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scrolling on a laptop vs. pleasuring a vagina


keltoi

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A friend of mine flew to GB for an Erasmus session. Before she left I offered her a toothbrush, and electrical, vibrating one.

"oh it's vibrating. Are you offering it me so that I can use it as a a didlo ?"

"wait. wat ? it's just a toothbrush, what makes you think this ?."

"why did you offer me a toothbrush then"

"It's just a fucking toothbrush you fucking pervert. Oh maybe i'm taking it back if you don't like it".

 

Nonetheless she brought it with her.

 

He He He... :shuriken:

 

lame but effective:

"yeah, next time think of me when you're ... ehm.. brushing your teath"

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how do you pleasure a vagina by scrolling?

 

imagine the clitoris is the scroll wheel and pretend your mom walked in while you're looking at a huge long page of goatses and frantically scroll to get to the bottom of the page before she sees.

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Walt and I had just come back from our weekly new comics run, and were quietly sitting in the Rec library, bagging and boarding our books. The kids hadn’t gotten out of school yet, so it was deaf-child silent in the building, save the metal rantings of King Diamond emanating on low volume from a nearby boom-box. Then, suddenly, the stillness was shattered, as a sent-home-from-school-early Mewes kicked the Rec door open, marched into the building Groucho Marx style, and proceeded to fellate everything somewhat phallic in the room.

 

Walt and I watched with wonder as Mewes grabbed a pool cue and pretended to suck it off. Losing interest, he ran up to the phone on the front desk, grabbed the receiver from the cradle, and pretended to suck that off. He grabbed the flag pole and did the same. He grabbed a whiffle ball bat and did the same. This went on for twenty minutes, with seemingly no regard for our presence whatsoever. He never looked at us as if to say “Are you seeing this shit?” He never looked at us at all. He didn’t seem to care that we were even there. This wasn’t a show for our benefit. It was as if he’d been walking around Highlands moments earlier, took a gander at his watch, and was like “Wow – it’s two o’clock. I’d better get down to the Rec and suck everything off.” The kid had an agenda, and he was actively fulfilling it.

 

It was when he finally reached the Rec’s only video game – a standard “Asteroids” kiosk that time had forgotten – that he finally paused. Studying it momentarily and finding nothing dick-like to pretend to suck off, he seemed stymied. There was no joystick to give him purchase; just a roller ball and a fire button. Walt and I watched with great curiosity, waiting to see how he’d overcome this unforeseen obstacle.

 

After what felt like five minutes, Mewes shrugged, bent down to the game controls, and started working the roller ball like it was a clit - his tongue darting in and out of his mouth, lapping at the orb as he spun it with his finger.

 

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