Finally, the Favor is Returned

I don’t hear from Forbidden Fruit very much anymore, but Saturday afternoon, I got a text from him telling me that his best friend, Eric, was in town. I didn’t care much at first, because I was sleeping, plus I remember him telling me a couple months ago that he had a girlfriend. I asked about said girlfriend, and he said that ended a while ago. I began to care very much, but told him I would get ahold of him when I woke up.

A couple hours later, when I woke up, I called Forbidden Fruit and asked what they wanted to do. He suggested that they come over to my place and we play it by ear. When they showed up, I gave them a quick tour of my newest place, then we all went for coffee at starbucks in a neighboring town. After coffee we went and picked up pizza to take back to my place.

We ate the pizza, then tried to figure out what we wanted to do next. Somehow, we all ended up naked, and I really don’t remember how. It started with Forbidden Fruit taking off his pants, then him taking off Eric’s pants, then Eric taking off mine (after struggling with the double buttons).

Next, Forbidden Fruit took off his shirt, Eric took off mine, then I took off Eric’s. Forbidden Fruit took off my bra. Forbidden Fruit then suggested that Eric and I kiss. I made a joke about de ja vu, since that is kinda how we started with things last time.

Eric and I kiss, and it was nice. We did a lot of sucking on bottom lips, and it felt amazing. I remember the last time we sucked on each other’s bottom lips he ended up giving me a hickey on the inside of my bottom lip that lasted a long time.

After kissing for a few minutes, I sat on the end of the bed and pulled him with me. We were all in our underwear, Eric in boxers and me in a blue thong. Eric started rubbing my mound, feeling me through the thin, lacy fabric. I started sighing with pleasure. We kept kissing while he rubbed me.

After a bit, Forbidden Fruit and Eric started to pull off my thong, and Forbidden Fruit yanked down Eric’s boxers. We situated ourselves so that Eric and I were sitting at the head of the bed against the pillows. When I asked what he wanted to do, Eric suggested we exchange oral. I was all for it.

I grabbed some green apple flavored lube and got a small amount on my fingers before rubbing it onto his cock. I curled up next to him and went to work. First, I pulled down his foreskin to reveal the head, then swirled my tongue around the head. Finally, after getting his head nice and wet, I slowly lowered my mouth onto his cock, massaging it with my tongue as I went.

Once I got a good rhythm, I began bobbing my head up and down, still massaging. I wrapped my right hand around the base and went a little bit faster. After a bit I started to cramp up, so I grabbed a pillow and rested my left side on it and went back to sucking. It wasn’t long before I heard a sharp intake of breath and Forbidden Fruit saying that Eric was getting close and not to let him finish yet. I looked up and asked if he was close and he said that Forbidden Fruit was right.

I asked if we could have sex, but he said he wanted to go down on me instead. Honestly, after 2.5 years of not getting the favor returned, I didn’t think he was serious about it, but he was. I leaned back against the pillows and spread my legs. He got in between them and began to lick.

He licked up and down my pussy, until finally sliding his tongue into my slit and finding my clit. He gave it a few licks with his tongue, then buried his face in me to suck on my clit and everything surrounding it. I have to say, it felt amazing. All this time I felt like there was something wrong with me, and that was why the favor got returned. No, it wasn’t me, just the people I was with.
I let him continue to lick, suckle, and bury his face. While he ate me out, I moaned about how good it felt, and gave sighs of pleasure.

Sadly, this was a work night for me, and before we knew it it was time for me to get ready. We procrastinated for a bit, all three of us laying on my bed, talking. The guys spent some time teasing me some more, while Eric attempted to give my inside lip another hickey.

Eventually, we did get out of my bed and get dressed. Forbidden Fruit piled our clothes and separated them earlier, so each person had their own pile. It was a great way to start my work week. Thanks guys!

One Afternoon Stand

About a week before my birthday, Forbidden Fruit informed me that his best friend (who we will call Eric) was coming into town for a few days and his birthday present to me was that Eric and I are able to fool around. He said Eric was very into it, and had never done anything before, not even kiss. I must admit, I was intrigued. I told him I would think about it.

Timing never seemed to be right the whole time that Eric was in town, but finally on his last day here, Forbidden Fruit called to see if I was home and that my mom was gone. She was, so he said they would be over soon. Within that hour, there was a knock on my door and I let the two guys in.

It started out very awkward, as both Eric and I were very shy. I didn’t know what he wanted, what he was okay with, etc. Forbidden Fruit helped by pushing the right buttons on me, knowing how to get me worked up. He then had us each take turns removing an article of clothing.

The first thing to go was the shoes and socks, next was our shirts. Eric seemed intrigued by my pierced nipples. There was a lot of nervous giggling, but finally Forbidden Fruit was able to go sit in the corner (the condition of us hooking up was that he got to watch, out of curiosity), and Eric’s and my hormones finally kicked in.

It started with Eric caressing my tits, squeezing and twisting my nipples (so much better with the piercings). Next he bent his head down and began to suck on my right tit, flicking the piercing with his tongue. I let out a small moan, as I had never felt sensation like that before the piercings. For the first time ever my nipple began to feel over stimulated. He soon switched over to the other nipple and began to work on it.

By this time we were both incredibly worked up. However, there was one small detail I failed to mention to them at the beginning of this. Thanks to Mother Nature, I had some female issues that prevented me to do some things that I wanted to do, or let be done. I was not happy about this, making me hesitant to do much more.

I knew I had to say something, so I used the excuse of not being ready to “go all the way,” but was willing to go down on Eric. He seemed eager enough, and it didn’t take long for him to take off his pants and me get a hold of his cock. I made it nice and hard by massaging it.

I bent my head down and went to work. I licked and teased the tip of his cock with tongue, flicking and licking, swirling my tongue around so that my mouth was finally filled with cock.

Bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock, I would try to remember to stimulate his balls and nipples every so often. I continued to suck, and to switch it up a bit, I would remove my mouth and lightly blow on him. He moaned. I bent my head a little further and sucked on each ball, one at a time.

To tease him a little bit, I stopped sucking and starting kissing and biting my way up his chest, paying specific attention to his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I looked up and asked if he was ok with actual kissing. He said it sounded good.

I positioned myself so that my face was inches from his and went for it. It started as a light peck, but then we pecked some more, each kiss getting a little bit longer. After a few kisses we began full on making out, sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. That was the best kiss I ever had.

After a while of kissing, I went back to sucking his cock.

Soon after though, we realized the time. He didn’t have time to finish and my mom was due home any minute. We stopped, got dressed, and went with Forbidden Fruit to get coffee and lunch.


Last week Forbidden Fruit came over. On the way there, he mumbled something about wanting a hand job. As soon as he said that, I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. “Does that excite you?” he asked. “Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

When we got to my house, he made no acknowledgement to what he said earlier, so I asked him. “I thought you wanted a hand job..” I said, the irritation at the idea of being teased by him present in my voice. “I was kidding. You actually believed me?” he answered. “Well, yeah, of course I did. I know you want one. I could tell by the tone of your voice when you said it in the first place,” I answered, though the idea of not having his nice, hard, throbbing cock in my hands, in my control sent a wave of disappointment flow through me.

I then became determined to make him want that hand job he was supposedly joking about. “Have I showed you these?” I asked, pulling out my deck of nude male playing cards from my toy drawer. “No, where did you get these?” he asked with a hint of a smile on his face. “I got them a few years ago. My mom got them, and one day I found them, asked to play with them. She came out later and saw me playing solitaire with them. She seemed shock that the guys were nude. I think she forgot about them, so I kept them.

As I said this, I looked down and could see his hard on grow while he flipped through the cards, commenting on each one. He caught me peeking. “You want me to take it out?” he asked. “If you want,” I said, trying not to be too obvious.

He slowly started to unzip and I felt my pussy clench. Next he unbuttoned his jeans and in that second his cock was visible through his boxers. “Are you gonna finish what you started?” he asked. “Maybe. Are you serious this time? I thought you were joking about wanting a hand job.” I answered in a teasing tone. He started to “put it away” when I placed my hand on top of his hard cock and rhythmically started to rub up and down.

He moved my hand for just a second, so that he could pull off his jeans and boxers so that I had better access. On my knees, I started pumping the foreskin up and down the head, starting slow and working faster.

I kept looking at the time, because once again we were cutting it close. We had less than ten minutes to catch the bus to leave. I picked up my pace on pumping his hard, stiff cock, and within seconds he was cumming all over.

We made it to the bus just as it was pulling up.


I have a bunch of half finished posts to write. I have tried to steer toward real life posts, things that have actually happened, but nothing too eventful. Most of the posts I am meaning to finish are some filler posts of erotica.

However, I am hesitant to posts these/finish them. This is mainly because I am afraid of seeming like I am repeating myself, or seeming boring. I am however, considering putting up some things I wrote back in high school, some erotic things. My writing has evolved so much, especially in the language I use.

As a mini update of things to come, I did get some girl/girl action the other night. Pictures will be included.
Toby caught me at work a couple weeks ago and asked me to resend a friend request because he can add me now. I did, and he accepted, though I never see him anymore, so I am pretty much over him.

I got my first anal toy, a small anal plug. I have not used it yet, but when I do, I will let you know how it worked. I also got some other new, more expensive toys. Toys such as the Mia, Gigi, and the Pure wand. So far the Pure wand is my favorite.

Tomorrow I will also have a post telling about my latest encounter with Forbidden Fruit, who seems to be less Forbidden.


During my whole twenty years of life I have learned to hate Valentine’s Day with a bloody passion. I have never had anyone to call my Valentine, and have been single for every one. That is, unless you count the dinner I had with my ex last year, when I thought he felt nothing more for me than being a friend. Four days after that dinner he kissed me, and two days later he was my boyfriend. We all know how that ended.

All I really want, is just some guy, that I am attracted to, whether it be personality or whatever else, ask me for my number. Then I want him to call me that night and ask me to hang out, go eat, do whatever. A date. The traditional kind where the guy picks up the girl, takes her on the date, then drops her off at the end of the night and gives her a kiss, either on the cheek, forehead, or even lips if the feelings were right.

I want our relationship to start out slow. I really kind of hate moving fast. I mean, hormones make me get a little caught up in the moment, so I don’t mind that we moved fast until later, when I start to feel bored. Every relationship I have been in we have moved way too fast.

I tell them that I want to move slow, to a certain extent. As things progress, I tell them not to let me near their nether regions, as I tend to lose control. They accept this for a few days, then they help me along, and I lose control of my hormones. Yeah, I know, he must not have respected me if he let that happen, but, its partially my fault too, as I need to have more will power.

Anna said to me once that I was lucky for being single. This pissed me off a little. I mean, its fun to do what I want, when I want, but it really gets lonely sometimes. I mean, I can’t just call my guy up and say “Hey, let me blow you,” because I am horny. No, I have to wait for my sexual opportunities to come to me. It kind of sucks.

I mean, I want a boyfriend in a way, so I can “get some” whenever I feel the need, I can practice my new ideas whenever they come to me, but I am also afraid to get one because I will feel tied down. I would feel like I wouldn’t be able to blog anymore, or at least not as explicit as I have been, and that I won’t get to mess around with Forbidden Fruit or Anna and Nathan.

So yeah, I hate Valentine’s Day, AKA Single’s Awareness Day. I always get lonely and depressed around this time. It’s a time where I need my friends the most. Yet I think I have learned to depend on them a little too much…

Cutting it Close

It took me forever to fall asleep. After I untangled my feet from Forbidden Fruit’s, I carefully got out of bed to go clean off my hand and use the restroom. When I got back in bed, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t believe I actually got a “second chance” with Forbidden Fruit. For once he didn’t seem so forbidden anymore, though I figured that would change by morning.

I woke up at seven, when the alarm clock went off. I wanted espresso bad, since I had not slept very soundly that night. I tend to stay in one position all night when I have someone next to me, in fears of waking them up or disturbing them, so I was uncomfortable most of the night.

“It’s seven o’clock. If we hurry up and get up, we can go next door to the coffee shop and get coffee before Jenny gets here to pick us up for school,” I said softly. He just kind of moaned, and told me he didn’t feel like hurrying. I went out to see what my mom was up to. Apparently she was just leaving to go to work, a half an hour early even. She told me goodbye, reminded me to lock the door when I leave and left. It was just him and I for the next half hour until Jenny picked us up.

I went back in my room and commented that my mom left early. He sat up, and that’s when I noticed his cock sticking straight up and down out of his boxers. “Morning wood, or are you just horny again?” I asked teasingly. “A little of both,” he replied.

I sat next to him on the bed then, and rested my hand on his hard shaft, beginning rhythmic motions up and down again, moving his foreskin over the head, and back down to the shaft.

“Why don’t you get some lube,” he said.

“What kind? Just regular or the warming kind?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he answered

“I’ll use the regular, because if I get the flavored/warming kind, I would be tempted to give you a blowjob instead,” I responded automatically.

He shifted himself when I got back on the bed so that I half sat, half lay between his legs. I squeezed a dime sized amount of lube into my hand and rubbed it around until it was slightly warm, then placed my hand over his waiting cock.

Up and down my hand moved, rhythmically. When my pace quickened, he placed his hand over mine and said that I didn’t have to jerk so fast. The foreskin gives extra sensation, also meaning that I didn’t need to keep my hand so low on the shaft, and that I should keep it towards the top. He explained that I was used to “cut guys” and not used to the foreskin. I began jerking him the way he showed me.

After a few minutes, I tried racking my brain for something creative to do for giving a handjob. I always preferred blowjobs over handjobs, just because there was more to do, especially with being able to use my tongue. That is when I remembered a technique for sexual massage on a video I owned.

I did as I remembered from the video, and made my hands seem like a continuous tunnel. I started from the bottom of the shaft, slowly moving my hand upwards. When there was enough room at the bottom of the shaft, I placed my free hand at the bottom, repeating as I did with the first hand.

He didn’t seem to complain, so I kept it up. Eventually, I switched back to the traditional method of sliding one hand up and down his cock. He then placed my free hand on his balls and told me to pay attention to them as well. I did as best as I could, for someone who is not a multi-tasker.

I knew we were getting pressed for time. Both of us were still in our pajamas, hair still crazy from just waking up. I kept looking at the clock, very distracted, worrying about when Jenny would call to say when she was on her way.

Just as if she read my mind, my phone rang. I told him to answer it, since my hands were covered in lube. He answered, and asked her how long it would take her to get to my place.

When he hung up, he told me we had 5-6 minutes. I asked if he could finish by then, and he replied with a maybe. He took over the cock rubbing after that, while I massaged his balls. In no time, he was cumming.

When he was done, I jumped up and grabbed a washcloth for him, washed my hands, threw on the closest clothes I could find. Just as we picked up brushes for our hair, Jenny called to say she was at my door.


Last night, hanging out with Jenny and Forbidden Fruit, we all decided to have a sleepover. Still not sure on who’s house, mine or Jenny’s, it was a for sure thing. Yes, it was a school night, but we did not want to stop hanging out.

Forbidden Fruit called his mom, and told her what was going on. Everything was ok with her. I then called my mom, and told her that we all would be having a sleepover, still undecided on whose house. She said that was fine.

We ended up at my house, but at about 9ish, Jenny decided she didn’t want to sleepover because she wanted to go home. That left me and Forbidden Fruit alone until the morning when Jenny would come and pick us up for school.

We stayed up and watched Friends for a little bit and played wow. At about 10 we decided we were tired and should go to sleep. I asked my mom if I needed the door open and she answered with a strict yes. Damn, there went my plans…or so I thought.

Forbidden Fruit and I lay there talking. Just stuff about school, friends, life, etc. Around 11 or so, we kind of got quiet. Friends was still playing on the TV, and he was watching. I was just kind of half listening. I started to say something, but he told me to shush because my mom was coming. I didn’t hear at first, but when I finally did hear her, I pretended to be asleep. I don’t know why I faked being asleep, I just had a feeling it was the best thing to do. She told him she was going to bed.

So, here I was, with my door open, horny as hell. It didn’t help the fact that Forbidden Fruit was laying next to me. He started trying to scratch his back, but was failing miserably. I decided to help him out, and I began scratching for him.

As I scratched, he arched his back, making it possible to scratch everywhere else. I continued scratching for a minute or so, then slowly started to trail my finger nails up his arms, back down, and over his chest. He grabbed the headboard of my bed and arched again, quietly moaning.

I gave him a quiet shush as I continued to tease with my long fingernails. So many times I pictured him grabbing my headboard, like he was handcuffed there, and now it was finally coming true, minus the handcuffs.

Without warning, I stopped what I was doing. I took my hand away and just watched his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Tease,” he mumbled quietly. “Now you know how I feel every time,” I replied back. At the same time I said this, I started trailing my fingernails back over his trembling body.

Slowly, I worked my way down his arms, over his chest, to pause at the elastic band of his boxers. He gave a small gasp as I wrapped my hand over his stiff cock.

I began running my finger along the tip, up and down the shaft, picturing my finger as my tongue, wishing it was, but knowing that would be crossing his lines, as well as being risky since the door to my room was open.

I slowly started to stroke his cock, feeling it in my hand. I used my other hand to carefully massage his balls. His breathing got harder as my stroking got quicker. I felt his foot find mine, slowly moving it up and down my leg. Our legs intertwined and we were connected in a way.

I continued to stroke and tease. I would move his foreskin up and down the shaft and over the head. With the hand I was using for stimulating his balls, I slowly traced up his chest and his arms, back down. Around his nipple I traced, just to give it a gentle pull.

He then changed positions, with me still stroking his hard cock. He got into a position that allowed him to put his hand through my night shirt and play with my breasts. He massaged them, running his hand all over my chest (did I mention how much I love to feel someone running their hands over me), squeezing my nipples just enough so that I could feel it, to send a tingle run through me, down to my throbbing clit.

I continued moving my hand up and down his cock, listening to him moan in short quick breaths. I loved hearing him moan, so I concentrated on my rhythm, trying not to lose pace.

He removed his hand from my shirt and moved it to the waist band of my pajama pants. I adjusted so that he could have better access as he slipped his hand inside, searching for my clit. I gasped a quiet moan when he found it. “Is that it?” he asked me, it being his first time with a girl, or anyone for that matter. “Yes,” was all I could say as I felt my body shudder in pleasure.

He slowly and rhythmically moved his fingers in small, slow circles. I continued stroking his cock, one hand moving rhythmically up and down, the other cupping his balls, giving a slight massage when I could manage the multitasking.
Finally, I felt him tense up, his breathing get harder and faster. He came then, hard and fast.

To be continued…


Sometimes Forbidden Fruit drives me crazy. Sometimes that’s a good thing, other times I think it’s a bad thing. For instance, one minute he will be super cuddly towards me, other times he seems like he doesn’t want to be near me, touching me.

He grabs at me all the time, I grab at him. I love to surprise him and pinch his nipples, just to hear him cry out. I love the sound he makes. Whenever he calls me on the phone, he does not seem to want to get off the phone, and acts upset and heartbroken when I need to go for one reason or another. Sometimes he will call me back later, other times he will fall asleep and forget to call me back. However, when I call him, he does not seem to be in the mood to talk to me.

One thing though, that sent me over the edge tonight, was when he bit my neck. I think I have mentioned several times before that I love to have my neck bit, and that it makes me crazy. Like, super horny, and my pussy dripping wet. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him right there. Ahh, what also sent me almost over the edge tonight was when he looked me right in the eyes, took my face in his hands, leaned his face in with his lips puckered out, then kissed the tip of my nose. Not before getting dangerously close to my lips.

What is wrong with him? He knows that I want him, and he uses that to his every advantage. He makes it clear that I can’t have him, but then hints at the potential of wanting me (when he wants something).

So, what stops me from making an ass of myself, growing some balls, and just kissing the guy? Only the fact that it would be his first kiss. Oh, how I want to be his first, his first a lot of things. But the fact that he wants his first kiss to be special, and most preferably from a guy, I don’t have the heart to take that away from him, violating that space, crossing that line. Sometimes I really hate morals.

My first kiss was different for me. I had wanted my first kiss since the sixth grade, and finally got it in my sophomore year. Ha, I can even tell you the date and time of it. It was October 9, 2003 at about 2:53 P.M. Central time. Yeah, I have like, a really good memory when it comes to my firsts. I have a list somewhere in my pile of poems, memories, and pictures. Maybe someday I will put it up here. However, my first kiss is not the point of this entry.

The point of this entry is the fact that Forbidden Fruit drives me crazy. From the moment I met him, I always had a feeling about him. I had, and still kind of do, but not as strong, this feeling like something would happen between us. Whether it was a friend with benefits, a boyfriend, or something else.

It’s times like these that I wish I had a penis. Maybe then would he possibly do something more than just tease me. Any advice on how to win him over? Or do you think he is a lost cause? My crush on him isn’t as strong as last semester, but that is because it has been so long since I have seen him. I didn’t see him all winter break, but now that I am hanging out with him almost every day again, my feelings for him are coming back.

On a happier note (though I hope putting this up doesn’t jinx things), Forbidden Fruit and I are planning a little sleep over at my house during spring break (which unfortunately isn’t until mid March). I already got the OK from my mom, and we plan to hang out at our friend’s family’s restaurant, then have my mom pick us up after she gets off work, then got get pizza, maybe rent a movie. When we get hungry, we will cook the pizza, and plan to play WoW as long as our eyes can stay open. It should be super fun. Maybe I can seduce him… Anyone have any ideas on how?

Phone Sex

The last few weeks of my winter break from school were spent house sitting. I have never felt comfortable doing anything naughty there. This is mostly just my paranoia that someone would know, and it just wasn’t comfortable to do it, let alone bring toys.

So, you can imagine my frustration I felt when I was finally able to go home. It had been over two weeks for me since I had played with any of my toys. That first night back, I was too tired to really do anything, plus I was way more into reading than taking care of my “needs.” Plus, my mom was home, and I wasn’t sure how quiet I could be.

It was a day or two later of being home, when I called Forbidden Fruit. I ended up waking him up, but did not feel bad about it, since on my nights off from work he would call me at one, three, and five in the morning, just because he was awake and bored.

He started telling me how he was playing with himself. I tried to ignore him, but he kept it up. Finally, I gave in, and got my vibrator out and pressed it to my clit. It sent shivers through my body. I gasped out loud, and he asked what I was doing. I told him.

He then asked me what I was wearing. I told him it was nothing exciting, just some pajama pants and a shirt. He asked me to take them off. I didn’t question him, and why he all of a sudden seemed so interested in me. I didn’t care. I was just excited to think that I was having phone sex for the first time, especially with Forbidden Fruit, the last person I would have thought to have it with me.

We continued on. I would tell him what I was doing, he would tell me what he was doing. I would tell him how much I wanted to suck his cock, and how I would go about doing it.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped talking to me, and seemed to be annoyed. I waited, and then I realized someone was talking to him. He was interrupted. Not long after, my mom came home, so I had to hide my toys and get back dressed. Forbidden Fruit had to go do something for his mom, but said he would call me back later.

An hour later, my phone rang, and of course it was him. It was like we had never stopped, and we picked up where we left off. I got naked again, and put my toys back where they belonged; my glass dildo in my dripping, throbbing pussy and my bullet on my clit.

Not five minutes later, he started to say he was close. I had been holding back, and let my orgasm take over. We came in unison, moaning and breathing heavy, telling the other that they were cumming.

We picked up normal conversation then, but soon after, I realized I still wasn’t fully satisfied. I told him, and he said he felt the same. After a while, I put my toys back into position and went to work. Only this time he didn’t join me, just talked dirty to me.

It didn’t take me long for me to cum again.

Wireless Discovery

A couple of weeks ago, the week before finals to be exact, I wore my wireless bullet to school one last time. As Anna, Forbidden Fruit, and I hung out in the library, I would feel him turn the vibe on and off. Then I noticed that it seemed extra loud. I had never had a problem with it being too loud before, so I figured maybe the motor was dying (nothing new there).

All of a sudden, Anna kind of jumped. We both looked at her with a  funny look. She told us her purse was vibrating. She doesn’t have a cell phone, so we figured out immediately two things. Number one, her vibe was making the noise, not mine. Number two, my control could power her vibe.

That is not the best part of the story about the vibe.

Later, Jenny picked Forbidden Fruit and I up and we went to the local sex toy store. As we were getting out of the car, he flipped the power button, making my crotch come alive. He turned it off as we walked in, but turned it back on a few seconds afterwards.

I noticed the cashier was showing a product to a customer. She looked concerned, and by the way she was talking, it sounded like the toy she was showing was having issues. I figured out what those issues were a few seconds later when Forbidden Fruit turned my vibrator on.

It turned out the toy the cashier was showing was the same one I was using. I went up to Forbidden Fruit and whispered to him what I figured out and he started laughing. We told Jenny to come over to where we were, and told her too. She thought it was hilarious.

However, after a few minutes of our whispering, laughing, and flipping our on and off switch, the cashier figured out what was so funny. The next time we tried to turn it on she exclaimed that it wouldn’t work anymore because she took the batteries out.

We were thinking, what a great April Fool’s joke it would be to get a bunch of friends together, and one at a time go into the sex toy store, ask for a demonstration on how the cordless bullets work, and before the cashier turns on the power, have another friend flip their own switch.