Death of a Vibrator

♦ I was rooting through my sex drawer the other day, showing Crush all my delicious buzzy devices and slippery liquids and hitty things and so on. He hadn’t seen all of them properly before and some of them not at all.

I showed him the Ann Summers Wingman, the little anal one, which honestly didn’t impress him all that much, though he was curious. Not to try out, unfortunately, backdoor business being a bit of a no-go for him, but just to see what it did. That’s when I found out that my poor Wingman was dead.

Bugger.

I’d only used it about 5 times ever, though I’d owned it long past its guarantee.

So, what did we do with my poor deceased little buzzy friend…..?

We decided to give him an autopsy…

Several scissorsings and hacksawings later and we found lots and lots of densely packed bits of what reminds me of teddy bear stuffing, all around a hard plastic case. Inside that was the metal machinery itself. Unfortunately it was at that point that we had to stop. Even the little hacksaw couldn’t cope with metal.

Still, bloomin’ interesting to see what goes inside these things. It felt rather Boys’ Own to get in under the hood and rip it apart to see how it ticked.

Thought those of you with a similarly gruesome curiosity might be interested in my findings ;)

Mwahahahahahaha!!!  ♦

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