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I had this problem with a cyberskin dildo and a silicone vibrator that were next to each other in a bedside drawer. I became really paranoid that it was because I hadn’t cleaned them properly and that something in the lube had broken them down. Then I started to wonder if maybe I hadn’t been doing a good cleaning job on my other vibrators and dildos. Yikes! As you can imagine I had a good couple of days of soaking and washing. I even went through my lingerie drawer and hand washed everything in the Perky Panties Lingerie Wash . . . okay, maybe that was just because I was in a dry spell and was hoping the pheromones would help me get lucky!

End result, after my cleaning fetish subsided, I started to think more about how I stored my toys. For a while after cleaning, I put them back in their original packages and tucked them away. But that took up a LOT of space and it was a little bit of a mood killer when I brought them out to play. Someone really needs to tell these sex toy companies that the cheesy stuff they put on the packaging might be great for a novelty gift at a Bachelorette party but it’s a little silly for us hardcore sex toy lovers. I have since switched to the Sugar Sak Anti-bacterial Toy Bag. I have a whole collection of them to keep my toys separate, they don’t take up any more room than the toys themselves, I like idea of the invisible antibacterial shield, and they come in a very girly pink that I don’t have any reason to be embarrassed about when I pull them out of the drawer.

Stu walked across the wooden floor, looked down at the tiny wooden stool dead center of the empty attic room, then smiled to Miss Janine at his side.

“That’s low,” was all he could say.

“It’ll be just fine,” the lanky blond woman smiled, placed her hand on Stu’s shoulder and bad him further into the room. With deft hand movements, Miss Janine produced what looked like an 8-inch dildo from her side, came to the stool and stuck the thing-fat head pointed straight up-onto the oval ‘seat’.

“Some are made with suction cup bottoms for this very purpose,” the lady explained as she stood once again to Stu’s six foot height and smiled.

“You’re ready for this?” she asked.

“Yes maam,” Stu said, hi eyes slightly downcast to the stool under him.

He couldn’t have been more _ready_ actually.

Stu had dreamed most of his teenage years of having something put up his ass, had convinced some girlfriends to play with him ‘back there’, had even purchased a few dongs himself to try and accommodate his deep desire. But now, at twenty two, he had come to the one place, under the care of this local mistress who provided just this specific service, for his fantasy to be fulfilled by a woman who would know precisely how to do so.

“Time for you to get undressed,” the lady purred and Stu stood back to do so, hoping that Miss Janine wouldn’t watch him as much as he hoped she would.

“I’m a little nervous,” Stu said as he got out from under his shirt and flipped his shoes off.

“That’s understandable Stu,” the mistress of the house said as she stood to his side and waited.

“But you are safe,” she added, looking over her shoulder at the young man who was now peeling his jeans down his thick hairy legs. “No harm will come to you here.”

“God, I’m a little…” Stu said, stopped to stand up straight, stripped to just his underwear and socks.

“This is a deep fantasy of yours Stu,” Miss Jane said, coming up to him. “It makes sense you’re a bit over stimulated.”

Again she placed a pretty manicured-nailed hand on his right bicep and squeezed ever so slightly. She looked at him with her deep blue eyes and kept her words steady, her breathing soft and easy. Stu could sense the lithe body of the woman next to him, could just about determine and imagine how Miss Janine looked under the thin knee- length robe she wore. He could smell her light berry-scented perfume, feel the heat coming off the older woman, whether from being expert at this job or actually aroused to some point with what was about to happen.

What had been missing in Stue’s sexual fantasy up until now was ‘intent’. The women he had played with, the women who had maybe inserted a finger into his ass or even entertained the idea when he told them how he wanted a big brutal ass-fucking had never been one with him in the execution or the idea. Miss Janine was with him, close in proximity as well _intent_, and even though Stu was paying the lady to be so, he felt warmth in the tight circle of understanding passing between them.

“It’s time Stu,” the lady said softly.

She stood off him and Stu bent to peel his briefs down his legs (he flipped his socks off too, silly as he thought it would look standing there naked with only his socks on!)

He took a step to the stool as Miss Janine looked down at his semi-erect penis then lifted her head to smile in what he hoped, was pleasure.

The mistress bent to the stool and bade Stu join her. Again, from some dimension Stu could not see, the lady produced a spongy package of clear liquid-lube, Stu realized-and poked it open to drop fat drops down the length of the dildo before them. As odd as it was to be squatting here next to the woman, completely naked trying desperately not to look under the open folds of Miss Janine’s robe, Stu stayed in place as the pretty dominatrix coaxed ample lubrication down the toy.

“Turn, on all fours for me Stu” the lady said after a full minute of working a thick sheen coat of cool lube down the shaft of the wiggling dildo.

Stu turned to get into position as he heard the “snap appa” of a rubber glove. As he waited for what seemed only seconds, he sensed Miss Janine moving behind him and then suddenly he felt the lady sneak a finger between his cheeks.

“Breathe deeply Stu, breathe deeply,” the lady said as Stu rocked on his palms and knees and the lady plied his anus with the cool lubricant.

Thirty seconds into the lady’s attentions, Stu began to open his ass for Miss Janine’s second finger, felt his erection popping and his balls stiffing for what he knew would be a very explosive orgasm. But then the lady retreated her finger and with her other hand helped to turn Stu to her.

“Now, let’s get you on that dildo,” she said, sitting back her modest two-inch heels.

“Remember you are safe here Stu,” Miss Janine said, angling Stu into a low squat. He felt the cool head of the dildo just between his cheeks as the lady before him helped to sit ever more slowly. As he sighed to take the initial entrance Stu spied Miss Janine’s upper milky thighs then as her robe fell wide open.

“I’ll let you see more in a moment,” the lady said, holding each of Stu’s arms as he squat lower, lower, deeper, back and onto the huge dildo.

Stu sat sighed and began to cry as he sat deep on the thing’s wide wet head, looked into Miss Janine’s eyes and felt the world finally open to him with infinite possibility.

If you or your partner enjoy or fantasize about bringing another person into your bedroom, consider getting a realistic dildo.  Realistic cocks mimic the feel of skin while offering a similar sensation to a real dick.  They are built to be soft yet firm, and just flexible enough to allow for movement.  Some realistic dildos, such as the Ultra Realistic Cock, even recreate the veins and folds of a real hard cock.

Imagine his pleasure at watching you put another cock in your mouth while he’s fucking you from behind.  Silicone dildos just don’t give the same sense of oral stimulation.  For many, the colors of plastic dildos are a turn-off.  Meant to be charming and funny, bright colors and rabbits may be too comical for some to take seriously.  Realistic cocks come in many skin-toned colors, taking the pretty -in-pink out of the scenario.

Realistic cocks can also be good stand-ins when your sex partner is away and you really want the feel of him, not rubber.  Find a cock that looks just like your man, and you’ll never be lonely when he’s gone!   

Almost every porno featuring women includes scenes with a woman standing over a huge dildo fucking herself with it with a look of naughty pleasure on her face.  Want to show your partner just how playful you can be in the boudoir?  Steal a scene from a great porno and try out a suction-cup dildo.

Suction-cup dildos are basically just dildos with built-in suction cups on the bottom, like Carmen’s Candy Funcock.  They can be used like regular dildos, but the suction-cup feature adds tons of fun to the game.  To use the suction-cup, simply wet it (using your tongue will delight your partner), and apply to a surface such as a hard floor.  If you do not have a hard floor accessible, a cutting board or baking sheet from the kitchen can be a good alternative.  For fun on your back, the side of a wooden dresser will allow good suction-cup holding, and offers the benefit of a good place to put your feet for leverage.   

Once the dildo is properly secured, encourage your partner to get you good and wet, using any pleasurable means.  Then, position yourself standing over the dildo and carefully lower yourself over it.  Watch your partner’s face for excited pleasure while you bounce up and down, fucking that stabilized cock.  Hers eyes will light up as she realizes just how much fun you can be!

For men and women alike, sexual prowess is often an important part of self-image.  Many people who are slow to cum may notice annoyance and a feeling of loss in their partners, as the partner may feel that he is not big enough, interesting enough, or doing a good enough job of pleasuring the slow-cummer.  All this can lead to tension and a breakdown of the sexual relationship. 

Dildos can often be used to help a slow-cummer along.  Self-exploration and masturbation using a dildo may help a person figure out just where the elusive G-spot is hiding, as well as just what she likes.  Unfortunately, many sex partners may feel threatened by bringing a dildo into the love bed, as they may feel intimated having another dick get their partner off.

Open communication is key to convincing your man that the dildo is a helpful solution to an insidious problem.  Start by creating a comfortable, relaxing, and inviting environment.  Turn the lights down low and light some candles.  Lock the door.  If a feeling of security is difficult to achieve, turn on some music at a pleasing volume, or use a fan or white-noise machine to drown out any outside noises.

Try putting him in charge of the dildo and your pleasure.  Lie down on the bed (or floor, couch, hood of the car), and whisper in his ear that you are all his.  Encourage him to think of the dildo as purely an extension of himself.  Talk dirty to get his mind reeling.  Let him play with your body freely while you lie back and enjoy being pleasured.  With an environment that encourages relaxation and you as his very own plaything, it won’t be long before he regularly asks “Where’s your toy?”

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For many women, reaching climax can be very difficult.  Some women go their entire lives without ever really cumming.  The female G-spot is an elusive creature that often must be carefully tracked in order to be trapped in its native habitat. 

Many people may be surprised to learn that the G-spot is often easiest reached through the anus.  While the use of a finger is a good start, a dildo is often more effective for anal stimulation.  Of course, a good dildo can be used either in front or in the rear.  Many women enjoy dual stimulation, so the double dildo, like the Lucky Lady Dual Stimulator, may be a good investment.

To stimulate the anus with a dildo, start with water-based lubricant.  Lubricant application does not have to be business-like and uncomfortable.  Instead, invite your partner to play and relax and enjoy this moment to investigate each other’s bodies.  Often a little sex lubricant application will lead to more extensive finger play.  When you are ready to move things along, simply insert the dildo into the anus.  If your partner is doing this, communication is key.  Slow and steady insertion and pumping should stimulate the G-spot in no time.  Don’t be afraid of long dildos, like the 10-inch Tantus G-Force Wand.  The extra length can act like a handle, allowing you to ride your partner while still enjoying anal stimulation.       

Not everyone may be aware that safer sex rules apply all the time, not only for vaginal or anal sex. So whether you are having dildo sex with your one true love, sharing your favorite toys with a few friends, or pleasuring yourself with wild abandon, make sure you keep your dildos clean.

The best way to minimize the transmission of STDs via a dildo is to use a condom on it just as you would on a cock. Remember to use a new condom before moving on to the next orifice (pussy to ass, ass to pussy, and especially from one person to another). If you are using a double dongs for lesbian sex, place a condom on each end and avoid direct pussy-to-pussy contact as not to exchange bodily fluids. Use water-based lubes, which are condom-safe.

Keep your dildos clean by washing them after every use. A little warm, soapy water will do the trick. Antibacterial soap is ideal. You can even put your silicone or glass toys in the dishwasher (Just be sure a less intimate friend doesn’t decide to be helpful in the kitchen only to get a big surprise.)! You can also boil silicone and glass for up to three minutes or wash with a bleach solution.

Follow these simple guidelines of cleanliness, and your dildo sex will be safe and healthy sex!

Is bigger really better for a lot of women? I recently bought the Real Feel Beginner’s dildo and I am loving it. I guess I am pretty tight, so I have had a bit of trouble with guys with big cocks. A nice 3 and a half inch dildo is exactly right for me. I am still relatively new to the world of sex toys, so who knows? Maybe I’ll upgrade to a 5 incher before too long.

Not enjoying a large dick has made me a bit of a Nervous Nellie about doing it the first time with a guy. It’s great when we’re a “good fit.” But I have an enthusiastic love for masturbation regardless, and it doesn’t take a giant dildo to do the trick for me. I spend some time goin’ at it, so I am pretty well versed in how to angle for my G-spot with my hard little purple vibe or my short and stout flesh tone dong.

I don’t mind posting here, but I am still a little too shy about asking any women I know to share their dildo secrets. One day, I’d like to know the truth about what other women like.

I was talking with an artist friend of mine two nights ago. The conversation turned to her ex-boyfriend who had hooked up with a man. I could, of course, understand her fury about his dishonesty and surprise that his cheating heart fell for a dude, but then she went on ranting about how she would never use a dildo on him. “I don’t go there,” she kept saying. I didn’t understand that part of her freak out. Dildos are great fun, woman to man, or in any other combination, I say.

She sounded worried that using a dildo meant that she would prefer to have a penis, and that it would be an insult to nature. Whenever I strap on a dildo, it is about enjoying the moment with a great toy. It makes me feel playful and sexy. I love feeling like a harness and a big dildo are part of my body for the moment, and I am still glad to be all woman when I’m through.

The best thing about the feeling of it for me is that combination of the masculine thrust for my partner and the base pressing against my clit in a sweet, steady rhythm. Usually, a good old-fashioned female orgasm is not too far away. Anyway, I hope my friend will forget that last guy soon. Even better, maybe once her upset is gone, she’ll revisit the joy of a good dildo for its own sake.

        “SHALP-APAP” the sex toy slapper said as it bounced off Tammy’s right palm.

                “Fuck that hurts,” she said and again “SHALP-APAP” she struck her palm with the leather ends as the sting ran up her arm and connected directly to her nipples.

                “The fucking sound; good fucking Christ!” Barb said, her almond eyes drilled on her best friend sitting across from her.

                “That’s the loudest one yet,” she added watching Tammy lift and play with the handle and two straps. Though there was a paddle, two crops and a flogger between the two women, Barb and Tammy had come to the edge of their chairs then, both acutely aware of the instrument in Tammy’s hand.

                “Is that what he wants, you think?” Barb asked, trying like all hell to look her friend in the eye. Tammy dipped the slapper then flicked it up real quick, it flumped the air with an almost muted cutting sound: “SHAUMP PA”.

                “Jesus, this sex toy is mean,” Tammy said, but she was wearing a deep crooked smile across her tan face and her big green eyes were wide.

                “He said he wanted you to really beat his ass,” Barb reminded her friend. “I mean Billy said that, right?”

                “Yeah, he said he had always fantasized about a woman really doing that to him,” Tammy said, not taking her eyes off the serpent-like instrument she played through the air. “He said no woman has ever had the guts to really beat his butt hard.”

                “I couldn’t do it,” Barb said.

                “I’m not sure I can, either…” and here Tammy sliced the air again as the two pieces of leather, connected at the handle, slapped into each other with a tight “SH SHNAP”.

                “God that sounds wild,” Barb exclaimed, both women bounced their perky butts and the salesgirl with the two eye-lid piercing and the stud under her lip came into the backroom.

                “Once a customer sees this sex toy they hardly ever go for anything else,” the pretty girl said as both women looked up embarrassed.

                “He’s getting out of the shower now,” Tammy said.

                “Does he have any idea?” Barb asked as low as she could. Her last table had just ordered dessert and it was pretty quiet in the café, but still she wasn’t supposed to be taking on her cell during a shift.

                “No, beyond that I’m sleeping over on a weeknight, nah he doesn’t suspect,” Tammy said as she heard Billy whistling to himself, obviously almost done drying now.

                “Girl you so got to tell me…”

                “Gotta go!” Tammy suddenly said and hung up.

                “What’s up?” Billy said emerging from the steam filled bathroom behind him. “Everything ok?”

                “Yeah just Barb.”

                “You got off kinda quick,” he said, smiling.

Taking six steps he managed to the bed and lie down next to Tammy, all without losing the towel around his tight waist. Up on his side and one arm, the red haired guy stared hard at his girlfriend, letting the warmth of his shower, the warmth of his pretty petite girlfriend in bed and the warmth of hopeful sexual potential envelope them.

Shit, Tammy was sleeping over on a weeknight, that had to mean he was getting some, Billy thought.

                “Well I kinda have a surprise for you and she…”

                “A surprise?” the lanky man asked, leaning into his girlfriend then. He kissed Tammy’s mouth twice, then retreating, he said: “That sounds too good to be true.”

                “It just might be,” Tammy said, scooted up and added: “Turn over for a sec.”

                Billy lay right down again, turning so he was fully flat onto his warm bed sheets. He certainly loved when Tammy got like this, obviously a little more sexually aggressive then she usually was, still he realized his busty girlfriend had probably just bought a new massage oil she wanted to try on him…this was Tammy’s usual soft way of getting them both in the mood (not that Billy needed any inducement). Still, he wished just for once that Tammy would maybe introduce something a little kinkier into the bedroom like a sex toy, maybe fulfill those thoughts he had of a slightly dom girl taking him to task. Billy really had no complaints over the past six months but maybe just this once Tammy might…

                “SHALP PAP” the slapper said to the towel across Billy’s little ass.

                “Jesus,” he said, turning to face his girlfriend.

He was shocked to see Tammy holding what he knew to be a ‘slapper’ in her hand, the oh-so-effective implement of two short strips of leather joined one over the other in a wooden handle.

                “Take off the towel,” Tammy said and Billy gulped.

                “SHA PA PA.”

                “SHA PA PAT.”

                “Urm, ah.”

                “SHA PA APPA.”

                “Ah ee, Tammy, Tammeee.”

Barb sat at the service bar, the bell-boy Douglas not a foot from her wrangling glasses, while she listened to Tammy swat Billy for all he-or her-was worth. The last thing Barb had heard before the slaps started was Billy assuring her (through Tammy) that since Tammy and Barb had bought the slapper together the least he and Tammy could do was let Barb share in the sounds of the fun.