I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…
They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.
I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…
It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.
If you think wearing a plug or crotchrope outside is a nice dirty secret, try walking around with your cunt wide open. (Hmmzz, I should really try the trifecta someday.) I wanted to get home soooo bad to touch myself. Oeh! And the airhumping. Gzzzbluprstttghaaaa!
I should try this.
I bought one because it seemed like such a fantastic idea at the time. It’s continuous squirming and aching to be filled but only feeling your stretched hole dripping and becoming more desperate. Desperate, needy, denied, torture…
This is a Kraken sculpture in a teacup. The tentacles are shaped by hand. No mold is used during the making. The German porcelain cup was found in a flea market.
“Oh, you best be prepared for a lot more. I’m just getting started with this ass. And this pussy. These two holes have a lot in store for them. Let me push this finger deeper inside.”
