Fleshlight and Tenga Egg :

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"So, I have to tell you about the new client I'm considering taking on."They want me to do some graphic design for their new website which sells men's sex toys -- you know, fleshlights, onanism cups, masturbators, male enlargers and so on. They want to put together a really classy site and think that my drawings could do the trick." Slinging a heavy pack over his shoulder, Josh headed up the trail. Ryan put the coiled rope over his shoulder and scrambled to keep up. Josh's long-legged stride was brisk and Ryan didn't want to miss a bit of what his friend was saying. "Tell me more," he panted.

"Well, I guess it will give the title 'graphic artist' more meaning," Josh paused at the base of the rock face they were going to climb. "Let's do this one, it's rated 5.9 in the guide book. I'll go set up the top rope -- tell you more when I get back down." They had left the city immediately after work and only thirty minutes later they were ready to start rock climbing. It was great having quality climbing so accessible.

Ryan anxiously resumed the conversation when Josh returned. "So what else do they sell?" Josh grinned and inquired, "What are you looking for -- samples? I might be able to help you out. They're sending over a box tomorrow -- all of the products from Tenga."

"Now that I have heard about," Ryan exclaimed. "A friend was in Japan for two months, on business, and came back raving about the Tenga stuff. Said it made the long time away from his girlfriend more than tolerable. In fact, by the time he got back, all he could say was that he'd missed her cooking." Sheepishly, Josh admitted "I couldn't make it two weeks without Eleanor, in fact I cut short my last trip to Europe because of that."

As Ryan tied the climbing rope to his harness, Josh ran the free end of the rope through his belay tool and took up his position. They each checked the other's gear to assure everything was correct and complete. "On belay, climb when ready," Josh said, using the universal commands. "Climbing," was Ryan's proper response. "Climb on," acknowledged Josh.

With the necessary communication established, Ryan chalked his hands and reached high for the first hold, a smooth, rounded rock which looked remarkably similar to a woman's small, perky breast...continue reading here