Back in my barely legal years I made the decision to get a sex swing. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to try it with my fuck buddy. I went on and on about how awesome this was going to be to get drilled while strapped in the swing. I figured we would last even longer than we would, which was pretty damn long, as it would take minimal effort from either of us to keep me flying on that dick.
Then my package arrived. There wasn’t much too it, a hook and the swing. Seemed easy enough for me to install it. I picked the perfect spot above my bed and screwed the hook into the ceiling. I was so excited for all the pleasure that was awaiting me that I had to test it out.
It was very easy to get into. There I was in all my glory suspended in the air young, hot, naked and ready to fuck. It was probably a good ten seconds before the hook pulled out of the ceiling and I dropped onto my bed.
Apparently you need to hook the fucking thing into a stud, and no I don’t mean your man. For which I do not have in a convenient spot in my ceiling because I have a ceiling fan. Thank you direction manual (it didn’t have directions) for this information.
I still have the hole in my ceiling too. I’ve been looking at it every night ever since.
Reliving this story made me sad. You know what would cheer me up? Letting me hear your fucked up stories of sex toy fails. Email me at madammeow@drunkenstepfather.com. <3
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