I'll be honest.....
... as this question fails to involve driving tests, shit, shagging, being accidentally arrested, icecream vans or a gory and stomach-churning story... I'll not be making such an effort.

I am an engineer, heading up a group of lesser -engineers, designing stuff for a big company that makes big stuff. (Wow... my abilities to describe things with such vivid pictorial accuracy surprises me on monday mornings)

Despite spending most of my days clicking away behind a large screen, and drooling over nicely machined lumps of 7005 Aluminium, I have other hobbies in life. Some involve geekyness, many involve Adrenaline/Endorphines, and many involve sex.

Much like the Elves in the story of the cobbler , After working hours I scurry into our workshop - *end elf analogy* - select bars of scrap steel and aluminium, and set about crafting them into pleasing shapes. There is a magic period during the machining process where the shapes transform from *possibly something work-related* to undeniably *Sex-Toy*. I then spend up to 4 hours per toy meticulously polishing them into a beautiful shine.

These toys are either tailor made for friends (solid buttplugs need to be made to measure) or left in my collection.

www.pichotel.com/pic/5760vcBwB/104931.jpg

This is the tip of the iceberg. So far I have made around 20 toys... and 8 I still poses... Others have been given away, or kept by lasses that loved them.

Apologies for length... Just ask, and I'll make them shorter ;o)

P.S... unlike the cobbler's elves, I don't leave them neatly laid out on the workshop bench for people to happily discover!
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Mon 15 Jan 2007, 9:11, Reply)