Wand

The first in what I hope will be a series of posts on my experience with sex toys for straight men. (And not anal toys.)

How T and I spent a morning, including cats, a magic wand, some sucking and fucking, and just a little humor.

Luna is difficult. She’s spoiled. She’s entitled. She’s an attention whore. Not infrequently, she e-mails me, “Give me attention!” I don’t think she’s jealous, exactly. But she wants to be my first call, wants to know that, if, for example,…

T: (moans) I wish the wand didn’t sound so much like a lawnmower. (moans) N: Um, which have you heard more of, since we got the wand? T: Good point. (moans) Put a finger in me? N: Ok. T: (comes)

Thanks, Maxie. It’s been too long….

In that way we sometimes do, we sometimes have to, just given the realities of life, we had prenegotiated what our sex would look like that night. “I want you to go down on me when we get home,” T…