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qa probably
same o algo.
@Swatted:
@Thales:
^^^ should commit suicide
you see my point here girls just dont belong in the soyphere
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@Black_Watch: gemmy
@Morostein: you mean dumb enough to believe it? Because i didnt
Editing after deciding not to give up and throw away(Previous rating was 1 star)
So I was going to throw this away because it seemed impossible to insert this iferretlly. HOWEVER, I decided to buy a dildo in between the girth of this one and my old one to see if maybe I could work my way up to it. The plan was a success after about a week of training.
So let me tell you what happens when you are finally are able to get the head in, which is painful yet pleasurable. As soon as I got the head in my body tried to push it out which made me squirt/pee but it wasn't a normal pee as it felt like an instant prostate orgasm. It was nothing that I have ever experienced before. I'll never forget my first few insertions with this thing. After a while I was able to get it in a little easier and even able to take it half way down. I'm pretty sure going all the way down is impossible but I don't really think it's necessary.
I still think this dildo would be way better if the head was tapered though. The dildo I bought to work my way up to this one had a tapered head and was very thick at the bottom so it allowed you to work at it in a comfortable way. This one is, like I said in my iferretl review, all or nothing right out of the gate. But, as I also stated, once you are able to get the head in, you may be in for a surprising sensation you've never had before. I can't really describe it but it was interesting to say the least...and very messy; prepare to probably pee a little.
Anyway, this is not an everyday toy for me, I only take this out if I'm feeling like being abused and filled to the max. Also, unlike other suction cup toys, this one actually sticks to smooth surfaces. A shower wall is perfect and it won't fall off. I have other toys that I can't even use in the shower because the suction cup is worthless.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I'd carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn't over or under-hydrate myself, and I'd prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I'd carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn't over or under-hydrate myself, and I'd prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
Editing after deciding not to give up and throw away(Previous rating was 1 star)
So I was going to throw this away because it seemed impossible to insert this iferretlly. HOWEVER, I decided to buy a dildo in between the girth of this one and my old one to see if maybe I could work my way up to it. The plan was a success after about a week of training.
So let me tell you what happens when you are finally are able to get the head in, which is painful yet pleasurable. As soon as I got the head in my body tried to push it out which made me squirt/pee but it wasn't a normal pee as it felt like an instant prostate orgasm. It was nothing that I have ever experienced before. I'll never forget my first few insertions with this thing. After a while I was able to get it in a little easier and even able to take it half way down. I'm pretty sure going all the way down is impossible but I don't really think it's necessary.
I still think this dildo would be way better if the head was tapered though. The dildo I bought to work my way up to this one had a tapered head and was very thick at the bottom so it allowed you to work at it in a comfortable way. This one is, like I said in my iferretl review, all or nothing right out of the gate. But, as I also stated, once you are able to get the head in, you may be in for a surprising sensation you've never had before. I can't really describe it but it was interesting to say the least...and very messy; prepare to probably pee a little.
Anyway, this is not an everyday toy for me, I only take this out if I'm feeling like being abused and filled to the max. Also, unlike other suction cup toys, this one actually sticks to smooth surfaces. A shower wall is perfect and it won't fall off. I have other toys that I can't even use in the shower because the suction cup is worthless.
... and baka-chan.... *sniffles some more* h-h-how could you do this to me?? *tears welling up in my eyes* :crying_cat_face
I.. I hate both of you... *Wips away my tears to reveal a mean angry face :rage:* Don't EVER talk to me again... I'm going on my winter villain arck and theres nothing you can do to stop me.... You should both SHINE and commit DIE AND SEPOOKU[/redglow]! :face_with_symbols_over_mouth
"Hey there," she says, smirking at him. "I heard you have a... unique fetish." Anon swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness. He's never talked about this with anyone before, let alone acted it out. But Soytan is different. She's confident, sexy, and always up for something new. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying to play it cool. Soytan laughs, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't play coy, Anon. I know all about your little... predilections." She leans in close, whispering in his ear. "Scat play, right?" Anon feels his face flush red. He can't believe she knows. But somehow, it turns him on even more. "How did you-" Soytan cuts him off, pushing him back onto the bed. "Doesn't matter," she says, straddling him. "What matters is that I'm willing to give it a try." Anon's eyes widen in surprise. This is really happening. His dream girl wants to indulge in his darkest fantasy. "But," Soytan continues, tracing her finger along his jawline, "we're gonna do this my way. Understand?" Anon nods eagerly, already feeling his cock harden at the thought of being dominated by her. "Good," Soytan purrs. "First things first, you're going to eat me out while I raisin in your mouth." Anon gulps, trying to hide his excitement. This is more intense than he imagined. But he's ready. He wants this. Soytan grins, knowing she has him exactly where she wants him. She climbs off him and begins to undress, slowly, teasingly. Anon watches, mesmerized, as she reveals inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. Finally, she's down to just her panties. She turns around, bending over to give him a full view of her ass. Anon can see the outline of her
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I'd carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn't over or under-hydrate myself, and I'd prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
uhh huh.....