The long and short of it
You are single. You are marooned on a deserted island alone with an extremely attractive person of the opposite sex. You do not know when or even if you will ever be rescued. You have only the wet clothes on your backs, but the island has enough food and water to sustain you both indefinitely. You had never met the person with whom you are shipwrecked before today, but you find that they are sexually irresistible to you. The feeling is mutual. As you are reaching for each other passionately, the other person says “I’m positive… but here’s what I think. Who knows how long we are going to be stranded here. We might both spend the rest of our lives here. There are no condoms on the island. We can either resist what we feel to protect you from what’s inside me, or we can give in to the inescapable, right now and have what will probably be the greatest sex of our lives. Then we’ll spear some fish in the lagoon, eat mangoes, fuck some more… every day for as long as we’ve got here. Of course the possibility exists we could be rescued, in which case you would run the risk of returning to your old life with a new plague.”
What would you do?
October 7th, 2006 at 7:24 am
[…] I just had my very first experience with a Fleshlight, and it was pretty great. No batteries were included, but that’s okay because no batteries are needed. With a Fleshlight the power comes from you. You provide the thrust and the Fleshlight is but a simple receptacle, made to strongly resemble a vagina. It strongly resembles a vagina. It’s soft and smooth and gives when you push. I wasn’t at all sure how this thing was supposed to work exactly. I did not practice in my head. The Fleshlight was a surprise gift from a friend today. Before today, I knew they existed and what they were for, but I had never imagined myself obtaining and using one. The first thing was to decide when to start using it on myself. This is penetration, after all, so you need to be ready for it, so to speak. When I was ready I was also very pleasantly surprised to discover that a small packet of lube had been provided with the Fleshlight unit. That turned out to be important, because I had nothing suitable in the house and the Fleshlight (while exceedingly soft) is quite tight and difficult to enter without lube. The next thing I had to decide was whether I wanted to pretend I was having sex with (or receiving head from) the girl in the video by synching-up the movement of the Fleshlight against my tool. It was then that I discovered one of the Fleshlight’s design drawbacks. When you try to stroke too hard, a vacuum is created and it becomes very difficult (and uncomfortable) to penetrate. Lube only helps so much. So, the Fleshlight must be made love to rather tenderly. I have a hard time with tender when I’m by myself. I wound up using my hand up until close to the end, then I inserted and proceeded to finish-off inside. I must say for a few moments the sensation was quite delightful, and uncannily like the real thing. Being able to ensheath so much of myself was very much not like conventional jerking off. I’m not a fist-pumper… more of a tip-rubber, actually… but even if you are a small man with a large fist I’m pretty sure you can’t touch this. The feeling is deep and good and real. Which brings me to the unpleasant reality of being finished. It’s messy. You have to clean it. I’m going to gamble that I was like most men and did not read the printed instructions that came inside the box before I used it. God knows what the recommended de-coupling procedure might be! Hell, I just made up my mind to use it. I took it out. I used it. And then I found it foul when I was done. LOL. The Fleshlight has given me a strange new familiarity with casual sex. It is undeniably an object, and so reminded me of all those I have objectified. It’s worth buying it, even if you only use it once. […]