Review: Balls Deep 9 Inch Stroker Pussy by Doc Johnson

0684_30_bxThis story is a bit funny because recently we’ve reached out to a few companies with media inquiries regarding their products.  Our goal was to get more content for our review section.  Of course we start contacting companies we considered to be the most popular, Doc Johnson easily in the top 3.   With that being said, we sent the public relations department an email and told them a little about our website and past reviews.  Within a few hours we received a response.  Little did we know, we had already reviewed a product of theirs: Realistic Vagina – The Pocket Pussy.  The email response had the following quoted:

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.

Yea, so pretty much, not a great start.  However, in The Pocket Pussy’s defense, those quotes were from our original review, which we had edited a few months later when I revisited the sleeve on my own one night (self snitching).  Originally I was using The Pocket Pussy like a Fleshlight, which meant I was leaving it inside the container it’s stored in.  Because of the small size, that absolutely didn’t work.  After I took it out of the hard container and used it as a sleeve (holding the soft material in my hand), I rewrote the review in a more positive light and turned the old review into a quote. However, we’d look like jackasses explaining that to the Doc Johnson’s public relation person, so we just left things how they were and took the L(oss).   There is no way we were going to admit to being sex toy inept.

So we marked Doc Johnson off our list and started looking for less popular companies maybe we haven’t already given bad reviews to, such as, “Big Silly Willies Trailer Park Toys — we also make silicone beer holders!

A few weeks later we get a box in the mail from Doc Johnson.  How did I know it was from Doc Johnson? Because every corner of the box was taped up with large writing that said Doc Johnson all over it.

So yea, our mailman knows what’s up now.

Not really sure what was inside it, I held the box up to my ear and listened for a ticking sound, just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of time bomb or explosive vagina device.  You never know, our review of their Pocket Pussy was pretty harsh.

……..Worst toy ever.

As I opened the package, those words echoed in my head.  “Worst toy ever.  Worst toy ever.  Worst toy ever.” Venice stood back against the wall covering both of her ears.

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Random Moments – I Left My Phone At The Bank (Lost Phone)

phone shockOkay, so I left my phone at the bank. Let me translate.  I lost my homemade porn storage device at a place where there are 5 nosy women just looking for something to do. I think losing my phone may be in my personal top 5 of my biggest fears.  Forget my credit cards, forget my cash, I just do not want to lose my mobile smut machine.

Speaking of my smut machine, it may be time to send this machine to the mechanic (trashcan) for an upgrade.  For weeks now my phone has been messing up.  After I am done using my phone and lay it down, later when I pick it up it is still on (the screen is just black), or the power is totally dead.   I also noticed that there is no lock screen when this happens.  If I turn the phone back on, it will be on exactly what I  was looking at last without a lock screen.

With that being said, I had to run to the bank and get into a safe security box for work.  Before I left, I may have been glancing at twitter.  Don’t ask me why I look at smut on twitter at work in the middle of the day, because usually I don’t.   However, if I publish a blog I will check out twitter to make sure my blog published or see who commented.  Every now and then I will see some random *.gif tweeted that I will click, just to get a closer look.  I call it:  pussy click bait.  I’m a man, I can’t help it.

So I ran into the bank and showed my identification, which is in my phone case.  I got in and out quick and got what I needed. About 2 hours later I got a call at my office from a clerk at the bank.  When I picked up the line she said, “Hello Ryan, did you forget something?”

I responded, “What, my keys?”  I had no idea why I said that because I couldn’t have drove back to work without my keys.   I just really had no idea why she was calling.

She laughed and said, “Are you missing your wallet?”

Fuck, my wallet.  Otherwise known as my fucking phone. Otherwise known as if you click the gallery icon you end up seeing about 50 cock pics of myself, in various random positions that Venice requests during the day, face showing, smiling, and looking like a total toolbag.  You’d also see about 500 various shots of Venice and her vagina, face, titties, ass, whatever.  That “wallet” is my porn stash.

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Body Issues and That Weight Loss Blog!

Weight-Loss-PlateauI originally titled this blog “Congratulations Venice!” I changed it because I ended up about 7 or 8 paragraphs deep and decided to give it an actual title.  My original purpose was to give a quick summary on her weight loss and tell her congratulations for losing over 40 pounds in 8 months!  If you see her on twitter @Venicebloggs, maybe give her a quick tweet congratulating her.  She’s earned it.

About 8 months ago Venice decided that she wanted to be back at her marriage weight, which is around 135.  She chose a target date, our anniversary, and it began.  Since she would probably never talk about herself or her weight loss journey, I figured why not do it for her.

The journey started extremely slow.  At first there were arguments over whether a cup of coffee with creamer was something she should cut from her diet (she eventually switched to a non fat creamer, but not without a fight).  She cut out pepsi, started drinking just water, and cut her meal size down to one serving. Although the idea of “one serving” may be weird, it’s those half servings or desserts that really start adding on the calories you can’t cut by the end of the day.  It’s also a lifestyle change. Once your plate is done, the meal is over.

However, very little weight was lost. The lifestyle changes were subtle and still not enough to make an impact on the scale. Without hard work and exercise this was just going to be another failed diet.   This is the biggest step of all I think.  Saying to yourself that a pill, an electronic shocking belt, a gimmick, a juice diet, or some weird idea to lose weight just isn’t going to work.  The key is to tell yourself, “I have to change my life and actually exercise.”

This was hardest step because Venice once had a successful “run” with some not-so-legal pills shipped in from Mexico when she was 19 years old.  She claims the most she ever lost was because of these pills (she lost about 10 pounds — which is laughable now).  So since she was 19, she used her Mexican Fat Burner pills as a crutch and has always been very big on the idea of “can I try this pill though?”

NO PILL FOR YOU!  *Diet Pill Nazi*

2015-07-22Venice never needed a damn pill. What’s funny is, at 19 she had the skinniest arms and shoulders I had ever seen on a girl.  I could see the anatomy of her clavicle and shoulder bone.  By far the slimmest girl I ever dated. Those pills may have helped her lose 10 pounds quickly, although probably all water weight, but she didn’t need it.  She’s a tough girl. Anything she puts her mind to, she can do. Venice was in the military, so this wasn’t the first time she made this lifestyle decision.  She was in great shape while in the military.  I saw her go from not being able do a push-up, to doing 20.    From not being able to run a mile, to running 3 (and lost 20 pounds on accident, no pills needed).   This was a long way long way from her teenage days of having the skinniest arms I had ever seen and still being extremely unathletic. In my opinion (she’d disagree), she was naturally slim but had horrible eating habits (her mother gave her money for Carl’s Jr. each night instead of making home made meals) and probably hadn’t exercised a day in her life.  Her arms were sticks, her waist horded all her fattening food, and she felt “fat” just because she didn’t look like a swimsuit model.  She used to say to me, “Just because I am 129 doesn’t mean I am not fat.”  I was just a young guy.  Guys already don’t get it.  But at that age, I really didn’t get it. I cared very little about any of her body issues.  All I cared about was her vagina (which unfortunately I didn’t have one of my own, or before her, one to play with).  I just really really wanted it. Seriously.   Eat Carl’s Jr. all you want, just please eat that greasy ass burger while you squat over my face so I can study your pussy up close.  Thanks.

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Sexcapades – The Yellow Bathtub

bathtubSo I have decided to add a new series to our blog. Nothing crazy or elaborate, in fact, just the opposite.  A simple diary of something I want to remember for myself later.  I am not trying to win a Sex Pulitzer, impress anyone with my writing, or create a smut story so detailed you guys can jack and jill off and finish before the ending.  This is just a section for me to keep track of the small things we do and have done over the years.  If it’s something I am doing recently, I will add a date for my own personal reference.  Although we still only submit new blogs on Mondays and Thursdays, the dates will be accurate for when the sexcapade occurred.

August 10, 2015

For some reason I was browsing amazon and found a waterproof blanket.  This blanket is like $180.00 and a little too much for me to spend on an idea.  I text Venice and ask her if I bought a waterproof blanket, would she be interested in peeing on each other during sex, and having sex while soaked in urine.  Because we are both picky, usually if we do any type of urine play it’s in the bathroom.  This waterproof throw blanket could be a game changer.  Venice messages me back and lets me know she would do it with me if I wanted, but she didn’t think it was worth the $180.00 price tag.   I agreed, but still, thinking of bonding with her, soaked in urine, took over my brain and left me with OCD of being pissed on.  I sent more messages to Venice describing how the smell of her urine drives me wild.  In fact, when I used to masturbate to her panties while I was away in college, if I even got a slight hint of a urine smell, I would ejaculate immediately.  I think it’s the animal inside us as men, where we want to walk up behind a woman and sniff her vagina and ass raw, no filter.  She messages me back, not as interested as me, saying urine is an acquired taste.  I guess this is also a bit of instinct in a woman, as I have never seen any animal walk up to a male animal and smell his cock.  I also doubt Venice has ever smelled my boxers hoping for it to have a slight urine smell, and I know she she sucks my dick, she wants to smell fresh soap.  It’s what women want: cleanliness.

Anyway, after texting back and forth, I eventually come up with a plan for her to put me in the bathtub and piss all over me.  In my mind I just wanted her to piss in my mouth and all over my face and body.  After she was done pissing, I wanted to suck on her wet lips and stroke off to the smell of her urine.  After I thought about it more, I decided I also wanted to piss on my self while I eat out her wet vagina, just to mix our fluids together.  Then when I cum, I wanted to cum all over my stomach and chest.  I asked Venice if she would lick the cum off my body.  She texted back immediately and said, “Hell yea!”

My mind was set.  At that point, it was about 11:00 am, and I knew I wasn’t going to use the bathroom for the rest of the day.  I wanted my body to be soaked.

7:00 pm came around that night and Venice came in the room and asked me to follow her in the bathroom.  I took off my clothes, excited, already erect because I knew what was going to happen.  As I laid in the tub totally nude, with my head cocked up on the side, Venice climbed in after me and put her pussy in my face.  Unsure what was going to happen because it had been so long since she had peed on me, I got a bit nervous. She asked me to lick her dirty pussy, deep in her hole.  I obeyed her and licked deep in her hole, getting all her juices that she has been soaking in throughout the day.  She tasted and smelled amazing.  I don’t know how she does it, but she just never has an odor.  No urine smell, no must, no sweat, just the smell of our laundry softener from wearing her panties all day.  I love this about her.  I’m extremely picky with smells, but I do not mind a slight hint of urine.  Since she had no smell, I was excited to actually smell it as it poured out of her body.

She moved herself away from my face and sat in my lap.  She knew my dick was hard so she balanced herself for a moment and slowly worked my dick inside her body.  Immediately I thought she had changed her plans and instead she wanted to fuck me. She got her whole body down on my hard dick and put her mouth up to my ears and asked me to please piss inside her pussy and fill her up.  Although this drove me wild, it’s extremely hard to piss while inside a tight vagina with an erection.  After what seemed like a few minutes of sucking on her titties and listening to her whine for me to relax and fill her pussy up with my pee, I finally felt my body release its stream.  Venice couldn’t fill it, because she asked again to please piss inside her.  I stopped her and let her know, I was peeing.  I felt the pressure inside her body tighten, and slowly she lifted her body up.  My urine poured out of her vagina all over my stomach.  She then stood up, and put her pussy over my face, and drenched me in my own urine still pouring out of her pussy.  I held my hard dick in my hand, still pissing on the back of her ass and on my chest, while she stood over me dripping my own pee into my mouth.  I loved it.  It wasn’t what I really wanted, but it still turned me on.  I begged her to please let me have her piss.   She straddled my face and demanded I open my mouth.  I did as she said and watched her vagina start pouring out piss.  Within seconds my entire mouth was full.  I felt just like a porn star because I closed my mouth and all the urine poured out over my face down my body.  I opened my mouth again and she quickly filled my jaws up with her urine until I again had to close my mouth.  The smell was amazing, but the taste was potent.  The ammonia taste was hard to handle, so although I swallowed some,  I tried not to swallow too much.  I stroked my dick harder.  It felt like she peed on me for a minute straight, because she filled my mouth multiple times.  I grabbed her by the back of her ass and pulled her pussy to my mouth.  I wanted to suck on her dripping lips and smell her skin.  I loved it.  I couldn’t hold my cum back any longer and Venice was telling me to cum all over myself so she can eat my cum off me.  I obliged.  I came everywhere.  All over my stomach, my chest, and my hands.  Venice moaned as she watched and bent over to lick the cum off my body.  I asked her to share with me.

As she bent over to lick the cum off my body, she would come back up and spit in my mouth.  I loved the taste.  Cum, and piss from both of us.  The next time she went down to clean me up, she saved for herself.  She went back and forth, taking turns swallowing and spitting in my mouth until my body was clean of all my cum.  She kissed then me on the forehead and said, “Take a shower.”

Sexcapades – The Angry Face Fucker

angry sexSo I have decided to add a new series to our blog. Nothing crazy or elaborate, in fact, just the opposite.  A simple diary input of something I want to remember for myself later.  I am not trying to win a Sex Pulitzer, impress anyone with my writing, or create a smut story so detailed you guys can jack and jill off and finish before the ending.  This is just a section for me to keep track of the small things we do and have done over the years.  If it’s something I am doing recently, I will add a date for my own personal reference. Although we still only submit new blogs on Mondays and Thursdays, the dates will be accurate for when the sexcapade occurred.

August 16, 2015

Yesterday morning Venice and I weren’t in the best of moods.  It was early, we just had company leave after a week long stay, and we had things to do around the house.  We were both nude, getting ready to start our day.  Venice was being short and snappy, and I responded by asking her to leave me alone. Usually when I do this, it’s almost like a challenge for Venice to do everything but leave me alone.  Whether it be tickle me, force me to fuck her, cuddle, or she’ll just sit on my face nude and make me eat her out until we are both in better moods. Whatever, it’s all the same.

I was in bed with my face away from her and she was behind me.  She spooned up close to me and reached her hand around to grab my dick.  I had already prepared for this attack and tucked my balls and penis between my legs.  I had my thighs closed securely so no matter how much she dug with her hand, she wouldn’t be able to touch my penis…from that side at least.  However, from behind, unfortunately, she had total access to my package.  That wasn’t the point though, she didn’t want to touch it from behind, she wanted to get her way and force me to open up so she could touch my body.  She knew this would get me hard, and lead to her hopping on top of me or giving me a blow job and edging me out until I apologize…FOR NOTHING.

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