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[beardedmrbean]

Bad Dragon is suing SinSaint over copyright infringement of their dildo designs. What I want to know is, can you copyright the shape of a dog's dick? Because if you can, you shouldn't be able to.

I did knot need to hear about this one.

one more pun

TSG is gonna be one of the more reputable sources for this one

MARCH 25--A manufacturer of “fantasy-themed sex toys” has accused an upstart Brooklyn, New York firm of knocking off its distinctive designs, according to a federal lawsuit alleging that the defendant has infringed on copyrights for dildos such as “Spritz the Seadragon” and “Tyson the Water Buffalo.”

In a March 20 complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona, Bad Dragon Enterprises contended that its “sculptural” products have been illegally copied by SinSaint, which is headquartered in a Coney Island warehouse and advertises that all its “Ethically Manufactured” toys are “made in Brooklyn, USA.”

Bad Dragon, which noted that it has had “significant commercial success” in the adult toy field, alleged that SinSaint has been selling the duplicative dildos through its website and other trade channels, including the recent AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas (where the new firm’s exhibitor booth was next to that of the all-nude Palomino strip club).

The lawsuit identifies 13 separate dildos that Bad Dragon claims have been copied (and renamed) by SinSaint, which was incorporated in New York last year. The colorful silicone toys feature scales, tentacles, suction cups, and other design elements meant to mimic the genitalia of dragons, sea creatures, and other fantastical characters.

Some of the Bad Dragon products that SinSaint is accused of swiping are “Kelvin the Ice Dragon,” “Stan the T. Rex,” and “Vergil the Drippy Dragon.” SinSaint has not been accused of pirating other Bad Dragon offerings like “Jason the Demogorgon” or “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu.”

According to the lawsuit, SinSaint’s counsel last month stated that the company had begun removing “some of the allegedly infringing listings for product redesign.” This response, Bad Dragon contended, was “unacceptable,” adding that it “continues to be harmed by Defendant’s ongoing, unlawful conduct.”

The Bad Dragon complaint seeks an order enjoining SinSaint from continuing any further alleged

copyright infringement and seeks “disgorgement of all of Defendant’s profits” related to the artificial penises. The company may also seek statutory damages of up to $150,000 for each of the dildos in question.

For more than a decade, Bad Dragon has sought trademark and copyright protection for various product lines. While often successful, the firm’s application to trademark its “Cum Tube” was abandoned after a government attorney rejected the ejaculating dildo because the “applied-for mark consists of or includes immoral or scandalous matter.” The application included a very NSFW image, which can be found on the U. S. Patent and Trademark Office website.

According to an August 2023 trademark application, SinSaint’s owner is Oleg Semenenko, 50, a resident of Brooklyn’s gated Seagate community. Semenenko lives less than a mile from SinSaint’s warehouse, which shares an address with GlobMarble, an industrial molds business for which Semenenko is listed as “manager” in a separate trademark application filed this month.

In a brief interview today, Semenenko was asked how a dildo firm grew out of his original business. “We work with rubber,” he replied. Semenenko dismissed Bad Dragon’s claim that its products were unique and original: “How can octopus hand can be your idea?” (4 pages) ____________________________________________

Hope the judge that did the recent trump case gets this one, even though I know that's basically impossible, just the thought of making him listen to hours of testimony about how these rubber fantasy dildos are protected by copyright or trademark law, or something like that is funny to me.

It's not a revenge thing wanting it, just a keep him humble thing. I know you think you're hot shit now, so here listen to these arguments for a bit.

Totally different note, I'm wondering how long until the discourse starts up, or if it has already started up, where using horse dildos is either bestiality or a gateway to bestiality because what with the way people treat cartoons of fictional people I can't imagine it's far off or not already here.

Look to japan for the tentacle ones.........

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: imagine being like,,, a sentient sex doll. a pretty one, not one of the goofy creepy ones. a pretty little doll no bigger than maybe 30cm tall, but your owner is this huge guy that loves dressing you and using you to de-stress by shoving his cock into your silicone-insert tummy. maybe he even gets too rough and splits it open, only to have new ones ready to install...

Ooh, this one is creative! Being a pretty little plaything for someone so much bigger than me… You probably had a sentience in mind reminiscent of being trapped in a doll’s body, but I like the idea that there’s an option for sentient, responsive dolls specifically so that they can be toyed with and played with more than a normal doll ever could. It would just be cute if they were fully advertised with their moans and whines, their begging, even their screaming and tears.

Maybe my owner shelled out for a sentient doll specifically so that he could make it whine and whimper. He knows that he’s a big guy, so he figured it’d be easy enough to dominate something as small and weak as me. He’s right, of course - sentience be damned, I was still made to be a doll, so I’m powerless to resist my owner. The first time he lays his cock atop my body to show off just how much he can stuff me full, I’m terrified, but unable to resist as he slowly, slowly fucks me open, breaking me in over a period of days to mold my silicone body to the right shape.

After that, he gets rougher. The bulge of his cock in my abdomen is uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that I can’t take it. I was designed to take it, after all. I was designed to take his cock at all times, however he wants me to take it. I have to obey him when he impales me and commands that I stroke his cock through my silicone skin. I have to. My sentience fights against my purpose, arguing for free will instead of my design, but the manufacturing process wins as I have dozens of toy orgasms around a cock too big for me.

A particularly stressful day puts him in a bad mood, and he takes longer to return home from work than usual. When he does, however, he slaps a box of replacement abdominal components on his desk and then dangles me in front of them. It takes me a second to realize that, if he has the parts, he’s probably going to need them. If I were human, I would be crying in earnest, but instead I sob in a quiet simulation of resignation as he positions his cock at my entrance.

He jerks me up and down roughly, faster than he’s ever used me before. The bulge in my middle is more prominent than ever, and I scream, sensing that something inside of me will break. Much like humans, I’m programmed to know when something is wrong. I don’t have a traditional pain response, but my diagnostics system treats things like they’re painful, in a way. I just know that he’s stretching me too thin, using me too rough, pushing me to my limits, and I sob, asking him to stop, begging him to slow down. If anything, that just makes him more aggressive.

With the rip of silicone, he finally bursts through my rubber belly, and I scream. He doesn’t stop, his cock thrusting through the open hole he’s made, and he just jerks me up and down even harder. He commands me to hug his cock, to wrap my arms around it, and I can only obey, making something tight for him to thrust into as I sob for breath that I don’t even need. He keeps using me until he reaches his breaking point, and only then does he pull out and jack off to completion, cumming into my toy body cavity.

After he’s recovered from breaking me, he finally gives me the mercy of replacing my damaged silicone insert. He’s not gentle about it, not at all, and makes sure that I know he’s keeping the damaged one around - just in case he wants to really treat me rough again.

He also reminds me, with a grin, that he has enough replacement components to repeat this fun little trick with almost any of my body parts.

[thehomophobe]

A flock of busboys and maids all hurried down the dimly lit hallways. Each servant carried shopping bags, suitcases, briefcases, satchels, and the heavy weight of foreboding trepidation; they just want to please the boss.

Especially since he wasn't in a good mood. They trip over their shiny shoes and pristine skirts in haste; the boss needs his stuff, and needs it now. The single elevator repletes again and again with servants. They would use the stairs but the slightest scuff could wipe their heads off clean. 

DING!

Each ring of the elevator allows the rookeries of penguin suited men and women to arrive at a palatial lobby. Similar to a waiting room at the doctor's office. Though, those who wait here would be offered a deal or offered an execution. For the servants, this was an emergency. 

One butler, a true gentleman's gentleman, had the courage to knock on the gilded, velvety red doors. 

"Mister Potere. Your presents have arrived." While the butler spoke politely and forward, the sheer intensity sweats beneath bundles of fabric. Oh dear, those clothes are going to need a wash. 

...

CLICK!

The door open. The boss's face appears from the other side.

"Come in come in." He beckoned them inside. The rookery all scatter themselves around the penthouse; into the foyer, up the bifurcated stairs, through the halls towards the bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchens, bars, any place found in between the cracks of red and gold. 

"The rest will be with you shortly sir."

"Thank you Edmund." The boss thanked, a grin as charming as the devil emitted from his face. He thanked the servants that exited the suite as they passed, grateful of their diligence and service. 

One maid entered the lounge swiftly, carrying as many shopping bags as she could. 

"Evening Claire."

 "Evening boys." 

The maid greeted the two consorts, who were stripped down to their robes. The blonde sat on a stool at the small bar while the noirette sat on the velvet couch. 

"What are those?" Asked the blonde.

"Gifts from Mr. Potere. He bought these just for you tonight..." While the word may indicate a reward, the maid had an inference about the punishment wrapped in silky ribbons and cardboard. She didn't bother to even look inside the bag, the shop name and the weight provided clues to what's inside the boxes. She places the bags at the center of the lounge, away from the clipped-winged angels.

Claire gave a longing, somber look to the brothers. "...Take care of yourselves boys..." She blessed. 

"Thank you Claire."

"We'll try."

 The maid hurried herself out of the lounge; the last she wants is for the boss to think she's some secret mistress. 

"Isn't she a doll?" Sun commented, an arm raising his head at the bar. Moon took one bag from the pile she had carried. Inside was a plain white box tied with a pink ribbon. The ribbon unfurls revealing a black two piece. Lace that seemed to be woven by a spider. The lingerie was stitched silky promiscuity. Perfect for a man like Moon, even if it was meant for women. 

And it didn't end there.

Wine red, powder blue, decorous white, twee pink, even stranger colors like orange, green and brown. 

At the very bottom of some bags were sex toys. Molded by rubber and plastic. Used for those with love as fake as the silicon the companies manufacturing it. 

Sun nauseated. Moon grimaced. These weren't gifts. These were threats. That if you don't put those on and kneel before me, I'll have both your heads.

"The car's parked too far from the penthouse." Moon admitted. "We'll be found out. From the public if not his goons." 

"Moon I-"

*BAM*

"Ah, I see you like the gifts." The boss stepped foot through the door, grinning at his two little bunnies fondling with their torture devices. "My tendency to break things always gets the best of me. Especially in the bedroom..." 

Not a single word emitted from their mouths. Though the boss plans to make them squeal soon. 

"Hmm...Feeling shy are we?" The ginger boss stepped closer, his eyes burning towards the noirette. That's what he wants to have tonight. "You're not scared are you?" He gingerly clawed though the noirette silky hair. The stygian moved his head away from the hand he wanted to smack away. The don seemed to be pleased with his effort of escape, but continued to claw massage the head of hair. So smooth, so divine, so...

"Mmhmhmhm..." 

He gripped a lock and yanked the pallor man out off the couch. 

A yell of pain emitted from him.

The blonde try to push off the boss. 

But is only returned with a powerful smack across the face.

The blonde tumbles to the soft but hard flooring, wincing at the abusive hit. The blow had overpowered him. 

The noirette try to tear himself of his captor, but the grip only tightens. 

"Such a naughty little bunny. Did you think I forgot about your punishment?" The don snickers. The noirette punctures---or at least tries to--the arm that clutches a piece of his head as he curses out his "adoring lover". 

"Shut up you fuck!" The grip tightens.

"Wrong answer." The don chastises. "But I'll give you another chance."

"You lousy fu--"

*Thump*

The don, with all his might, shoves the noirette into the arm of the couch. The thin line of cushioning doesn't even soften the blow. A bruise forms on the stygian's pretty little head. The boss really hates to do this, but all actions have consequences.

"One last chance love, and maybe I won't use the lighter or the knife this time." 

...

Heavy, staggering breathing was Moon could respond with. With how limp his form was, you would've thought he passed out. 

"Hmph. Fine. If you won't say here, you'll say it in there." The don drags the noirette in the bedroom, but he still had some energy to at least fight back, pulling his head back to let the follicles loose. It only hurt more, each tug of escape didn't help. The don was too strong. The rest of the energy was resorted to cursing him out. The blonde recovered from the blow to free his brother. A push separated the two siblings once again. 

The doors slams shut.

Sun was left alone again.

No amount of curses or bangs could released the prisoner inside. 

"Such a good boy~."

A large erected cock plunges deep into the pharynx of Moon. Kecks was the only thing the stygian could "say" at the moment. To the boss this was the perfect punishment for the little rebel: If one is unable to speak, no insults would be spoken.

And if one is tied up, one cannot escape from their home. 

The beautiful, sadomasochistic ropes tangles the criminal consort and ties him to the bed. Perfect. Just perfect. 

"Dumb little rabbit. You break my rules, I break you." Eclipse mutters. A slap to the face awakes Moon once more. The lack of air slows him down; using the nose isn't enough to replete and deplete his lungs sufficiently. Tears in the noirette eyes as the white-hot cum poured down his throat. It tasted of bile, disgusting acid similar to the ones that melt holes into metal. 

"Make sure you swallow sweetheart~." Eclipse cooed, gently tapping the side of the (victim's) man cheek to awaken him again. The cum was being swallowed, with a instance of it dripping off the corners of Moon's lips. A claw grips his head yet again; he swore a chunk of his hair was gonna be ripped off his head. The phallus plunged as deep as it could go, the apparatus choking Moon worse than his boss holding him by the neck. At least he was sure about his death when that happens. 

"Just a little bit longer."

He could handle it any longer. 

He retched. He gagged. He felt his body spasm. But even that won't be enough to kill him.

"That's it, drink it all up dear."

Dear, sweetheart, these words meant nothing. Useless, empty, like presents wrapped in gilded paper and satin ribbons with nothing inside when opened.

He wanted to die. Please god kill him. Kill him now.

The clutch loosen.

His hair was unharmed.

His throat was free.

He could finally breathe in from his mouth, face gone pale and lips blue by this point. His lungs felt overwhelmed and sensation returned breath by breath. So much heaving with his mouth just irritated his destroyed throat more, but he pushed past it with desperation, adrenaline coming back to him.

He was alive. Sadly.

"Wasn't that fun doll~?" A claw tilted the numb consort's hanging head to face him. Eclipse hummed, his lover's too fucked out to speak.

Perfect.

A kiss of pity was pressed towards the noirette's cheek. Any semen of his was meant for his concubines, so tries to avoid any of the contaminated areas. The ribbons knotting Moon to the bed were been removed. The next phase was being prepared. Only a bit of rope tied the pallor to the bed while the rest was meant for his ectomorphic but divine body. Moon wanted to collapse, he was done, no more, please...

"Now, I'll make sure you won't walk out on me again." Eclipse hissed in Moon's ear. The tied corpse was then bent down, folded to allow the don free access to his rear. Slim hips were grabbed by sharp claws, the smooth, quartz skin gets scratched by the talons of the devil. Eclipse aligns his always-insatiable penis to the corpse.

A mortician must always fill a dead body with embalming fluid. Helps preserve the deceased. 

Moans from the stygian replaces the moist sounds behind him. A slap on the butt made the bunny yelp. Eclipse was having way too fun with this. If his throat wasn't scarred, Moon would've cursed him out; called him a fucker, a bastard, a tyrant. But the don heard those same old insults before, and shot those who cursed him out for too long. It would be as useless as the petnames Eclipse would call him. 

His anus was slowly filling with the seed of the black dahlia, the semen dripping from the hole as it overflowed. Running down his thighs and legs, then sheets of the love bed. The thorns scratched his sides with every thrusts. The rope felt tighter, suffocating him from outside. Another slap on the ass roused him. He bucked his hips. Eclipse promised to cripple him, and cripple him he shall. 

"Naughty. Little. Bunny." Eclipse thrusted harder with each word. The rope rubbed against the cuts and burns he made on Moon, claiming the sex object as his. 

A pleasure filled moan emitted from Eclipse as more cum gushed from his cock. The milk pour out and down the corpse, creating a creamy, dewy mess underneath. 

"That felt good." Eclipse muttered to himself, proud of his work. Moon, numb to the bone, laid over the disgusting, rancid mess on the bed. 

"Finish yourself off, then you're going downstairs. You and your brother have a gig tonight and I want you to be ready.  Understood?"

...

"Good."

The don goes to the conjoined bathroom installed next door.

Moon lies crumpled with a deathly look...

God...someone...anyone...please save him...

Claire brushed off the dirt and anxiety from her maid skirt. Now that she escaped the seventh level of hell she could go back to being a scullery maid.  

"Claire." A voiced stops her sprint. A hostess walk towards her, bun petite and glasses fixed. "I need you to escort our guest to the Jupiter House."

Really? Why couldn't she do it? She's a hostess. Claire's a maid. You don't ask a maid to escort guest to their rooms. You clean their messes and put air freshener and change the sheets if things got frisky. And the Houses? She just escaped from Hades, the crippling anxiety had just washed off. "Sure." The maid obliged. To the right of the hostess was said guest, who walked in confused and of course, in dire need of direction. The hostess redirected the guest to follow the overworked maid. Once again, she's forced to take the job of another. 

The guest looked...a little ragged...They reeked of sweat and alcohol that was somehow still fermenting. Claire can't judge the guests; she'll get an earful if she did. But pity isn't the right response either. Luck strikes like lightning, anyone could've won. And not to be rude, but frankly, they (need) deserved it.

"Follow me." Claire smiled. 

The maid, Claire, according to her nameplate, had beckoned you to follow her to the elevators. You're surprised to even catch what she said when your mind was clouded by satin and cotton. That man...That gorgeous man...He must be from heaven. Where it's all so peaceful. Where you wash your sins away in the tide. The promised land. You fiddled with the white glove in hand. The silky texture of the fabric felt better than the coarse roughness of crumpled dollar bills. 

"Um...excuse me?" A voice piped. The maid waved her hand in front you as if she's casting a spell to wake you. 

"Hm?"

"I was asking if you brought any sort of baggage you needed to be delivered." 

You shook your head. After tonight, you've completely forgotten everything you've scavenged from the past months. The others can have it. Whilst you mentally explained yourself, you felt the check inside your pocket.

$1,000,000.

For the 1,000,000th guest. How could they not go with the theme.

*DING*

The elevator swiftly opens. Inside was, similar to the planet, huge and spacious. Dark browns, tawny creams, marble spirals of almond, milk and black. It was lavish, with it's bifurcated stairs of marble and polished wood, ionic pillars of limestone, and high ceilings with a gorgeous chandelier. Golden, purposely dim lights added a moodiness to the room. Abstract pictures, mainly of naked people having sex and partying around decorated the place. The suite had a nutty, alcoholic scent, like sweet rum. 

In other words, it was beautiful.

"Welcome to the Jupiter House. The biggest suite here in the Meridian." Claire smiled. "Do you have your check?"

You nodded and gave her the bill.

"Alright. I'll send this downstairs. Your money will come shortly. Feel free to look around." 

...

The sound of clicking heels faded out, leaving nothing but you, the air of rich rum, and success.

Er...is it really success? You just pulled your name out of a hat and took a photo with a big fake check. You could call yourself a winner.

Shit...nah that don't sit right either. Probably because you just couldn't accept your fate. The question still bubbles and brews inside you: How the hell did you get here?!

You stared at the glove in your hand.

He got you here...

The angel at the hotel got you here.

The angel from the casino got you here.

You promised yourself to pray tonight before bed. 

Speaking of bed, where is it?

You gazed at the stairs in front of you, must be upstairs you thought. You felt for ruining the floors with your dirty boots; they must've just cleaned it for you, and now your scuffing the luxury out of them. You took careful steps upstairs. The floor above have another living room smaller than the one below; to put in perspective, this room was the size of a high school dance hall. The one below, a movie theater. Continuing its lavish theme of moody brown, timid tans and gilded edges. A wide flat tv was mounted to the right, while a large couch and chaise inhabited the left. A coffee table that ironically smelled of coffee, created a separation between. Underneath was a cow ski---no bear skin, brown bear skin rug. Deeper within was a bar stored with alcohol vary in type and expensiveness. A bartender's dream home to say the least. That's probably where the rum smell was coming from. And yet with all that, this wasn't the proper place to sleep. Luckily for you there were more doors to open, such as the double mahogany doors passed the living room. 

So once you pushed the golden handle away to peek, you were met with a whole different suite. Was this still apart of the room? Did you stumbled upon someone else's place? Did you make you way back to the entrance? It looked the exact same; browns, tans, while, blacks, all swirled into the tiles like coffee with milk and cream. There's even some pictures of real people stripped naked posing for your eyes to see. A spiral set of stairs lifted you up to the loft, where a fireplace and a comfy couch brought a sense of Christmas time in the Rockies. Even downstairs had a living room, a kitchen, a bar, some bathrooms, and probably a guest bedroom. Your curiosity didn't settled for that though, this was the biggest suite in the hotel. You might as well meander from the time.

In what felt like ages, you've completed your exploration. It truly was the biggest suite in the hotel. You must've ran into seven bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a movie theater, an indoor pool, three foyers, four lofts, a hot tub, a balcony and a sex dungeon. Clearly, as if it wasn't obvious before, this room was meant for a business man. A wealthy business man. Who has enough mistresses to fill the garden tub in the master bathroom. You didn't think of inviting anyone over for tonight. You did however, think about all the benefits you got. What did they mean by "your own personal staff team"? You didn't want servants You didn't want to boss anyone around. You wanted a nice, comfortable bed in sleep in with nice comfortable clothes and nice comforting food to fill your belly with. The fancy-shmancy stuff could be put to the side. 

You lie on the king bed in the master bedroom, your dirt and sweat and oils soak the pure white of the sheets. So much for keeping the place clean. You looked at the glove again. So pure, so clean, so...

You held the glove against your nose, deeply inhaling the sweet smell of springtime. 

You didn't learn how to read an analog clock, but judging by the night sky outside the balcony windows and lights that illuminate the inky darkness, the night was still young. Or maybe this city just never sleeps. Either way you wanted to have fun, the immense space of the suite may be a waste, but free admission to the amenities along with $1,000,000 in cash---or card--shouldn't go to waste. That's it! You're going out!

It's as if it were the early morning of Black Friday.

The patrons of the hotel were lively and buzzing, zapped and awaken by the booze flowing their veins. Their heads light and weightless, they soar with the wings gold and wine. They would head for the golden horizon. The Meridian meant the top of the world; the poles connecting the North and South, where everyone wanted to be tonight.

You squeezed yourself through the seas of people, trying to find an activity to do in the meantime. You were wide awake after all that big winning from tonight. You needed to tired yourself out. As the hostess had mentioned before, you had free admission to the casino, the restaurants, the spas, the pools, the bars, the smoking room, and the playhouse, which you realized was just the auditorium. You didn't want to gamble again so you avoided the casino. You weren't hungry. You didn't want to get drunk tonight. You didn't really smoking all that much. The spas were closed and the pool needed cleaning, meaning the only thing left for you was the auditorium. 

The crowd pushed you out of its way and to the entrance. The words "Venus' Playhouse" was plastered and lit up with bright lights like blockbusters in a cinema. On the side had a poster for tonight's show.

Dream a Little Dream

Come See How A Star Is Born

It includes a woma--er--man? An androgynous figure sitting on a giant crescent moon glittered and bedazzled with silvers and sapphires amethysts and ribbons. The figure had blue-ish black hair, cut off about the shoulders with a small undeveloped hair covering a bit of his left eye. They were pale, sickly yet somehow healthy-looking. An albino but the melanin had only transfer to the hair. They were attractive, a body as slim as model and as graceful as a dove. Those eyes, those red eyes stare into yours. Love, longing, lust, loneliness; you couldn't tell. Behind those red curtains had the answer. And you wanted to know. Just like the many patrons inside. 

Carnegie hall, you never been there, but that's what looked like. There were more than 1,000 seats lining the top, bottom, left, right, back, and front. There were circular dining tables surrounding the runaway of the stage while the normal seats became the main perimeter of the playhouse. The stage was huge and barely lit, the answer lie behind the red curtains once more. You need to find a seat for the lecture. 

"Excuse me sir?" A humble, polite voice asked. The theater attendant---you didn't what they were called---came to you. "You are the 1,000,00th guest, no?"

"That's right."

"We have reserved a seat for you upfront. The one closest to the stage." He pointed to well, the closet spot on the stage. You thanked the man but you started to get a knot in your stomach. A hobo like yourself, upfront, where all the lights illuminated your area the most. A suit would've been nice, but your check has still not arrived yet. 

While the other guests had taken their spots in the soft cushion seats above and below murmuring and muttering and gossiping to each other, you made it down the stairs to your spot. A little golden stand had the words "RESERVED", waiting for you to arrive. Damn was the stage bigger up close. You felt ostracized, the patrons watching you from above and below as if you were the main act for tonight.

You felt excluded, not exclusive.

You should've bought a change of clothes.

...

The lights dim.

Their voices fade away.

The stage holds its breath.

A light flashed.

The bright beam centered itself.

The red curtains roll up. 

There they were.

There he was.

He moved slowly, smoothly, gracefully. A hand on the hip, a hand on the pole, a hand your heart. Were his eyes on you? Were the pools of shining rubies still-flowing for you? You couldn't tell; you were to mesmerized by the way he moved his body; that narrow waist, those long legs, that well-contoured ass...

He rubbed against the pole like a bear scratching its back on a tree. You moaned internally as he turned away from the crowd, breaking eye contact with you to give a better view. The audience needs some of that sugar tonight. The other women---and men--crowding the front gazed, stared, drooled a little. Arousal was arousing and spreading across the hall. The curtains reveal what was on the poster: the moon. The silver-gilded, bejeweled moon. Right behind the man orbiting the metal pole like a satellite. Like a moon. 

At an opportune moment of the song, he grasped his upper thighs with a soft smack, slowly but firmly trailing his fingers up as his hips continued to sway in time. He turned back after a moment of teasing and grinding, eyes capturing yours immediately as he halted the coordinated spin. But still commanding the attention of the adoring crowd in between you. You felt a warm sensation; your little friend, your third leg, your dick was errecting.

Holy shit did he just take off all his clothes?

Ok not all of it; an indigo thong---that just empathized his hips---along with silky garters and stockings covered himself. He gave a cheeky look over his shoulder before giving another spin to face the crowd and the responding noise from the audience became louder than the music for a moment. You were sweating. You tried no to howl with the rest of the crowd as well as try to "soothe'' your little friend from below.

*Click. Click. Click.*

He owned the runaway; each click of the heels matched the beat of the song, but was way out-of-tune with your heart beat. As he came closer, the spotlight followed him. The patrons all stared at him, idolizing the prostitute.

Then he came down the steps.

Wait since when were there steps?!?!?!

The man rubbed a socialite's shoulders, kissed a mistresses hand, licked another man's ear. He pampered those lucky enough to be in the front.

And then he went to you. With hunger and lust in his eyes, he sat in your lap. Two milky white hands wrapped around your neck, even tough he was taller than you. The man smirked deeply, observing what he was dealing with. Your little friend woke up again. He chuckled, rolling his hips at the sudden erection before slipping a hand deep within your filthy folds of fabric. It was cold but warm, having the man feel your incessant heartbeat as he gazed into your eyes. He got up from your lap and walked behind you. 

A hand slips from your shoulder, revealing the milky white arm...

Wait...

The man walked back up the stairs from the runaway and towards the pole. The music was ending. A flirtatious look was given directly to you once again before the angel santured backstage.

The curtains close.

The music ends.

The lights turn off.

A roar of applause and chants for an encore erupted the hall. You sat on your seat frozen and hot. You clutched a hand on your chest to relax your heart. Until you felt something solid and thin inside.

A card was placed inside your jacket.

"Meet me in the Gemini Suite~. "

"🌙"

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hi sex witch! i was wondering if u had any resources on natural rubber being bodysafe or not? ive been using this gaia vibrator (lilac bullet something something) and it just occurred to me that its not a material i know for sure is safe, but i can't find too much on it

hi anon,

I'm gonna be so real right now: I think it's important to own when you don't know something, and this isn't something I can find a good answer for.

I like Blush a lot and have wholeheartedly recommended their Gaia bullet vibes, which are made of a biodegradable plastic blend that is 100% body safe. other toys on their site are body safe pretty well across the board; it's a lot of silicone and ABS plastic, both of which are perfectly body safe.

the rubber blend toys give me pause. rubber on its own is non-toxic but is a porous material, meaning that while it won't bleed chemicals into your body (the #1 danger issue with most unsafe sex toy materials) it can and does harbor bacteria and germs that cannot be 100% cleaned. with most rubber toys the best case scenario is to use it with a condom and dispose of it in a year or less to be safe, which means they are (in my opinion) kind of a waste.

the reason I hesitate to write off Blush's Gaia rubber toys is because it appears they're not using straight rubber but "BioTouch", which is a "proprietary version of natural rubber material" that "meets strict mechanical and chemical requirements." that's a little vague and on a lot of websites would not give me any peace of mind at all, because the sex toy industry is entirely unregulated and manufacturers can really put whatever the shit-fuck they want on their websites about how safe their toys are. honestly I wish Blush had bothered to specify whose requirements they're using to measure their safety!

now, having said that, while I generally err on the side of caution and don't trust businesses with anything, if it were me and my holes I would probably trust Blush and their products not to poison me with mold, because this is a company whose products I have personal experience with and who seem like they're really operating on the level everywhere else. ultimately it's up to you to make that call based on the info you have!

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Injection molding, in which cast material is poured into molds to create items, and vacuum casting services are very comparable processes. The kinds of molds used in injection molding and vacuum casting differ from one another.

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