It happens: Sometimes… we like our toys better than boys.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, I am totally not talking about cooking stuff, I am really talking about vibrators. Sooo subtle, me. I’ve actually never used one. Just not much of a prop guy when it comes to alone time, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve heard good things! It’s just never been a thing I pursued, personally, despite being an essentially playful kind of a gal.
But my pals and I have this old friendoh who I have not seen in awhile, the lovely miss J-Mys, who had one of the best toy stories ever.
Okay, so once, during intercourse —by which I mean Doing It, to be clear— with her boyfriend at the time, Señor R, J-Mys was in the traditional receiving position and Señor R put his hand under the pillow to draw her closer, why we can only speculate but I have always assumed for smooches, and he not only inadvertently grabbed her vibrator from where she had hastily stashed it beneath the pillow the night before, but accidentally turned it on. Yeah. I love that story.
I need to call her, it’s been an awfully long time and life is too short to let the good of bygone things fall away without a fight, isn’t it… Anyway, that’s my sex toy story about J-Mys and Señor R. Hope that brightened your day!
I’m having kind of a shit week and it’s only Tuesday, so brighten my day right back with some Sexytimes Mishap anecdotes of your own, if you got ’em!
The Thought Experiment 