For the Toys

[darkerdreamer]

I wish there were sex toys for straight men worth owning, this would be fun

 

[RhymeFairy]

I wish there were sex toys for straight men worth owning, this would be fun

Hmm, I know of a few things. *weg*

How about it guys, anyone know any toys for straight men?

Ohhh, just remember ...

Toys, are our friends ...



good lord, this just made my night. I know my write was a lil corny .. hehehe, but it was a lotta fun to play with, really ... it was.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Hmm, I know of a few things. *weg*

How about it guys, anyone know any toys for straight men?

Ohhh, just remember ...

Toys, are our friends ...



good lord, this just made my night. I know my write was a lil corny .. hehehe, but it was a lotta fun to play with, really ... it was.

Hmm, well whips, chains, cuffs and the like are fun... but not really toys in the sense of this thread I didn't think. Cock rings aren't really "toys", more like "hurt your dick" devices

Dolls aren't my thing... so what does that leave me with if I don't like things up my butt?

 

[annaswirls]

Dolls aren't my thing... so what does that leave me with if I don't like things up my butt?

hmmm that sounds like a serious challenge
(quick someone restrain me)

 

[ghost_girl]

Hmm, I know of a few things. *weg*

How about it guys, anyone know any toys for straight men?

Ohhh, just remember ...

Toys, are our friends ...



good lord, this just made my night. I know my write was a lil corny .. hehehe, but it was a lotta fun to play with, really ... it was.

my EX master says there ARE toys for straight men, they are called WOMEN

the asshole...

 

[darkerdreamer]

hmmm that sounds like a serious challenge
(quick someone restrain me)

That would insinuate that I'm an antagonist... and we all know that can't be true.

Rubber Cock Ring

You looked interesting enough
To waste some time with,
Sitting there lonely on the shelf.
You came in a good color for my dick,
Black,
I have to admit I have had my eye on you
For some time.

The cashier winked at me when I bought you,
I named you Lucky on the spot,
Maybe you’d get some play, and sooner than I thought!

Sure enough that weekend,
Drinks and the club were the agenda.

While we were dancing, she whispered sweet words,
“Did you bring that cock ring?” and the night took a turn.
Back to her place,
“Hey, Cabbie, drive fast!”

Twenty minutes flat, half-naked,
Against the wall.
I brought out my buddy, Mr. Lucky, enthralled
I slipped him on quick, down to the base,
She grabbed on my dick, look on her face.
Now Little Z, was growing for sure.
On his way to Big Z, yearning for more.

Now, we had some fun,
I’ll give Lucky that.
Then the time came,
To put away my bat.
That package said it stretched wide,
What a lie, not wide enough.
And as hard as I tried,
I couldn’t get the fucker off!
I tugged and I tugged,
Finally one mighty pull
Popped it right off,
Also sprained my tool.

(sadly, a true story… )

 

[unapologetic]

I did try to write a poem about my vibrator once - a broken one - but I scrapped it (both the poem and the vibrator). Maybe I'll try it again.

I have a pink one, by the way. It's called a rabbit, but the extra bit is actually an elephant. And, of course, I call it Dumbo.

It took me longer to get around to this than I thought, but here it is. It's even a sestina - easiest one I ever wrote, too.


Flying with Dumbo

I find I sometimes miss my vibrator.
It’s not that I go without orgasm,
it’s just that it’s something I do alone.
I can play in front of my sweet husband
but I find it hard to complete the task
at hand, even with my cute elephant.

Some swear by rabbits, but that elephant,
perched at the base of my pink vibrator,
is more than able to handle the task.
For supplying rapturous orgasm,
as good as those achieved by my husband,
is what Dumbo does whene’er we’re alone.

I miss Dumbo when we can’t be alone,
(so strange to miss a plastic elephant).
Still, I’ve got an understanding husband;
it was he who purchased the vibrator,
the bringer of shattering orgasm,
that so rarely fails to finish the task.

Not that I need Dumbo’s help with the task,
fingers work fine, if I’m ever alone,
and God knows I don’t need an orgasm.
But I’m really fond of my elephant
of my pretty, pink, see-through vibrator,
and I need my time without my husband.

A week of non-stop time with a husband,
who’s also way more than up to the task,
still leaves me craving my cute vibrator.
Today, when finally I was alone,
I sought the solace of my elephant
who then brought me more than one orgasm.

Each one was just perfect, each orgasm
that I had without aid of my husband.
Each wave of the trunk of that elephant
brought me closer to finishing my task.
So, that’s what I did with my time alone:
I sat home and played with my vibrator.

With each orgasm, each completed task,
I crave my husband, and less time alone,
‘cause the elephant’s just a vibrator.

 

[Guest]

hmmm that sounds like a serious challenge
(quick someone restrain me)

Was it you or was it SeattleRain that wrote the poem about the glass dildo in her ass?

I think of toys and that poem is the one I think of most.

 

[RhymeFairy]

If I bring my toys out to play.
Line'm up along your way.
Massaging gels, can be oh so nice
rub me down, once, twice, thrice.

My big boy vibe, needs no telling twice.
He paves his way, between my thighs.
Jetting inside, as he plays peek-a-boo
all the while, making me coo.

Sliding up around my clit,
spinning in circles as I sit.
Gasping for air, my fingers fumble a walk
deep inside, fast as a hawk.

Moaning out vowels, verbs too.
Making a scrumptious, sweet stew.
Higher I crawl, up the bed.
Screaming so loud, I awaken the dead.

More and more, I shout out loud,
making my mother, oh so proud.
Listen, as I explode with demand,
all of this, from a sly of hand ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Sigh. I broke another last week. That's about 6 in the past 2 years. I have several dildo poems here at lit and a few hidden on my hard drive. My name is eve and I write dildo poetry.

Looking for Eve's new Dildo poetry ... Seems I've been absent far toooo long ~~

 

[Safe_Bet]

Shared Fantasies Link

You like taking me.
Enjoying the struggle.
Look on you face
tells all.

Plastic cock
makes you my man,
who gets to have
her desire.

I like taking you.
Enjoying the helplessness.
Look on my face
tells all.

Plastic cock
makes me your woman,
who gets to have
her desire.

Both pleasured
in different ways.
Our shared desire
tells all.

 

[sassynyc]

Shared Fantasies Link

You like taking me.
Enjoying the struggle.
Look on you face
tells all.

Plastic cock
makes you my man,
who gets to have
her desire.

I like taking you.
Enjoying the helplessness.
Look on my face
tells all.

Plastic cock
makes me your woman,
who gets to have
her desire.

Both pleasured
in different ways.
Our shared desire
tells all.

Ha ha! Brilliant song selection. Oh so apropos. I love that. And a good 80's flashback never hurts either.

 

[bogusbrig]

if I was a dildo
you couldn't accuse me
of being an unresponsive male
I wouldn't care for football
I wouldn't care for beer
every time you bend over
at some critical time
in front of the TV
I'd score in an open goal