Sex Toys: They look delicious, but don't lick them...

God knows how the sex toy industry kept in business before the invention of the internet!

I mean, imagine having to go into one of those seedy sex shops to buy your jelly naughties? Or order them out of the back of some grotty wank mag?

Before the internet, buying sex toys was dirty, seedy and gross...

Now, in the world of Ann Summers, it's chic, hip and all women who appreciate pleasure are doing it. And if they're not? They should be!

It was the world of sex toys that Hubby and I recently explored when he ordered a box of them from Sexshop365. It's a VERY cool online sex toy shop with some great goodies and brilliant, quick delivery. I strongly recommend checking them out.

Now Hubby is as keen as hell on this whole slave/master relationship and he needs the toys to play the role properly. Hence his purchases online.

This is what he came up with...

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It started off with Flirt, a PVC outfit that leaves the crotch open and my boobies exposed.

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Considering I have both my nips peirced, I can understand the latter incentive... The fact that my pussy and arse are both open for business when I'm wearing this industrial getup leads me to believe that Hubby's on the brink of going through with his whole 'fucking another guy' fantasy. Why else would he want my two hotspots exposed? At the same time?

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Next on the list was something I loved the look of. A Rabbit Vibrator. Since I'm a girl who's only got a small, plastic friend, the thought of something like this to keep me entertained into the wee hours was as horny as hell.

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I mean, I'm a fan of Sex in the City, so I knew about the Rabbit. I'd just never seen one before. And damn they're cute. Like a little rubber lollipop! Apparently when they were first made in Japan, it was illegal to make sex toys that looked like... well, sex toys. So instead you got whirring rubber mushrooms and vibrating rabbits and it was all made out of strawberry flavour rubber.

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It's like a sex toy aimed for little girls - but aren't we all little girls deep inside?

Last, but not least, was the dangerous looking toy.

Hubby had bought me an enormous rubber strap on.

It's pretty fucking big - as big as he is when he's at his hardest. What Hubby intends me to do with seven inches of rubber dick I dread to think. I'm his slave, so I imagine he's not planning for me to use it on him. I guess he has more nerfarious schemes in mind and I imagine they involve some poor orafice I can plunder with this thing.

I'll tell you what, though. A snug little harness holding a big, hard cock is a pretty empowering thing for a girl. It's so big and hard! The cock has an enormous head and a veiny shaft and even a big pair of balls. It's all made out of latex or rubber that is soft and firm all at the same time, like overripe fruit. I can't stop squeezing it!

I have finally figured out Freud's penis envy. I just want to FUCK something with it.

And trust me, I'll post pictures when I do. But until then, check out the brilliant Sexshop365 and buy some sexy goodies of your own - and let me know about them!