Eating eggs, no problem…I love it! But the new experience with ‘the sex egg’ between my legs…was another story. Instead of giving me sexual arousal it felt itchy and very weird. Fuck the egg, so I bought a new toy! The butterfly! And I can tell you this,….that was more than fun! I had a facy date and gave him the remote control, well,…I NEVER had a dinner like that. There were some moments that I wanted to place my teeth in the tablecloth, but I had to behave myself. And as the waiter was pouring my wine, he got shocked as well because of my weird reaction at the dinnertable. We had a blast! The dessert was the most rewarding!!!! Tell me about you funny toys…., I would love to know what experiences you had and who knows you can winn your own Butterfly toy here on the Pink Rebel Blog!
TRANSLATION IN DUTCH
Eieren eten? Geen enkel probleem! Sterker nog, ik ben gek op eieren. Maar een ‘sex-ei’ tussen mijn benen is een heel ander verhaal. In plaats dat het ‘ei’ mij in seksuele hogere sferen bracht, vond ik het irritant en raar aanvoelen. ‘Fuck the egg’, dus ik kocht een nieuw speeltje! ‘The butterfly’! En ik kan je zeggen,…dat was meer dan de moeite waard. Ik had een speciale date en gaf hem de afstandsbediening,tja,…ik heb nog NOOIT zo een diner meegemaakt! Met momenten wilde ik mijn tanden in het tafelkleed zetten of schrok de ober van mijn reactie bij het inschenken van de wijn! Het dessert was dus ook het meest dankbaar, jummie!!!! Vertel jouw ervaringen met leuke speeltjes en wie weet win jij een eigen Butterfly op deze Pink Rebel Blog!
Well…. i can tell you that one of our mutual friends from the past.. ( i will not say her name) bought a love eggs (double iron eggs ) and went with them inside her to the supermarket. it was funny to hear them clap against each other when she walked. no one understood where the clapping came from , she didn’t know that would happen and she couldn’t take them out. i can only say that the way home was very long….:-))
No this is a great story, funny! Thanks for sharing!
The Big OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Toys, love ‘em or hate ‘em? Me? Not an avid user.. What can I say? I like the interactivity of a real, live man 😉
That being said, I’ve dabbled. And immediately found THE ONE. The big O. The one that makes you go weak at the knees and all hot and bothered. Yup, THE ONE. I bought it more as a joke really. My friend and I were pretty fed up with the boyfriends’ behaviour, neglecting us in favour of Champions League and beers in front of the telly.
So we did what any self-respecting girl would do and headed off to Soho – for those of you unacquainted with the pleasures of London life, this is the city’s centre of sex and debauchery, tourist style – and bought ourselves two Rampant Rabbits.
“See what you’ve made us do??” we cried upon coming home and promptly locked ourselves in the bedroom. The effect was two-fold: I have never received quite so much tearful attention from a very repentant boyfriend who was devastated about being replaced by a battery-operated piece of plastic. And I’ve never quite had an orgasm like it since. Earth-shattering, knee-trembling and non-stop. I literally passed out. Just for a second or two mind, but still. Like I said, THE ONE.
So why did I leave it behind? I was worried about it melting. Really. The battery pack (and yes, back in the 90’s this was an external matter, not something that was neatly integrated into the shaft) got so f*ing hot that I was worried about setting fire to the bedroom. And not in the positive sense either.
Aside from which, there is nothing sexy or elegant about being seen with a power cord and battery pack dangling from your miaow. And there is nothing sexy about tearful boyfriends. So I gave it up. I got another one a few years ago, but it pales in comparison. I should get back to London. Actually, I will. You watch me. I hear they’ve integrated the battery pack these days. Nothing can stop me now!
But here’s the point: live a little, venture out on a limb, seek out that perfect O, the one that you’ll never forget ever again. And when you’ve found it, don’t let go. Boyfriends come and go, but trusty battery operated companions that make you feel like you’re about to set the room on fire can be hard to find.
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What a funny story, tell me more 🙂
Goh, ja…kan je Pabo niet vragen als sponsor dan kan je allerlei vlinders, eitjes testen en erover schrijven… Ik zeg doen!!!!
I know these stupid eggs…I agree Rebel, let the butterfly run free!
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