crimson_battle_angel: well...I'm not sure what I was doing at the time to get me so aroused *blinks* but lately it doesnt take much...I only know that I was sitting in front of the compy, it was like 5 am,and my hand suddenly found its way into my sweats....

 

crimson_battle_angel: now I didn't bother to pull them down as yet....choosing instead to go for a repeat performance of a previous night where it had gone on and on for about an hour before I finally *blinks*came...for some reason I like the image of *blinks* climaxing inside my sweats....its warmer...its stickier...and its all around more arousing....plus theres this killer sensation when my *blinks twice* dick rubs against the fabric of my boxers.....

 

crimson_battle_angel:  anyway I began to go at it, pumping my hand up and down the length of my semi hard *blinks*  member, when I got the tingling urge in my backside for the *blinks quite rapidly* spoon. Ever since the first time I tried the spoon I have to admit that *blinks* masturbating just isn't the same without it......so I sat up to grab the spoon, which to my dissappointment was not there. It was gone....

 

crimson_battle_angel: for a few moments I continued to stroke myself, pumping my hand up and down, biting my lip at the intense sensation of the *blinks* head of my member rubbing against the fabric that was now stretched tight against it. I kept it up until I could feel that sharp, warm rising feeling thats so hard to resist, and then I stopped, realizing then that the *blinks* orgasm wouldnt be the same without the spoon.....

 

crimson_battle_angel: so, hovering precariously at the edge of climax, i stood up, taking my usual pride in how far out my sweats stretched to accomidate my now swollen member, and then wincing a bit as the head rubbed against the fabric threatening to make me cum against my will...so I reached into my pants and adjusted it. The I made the journey downstairs to retrieve the spoon.\

 

crimson_battle_angel: I got the spoon, a normal spoon with a rounded cylindrical green handle, and I practically raced back upatairs, closing my door quietly and locking it, figuring it would be safer to make up an excuse for having my door locked than have someone walk in on me now....I dropped my sweats down to around my ankles now, and fell back onto the bed. I put my hand back to work, working my member back up to its original state of near orgasm before lifting

crimson_battle_angel: and then I placed the handle of the spoon at my *blinks* hole, and without any concern for lubrications or what not, I pushed it in. As usual I felt my dick twitch in my hand, my eys closed, and I inched into me inch by painful inch. Then I pulled it back slowly and forced it in again, doing my best not to whimper to loudly, wishing my bed would not creak, and willing myself not to climax too soon. It wasnt long before I was pumping on hand up and down while the spoon went in and out of me. I felt myself clench around it, each stroke of my member intensified by the mere prescence of the spoon inside me....

 

crimson_battle_angel: I felt the rising in a completely different fashion, as if I were going to scream at any moment. To compare the average orgasm to this would be like comparing a handful of sugar to cake, both are sweet but one has so much more to offer. I mean I couldnt control myself. I mean my hand was moving faster and faster and it felt as if a piston were pumping in and out of me. I whimpered I moaned, I couldn't help it and then, as if someone set of a bomb I felt myself hit my limit and I heard myself cry out through clenched teeth in spite of all my efforts to be silent. I came all over my hand and stomach, and I didnt stop pumping until I was done and i was spent and I couldnt go any longer. Then I went into the bathroom and cleaned and sanitized the spoon, dressed, and took the dog for a walk.

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crimson_battle_angel: the first time I used the spoon was a loooong time ago....

 

crimson_battle_angel: I just got really...erm....horny >< and decided that I wanted to have some idea of what it felt like to erm...ahem...well you know.

 

crimson_battle_angel: So I got a spoon. It was at my grandmas house and no one was home....

 

crimson_battle_angel: and I think it was just upstairs with me. A spoon with a blue...ahem...phallus shaped handle....

 

crimson_battle_angel: And I was just in that kinda mood.....and I knew all about..erm...the mainstream item thats used for the same reason......so I figured it would be a good idea to see.....

 

crimson_battle_angel: so I pulled down my pants and didnt hesitate shove it inside me.

crimson_battle_angel: Well...

 

crimson_battle_angel: that first time it didnt feel all that yummy

 

crimson_battle_angel: it hurt pretty bad.....not like ouch ouch make you cry pain...but it was uncomfortable. so that was the first chapter of it. the best thing I realized then was that it felt really nice everytime I pulled it out...and that was enough to make me keep the spoon...I mean I didnt want anyone to eat with it..ewwww.

ff8bishonen_squall: mmmhm....go on

crimson_battle_angel: so I took it home with me and had several more adventures of the same sort. The thing was I just kinda...well...screwed myself with it and that was it. i didn't do anything else. Eventually I just stopped.

 

crimson_battle_angel: It couldnt have been more than a few months ago when I started again...

 

crimson_battle_angel: but this time it was prompted by something Id read on a site

 

crimson_battle_angel: well...it was tips for writing a good sex scene....

crimson_battle_angel: and it was in this section about positions....

 

crimson_battle_angel: said that the missionary position makes your prostate more available for stimulation or whatever....

 

crimson_battle_angel: and it was like that makes for incredible sex and all......

 

crimson_battle_angel: so I had to see what it meant.

 

crimson_battle_angel: I went and got a spoon from the kitchen, and I layed on the floor up in my room, lifting my legs up towards my chest, and I erm....inserted the spoon...and slowly pushed it further and further into me.....until it did indeed run into something that caused...uh...little marty to jump

crimson_battle_angel: I was doing it....sliding it in and out of me...and then I started to....well...well masturbate. So I was doing the thing with the spoon and jerking off at the same time and as it starteed to get more intense I kinda started thrusting a bit faster and harder than I would have were I not under the effects of impending orgasm, and I felt the spoon hit something insside me and BAM! I I was yelling out loud spontaneously and involuntarily for the first time...back arched and shooting quite a large amount all over my hands and tummy. it was THE most intense thing I'd felt since my very first orgasm, and there began the legacy of the spoon.