Razor Dildo

Contributor: Lusty

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Masturbating sure did sound nice for Kandy (as her stripper friends called her.) Boy, are these nails nice, she thought. They were acrylic, with a salmon pink on them with rainbow poke-a-dots complimenting the excitingly bright color. Sharp didn't explain the profuse acuity of them. A dull poke to the pupil would be menacing. She considering doing that when she thought about her mudflap (as she liked to call him) ex-boyfriend, Tim. He sure was an asshole.
She started off lightly rubbing her crotch thoroughly through her skin-tight jeans. After a bit of foreplay, she ripped them off. She could see lacerations from her jeans on her skin. She leaned back in her half-way torn apart Laz-e Boy recliner that Mr. Mudflap destroyed in a drunken rage. She rubbed herself through her panties and indulged in the wonders of masturbation.
Her panties were soaking wet by the time she slipped them off. Once they were around her ankles, she dug deeper, getting every crevice inside her vagina and rubbing her clit rapidly. She moaned and hollered; she was thankful that she didn’t have any neighbors, the old fucks would probably tell her to stop the rub session.
She was in ecstasy; it felt better than any man could make her feel. Just to think, she had the ultimate pleasure device attached to her. She fingered herself for minutes, hoping that it would never end.
That’s when she heard a snap! That came from her crotch area. She felt a sudden, sharp pain inside her pussy. She withdrew her wet hand from her vagina and noticed she was missing a nail. There was a miniscule spot of blood next the absent nail. She soon realized that it was from her vagina, rather than the fact that her nail was torn off.
The pain kicked in every second that the nail was in her vagina. She could feel that it was sticking straight up, piercing the upper-region of the pink cave. I just had to pick the longest, sharpest ones. She thought, while holding her pussy.
She squeezed, nothing came out. She then knew that she had to dig in deep and retrieve it before it destroyed her clitoris. She shimmied her hand inside, feeling around. The little fuckers deep she though. She could only feel it with the top of her finger.
Every time she moved, it mutilated the back of her vagina further. She knew that there was no chance of just letting it slide out because it was stuck in the top and bottom of her pussy. She had to grab it.
She shoved her hand in further then she ever thought was possible. It was the strangest feeling, very unnatural. She poked and prodded every small space in her originally air-tight vagina. She started to gag, almost to the point of puking, partly from her hand completely in her vagina and the other part because it was wet, like a cave.
At last, she grabbed the dread nail. It was slimy to the point where she thought it could have been a second clitoris or some such absurd thing. She grabbed it with her index and middle finger. As she was pulling it out, it ripped the top and bottom of her vagina in a straight line. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt.
The goddamned thing was completely red, no pink or pretty designs were visible. She ran to the bathroom and washed her hands (using extra soap.) She threw the dreaded nail in the garbage and did her best to clean every inch of blood out of her vagina so it wouldn’t clot. As she was doing so, she looked at her hand. There was no nail on her middle finger. She sat down and wept, and her vagina did the same.

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Author: Lusty

Contributor: Lusty

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Being a lesbian was so nice for Amber; she didn't have to worry about stretching her vagina just to get laid, she didn't have to worry about the cancerous beings called men, and most importantly, she got to indulge and partake in the beauties that make women.
She got ready in her small suburban house for a big night out with her girlfriend Zina (or "partner" as those fucking media moguls call it.) They planned on going to a strip club called 'Cumming Attractions'. It was surprisingly nice despite what the porn-ish name suggests. Zina was a dancer there but she didn't have work that night.
Amber brushed her red hair thoroughly. It fell dancingly down onto her milky shoulders. Zina walked in, grabbed Ambers tits from behind (in a pedophile way) and told her how ravishing she looked. They kissed and Amber brushed Zina's hair as well. She brushed every strand, including the essential pink, stripper highlights.
They left a few minutes later and arrived at Cumming Attractions. Amber's favorite dancers were dancing that night: Elly, Giselle, and Sevena. She made petty attempts at fucking Elly, but it never went through because she found the all-mighty Zina. The night she saw her dancing, she was sliding up and down on the pole in fishnets and in a sexy cop outfit. Her handcuffs dangled around and her shirt was unbuttoned, unveiling her tan breasts (which made Amber practically have an orgasm on the spot.)
Amber did shots at the bar while Elly did her cowgirl dance. She planned on getting pretty faded and having Zina drive her home. I wonder why Zina isn't getting wasted. She thought
Amber shoved 5 bucks down Elly's panties and cheered her one.
"This is great, eh?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, definitely." Zina replied, "hey, listen, I'm going to the bathroom. You should follow." She smiled.
By that point in their relationship, Amber knew that meant they were going to have a nice 'lick session' (as Zina called it.) She followed her into the shockingly clean bathroom. The bathroom was vacant so they automatically started kissing each other everywhere. Zina set her purse down in the stall and they busted into it. Amber began kissing Zina's neck all the way down to her belly button. She started going down on her and she moaned wildly. While she licked up and down rapidly, she saw something in Zina's purse. She soon identified it as a pregnancy test. She quit licking abruptly, and pulled it out: positive.
"What the fuck!" She hollered.
"Babe, babe, babe, come on. It's nothing."
"What do you mean nothing? You're pregnant!"
"I know! I'm sorry!" She started crying. She hugged Amber's head. Her pussy was still out in the open and her breasts were as well.
"You've been fucking people behind my back?"
"No, of course not. I was just drunk one night and some fucking guy picked me up. I don't remember it at all."
"Whatever, I'm going home."
They were silent on the way home. Once they got home they talked about what they were going to do, Zina definitely couldn't dance anymore. They decided that Amber would stay home with baby while Zina (or Leslie now that she wasn't stripping,) would work at her father's business as a secretary or some dull thing.
Amber decided that having a baby might actually be good experience in some way. She may have been too faded to decide for sure. She did know for a fact that it was time to grow up. No more drinking. No more bullshit; Just a simple life with her gorgeous lesbian lover and baby Elenyx or Adrian depending on the gender.
They walked in to the bedroom and continued what they didn't finish. Zina licked Amber up and down. She was in ecstasy . A few minutes later they rubbed each other off until they both were finished and laid down for bed. Amber kept her hand on Zina/Leslie's stomach, thinking about the precious baby.

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I am a not-so accomplished writer who writes about candid subjects such as sex, booze, and the simple lives of simple people.