His character, Aragorn, sported my favorite physical features – dark hair, beard, mustache, and piercing eyes. So, duh, I named my beloved vibrator ...after him. And now … he is lost … inside my ass … buzzing.Please stop laughing as this is a really serious situation. I need your full support and understanding in this incident. First, I will catch you up on how this embarrassing predicament occurred.A little while ago, I slipped my soft pink nightie over my head and slid underneath my satin. " I used kisses for punctuation.Some things I will never forget. Some of that night is hazy, but certain things stand out, glistening on the beach of memory. The sound of her heels on the wooden floor as she led me to her bedroom, a leather clad woman taking her rag doll to the toy-box. Undressing her that first time, the smell of her, kissing her skin as I pealed back the leather. Watching us in the mirrored headboard as I knelt on hands and knees, her fingers buried in my hair as her strap-on. For example, I remember as a kid of eleven and twelve and then even older, having a male cousin sleep over from time to time. I was a compulsive nudist in my room during the evenings, and even with my cousin around, I didn't make an exception. Mind you, I was not and am not gay, but it's now clear to me, that even as a kid, I got a charge out of being stark naked in front of somebody else.The first couple of times my cousin slept over one summer, I waited until we were going to hit the sack to. Pulling her up a little more, I then untied her and made her crawl to me, using the leash that I had put on her collar in the truck. As she came to me, I thrust my hard, throbbing cock into her open waiting mouth. Holding her head still, I began to face fuck her hard and deep, being a good slave, she was prepared and relaxed her throat so as not to gag on my cock. As I began to feel the passion she was feeling for me, I pulled out of her mouth. I slid behind her, grabbing her hair and pulling.