Resheathed

 I've always loved the sound of "sheathe," the verb... it's what it sounds like when someone who knows what they're doing and values their edged weapon makes, when you put your sword away. All the Kaaaaa-chiiing stuff you see in most of the popular depictions, the thing where it slides into something obviously metallic - that kills your sword. You have to sheathe it in leather inside, carefully oiled to keep the blade from rust, or in fabric made down into felt, so that it doesn't snag. That thing keeps you alive; you have to make sure it's comfortable and likes you. 

Anyway. I played some more with the sheath - but in my own mouth this time. Holy fuck, I think it's practically the perfect twenty-whatever-dollar sex toy. Twenty-six fifty. It smashes fairly flat to go into a box with other "advanced" like the Lacrosse ball and the Whitehead gag. It's a hard-sided case so things don't get smashed. Anyway, it's fine for it to get compressed, just not smeared. And it feels amazing to fuck into it in the classic "jerking off at computer desk" position. I think maybe I'll see how it goes combined with the vibrator. I feel a little let down... we were supposed to have this CUTE little fuck-boy over, and he didn't text back and Husband didn't text him. Um, I was promised Grade A Boypussy. 

So. This is just a little bit of me, exploring this fucker with my mouth, and playing with my thick slimy saliva. Enjoy, if you're into that kind of thing. Skip, if you're not. I think I know all like six guys who ever comment, but I know there's a few outside that circle who read. I would love to hear from other guys into this.