By Kendra Holliday
In the spirit of Johnny Murdoc’s latest blog post, I’d like to joyfully share with you a hot masturbation session I had, featuring some really fun toys…
I enjoyed a concert the other night. In bed. The instruments featured were the sleek Naughtibod, the OhMiBod, and the OhMibod Gspot.
I got everything in place and fired up the music. The vibe roared to life – the strength was impressive, though it gets loud on max setting. It was giggly fun to feel it throb along to the beat of the music.
Now here’s where it gets exciting.
I enlisted the help of a music professor to come up with a playlist for me. I wanted to experiment with all types of music to see which ones rocked my world most.
Here’s what my kinky DJ set up for me:
Hip hop – too sporadic
Alt rock – OK
Rage Rap – eh?
W. African – now we’re getting somewhere
Funk – NICE.
Red Hot Chili Peppers – “Sir Psycho Sexy” – ooh, that naughty professor!
Deep inside the garden of Eden
Standing there with my hard on bleedin’
Theres a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen
Booty looking too good not to be squeezin’
Creamy beaver hotter than a fever
I’m a givin’ ’cause she’s the receiver
I won’t and I don’t hang up until I please her
I take it away for a minute just to tease her
Then I give it back a little bit deeper…
The Beatles – “Come Together” is GREAT
He roller-coaster he got early warning
He got muddy water he one mojo filter
He say “One and one and one is three”
Got to be good-looking ’cause he’s so hard to see
Come together right now over me…
Mozart – YES.
Chopin – a Waltz, and a Fantaisie…mmmm…
Which brings us to classical. I liked classical the best. It was sexy, stirring, inspiring…
Beethoven’s Ninth, the choral symphony, is what I finally latched onto. Ohhh yes, I got all Clockwork Orange in my frenzied fantasy. I had the Gspot toy inside me and hooked up to the music, and I had the Naughtibod on my clit.
I LOVED how the music flowed through me – it was INSIDE me. I lay there in the dark and let the music wash over me, penetrate me – fill my head, my pussy, and everything in between. It pulsed, it crashed, the chorus sang up into me, and it was during the crescendo that I imagined being at the symphony in Vienna, 1824, his Romantic period…
I was putting on a performance in a secret parlor for elite perverts who lined the walls in their period clothing, watching me ride Ludwig Van himself, my hair curled, wearing a choker and stockings, moisture beading on my upper lip…
The powerful composer grabbed hold of my hips and forced me down on his cock, burying deep inside of me and exploding. He felt the music through me…
My snobby little audience politely clapped (at least the ones who weren’t jerking off). One old man even ogled us with opera glasses...
Yes, we made beautiful music together.
Yet another win for SCIENCE.
Magnificent! Brava! Brava! 😀