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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Black Magnetic Sparkle Bunny Tail Plug
Bulb size: same as the trans pride plug but magnetic
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I lost my bunny ears, but that didn’t make me feel any less like a playboy fucktoy with the sleek glass filled with midnight black crystals and a very fluffy detachable tail. Cottontail, but faux and for adults. The impetus for trying this one out was pure serendipity. More often than not I need extra motivation and encouragement to get things done, things that are often simple for other people. But I did find one thing more likely to bind me to my obligations like rope trussing my wrists to a rusty typewriter. That twine to coax productivity from my often chaotic core: sex. Or something, anything, that gives me that same dopamine hit as a hundred lashings of hot wet tongues over my needy, hairy slit.
Just as well I happen to own one very well-used Bluetooth-controlled Lush vibrator. The internal bulb isn’t enough to make me cum on its own, but damn if it doesn’t make me pine for that impending orgasm, especially when I give up control. I can’t remember how the conversation started. Possibly the impending deadline I set for myself to do a write-up about fucking myself with leeks and fermented soybeans and needing a little extra push, so I slid the pink bulb of the vibe inside my cunt and sent a control link over to a friend. Let’s call her ‘M’ for Marvelously Slutty and she knew just how to work my folds. The way her fingers caressed that dial from thousands of miles away, from a slow thrum beating against taut velvet walls to cresting waves of intense pleasure then pulling back again, I might as well have been at the mercy of her expert fingers in the flesh.
It turned out getting worked up with M was just what I needed to multitask and start throwing words at the page. Adding another voyeur to the virtual exhibitionism fest only encouraged my bad behavior more and figured it was time to try one of the small plugs with the vibe still in.
I can’t remember what I used as lube, but with mild dying animal noises, it slid in while M continued to pound my cunt into a pulp with the promise that she would let me cum like the greedy fuckslut that I am if only I finished a draft of my porn synopsis like a good little whore while the other voyeur (whose preferred moniker is J for Just-Another-Bastard) who joined in on the group activities made it clear that this was his breakfast and I imagine nibbling on some toast and slow stroking his boner while waiting for the room to get more heated.
Between memorable quotes such as “gucck,” “cnunt,” and “dufcki wnat o cum [sic] can i cu m please,” something resembling the final product emerged while every fiber of my being screamed in tandem with M’s dialing of the vibe to new highs. Every vibration clashed against the glass tail plug and the longer the torture continued, the more I thought I would explode like a cum-filled balloon. Judging from the enthusiastic replies like bated breath scraping the soft side of my neck, I got the feeling that I wasn’t the only one dripping a musky river’s worth down my thighs. The fake fur was already matted in needy arousal by the time I was ready for my reward.
The rest was sort of a blur. I still couldn’t find my bunny ears (assumed deceased), I fastened on my ball gag, then tried to fumble with the still buzzing Lush vibe nestled inside me and wiggle the plug around for maximum intensity. I remember this part only because I filmed it. I also remember this part because I had to clean flecks of spit from my computer after. The table and my hair and cozy blue tweed sweater got progressively more drooly. A puddle the size of a small lake formed from my spit; I could see my reflection in it.
I was so desperate to cum, that I was already shaking by the time I made the edged decision to live stream it. I may have a track record with this. Repeat offender. M was allegedly working online and in a zoom call, but she had managed to squeeze her own buttplug in while the upper half of her body remained professional. J was less about showing and more about sending many appreciative ‘fucks’ and other turns of phrase.
The frenzy had started. I popped the vibe out and smeared all the tart, salty goo all over my face. The gag came out next, mostly so I could scoop up the sizable pond of drool that had formed into the palms of my hands and splash the cold, sticky spit all over my face. I may be a pervert because the absolute depravity of drenching myself with spit and then getting hit with that distinctly sharp spit smell as it flowed up my nostrils and combined with my cunt-scent gave me a bad case of tunnel vision which focused on my red bitch-fucker of a dildo and I just rammed myself until I came again and again and again. I came so hard and so much that I fainted. I literally fucked myself unconscious, hence the hazy memory.
And the plug stayed put the whole time. The tail didn’t even detach from its magnetic hold as I rolled around like a fish on a skewer and gave new meaning to fucking like rabbits.
Then I came to and realized that I had just let the camera roll through that whole thing to two people who, judging from the written comments, had gotten their release too.
