Is it wrong to prefer a sex toy over your lover sometimes?

Sometimes you just need that time to yourself. Especially if I just want to get off quickly and not have to deal with someone else.

They're both different, so I think they fall in their own categories.

I think it depends on the situation.

Definitely, I mean if there are things you can do to toys or things toys can do for you that you wouldn't want your partner to do then it's a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

It feels like all kinds of unhealthy if a partner feels they should be the sole object of your sexuality. I'm sure it works out fine for some couples, but I couldn't deal with a partner who thought that I shouldn't masturbate because she exists. Just 'cause we bang doesn't mean she owns my desire or my body; I gotta retain rights to touch my own body, ya know?

For me, choosing my partner vs. my sex toys isn't always picking from two means to the same goal. I want to have sex with my husband for the intimacy and closeness. I want to use my sex toys because I'm feel the need to tune out the world and get off. It just depends what I'm in the mood for.

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I still have a high sexual energy and prefer to take care of my own needs now. My wife and I took care of each other and she trusted me to provide her sexual needs for over 48 years. It was a lifetime of love, desire and mutually satisfying sexual energy, even at our ages. I will never find a true love such as what she shared with me.

I don’t have a lover anymore thanks to an untested, mandated vaccine my wife of 47 years was forced to take in order to keep her government job. She incurred heart injury and later passed away. No one held accountable for her being used as a ‘lab rat’.

I don't think anything is "wrong" in someone's sex life, unless it involves a violation of consent. There are a lot of reasons why a toy might be preferable - you/your partner isn't in the right headspace or physical space to play together in the way you each want, life gets in the way, you want the type of orgasm that a human isn't capable of replicating (just like how sometimes you want an orgasm that a toy isn't capable of replicating). Sure it's IDEAL if you can get everyone on the same page, and incorporate your lover into scenes even if you still want or need toys to get you off - if they want to be part of them - but it would seem really weird and controlling to me if a partner became upset because I got myself off without them using a toy, and I don't expect to be around every time they're in the mood to cum either. If anything it's hot to think of them masturbating, regardless of what they use or whether I'm there for it.
Toys are just a way to broaden the sexual palette you work with and adapt to different circumstances that life throws at you. Plus, some toys are just that fucking good! What can I say?

I'll be perfectly honest I've never played with any kind of toy before, only my fingers to masturbate with, but now that I'm married, I still masturbate but together with my Hubby & we both enjoy doing & watching one another which is awesome! I simply can't imagine a toy ever being able to take the place of my hubby's gorgeous 23 Cm's of clean, waxed smooth, throbbing hard cock which I can play with anytime I so desire night & day!

It’s not wrong unless you’re rejecting your honey. Sextoys are fun and great stimulants. Might as well enjoy life while we can.

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Looking

Looked

People king people king

Applying Apple KING

People PPL Same



ONEONE

ONE PLUS

Two-THREE!

Composited Singular

It tea Bit Tee Mighty 



MOLDER 

Modular 

Modularity's 

Module 

Reference Strategically Modulated



Modular Speculation 

Speculation Modularity 

Mods Mode  

Model Speculators 

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On Diction, Thought, and the Refusal of Predation

On Diction, Thought, and the Refusal of Predation

There are quick erotic references in language,

and factionary rivals who mistake intelligence

for intrusion—

mind-readers who believe prediction is possession,

who see mirrors and think permission,

who hear words like dick and pussy

and assume wilderness.

But these are not animals.

They are not instincts loosed.

They are artifacts of diction,





misheard before spell correction,

misread before belief.

Virginity is not a fetish of thought.





Belief is not a body to be hunted.

And language—

language is not a litter box for predatory remark.

Pussies are not posies,

not bossy, not busy bees.

Dick appears in diction





before coherence, before quizzes,

before hair becomes reference,

before filth is mistaken for harvest

Not Periods To Be Fictitious Reference

This is not death

Not for the young

And religion is not to be dragged

into God-and-virgin theatre—

that is a no-no for anyone





Who claims belief before the Big Bang,

Before universal essences were labeled

“Intellectual ideals” and sold as lifestyles.

Liking sex with mirrors

is not the same as seeing oneself

I saw you looking—





not thinking.

Whatever you thought you knew

was already plural





Already randomized

already misnamed

Singularity does not belong to you.

It is not owned

And it is not money

not money-money, note monies.

Male and female names

Do not anchor thought

Joe and Jessica, Ann and Bob—

I can do this all day





Spell it right

And still not know how to smell knowledge

Spelling is not magic

Spells are not miracles

Fiction is airy, Though Reference

reports are not prophecy

And capital letters matter

because pulse matters—

plus, minus, max—Thin

Matrices and matriculation,

edict and edit,

corrected and not-correct

Book-smart is not thought-smart

Television is not literature

Extreme articulation is not relevance

Vent softly.

Do not confuse pulse with put

Not with put,

meaning with noise

Words linger

Realities gyro

Not Food Eaten

Verses rarefy





This is not a sword fight

Not bigotry

Not rivals cracking stone eggs

In an erotic age of pursuit.

No lines crossed

Because no lines were drawn.





Can you see that not-yes

is not consent?

Intelligence enters through space bars,





not bars—

not women reduced to drinks



not drunken repetition

Women A World Without

Them Sex Is Still A Topic 



Of the said said twice

Writing is an experience

Not none Chilling Nuns

Lunt if you must.

But know:

reception comes with a receipt.

This precedes all that—

not trans women as woe,

Not man approached as in quarry



I sought appeal, not fries on the floor.

Not man-child, not fetus,

not addiction disguised as appetite.

Sex is not the engine here.



Intelligence is

And Get TO Use The Word

In Reflection

With An Es Before An "S"

Before space-time,



before shared perception EX



Before insinuation became institute,

before running claimed authority—

This is writing for walls, not wars.





Leaving is lame.

Lint is not a temple.

But a Practice

Squares are not sacred

And “OK” is not a verdict



This is not a paper

It is a thought between smoking.

Anyone approaching this system

can see it is in use—



Being used—

not poetry, not poets,

not knots tied for applause.

Not awe.



Not all.

Not belief as fiction,

Not factions posing as faith

This is real belief in real reality



without premise But Articulation

Offense is an act, not a thought.

Thought may preface

but definition does not defend Need

This is not an answer.

It is a pattern—

head-held, principle-bound,



Not High finished in procession

Thoughts are not people.

People are principles of being—

Not To Be Contented



being heard, being existent

Without Promise

Not God, though He existed

in thought patterns held



but never owned

There is no final fence.

No true end.

Not me at my wit’s end.



Not unwitnessed intelligence.

The pattern exceeds me.

Three more than my own.

Not a goodbye. Be Not Write/

Spell Again Lol-King

Looking

Looked

People king people king

Applying Apple KING

People PPL Same



ONEONE

ONE PLUS

Two-THREE!

Composited Singular

It tea Bit Tee Mighty 



MOLDER 

Modular 

Modularity's 

Module 

Reference Strategically Modulated



Modular Speculation 

Speculation Modularity 

Mods Mode  

Model Speculators 

Speculation Mods 

Action 



On Diction, Thought, and the Refusal of Predation

On Diction, Thought, and the Refusal of Predation

There are quick erotic references in language,

and factionary rivals who mistake intelligence

for intrusion—

mind-readers who believe prediction is possession,

who see mirrors and think permission,

who hear words like dick and pussy

and assume wilderness.

But these are not animals.

They are not instincts loosed.

They are artifacts of diction,





misheard before spell correction,

misread before belief.

Virginity is not a fetish of thought.





Belief is not a body to be hunted.

And language—

language is not a litter box for predatory remark.

Pussies are not posies,

not bossy, not busy bees.

Dick appears in diction





before coherence, before quizzes,

before hair becomes reference,

before filth is mistaken for harvest

Not Periods To Be Fictitious Reference

This is not death

Not for the young

And religion is not to be dragged

into God-and-virgin theatre—

that is a no-no for anyone





Who claims belief before the Big Bang,

Before universal essences were labeled

“Intellectual ideals” and sold as lifestyles.

Liking sex with mirrors

is not the same as seeing oneself

I saw you looking—





not thinking.

Whatever you thought you knew

was already plural





Already randomized

already misnamed

Singularity does not belong to you.

It is not owned

And it is not money

not money-money, note monies.

Male and female names

Do not anchor thought

Joe and Jessica, Ann and Bob—

I can do this all day





Spell it right

And still not know how to smell knowledge

Spelling is not magic

Spells are not miracles

Fiction is airy, Though Reference

reports are not prophecy

And capital letters matter

because pulse matters—

plus, minus, max—Thin

Matrices and matriculation,

edict and edit,

corrected and not-correct

Book-smart is not thought-smart

Television is not literature

Extreme articulation is not relevance

Vent softly.

Do not confuse pulse with put

Not with put,

meaning with noise

Words linger

Realities gyro

Not Food Eaten

Verses rarefy





This is not a sword fight

Not bigotry

Not rivals cracking stone eggs

In an erotic age of pursuit.

No lines crossed

Because no lines were drawn.





Can you see that not-yes

is not consent?

Intelligence enters through space bars,





not bars—

not women reduced to drinks



not drunken repetition

Women A World Without

Them Sex Is Still A Topic 



Of the said said twice

Writing is an experience

Not none Chilling Nuns

Lunt if you must.

But know:

reception comes with a receipt.

This precedes all that—

not trans women as woe,

Not man approached as in quarry



I sought appeal, not fries on the floor.

Not man-child, not fetus,

not addiction disguised as appetite.

Sex is not the engine here.



Intelligence is

And Get TO Use The Word

In Reflection

With An Es Before An "S"

Before space-time,



before shared perception EX



Before insinuation became institute,

before running claimed authority—

This is writing for walls, not wars.





Leaving is lame.

Lint is not a temple.

But a Practice

Squares are not sacred

And “OK” is not a verdict



This is not a paper

It is a thought between smoking.

Anyone approaching this system

can see it is in use—



Being used—

not poetry, not poets,

not knots tied for applause.

Not awe.



Not all.

Not belief as fiction,

Not factions posing as faith

This is real belief in real reality



without premise But Articulation

Offense is an act, not a thought.

Thought may preface

but definition does not defend Need

This is not an answer.

It is a pattern—

head-held, principle-bound,



Not High finished in procession

Thoughts are not people.

People are principles of being—

Not To Be Contented



being heard, being existent

Without Promise

Not God, though He existed

in thought patterns held



but never owned

There is no final fence.

No true end.

Not me at my wit’s end.



Not unwitnessed intelligence.

The pattern exceeds me.

Three more than my own.

Not a goodbye. Be Not Write/