I came, I squirted, it conquered.
I wanted something a little longer, a little bigger, a little more. . .
a little more kinky. . .
a little more hefty. . .
a little more powerful. . .
a little more challenging to ride.
What I got was more than I bargained for.
Yet I wasn’t disappointed. I was relieved that I didn’t go for something larger.
What I got was more than enough to keep me busy trying to master masturbating with it.
I had often wondered what I could take. What are my boundaries? What are my limits? I wanted to put myself to the test — see just how far I’d get.
When Remus arrived, the weight of the box was intimidating — like a leaden brick had been posted. Luckily it was shipped in a non-descript box that doesn’t draw attention to itself announcing to the mailman and the neighbors — WARNING! GIANT DILDO INSIDE! WEAPON’S GRADE! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! ONLY TO BE USED BY EXPERIENCED NYMPHOMANIACS!