Hester said:not sure to what i owe this honor, but i will simply take it and run
as for jacking, by the time i got done with dinner last night i was wound up like a top. i still had the water bottle incident in my psyche and didn't have any toys with me. so i did the obvious---tried to fuck my water bottle. it was kind of big and i didn't have any lube. after spending a while trying to work it in, i resorted to lip balm, which helped.
it hurt a bit, but that was good as i was in the mood for the kind of fuck you feel the next day every time you sit down. i wanted to fuck and scream and bite and generally wrassle-fight in a very sexual way.
i humped that poor little plastic cylinder as if i were riding a man and soon got the urge for something in my ass as well. i bent forward and tried the heel of my shoe (hey, it looked interesting in porn), but it wasn't all that great and i had images of sitting on a plane and everyone trying to figure out from whence the smell of ass was wafting (this was a turn off, and therefore counterproductive to my mission). i resorted to fingers, and with two in the ass and one on the trigger i had a massive O.
got off once again an hour or so later (although with much simpler logistics) before drifting to sleep.
I had to laugh at the lip balm part. Sorry Hester.