The sex toy story

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While I am hav­ing trou­ble try­ing to start the con­ver­sa­tion with the boy, I do feel unhap­py about the fact that he had want­ed me to get him a sex toy.

This hap­pened a cou­ple of weeks ago, the boy had want­ed some­thing to play with. I thought noth­ing about it, until recent­ly where he had hint­ed again.

While I don’t mind get­ting him a toy to play with some­times, part of me was very reluc­tant over the pur­chase. It was fun look­ing at the pic­tures, brows­ing on the web­sites try­ing to look for one. I even went to Tronoh in an attempt to look for some­thing significant.

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The oth­er day when I asked the boy again, what size would he like. He said some­thing around my size, a lit­tle longer would be fine. I hate it, it seems like I can’t sat­is­fy him sex­u­al­ly. It hurts, it hurts badly.

I think the mat­ter could be approached in a more civ­i­lized way if the boy had assure me that it is just a toy, per­haps a toy for both of us to play with, or to enhance our sex­u­al activ­i­ty. I was hop­ing that he put more empha­sis on that instead of some­thing else. He did tell me that when­ev­er he need­ed me, I was­n’t there for him. I can’t agree with that, because most of the time, I would be around. I don’t recall deny­ing him any­thing, at least I think not of this nature.

We argued again. He told me that I was being mean to him. I was a lit­tle edgy, I admit. I tried to cheer him up, no good. He told me he don’t want to talk to me anymore.

Two days has pass…