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muwapsturniolo · 3 months

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hii so like do u think u could do a chris smut based on wet dreamz by j cole??

✯Wet Dreamz✯

Black!reader

Summary: Chris has wet dreamz on a girl in his math class and finally has the chance to fuck her.

Warning: NSFW CONTENT!!!! sexual fantasies, sex, that's about it tbh.

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Chris used to loathe going to school.

He hated having to wake up early, get dressed, and sit in classes all day where teachers were rude and shoved endless amounts of knowledge down their throats with homework included.

But a certain girl in his math class made it better.

She was a thick brown-skinned girl, with long curly hair and lips to die for. She always had nice clothes and her nails were constantly done.

He had a humungous crush on her, it was hard not to with the way she always laughed at his dumb jokes. She would laugh so hard that it got to the point where their teacher started to get mad, so they started to pass notes to avoid getting in trouble. He looked forward to seeing her, sitting next to her every day during 3rd period. He would rush into the classroom every day, making sure to get there before her so he could play it cool.

Besides the passing of notes, his favorite part of the class was watching her sit down. The way her thick brown thighs expanded when pushed against the chair, the way her hips bucked forward when moving the chair closer to the desk, and most of all, the way her lips curled when she smiled at him.

He started daydreaming, imagining her riding him, her hips moving constantly, how she would sink down onto him, her thighs expanding, how she would lick all over him, her thick lips glossed with his precum. He would become hard every day in class, making it hard for him to stand and move around the classroom.

As the school year went on, his attraction got deeper, his daydreams turning into wet dreams. Waking up every day to her name falling from his lips, dreaming that he's hitting it from the back when in reality, he was sleeping.

It's a new day in 3rd period and Chris was once again daydreaming about the girl next to him. The teacher was going on and on about some type of math formula, and he was doing his best to look like he was paying attention. He jumps feeling a hand on his thigh, looking down in shock. He sees Y/n pulling away, leaving a note on his lap.

He looks at her but she doesn't look back, going back to taking her notes. He looks back down at his lap and grabs the note, opening it up.

"Have you ever had sex before?"

Fuck.

His heart is racing. he's never had sex before, he hasn't even come close to it. This is his chance, he could have sex with the girl of his dreams, he just has to play his cards right.

He takes a deep breath and grabs his pen, trying hard to not look like he's about to pass out. He writes down his answer, saying

"Of course I have, I'm a pro at it." knowing damn well he was lying. He hasn't even come close to a female's genitalia since the day he and his brothers came out of one.

But she doesn't have to know that.

He slides the note back to her, hoping she won't be turned off by his faux achievements. He watches her face as she reads the note, not getting any idea of what she's thinking. She quickly writes back her response, sliding the note back to him.

"you a pro at it? well, I want you to show me. my momma gone for the weekend, so come over Saturday."

Chris can feel his body start to sweat as the phallus between his legs starts to awaken. He turns to her and sees her already looking at him, her eyes low as she bites her lip. He looks her up and down, his eyes taking in every inch of her body, imagining her naked and on her bed as he ruts into her.

"Christopher!" He jumps and looks at the teacher, eyes wide in hopes she doesn't call him up to the front of the class.

"Pay attention!" She hisses. He nods and faces the bored once again. When the teacher goes back to explaining the random formula, he writes back to her.

"sounds like a plan ma."

He was trying to look cool when in reality he was shitting bricks. He could feel the swarm of butterflies in his stomach as his mouth ran dry.

He knows he's a virgin, and now he has to act like he's not. Knowing he's never did this before.

He hopes she won't notice it's his first time. He hopes that his dick is big enough for her. He prays to every god out there that he won't embarrass himself by busting quick.

He decided to prepare himself by watching porn, taking mental notes on what the girls react to. He practiced putting condoms on as well, keeping his room door locked in case one of his family members barged in.

It's now Saturday, 7pm exactly. He's sitting on her bed, a pocket full of condoms, a boner, and a body full of nerves. She creeps into the room, a shy smile on her face. "Sorry, I guess we don't have popcorn or chips so I just grabbed some candy." She walks past him and he watches her ass sway in her pajama shorts.

She crawls onto her bed, lying next to him. They decided on a random movie they both had seen and relaxed into the softness of her bed. Halfway through the movie, he decides to make his move. He places his hand on her thigh, rubbing and squeezing it softly. He notices her clenching her legs together. He turns and sees a shy look on her face.

He doesn't waste any time and presses his lips against hers, rolling on top of her. The makeout session is soft, lust in the air but both are careful with their movements. Her hands rub all over his chest before trailing down to the buckle of his belt. She unhooks it and slowly shoves her hand into his pants. He groans feeling her palm him, it's a vast difference from him stroking himself.

"I-is this ok?" She murmurs into the kiss.

"Don't stop ma." He pleads, bucking into her hand. After a few minutes, he decides it's time for the real deal. He slowly takes off her tank top and shorts, leaving her in an orange bra and matching thong. He could bust at the sight of her wearing his favorite color, it looks amazing on her.

His clothes are next, the only article left being his boxers. He pulls out a condom and releases his hard member from his boxers. He's so busy putting the condom on like he has practiced, he doesn't notice Y/n looking at him in fright. He turns back to her, pulling her towards him by her legs. He taps her folds a few times, sliding his member up and down as he gathers her slickness. Small whines fall from her mouth, egging him on. Before he can slide it in, he's stopped by her hand grabbing him.

"W-wait!" He looks up at her and frowns seeing the frightened expression. "What's wrong?''

She swallows harshly and sits up, covering her exposed chest, "Can I tell you something? You can't get mad at me though." He nods, curious as to what she's going to say.

"I know you've had sex multiple times, and that's fine, but can you go slow? I've never done this before..."

Her words are shocking.

She's a virgin?

He thought she'd had sex at least once or twice.

He can tell she's beyond nervous, so he decides to ease her nerves.

"Can I be honest too?'' She nods, hoping he won't be an asshole towards her. "i'm a virgin too."

Her eyes widen at his confession, "But you tol-I know." He rubs his neck in embarrassment. "I lied because I really like you and I didn't want you to see me as a loser."

His words bring a smile to her face, comforting her. "I wouldn't have seen you as a loser," she tells him, rubbing her palm against his arm. He sighs in relief and his eyes land on hers.

The two stare at each other, a new sense of understanding and lust in the air. They move closer and before they know it, their lips are touching once again.

He lays her back down, his hands gently squeezing her hips. She shyly opens her legs, allowing Chris to fall in-between them. He grabs his dick and does just as he did before, rubbing in between her folds, gathering her slick to make it easier for him to slip in.

"I'm going to slide in now ok?" She nods, continuing to kiss his lips feverishly. He guides himself into her warm entrance, moans falling from both of their lips.

He pulls away from the kiss, his head falling into the crook of her neck. She's squeezing him so tight, her velvety walls sucking him deep inside of her. It's taking everything in him not to spill into the condom. "Fuck," he groans, clenching his eyes in ecstasy.

"M-move, please move," she begs him. He nods and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into her. He falls into a nice rhythm, not hard and fast, but not slow either. The moans falling from her plump lips is like music to his ears, urging him to keep going.

He lifts her leg up, pressing into her chest as he pants in her ear. "So good for me, squeezing me just right." He praises. She whines and claws at his back, the pleasure being too much for her to handle.

His hand snakes in between them and he uses his middle and index finger to circle her clit, just like he saw in the videos. her back arches and she grips a handful of hair. "Chris nghh- I'm close, oh god'm close!" She whimpers out. He can't help it, he thrusts even faster, drawing louder moans from the girl beneath him. His fingers draw faster circles around her clit, her walls starting to spaz around him.

"fuck-i'm cu-" she cuts herself off with a loud moan, her jaw slacking as she throws her head back. The site of her having an orgasm was enough for Chris. He stalls deep inside of her, a deep groan exiting his throat as he rocks their meshed bodies back and forth. He plants kisses all along her neck, praising her for doing so good and thanking her for this moment.

The two lay there, panting softly and trying to hold on to the moment. "Was it good?" Y/n asks softly. Chris chuckles and plants a quick kiss on her lips.

"It was better than my dreams."

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dollwrites · 7 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon ( reader tries to tap out ), pegging, power dynamic, implied age gap, mean!cocolia, use of toys ( vibrator & strap ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-four [ cocolia rand + failed tap out ]

you’d lost count of your orgasms after the third. in true Cocolia fashion, she has you in the most vulnerable position possible, your wrists bound to your knees by braided rope of the highest quality. you were going nowhere. you couldn’t even bring your legs together to guard your hypersensitive sex from the seemingly endless waves of mind-numbing vibration.

you thrashed against the toy she presses between your folds, gliding it up and down to test your sensitivity from every angle. you had reached a limit, and surpassed it. you were breaking. your button seemed to scream whenever she press the harsh buzzer into it, forcing you to take every, mind-numbing wave directly to your exploited, overstimulated nerve endings.

“I don’t know if I can take it anymore!”

what a silly thing to say. you realize it once it’s spoken, and the goddess looms over you with her piercing eyes narrowed, an unholy grimace on her face. “Don’t know if you can?” she feigns concern, her free hand reaching to caress your heated cheek whilst the other holds the whirring vibe to your core. “Is my little one all spent? Her sensitive, little snatch all swollen and sore, now?”

collecting your lower lip between your teeth and biting hard to relieve the pressure from the abuse between your hips and muffle your hopeless mewling, you nod. “It… hurts… Please, can I be done? Please?”

Cocolia simpers. with a click of the button on the bottom of the device, the vibration stops. you’re met with relief, but your hips still undulate, you still squirm with your legs wide open. tilting her head to one side, her golden tresses obscure the sharpness of her features, and long, slender digits tease your aching clit with butterfly strokes. your brows knit together, breath catching in your throat in a horrible croak, and you jerk against the restraints much more violently. “It hurts?” she asks, mocking perplexity as the expanse of her thumb pad rubs over your engorged nub. “Does this not feel good, little one? Your swollen cunt is dripping with desire, shuddering and eager to take your guardian’s cock, and you have the gall to tell me it hurts? Just who do you think you’re speaking to, sweetheart? Who are you demanding?”

throwing your head back, you spasm helplessly. “It-it’s too much, Supreme Guardian!” you plea, arching your back up off the seat of the throne. Cocolia’s favorite thing to do was always remind you of her status whilst she had you at her complete mercy. she was in control. she owned you. and you could do nothing about it. “I want it t-to stop—! I-I need it to stop!!”

“Have you forgotten that you are here for your Supreme Guardian’s amusement? That you are a little plaything for me to use as I please? Did you not intend to be so when you became one of my dutiful soldiers?” she demands, ignoring your cry for mercy, she has instead busied herself with smearing the juices collected on her fingers from your core on to the sizable phallus harnessed to her naked hips with gilded straps. “I’ll have to remind you what you are, and what you crave.” her voice is low and coarse, and dripping with a ruthlessness that only a truly diabolical woman can possess. it always sends an icy chill down your spine.

Cocolia guides the broad tip of her faux cock to part your folds and jab into your clenching hole. toes curling, you whine and babble, but take the first few inches in a single thrust that has your eyes rolling in your head. “Quite melodramatic, aren’t we?” she taunts, before drawing back almost to the point of slipping free from you. Cocolia’s hips buck forwards and she fills you completely this time, the icy kiss of the golden ring that holds the cock in place sending a shiver through you as it presses against your sex. you practically squeal at the sensation of being completely full paired with the overstimulation that has your entire core throbbing and screaming for a break. “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

Cocolia hunches over your body, grasping your face hard. “Look at me,” she hisses, and you’ve no choice but to obey; eyes watery and wide, you look up at the woman taking you without remorse. the pace at which she ruts into your poor frame is merciless and greedy, and you’ve no other option but to writhe and buck against the reckless fucking. “You’re my little whore, a living fuckhole. My property, and no whore of mine is going to tell me when to stop. It’s time to break that nasty habit, dearest, time to destroy every limit you ever thought you had. So that you never, ever try to deny me access to your pussy again. Your Supreme Guardian’s cock will keep you in line.”

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kassandras-one-braincell · 8 months

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - A Barbaric Masquerade

Kinktober 03: Roleplay [explicit]

Contains: strap-on usage

Word count: 1333

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

Wools and linens spilled from the cedar wardrobe. Jewellery and silverware sat piled-high in a crate to the side. There was an axe lodged in the door. An upturned table, the bowls once adorning the wood strewn across the floor in an organised chaos. Four candles, scattered about the room, bathing the walls in an infernal glow.

A rampaged scene. Convincing, too. You owed yourselves a pat on the back.

She loomed by the window, a monolith of black leather and marauder’s steel. Sturdy buckles lined her shadowy breastplate, straining against the one full-sleeve on her left arm, stopping dead at the well-worn bracers wrapped around the thick forearms of a warrior. Her other arm bared itself to the candlelight between the shoulder-guard and glove, obscuring a fading summer’s tan with an amber that disappeared into a map of runic ink.

Your breath hitched in your throat under the weight of her smug, glacial gaze. Those eyes were a piercing frost, yet their menacing stare only warmed your blood; they challenged you, a cornered doe, to follow her every move.

Slowly, a gloved hand reached for her studded belt. The faint clinking of metal sliced through an otherwise silent night as she loosened the buckle. The belt languorously slid free from its iron confines. Her stare remained unbroken, waiting for the gasp that would soon fly from your parted lips as her trousers rode an inch lower, revealing a bulbous leather tip flush against her abdomen.

The drengr’s smirk neither widened nor faltered at your shameless gaze. She made no remark towards the subtle rise and fall of your chest, or the sorry pressing of your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to lessen the deep-set, raw, pounding ache between them.

“Your village is in ruins, your folk cowering amongst the ashes.” She spoke in a cadent rasp – a rich wine laced with a bitter ale. “But you…” A heavy boot stepped forward. The shadow cast by her hulking frame crept closer. “You haven’t fled. Haven’t begged, or flinched, or screamed. How come?”

Give it an hour, and you’d be doing two of those things in plenty, lilted an eager voice in your head. For now, you’d play the damsel. “Curiosity,” came your dainty reply, just loud enough for you to hear past your roaring pulse.

Her smirk widened into a nefarious grin. Predatory. A sticky dampness taunted you between your legs as you squirmed in place.

“You’re a curious little mouse, are you?” She advanced by a step, then another. With nothing behind you but a wall, you retreated until your back met stone. The brute hummed, “From the state of you, one could only guess as to what.”

“Oh?” you feigned innocence, eyes flicking to the betrayal of a faux phallus peeking above her trousers.

She cocked her brow, gesturing to your frame with a wave of her hand. “Am I to believe you wear this sort of thing to bed?” she laughed.

You had donned a pale linen tunic earlier that evening, far too loose around the contours of your body – designed for a far broader silhouette. Its ill-fitting neckline kissed the skin below your clavicle, its hem dancing just shy of the curve of your behind. Too short to be chaste, too transparent to obscure the figure underneath.

Sweetly, you toyed with the garment. “Did you expect me to change, drengr? I heard the horn, and before I knew it, a raider had forced her way into my home and ravaged my silver.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, core pulsing with need.

She sauntered towards you, boots thudding against the wooden slats of the floor. “And you didn’t protest. You let me do as I pleased,” she smirked. “You know, if you bite that lip any harder, you’ll draw blood.”

Heat flooded your face as you withdrew your teeth. “Perhaps…I’ve heard tales of the víkingar ravaging more than just silver,” you stuttered.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she dropped her voice to a murmur. The light from the flames faded to black as she reached you, toes all but touching. Not much more than a fist could fit between the steel of her armour and the stiff peaks of your nipples. A calloused thumb and gloved forefinger tilted your chin up to meet her gaze, dark with prurient intention. She continued in a coarse purr, “I could see the shimmer of something sweet smeared across those lovely thighs from across the room. You wore this sheer, damnable little thing, hoping someone a-viking would plow you like a maiden in those old wives’ tales.”

Your breathing quickened. If your arousal was apparent before, by now, it was glaring.

Lowly, she hummed, “Let’s say I’m feeling generous.”

Deliberately slow, she reached down to her unfastened belt. There was a rustle – you didn’t dare look away from her hungry eyes – followed by a tapping sensation against your covered mound. The sound was distinct: the faint thudding of leather. Every gentle pap sent a spark through your core.

Her thumb caressed your bottom lip, before carefully pulling the flesh downwards, exposing your lower row of teeth in a tantalising display of power. The brute mused something wolfish and devastating. “I could spear you right here, against this wall. Fuck you until the wood is soaked with your spend. If I’m feeling cruel, I might taste that dripping cunt until pretty tears stream down your cheeks. Then I’d take you all over again, until you were nothing but a sore, pathetic mess.”

Breathing failed you. There was a fleeting second in which you thought your heart had stopped, coupled with a near-buckling of your knees. Tonight, you craved that cruelty. A wicked, savage pounding. You ached for it.

Consumed by unbridled need, you abandoned the theatrics: “Gods, Eivor, just fuck me already.”

She needed no further encouragement. The charade had concluded, although that predatory smirk remained steadfast on her scarred lips. Eivor reached for the vial of oil she secured to her belt with twine, deftly unravelling the knot holding it in place.

“I’m wet enough, gods—”

“You know I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Good—”

“So let me do this,” she urged you, continuing to work at the vial. “Just a few seconds. You know it’ll feel better.”

Frantically, you nodded. “Okay, but hurry,” you whined. Eivor tutted as she finally disentangled the twine, freeing the glass from its confines. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as she discarded the cork and poured the viscous liquid over the cock strapped to her hips. She tossed the empty vial across the room, unflinching when it shattered. Hastily, she pumped her hand around the shaft, coating it fully with the oil.

With familiar ease, she knelt down and lifted you up by your thighs. Your heart dropped as her oil-slick hand slipped across your bare skin, but she reflexively repositioned you, hooked her arms under your knees and pressed you against the wall, holding you by the hips with your calves hanging limp. Swearing under her breath, she glanced down at the phallus now nestled between your abdomens. “Could you—”

“Yeah,” you whispered, snaking a hand around to guide the tip into your dripping, expectant heat, breathing out shakily as it disappeared inside without a trace of resistance. Eivor took the sound as an affirmation.

Swiftly, she filled you, impaling you on her leather cock until the hilt slapped against your mound. The oil glazing the toy and your nectar melded with a debauched schlick. You gripped onto the golden hairs atop her head, crying out as the delightful thickness split you open, the seams of the hide dragging perfectly against your sensitive walls. Grunting, she drove your back into the wall, roughly thrusting up into you, grinding her cock deeper still. Deeper, into every pleasurable nerve, until your vision speckled with white, until you felt it in your throat.

As for her earlier pledge?

Eivor would honour every fucking word of it.

#eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor #kinktober 2023

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blueiskewl · 1 year

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The House of the Vettii in Pompeii Reopens

The House of the Vettii, one of the largest and richest homes in Pompeii, prodigiously endowed with a fresco of Priapus that has become an icon of the city, reopens to the public on Tuesday after years of complex restoration.

The House of the Vettii was the home of Aulus Vettius Restitutus and Aulus Vettius Conviva, freedmen brothers who made a fortune as wine merchants and ascended the social ladder. Restitutus was a candidate for aedile, a magistrate responsible for holding public games and the maintenance of public buildings. Conviva was an Augustalis, a priest of the cult of the deified Augustus, a position of civic importance that was more akin to a magistracy. In this role he would have funded major public works projects.

The Vettii bought the house, originally built in the 2nd century B.C., after the earthquake of 62 A.D. It was in a tony neighborhood that many of the wealthy homeowners had left rather than rebuild. When the rich moved out, the nouveau-riche moved in. Freedmen who had made big bucks in trade like the Vettii were a prime example of the trend. They bought the aristocratic villa, repaired it and expanded it, adding a huge peristyle garden with statues and fountains. Every room was lavishly painted with frescoes on mythological motifs, telegraphing their wealth and the new status it bought them. Priapus, his massive phallus balancing on a scale against a bag of money, welcomed visitors in the vestibule of the house. Two large bronze strongboxes were placed in the atrium so everyone who got past Priapus would be confronted with the the most literal possible representation of the wealth of the Vettii.

The frescoes are mostly in the Pompeiian Fourth style, a combination of the previous three styles (faux marble veneers from the first, architectural trompe l’oeil from the second, ornate, stylized ornament from the third). The Vettii frescoes provide unique insight into the transition between the Third and Fourth style of mural painting. There is also a remarkable series of striking black and red frescoes depicting groups of cupids performing a variety of tasks, mythological ones like celebrating a festival of Bacchus and a festival of Vesta, sure, but of particular note are the representations of daily work, including the gathering and pressing of grapes, buying and selling the wine, dyeing and cleaning clothes in a fullery, picking flowers and making garlands for sale, making perfumed oil and making coins. The cupids are also captured at leisure, hunting on goat-back, racing in chariots pulled by deer and taking part in an archery contest.

The room adjacent to the kitchen was painted with a series of explicit erotic frescoes. It may have been a visual menu of options offered by an enslaved prostitute Eutychis who advertises her services for two asses (plural of as, the lowest-value Roman coin) on a graffito at the entrance of the house.

The domus was first excavated between late 1894 and early 1896. In the 1950s reinforced concrete roofs were added to the peristyle to protect the architectural remains from the elements. It was no longer protecting it, however. On the contrary, the flat concrete roof was unsound and directly contributing to water infiltration and damage.

Already affected by works in 1995, when the problem created by the concrete roofs of the 50s was evident, the house was partially reopened in 2016, after 12 years of closure and then closed again after 3 years for further restoration. Interventions that involved the roofing but also the paintings, with the removal of the patina created by previous restorations.

The old concrete roofs have now been replaced with sloped roofs formed from hollow blocks on metal frameworks. The wooden roofs added in the 1990s are still functional but needed refurbishment, and a new rainwater drainage system was devised to integrate the new roofs with the existing drainage system.

Conservators also cleaned and conserved the wall and floor decorations and the fixtures of the garden. It was a painstaking process of cleaning, regrouting and integrating interventions from different periods with the aim of recovering the legibility of the images and colors.

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fantasypackerreviews · 1 year

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krakenmonsterlab · 6 months

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Lab Log: some of the specimen are known for making lots of friends and getting along well with others! 😏

(Our winged double sided suction cups with: Dahlia grinder & Delphinium - @faux-phallus

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gayafmoon · 1 year

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I always forget I have this blog lol BUT HERE'S MY FAUX PHALLUS FAMILY PHOTO 🥰

the gangs all here!!

((well except the Lotus model but that's currently listed as under maintenance, so unless that comes back, the gangs all here!!))

featuring Kevin the Koala😍

(thank you again @faux-phallus for the adorable stuffed animal 🥰)

#faux phallus #toy talk #i have 8 dahlias hahahahahah #also i'm gonna get one of the updated daffodil packers at some point #anyway i genuinely love all the the models as both art and toys haha #for real tho i use a lot of them fairly regularly #the lilac plugs or a horseman with a dahlia is a WONDERFUL combo #also the stamen looks so good in a harness!!#ft the wonderful wallpaper in my parents ancient house haha

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faux-phallus · 1 year

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Safe Sex Toy Materials

Why Silicone…

There are a lot of things that go into making a quality product.

But first and foremost it starts with quality ingredients/materials. That is why we at Faux Phallus will only ever use bodysafe Platinum Cured Silicone and we'll explain why...

Unfortunately the industry to date is still unregulated. This is never more apparent than in the case of adult toys. Not worried yet? You should be, as long as sex toys are labeled as 'novelty items' big corporate companies can get around using questionable materials.

There are a long list of materials in sex toys that are a cause for medical and safety concern, even if your favorite toys are made of materials known to be safe. Some of these products can contain chemicals or oils that soften the material to make them more pliable.

There are still sex toys being produced that contain phthalates even though these have been known for years to cause issues, but phthalates aren’t the only harmful chemical being used.

There are sex toy materials that have never been proven toxic yet are still softened with oil (grades and types unknown), these materials can still break down and become unstable, and can still be porous enough to harbor bacteria, mold and transmittable viruses.

Even if the material is non-toxic when you first buy it, that may change over time as the material breaks down. Chemical changes can occur, oils can be released along with new odors, and more.

If your toy is not made of the materials listed below, then it can be potentially unsafe or downright toxic. Although some people may not notice any issue with using them, the larger majority can notice burning, stinging or other medical issues.

The list of the safest materials for adult toys would be...

Silicone Toys These come in two categories that refer to the curing agents used. they are either...

Platinum Cured Silicone “compatible for skin contact”

Tin Cured Silicone “is not compliant with food or skin”

If a company tries to call their silicone a “Blend or Mix”, be very cautious and ask yourself what its blended with?

Some of the other benefits of silicone are that it's allergy-friendly, nonporous, hydrophobic, phthalate free, durable, easy to clean and sterilize. It's odorless and doesn't suffer from shrinkage.

I myself have bought toys in the past that have shrunk in size (I'm talking inches in length and girth have been lost) when you buy a 9" toy and a couple of years down the track it is 7½" you know its deteriorating.

Wooden Toys can be very safe, if the finish is medical grade.

Stainless Steel Toys as long as they are medical grade stainless they're very safe.

Austenitic 304 and 316 stainless steels are considered surgical or medical-grade stainless steels

Glass Toys as a material is safe, but be aware of cheap brands that don't anneal, annealing is a long process that makes the glass extremely tough. Un-annealed glass won’t be overly fragile, but it needs to be handled with care. Cheaper brands may also paint glass which needs to be avoided unless you can verify the paint is safe.

Ceramic Toys are safe, so long as they are glazed and kiln-fired. The glaze keeps the toy non-porous. Although it is worth noting if the surface has a crack it can be porous and harbor bacteria so care needs to be taken with use and storage.

Out of all these materials silicone is the only one that is flexible, making inserting into the body the most comfortable experience, but by all means the other materials have their place in the industry. It'll all come down to your personal preference.

Casting…

It is defiantly worth noting... Silicone is a 2-part mix that needs to be well combined, after mixing a lot of air bubbles are trapped within the viscous material. To this end a reputable toy maker will use a vacuum chamber to draw all the air out of the silicone before it is poured into their respective molds.

In days past some makers would cure their silicone in a pressure pot, under 60psi of pressure to make these bubbles shrink down in size. Some have and still do unfortunately, let their toys cure without either of these precautions. But without these basic procedures, these air bubble pockets are somewhere bacteria and mold can be trapped and grow.

It’s worth doing your research to make sure your toy has been degassed.

#fauxphallus #adulttoys #fantasysextoys #spicy silicone #siliconesculpture #fantasytoy #bodysafe

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