It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

This in my ass:

Plus this in my pussy:

Plus my love(r)’s mouth & tongue on my clit

Equals

The Best. Orgasm. EVER.

The vibration from the butt plug is intensified by the glass dildo and sent up into my clit, which is already being assaulted by my man’s tongue. Having the plug & the dildo in gives a deliciously full feeling. The large bulb on the dildo hits my G-spot perfectly. All of these things combined result in the most intense, explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.

If you want to try it out, you can find both of the toys at Adam & Eve, but you’ll need to find your own man! Mine’s not for sale!  ;-P

“How about her?”

“Nah, she doesn’t look right for this. Umm… oooh, yes… brunette, far end of the bar, GREAT rack. She’s the one.”

I looked over from the table that my friend Sam and I were sitting at and found the stunning woman at the end of the bar.

“Oooh, good choice. I guess the question will go over better coming from a woman, right? Less creepy and aggressive?”

“Yep, you’re up.” Sam’s huge grin suggested he either thought I had it in the bag or that I’d get hilariously shot down. But I was certainly willing to try!

I got up from the table, straightened my skirt, pulled my top down a bit to show a little more cleavage, then walked over to the bar and sidled up next to the woman.

“Excuse me,” I started, and she looked up at me with piercing grey eyes, which conveyed a hint of annoyance. “Umm, hi. I hate to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help me out. My friend and I,” I pointed to Sam over at the table, “are having a bit of a contest.”

A frown appeared on her face that matched the annoyance in her eyes. I started explaining faster, hoping that I could get through my proposition before she cut me off and threw a drink in my face or something.

“Well, uhh, you see, Sam thinks that he’s better at eating a woman out than I am, and, obviously, I think that *I’m* better, so we think the only way to see who the winner is is to both eat out the *same* woman and she can tell us which one of us got her off the best. Would you be interested in being our test subject?”

She was quiet for a few moments, the frown still on her face, and just as I was about to give up and walk away, she spoke. “Well, it looks like my date isn’t showing up, so what the hell? My place is just down the block. Let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand and led me over to the table where I grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him up and out the door with us.

“Game on, Sam.”

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contest, brought to us by Sweltering Celt. I’m up a little late ’cause I’ve had better things going on. If you follow me on Twitter, you know what they were! Hope you enjoyed the story!