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Toothpaste

Don't laugh - I never ever heard about it before and I've read my fair share of erotic stories. Which means that most likely I am not the only one.

A while ago I was "dating" a man here on Lit. It did not last long, partially due to the 12 time zones between us, partially due to a rather stupid thing that I did, but this does not matter much now. While we were together, it was absolutely wonderful.

So here is a story about R. and the toothpaste. (I lost the original conversations, so this is from memory. R. if you are reading this, feel free to correct me)
We were talking in PMs, probably our first or second day, and all of a sudden came the question:
R: Have you ever tried toothpaste?
A: ???
R. Up your ass.
A: No... What exactly is it supposed to do?

At this point either it was too late for me, or for him (12 time zones!), but conversation died for the day. I wanted to look it up, but forgot, so next day we are talking again and he throws in a bait:
R: So, you chickened out of the toothpaste?
A.: I did not! You never answered what it was for!
R.: For your ass, silly. Just take a little bit, put it in, and see what happens. You will like it.

Well, it was an evening, I was a bit bored, and who am I to refuse a challenge, involving my ass? Right? So, still without looking it up, I just went and did it. It can't hurt, right? If I don't like it, I can always wash it out.

At first - nothing. Oh, well. One more thing that does not work, what a big surprise. I dressed back up and went on with finishing whatever I was doing. About a minute later came a very pleasant feeling of heat, then cold, then heat again. In 10 minutes I couldn't really think about anything else. In 15 minutes I grabbed my husband and marched him to the bedroom - my ass desperately needed a cock. And it needed it right then and there, no waiting till regular bed time!! Well, my husband did not have any complains about that.

When we were done I looked at the watch - 30 min since I put the toothpaste in. The heat/cold sensation was gone by that time, but there was still a very pleasant throbbing that combined with the regular after-anal-sex throbbing was just heaven.

Now I am contemplating an idea of what will happen if I put some toothpaste in both of us... Should I tell him beforehand? Or should I just do it?

No matter what happens, R., THANK YOU!


just bought share in colgate, crest, and a few other brands... loved the story btw.
 
Do you think I should copy this story to the feedback sections of these companies? Will it help their sales or hurt them? :devil:

Would make for an interesting review on Amazon, I’m sure.
 
Do you think I should copy this story to the feedback sections of these companies? Will it help their sales or hurt them? :devil:

product diversification and..."crest, you can find in your local store and nearby adult bookstore store..." maybe they can package a free tube with every butt plug sold. just a few thoughts...
 
product diversification and..."crest, you can find in your local store and nearby adult bookstore store..." maybe they can package a free tube with every butt plug sold. just a few thoughts...

Hm... use toothpaste in place of lube for a plug...
(Annie! You need to work! Work!! Get these ideas out of your head!)
 
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For some reason I can't find a picture of a woman doing that, so let it be a guy, doesn't really matter.

Talked yesterday here on Lit about nipple worshiping, which I love to do, more giving than receiving, as I need it much harder on myself, but all that talk inspired me to finally put nipple clamps on my husband. They are the silly little ones, from 50 shades. Don't laugh, it was his present to me, he did not know any better.
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So, they were sitting in the draw with no use for a few years now, but last night...

Put them under the pillow for easy accessp. Then just regular kissing and fooling around. Then got one out and tried to put it on without looking, so that he could not see either. That did not work - male nipples are not exactly the same size, even erect. Got a "What are you doing?" at first, then "Hm... I remember those...Mmmm", and after the first one was on there were just no words left, only the most delicious sounds I ever heard from him.

And talk about direct link to the cock! He was leaking in seconds!

But the most fun for me was when I took the clamps off and tried to rub his nipples. Girls know what happens when one does that, he, in theory, should have known too, but totally forgot. So, I take the clams off and lightly roll his nipples between my fingers. No real pinching, I am not that cruel. He hit the roof! Nearly sent me flying from the bed and I am not exactly a twig.
"Yes, baby, I know exactly what you feel."

I think these clamps just found their second life. If only Amazon could label them correctly as male clamps. But that would require acknowledgment that male nipples can be played with. And that is way out there for Amazon.
 
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I think these clamps just found their second life. If only Amazon could label them correctly as male clamps. But that would require acknowledgment that male nipples can be played with. And that is way out there for Amazon.

So, does Amazon carry a variety of clamps for both males and females?
 
So, does Amazon carry a variety of clamps for both males and females?

Well, they do carry them, but I am not sure if they advertise any of them as designed for males. And they have no comments on these, so I don't know who is using what and how. Which is feally strange as they do carry prostate massagers and don't try to disguise these for something else. Why nipples are more taboo than ass nobody knows. Or maybe I just did not look closely enough - in our case there is no need for new shopping.
 
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So.....not my place, and I'm not stealing your words. But that was perfect. I've had that moment. Tried to say my words and failed. I don't know why or what you were trying to say. But I know how you felt.
 
So.....not my place, and I'm not stealing your words. But that was perfect. I've had that moment. Tried to say my words and failed. I don't know why or what you were trying to say. But I know how you felt.

It is exactly your place, what are you talking about?
And thank you!

I think a lot of us been there, most people are not really used to talking about sex. And then not talking becomes so familiar, that it is really hard to break through. Especially when the other side is not exactly helping.

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And now I am the bad guy, because I would not say what it was...
 
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Crying in the Shower:

That was poignant. Lost opportunity.

I think a lot of us worry that we're not on the same "kink wavelength" as our partner. I know her basic likes and dislikes, and the wonderfully creative things she does. But what does she want? What is her unspoken desire? What does she need that is too kinky, too dirty to speak?

Past is past. If you can't speak the words, next time, place the his and hers butt plugs near his clothes for the evening with a bottle of lube.

I bet if YOU want it, he'll at least try.

Happy Anniversary

ps., you're not the bad guy, and neither is he. Fortune favours the Bold.
 
Crying in the Shower:

That was poignant. Lost opportunity.

I think a lot of us worry that we're not on the same "kink wavelength" as our partner. I know her basic likes and dislikes, and the wonderfully creative things she does. But what does she want? What is her unspoken desire? What does she need that is too kinky, too dirty to speak?

Past is past. If you can't speak the words, next time, place the his and hers butt plugs near his clothes for the evening with a bottle of lube.

I bet if YOU want it, he'll at least try.

Happy Anniversary

ps., you're not the bad guy, and neither is he. Fortune favours the Bold.

Thank you!

I don't really worry about wavelengths, reply "are you crazy?" would have been OK with me. My problem is that we just don't talk about these things. As in never in any shape or form. I can write just fine, but getting the words out... that's completely different story. Hm...maybe I should just send him a text next time I get a kinky idea...
 
I was just about to say you answered yourself. Write it. Write the story or suggestion and leave it to be read in private. You know you’re good at writing as a form of communication, so why not with your partner?
 
I was just about to say you answered yourself. Write it. Write the story or suggestion and leave it to be read in private. You know you’re good at writing as a form of communication, so why not with your partner?

For now it looks like this story is going to be a trial run - he still wants an explanation and there is no way I am doing that by talking. I guess I will just print what I have already written...
 
Why not by talking??? Just curious.

I make things worse in my head, I blow them up to insane proportions - what a response will be, how weird I'll feel. And then I talk myself off that ledge. What is the worst thing that could happen? I'll throw up because I'm so nervous? He'll laugh at me? Reject me? A fight will start?

I ask myself what's worse? Living with the weight of this unsaid desire? Or risking the shame of saying the words?

I've done both. Generally, the latter turns out much, much better than I ever expected.

Hope you find a way to say it, whether it's written or said out loud.

Happy anniversary, though!
 
I was just about to say you answered yourself. Write it. Write the story or suggestion and leave it to be read in private. You know you’re good at writing as a form of communication, so why not with your partner?

For now it looks like this story is going to be a trial run - he still wants an explanation and there is no way I am doing that by talking. I guess I will just print what I have already written...

Thank you!

I don't really worry about wavelengths, reply "are you crazy?" would have been OK with me. My problem is that we just don't talk about these things. As in never in any shape or form. I can write just fine, but getting the words out... that's completely different story. Hm...maybe I should just send him a text next time I get a kinky idea...

Why not by talking??? Just curious.

I make things worse in my head, I blow them up to insane proportions - what a response will be, how weird I'll feel. And then I talk myself off that ledge. What is the worst thing that could happen? I'll throw up because I'm so nervous? He'll laugh at me? Reject me? A fight will start?

I ask myself what's worse? Living with the weight of this unsaid desire? Or risking the shame of saying the words?

I've done both. Generally, the latter turns out much, much better than I ever expected.

Hope you find a way to say it, whether it's written or said out loud.

Happy anniversary, though!

Speaking as a man (checks. Yep, still there), I would love a highly suggestive note, a dirty limerick, an erotic Haiku or a filthy email/text from a woman, especially the one I love.

Go for it!
 
On the mystery of female orgasm

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Middle school, Friday night, good long book. I am curled up in a large armchair. One chapter, another, and another… The nature calls - my bladder is getting full, but I don’t want to leave the story behind, so first legs are crossed, then pressed together tighter and tighter. 10 minutes, 15, 20… I really, really need to go…

And then it comes, the strange pulsating feeling somewhere deep in my crotch that sends warm pleasure all over the body. The book is forgotten for a minute...pulsating slows down and stops. Now I can run to the bathroom.

From now on all my reading is done in that chair.

First year of college, I am studying for the winter exams. All exams are oral, so there is a lot of math that needs to be understood in every detail. I am reading my notes, trying to replicate and explain every line in the proofs. One theorem is done, another, another… The nature calls, but I am in the middle of something, if I lose my place now, I will have to start from the very beginning. So, legs are crossed under the desk, then thighs are pressed tighter and tighter together…. I really, really need to go… But I am older now, I know what will happen next, so I wait a little longer, trying to concentrate on the math.

And then it comes, that same pulsating feeling. Theorem can wait a little… I squeeze a bit tighter to prolong the feeling. It works… NOW I really have to run to the bathroom.

First year of graduate school, I hear the word “vibrator” for the first time. It is a present from my husband. I sort of know what to do with it, not quite, but I will figure it out. Press, hold, release, press, hold, release...And then...O, so THAT what it was all these years ago!! No wonder I liked it!

Another twenty something years later. Early morning. I can get up, go to the bathroom, take a shower and start a day. Or I can stay in bed a bit longer. Bladder is full, legs are crossed, thighs are pressed tighter and tighter together… I think the shower can wait.
 
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^^^^Remarkable. It is rare to see an orgasm described at all. be (The best I've ever been able to do is a bad Haiku.) This is unique on top of that. Thanks for this.
 
^^^^Remarkable. It is rare to see an orgasm described at all. be (The best I've ever been able to do is a bad Haiku.) This is unique on top of that. Thanks for this.

Thank you.
Not sure how unique this is, but I guess not many people had orgasms while studying for their differential equations exams.

As for descriptions... It so much easier to describe the process of getting there than the result! I am not even sure if my description makes any sence for a man. It's a bit like describing shades of green to a blind - there is just no language for it. You either know or you don't.
 
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