My first, not last, not the best

My first written story? In the diary, decades ago. My first blog? Those Creamy Peaches is my first. My first erotic toy? Vibrator, black, hard vibrator. At the end of elementary school, I began window-shopping. Not at clothing stores but erotic shops. It was that time when most of the boys were saving their hard-earned pocket money to buy the last issue of Playboy, which they then proudly displayed ...