​ ​an​ ​ex-girlfriend​ ​who​ ​loved​ ​anal​ ​play,​ ​but​ ​whether​ ​he’s gone​ ​there,​ ​I​ ​couldn’t​ ​tell​ ​you”.​ ​I​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​said,​ ​“If​ ​he’s​ ​inexperienced,​ ​he’ll​ ​want​ ​to​ ​start​ ​off with​ ​something​ ​small.​ ​Often​ ​times,​ ​people​ ​misjudge​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​objects​ ​they​ ​can​ ​take;​ ​and what’s​ ​the​ ​point​ ​in​ ​him​ ​having​ ​a​ sex ​toy​ ​if​ ​he​ ​can’t​ ​even​ ​insert​ ​it?”

She​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​set​ ​of​ ​anal​ ​plugs,​ ​a​ ​set​ ​of​ ​three​ ​starting​ ​from​ ​very​ ​small,​ ​to​ ​medium​ ​to​ ​a​ ​larger size.​ ​“What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think​ ​of​ ​this?”​ ​she​ ​asked.​ ​“It’s​ ​good”,​ ​I​ ​said.​ ​“​ ​However,​ ​wouldn’t​ ​you​ ​rather something​ ​vibrating​ ​so​ ​that​ ​it​ ​can​ ​hit​ ​his​ ​prostate​ ​just​ ​right?”

She​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​me​ ​thoughtfully​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“What’s​ ​the​ ​deal​ ​with​ ​guys​ ​and​ ​their​ ​prostates​ ​anyway?” I​ ​inhaled​ ​and​ ​pondered​ ​where​ ​to​ ​begin​ ​and​ ​how​ ​to​ ​explain​ ​the​ ​prostate.​ ​“I​ ​suppose​ ​the​ ​easiest way​ ​to​ ​explain​ ​it,​ ​is​ ​it’s​ ​the​ ​male​ ​equivalent​ ​of​ ​the​ ​female​ ​g-spot.​ ​It’s​ ​about​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​a​ ​walnut and​ ​feels​ ​rougher​ ​and​ ​firmer​ ​than​ ​the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​the​ ​anal​ ​cavity.”

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Diagram: The Location Of The Prostate Gland

“But​ ​why​ ​would​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​explore​ ​your​ ​prostate​ ​if​ ​your​ ​penis​ ​does​ ​a​ ​good​ ​enough​ ​job orgasming?”​,​ ​she​ ​asked.​ ​“Because,​ ​girl,​ ​the​ ​penis​ ​is​ ​limiting.​ ​Why​ ​have​ ​one​ ​type​ ​of​ ​orgasm​ ​for the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​your​ ​life,​ ​enduring​ ​the​ ​same​ ​feeling​ ​over​ ​and​ ​over​ ​when​ ​you​ ​can​ ​expand​ ​your capacity​ ​for​ ​pleasure?​ ​Women​ ​are​ ​killing​ ​the​ ​orgasm​ ​game,​ ​by​ ​the​ ​way.​ ​I’ve​ ​heard​ ​you​ ​can have​ ​three​ ​types​ ​of​ ​orgasms”.​ ​She​ ​laughed​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“I​ ​think​ ​it’s​ ​more​ ​like​ ​11.”

​I​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​in​ ​disbelief​ ​and​ ​shook​ ​my​ ​head,​ ​not​ ​yet​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​deal​ ​with​ ​the​ ​injustice​ ​that​ ​had just​ ​been​ ​revealed​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​“Just​ ​to​ ​let​ ​you​ ​know​ ​how​ ​it​ ​feels,​ ​it’s​ ​basically​ ​like​ ​a​ ​new​ ​type​ ​of pressure.​ ​Like​ ​that​ ​post​ ​orgasmic​ ​feeling,​ ​but​ ​deep​ ​in​ ​your​ ​pelvis.​ ​And​ ​once​ ​the​ ​orgasm​ ​does hit,​ ​it​ ​feels​ ​like​ ​a​ ​stream​ ​of​ ​cum​ ​and​ ​a​ ​continuous​ ​orgasm​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​a​ ​pulsing​ ​one.​ ​You​ ​could probably​ ​give​ ​your​ ​boyfriend​ ​head​ ​while​ ​this​ ​happens​ ​and​ ​he​ ​would​ ​love​ ​it.”

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“I​ ​want​ ​one​ ​for​ ​myself​ ​now.”​ ​she​ ​muttered.​ ​We​ ​laughed​ ​and​ ​that’s​ ​when​ ​we​ ​spotted​ ​Sir Richard’s​ ​Prostate​ ​Massager.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​smooth,​ ​decadent​ ​black​ ​box​ ​spurring​ ​intrigue​ ​and mystery​ ​for​ ​both​ ​of​ ​us.​ ​We​ ​simultaneously​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​the​ ​packaging​ ​and​ ​knew​ ​then​ ​that​ ​we had​ ​to​ ​discover​ ​the​ ​contents​ ​of​ ​the​ ​box.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​better​ ​than​ ​we​ ​could’ve​ ​imagined;​ ​the​ sex ​toy contained​ ​two​ ​motors.​ ​One​ ​on​ ​the​ ​base​ ​meaning​ ​perineal​ ​stimulation​ ​and​ ​one​ ​at​ ​the​ ​top,​ ​to stimulate​ ​the​ ​prostate.

“The​ ​shape​ ​is​ ​so​ ​sleek​ ​and​ ​smooth,”​ ​she​ ​commented.​ ​I​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“And​ ​the​ ​shape​ ​is perfect​ ​for​ ​stimulation.​ ​Do​ ​you​ ​see​ ​these​ ​two​ ​grooves?​ ​At​ ​the​ ​narrowest​ ​point​ ​of​ ​the​ ​grooves, your​ ​asshole​ ​will​ ​clench,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​how​ ​far​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sex toy​ ​has​ ​gone.​ ​And​ ​it​ ​has​ ​the​ ​added bonus​ ​of​ ​rubbing​ ​against​ ​your​ ​prostate​ ​perfectly.”

“And​ ​so​ ​it’s​ ​just​ ​the​ ​prostate​ ​and​ ​the​ ​perineum​ ​that​ ​provides​ ​pleasure?”​ ​she​ ​asked.

“As​ ​a​ ​gay​ ​man,​ ​I​ ​enjoy​ ​the​ ​sensation​ ​of​ ​feeling​ ​full​ ​from​ ​anal,​ ​if​ ​that​ ​makes​ ​sense.​ ​I’m​ ​not​ ​sure​ ​if this​ ​would​ ​apply​ ​to​ ​your​ ​boyfriend.​ ​But,​ ​the​ ​erogenous​ ​zones​ ​are​ ​generally​ ​the​ ​anus​ ​ring,​ ​the perineum​ ​and​ ​the​ ​prostate.”

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I​ ​showed​ ​her​ ​how​ ​to​ ​turn​ ​on​ ​the​ ​sex toy,​ ​properly​ ​clean​ ​it​ ​and​ ​helped​ ​her​ ​choose​ ​a​ ​water-based​ ​lube to​ ​use​ ​with​ ​the​ ​sex toy.​ ​She​ ​thanked​ ​me​ ​profusely​ ​and​ ​promised​ ​to​ ​return​ ​on​ ​her​ ​next​ ​sexual adventure,​ ​seeking​ ​new​ ​ways​ ​to​ ​push​ ​boundaries​ ​and​ ​diversify​ ​pleasure.​ ​As​ ​she​ ​left​ ​the​ ​store, sex toy​ ​in​ ​tow​ ​and​ ​a​ ​wide​ ​smile​ ​on​ ​her​ ​face,​ ​I​ ​couldn’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​feel​ ​envious​ ​of​ ​her​ ​boyfriend​ ​and​ ​the world​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​he​ ​was​ ​about​ ​to​ ​find​ ​himself​ ​in.

Author: Andre is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle CentresSave


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