EXTRACT FOR
Lisa's Obsession
(Kay Nyne)

Biology had seemed a strange direction for Lisa to take, it definitely wasn't a field of research normally associated with bimbos.

Let people think what they want was her motto, she may have looked the classical image of the typical bimbo, blonde, exceptionally pretty, baby blue eyes and full pouting lips, a stunning figure just a few pounds short of hourglass, long and shapely legs... and the most vital bimbo asset, a pair of gravity defeating full breasts tipped with permanently erect nipples. Her whole body literally screamed "airhead trophy wife" but those who had looked beyond their erections realised that behind the fluff lived a sharp and active mind, Lisa was definitely not a bimbo.

"But if I did have to choose a word to describe me I'd have to go with nympho," she had told one stunned friend during a heart to heart over coffee.

Sex on the brain! She would be the first to admit that the phrase also described her well. Lisa had a dirty mind, she saw the smut in everything. Where most women went to the supermarket to shop, Lisa spent most of her time assessing and fantasising as she wandered the isles, every vegetable was judged on its phallic resemblance and if it would fit, she bought bottles because of their shape as much as the contents. Often she would grin as she squeezed her ass cheeks together standing in line to reach the checkout, laughing silently as she wondered what the people around her would say if they knew the hot blonde next to them had a plug rammed into her tight ass, and a pair of vibrating balls stuffed deep inside her ever ready pussy.

But despite her admission of perpetual horniness she couldn't be called a slut. Lisa wasn't an easy lay, she actually preferred to be responsible for her own orgasms most of the time. She loved sex toys, her collection of dildos running into the dozens, and of all different shapes, colours and sizes.

Vegetables were another favourite, the predictable cucumber of course, but also more unusual items, celery, corn on the cob, asparagus... sometimes even smeared with ginger juice or rubbed with a chilli, the burning sensation bringing her to tearful and earth moving orgasms.

But what made Lisa extra kinky was her approach to the objects she noticed around her in daily life, in the local park were ornate cast iron benches, the design featuring a raised ball balancing on a stylised dolphin as an armrest, a ball polished from thousands of hands down the years. Lisa had immediately let her dirty mind run riot, and as passers-by smiled at the pretty girl taking a rest, perching on the armrest with her long skirt flowing down, they had no idea that beneath the skirt panties had been pulled aside and the ball was pressing hard against the dome of her cervix and steadily sinking deeper as she relaxed and lowered her shuddering body until she couldn't take any more.