I’ve never considered myself a kinky man. I mean, I love sex as much as anyone, and I get intense boners all the time, but I’ve never felt anything so intensely as when I found my babysitter’s vibrator in her purse. The second I grabbed that pink, dick-shaped artifact and pictured it inside her while she moaned louder and louder, I felt my animal instincts taking over. All that I wanted to do was take my aroused dick and shove it in every hole that vibrator has ever been inside of.

It was not a desire anymore; it was a need. I was ready to persuade her, seduce her, anything to fuck her right there, but it seemed that my urges were enough for her to know that if she gave me that chance, I was going to pound the shit out of her. The idea got her as horny as I was because, next thing I knew, we were naked in my room, and I was about to make that vibrator obsolete.