Unlike the Fleshlight, this realistic vagina is made to be taken out of its container. It’s more like a masturbation sleeve, not really a Fleshlight you can hold or shove between the matress. Without knowing it was just a sleeve and only having experience with an actual Fleshlight (which this thing mimics, just much smaller), we originally tried the product by keeping it inside it’s container. Dumb choice. Here is the original review:
So, Venice and I have found the worst sex toy ever. The pocket pussy. What started off as a simple curiosity, turned into me experiencing the midget’s version of a Fleshlight. Worst toy ever. Honestly, the item comes from China so it’s possible it may be much more useful over there. However, it really is too small for a guy with an average sized penis. If you are over 5″ in circumference, getting your penis inside this thing is nearly impossible. There just isn’t enough room for the flesh-like rubber to stretch inside the tube. Multiple times while Venice gave me a hand job she would try to slide my penis inside the tube, and instead of going in the mini vagina slot (lubricated properly), it slide over top of it and slammed into the edge of the container. Screaming and having flashbacks of slicing a few onions (Venice said I was crying but I don’t think that was the case) followed. My advice to anyone thinking about buying a pocket pussy, stay away. It isn’t worth the possible injuries. If you are a teenager and on a dry spell, I’d suggest buying a loaf of bread and throwing some warm jelly in it.
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Today Angelina Jolie discussed the removal of her ovaries and fallopian tubes in an op-ed article in the New York Times. I never liked Angelina Jolie as an actress, but I never disliked her. I never followed her in the news, I never went out of my way to watch one of her movies, and I didn’t have the need to know much about her. I knew a few things about her, like she was Jon Voight’s daughter and Billy Bob Thornton was cheating on his fiancee (who supposedly didn’t find out until Billy Bob and Angelina were married) with her. She was just kind of…there. Eventually I saw more of her in the media not because of her movies, but because of her humanitarian efforts, her growing family, and health issues.
So I woke up on March 14 feeling amazing. I knew from twitter hashtags and other social media outlets that today was Steak and BJ Day. Ah yes, the day where I get to lay back and do nothing but let my penis poke towards the ceiling so Venice could admire it. I look over to Venice laying next to me and grab her wrist so I can guide her hand to my hard penis. I was smiling at her as she grabbed my manhood and kind of winked a little bit. She made a happy expression as she touched me but quickly changed her look and asked why I was smiling so much. I laughed a bit and said, “Well, today is Steak and BJ Day and I’m already doing my part.”
My excitement had been building exponentially as I planned to get a tattoo. Not a cute little heart on my wrist or a narwhal on my ass cheek. But something big, loud, and in-your-face. Ryan has told me many times that tattoos on a woman are hot, especially sleeves or legs. I had a tattoo before I met Ryan, but not in either of those places. So to hear him say that makes me say, “I love tattoos, and I want another one, so why not get it where my man wants it?”
I said goodbye to Ryan as I was leaving out the door, one foot not quite fully in my high heel. I turned my ankle to maneuver it in and twisted the door knob opening the door connecting the kitchen hallway to the garage. “Love you,” I called out one last time; Ryan responded with the same words. I looked up from the ground and my eyes met those of the neighborhood dog that lived about eight houses up the street. I don’t know its name, but I know this dog. Many times I’ve had to slow my car to an idle as it pranced across the street seemingly oblivious to vehicles zooming by it. At the moment, however, it was standing in the center of our garage between Ryan’s weight bench and an abandoned sugar bear cage.