Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
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Whilst home alone of an afternoon, I like to create increasingly more contrived methods of automating masturbation.
Mainly because I'm a lazy bastard tbh.
Anyways, after various experiments with powertools and anything I can find about the house, Mrs SLVA and I were doing some serious redecorating so we hired one of those paint-shaking machines. The sort where you clamp a paint-tin in it and switch it on and it oscillates vigourously, and saves you having to stir it manually. A bit like this,
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjILdcKel3E&feature=related
Anyway, wife goes out and I go searching the house for parts to make a machine-penis interface. I fabricated something with a few layers of felt, rubber bands and gaffa-tape.
I started the machine, it was perfect. So I laid on the table next to it, got into position and set it going at about 60%.
Well that didn't take long, maybe 8 seconds. I'd struck gold in wanking efficiency.
Within maybe just over a minute, I'd cum 7 times and things were getting sticky. So I reached for controls, but in my ecstacy the machine had shuddered out of reach.
This was worrying as I scrabbled around looking for something to cut the power with, pull the plug out, anything. It didn't make it easy the fact that I cum two more times.
I was getting light-headed and was beginning to get distressed, though this was regularly punctuated with climaxes which were producing less and less fluid.
After maybe ten mins, I lost count at about 23 or 24. I lost track of time, but when Mrs SLVA finally came in and rescued me I calculated that I'd been hooked up to it for best part of an hour and had probably orgasmed maybe 40 times. I looked like someone had varnished my belly.
The muscles behind the penis-root ached like hell. I now have groin muscles like Geoff Capes' biceps and when I shoot my load now I can crack mugs on the other side of the room.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 14:31, 11 replies)
...if this is a flagrant lie, it made me laugh like a loon.
* click *
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 14:33, closed)
except for your tired, over-used, self important statements in the third person, which some users lap up like the sweetcorn from under your foreskin after you have buggered them senseless.
You are a meme, a username without a personality.
Thank you.
(, Fri 23 Oct 2009, 11:55, closed)
"....let's test the cliché. Suppose... I were to offer you one million dollars for one night with your paint-can-mixing-wank-machine."
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 14:38, closed)
If you stick your mickey in between their fists and push the buttons it works a treat too.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 14:51, closed)
just taken your cock out of it? I call bullshit.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 17:38, closed)
separating them is best done gingerly.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 21:04, closed)
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