Don’t know, never slept with Ben Wa. And never employed his balls in any other sense, either, but I imagine that the attraction has more to do with the thrill men get from putting stuff inside women than the thrill women get from having said stuff put inside them. Maybe some women really get off on them/it, but it seems a bit of a reach to me for something that tends to come naturally to me.
Both women asserted that it was the solitary enjoyment of said vibrating bullet that they appreciated. So it appears safe to remove the “maybe” from your statement.
I was in the supermarket bread aisle a few years back, fairly late at night.
clack rllllllllllllll…
My attention caught, I looked down and see this little gold ball bearing is rolling along. Now, I’m a dude, and so I did what dudes naturally do in this situation — I kicked it.
I lost track of it after my first kick, partly because I became somewhat self-conscious: a woman was in the aisle watching me (yet not looking at me), and she seemed quite, well, agitated. Not mad per se, but it seemed to me she was clearly uncomfortable with me playing in the store.
It was a couple aisles later that I had one of those Waitasecond…wasthatwhatIthinkitwas…nowaititcouldn’tbe…whahhhh? moments. Never did backtrack to investigate and didn’t run into her again. Still not completely sure what happened.
Oddly, it was the same place where I’d occasionally run into John Ashcroft. No connection to the above.
And never employed his balls in any other sense, either, but I imagine that the attraction has more to do with the thrill men get from putting stuff inside women than the thrill women get from having said stuff put inside them. Maybe some women really get off on them/it, but it seems a bit of a reach to me for something that tends to come naturally to me. 
