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Sex toys are fun in the bedroom, but since my boyfriend and I are keeping our relationship on the DL for now (it’s complicated), we can’t touch or cuddle with mutual friends around. This sucks – except on the days with egg play. We mostly slide the egg into the little pocket in my panties — we tried leaving it inside me but I felt like I was giving birth when I was walking around. I’ll put it in right against my clit, and leave. Sometimes he’ll bring the remote with him, sometimes he won’t, but the question is almost the sexiest part – believe me, I’m ready to go before it even turns on. Then, when a friend turns to ask me a question, he tends to turn it on and get this purely EVIL little grin on his face. As I struggle to keep myself in check, he moves through the different functions so that different vibration speeds bring me closer and closer to the egg. Believe me, this toy is WORTH IT – it’s quiet and small and let’s you have more fun in public than I ever thought I’d !
let myself have. He hasn’t pushed me to the breaking point in public yet with the egg, but believe me, I have no illusions — he will.
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