Nips A’hoy!

There they sat for so long, two little bumps in their round hairy brown patches. Seemingly a mere and strange reminder of a gender that might have been.

Perhaps there is a distant memory of adolescent arousal, when they responded to self-stimulation and were cause for guilty fantasies of mechanical or human attention.

But all that was lost in decades of penile arousal and orgasm. Every lube was explored, from mud to mayonaise, abolene to vaseline. Home devices were created from foam and plaster-cast positives. How many hours of endless edging. Just a few fingers entered the forbidden hole, with it seeming to ask for more.

Then the Internet introduced e-stim, bringing edging to an entirely new planet. A cock wired for stereo, listening to Claude feels like a alien hand or mouth stroking, like a slave animal sucking. Inevitably, the ass wanted in. So a trode was fashioned, to enter in. Now, two audio players in combinations of stereo cock and mono ass allowed the sphincter to play along.

Enter Aneros.

What seemed impossible in these blogs has come to be. Each model it’s own delight. Waves of pleasure lasting much of a day. A mind able to raise spasms of ecstacy while a-less, no aneros at all.

After an hour or two of letting an aneros run free, I wait until every muscle is allowed to move with the ass. The back spasms, rippling up and down. The face and jaw tingle. The toes , calves and thighs pulse as if directed. I stare into the black abyss ahead. And then.

I reach across my chest, the “fuck you” middle fingers extended, and just so barely, so gentle, diddle my nips.

My groin at this invitation goes completely wild, new waves of pleasure coursing through my ball sacks and dick, making the aneros pulse with each flip.

Search x tube for anerosometer, and see what has become.

The nips have arrived.

Cheers.