After receiving a small sum of money, Violet decided to purchase four unique, individual glass toys made from annealed borosilicate glass from Crystal Delights (not sponsored, although she is alleged to have expressed interest in becoming a product quality tester). Her resume consists of being deeply into the diligent documentation of the often elusive anal-facilitated orgasm and has already tried out each of her new glass acquisitions one by one to assure herself of the quality, butt-feel, and F.U.N. level – F.U.N. being an acronym for ‘Fucked-Up Naughtiness.’
The following relays the events consisting of these highly professional reviews in Violet’s own words, although she would pay good money to know what the toys were thinking. Now for their stories…
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Trans pride sparkle plug with pink crystal base
Bulb size: small, but definitely not too small
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Housed in a thick glass casing, a beautiful array of pink and translucent crystals caught the light interspersed with luminescent sky-blue shards. When my shipment came in, the packaging gently reminded me that those blue shards glow in the dark.
For days, I just adored my collection as they sat propped up in front of the south-facing window, running my fingers to scrape against their silken smoothness. There was no doubt in my mind that they would glide in like butter, but the trans pride one, with its smaller size, begged to be used first. The pink crystal situated to its rounded base glistened in a ‘fuck me’ sort of way, and like Alice drank the tincture labeled, ‘Drink Me’ and ate the cake labeled, ‘Eat Me’ I obeyed the message to the letter. Sparkly objects attract me and this was the sparkliest one of them all.
The others, a bunny tail plug, bulbed dildo, and what I’ll just call ‘the big one’, would have to wait.
A few nights later, I layered some coconut oil up my ass and over my little plug. I played around with the lighting, and found that it needs to be really dark to get the glow, and the thought of it glowing inside my rectum and lighting up that dark passage made me blush. It had been a while since I’d done any anal play, so I took my time fingering my pucker and teasing it with the glass bulb. Being glass and frictionless, it slid in with minimal discomfort. The round princess handle also fit perfectly between my cheeks, smooth and sparkly.
I didn’t expect to do more than a short test drive. Just enough to get aquatinted and maybe some mild edging to carry over into my next opportunity to fuck or masturbate. Go big or go edge — that’s my motto when it comes to cumming hard and cumming good.
Even though this plug is small, it’s no joke. The glass is unwielding in its hardness, so every small adjustment with the stem drove the bulb further into the backside of my cunt which drove me further from scientific professionalism to dripping mess on the towel.
Wanton instinct took over in a crashing wave of impulsivity. Logic lost to lust as I found myself sending impromptu pictures of the pink jewel peeking out from my pale buttcheeks to a multitude of contacts on my phone. Pictures turned to short videos of circling my engorged folds while the plug twitched and bobbed as my asshole sucked the stem in as deep as it would go.
I couldn’t help but take some pictures and send a number of people a clip of me frigging myself. Pretty much, the more turned on I got, the less I used my brain and the more I acted on the whim of where my blood flow was actually going, which seemed to include more than a little exhibitionism and more than a little sending out semi-solicited fantasies in horny trains of thought.
Like a siren slut-song, an answer came. No, that’s not entirely accurate. I begged a friend to watch me livestream myself. Can’t recall if I also called him a wanker and a bastard in the process. I tried to deep throat my bright red dildo which is a softer silicone than my usual choice of masturbatory aide, and after choking on that a few times, I was surprised to find that it slid straight between my eager pussy lips and worked in tandem with the plug to (together with some nasty commentary and heavy breathing from the other end) bring me to orgasm again and again. Violent orgasm. Shaking orgasm. Knocking over objects with my feet orgasm.
I was floating on cloud nine — that’s nine orgasms. I lost count. Spit and arousal got slapped over my face with my cock-substitute before diving back in again. The plug ever-present.
Then I remembered that my partner was upstairs. And then I remembered I was supposed to have been making dinner.
“Leave the plug in.”
So it was said, so I obeyed if for nothing other than the big grin on my face, knowing that that little devil was still glowing, nestled between the pungent walls of my asshole.
Shame no one thought to take any screenshots.
