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Rabbit

Women don't need men that much, apparently,
when they can have all the playthings,
that rotate, vibrate and silently offer pleasure
for just a couple of pounds.

Different colours, different shapes, different functions,
a lot of buttons, press here, push there,
remote control of pleasure,

Of course, wonderwoman of the future,
doesn't need caressing or stroking, or kissing.
Just a right use of buttons,
antiallergic material, and here it goes,
when you need it, when you just have to kill time,
whenever it feels right,
with batteries to be recharged and never tired.

Sure the Rabbit can rotate, vibrate, stimulate,
can a man do all that?
No way.
A man can kiss, grab you, caress and kiss you,
can a Rabbit do that?
Of course not.

So it can probably be the future of relationship.
One day you have someone who caresses and kisses you,
the other day this person is gone and you are satisfied with the rabbit.

Oh, which also eases off the stress
and the pressure of daily life.
A perfect way to combine love sex and anti stress device.

Apparently, we can have it all if we really want to,
just being creative and drawing on different springs...of pleasure!

Comments

New title: "Hymn to the good use of toys"!

Isn't better to have a guy who caresses you, kiss you and use the rabbit with you? :-)
AnnaFullStop said…
ahahhaa well, if I had the guy I would appreciate it, but given that I don't in this very precise moment, all I can do is facing the RABBIT!
AnnaFullStop said…
uhm, or probably this guy exists, intersting discovery yesterday!
Oh wow! Have you got a date?
AnnaFullStop said…
not a date, an encounter let's say, already had it, and I brought Roger as well (the Rabbit of course)!
That's weird. I hope it was not the first encounter, I would have been a bit surprised if I was the guy and you arrive with a "rabbit"! ^_^
AnnaFullStop said…
not weird, just experimental, and no, not the first encounter. :) It was meant that way!
Francesca said…
Noodles, if you had ever watched Sex And The City you would have known that a women doesn't need a caring man when she is well-satisfied by her toy! Ahahah!
Anyway I don't think so :)
Oh, Sex and The City, I see. I think I need to update my movie knowledge with the latest hits!
I am still old-style guy with Casablanca, The Godfather and Once upon a time in America with the outstanding scene of Noodles (that's where my names comes from) talking to Deborah in the sand.

I am getting old! :-)

PS: I remember only the idea of having sushi using her body as a plate from Sex and The City! ^_^
AnnaFullStop said…
Francesca meant the tv show not the movies! the movies are rubbish compared to the tv show!!!
but definitely, sex and the city is wonderful insight of a woman's mind, not only for the rabbit!
Mmmm... I give up. Two woman and a rabbit against me! ^_^
AnnaFullStop said…
It's called Rocket Rabbit and its name is Roger!

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