So, I’ve finally jumped on the bandwagon and masturbated using the Rez Trance Vibrator.
It was a bit of a lonely night. Not two hours prior to this would-be gorgeous situation, I’d been having some splendid, saliva-boiling sex with a girl whose psychology, if X-rayed, would reveal the image of a horse on fire approaching a brick wall. She was a secretary for the yakuza. She was medium-pretty and proud of it. She had a good pair of hand-filling breasts and an actual ass. It’s really hard to find an ass like that on girls in this country. I’m not bragging about this situation — it was something that the two of us did, because it was available to us. Man! Nothing like a girl who can sweat. She had absolutely no shame about dripping all over the place. And there were techno lights just blaring everywhere; she was a writhing human disco ball. Just six months prior, I’d met her and didn’t like her. She didn’t even like me, either. Man! We were really angry at each other. And then time flowed by a little bit, and we were like two pistols pointed at each other. She had lovely lips; I guess that was her best feature, if you’re going to catalog her features in a place for public consumption.
The techno lights were brought to me live courtesy of an Xbox 360.
