Somebody made the joke… Read the fucking manual.  I followed up; No really, it’s the fucking manual. More accurately, the manual of my Aeros cock.  We talked quite a bit about cocks today in Second Life. I learned that I can give up control of it to her.. or to anybody.

It’s quite a good model, perhaps the top of the line. It has buttons and switches galore on the theme punk theme styled control HUD.

I made the joke I’ll use it once and forget everything.

I spend a while customizing my cock.  Choosing the size, colour, texture, circumcision tip size and shape, balls, hair. It’s pretty much a whole customizable beauty. A bizarre experience.

The truth is, what do I know what a lady might like.  I just modeled it after what I have, mostly.

Today a voice director at the club got naked and people laughed. It surprised me, but he took it well. I’m not sure I would.

Somehow we started talking about Orange dicks and I was given the nickname Cheetodick because I like Orange.

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