‘The Ethiopian Omelet’ is a sex act inspired perhaps by great sites, such as Plug 2 Holes, except instead of two dicks, it’s one plus an egg-shaped device that makes any chick crazy…

What happened to the good old days of giving sex acts names? 69? Doggy style? Snowballing? The Hershey Highway? What happened to our creativity and inspiration?

Well, the inspiration struck just the other night when we were out at a restaurant that specialized in North African food. There was something on the menu called an Ethiopian Omelet and for some reason it just hit me—what a perfect name for a sex act! It wasn’t something I wanted to eat (in fact I passed on it and had a yegeb wat, a spicy lamb stew. I mean, who wants eggs for dinner?) but what a great name for an act of love—”Yeah, I gave her the old Ethiopian Omelet and she went crazy!” Before the food even came I already had a plan.

It got me terribly excited and by the time we got home she was pretty excited too and already half-undressed. We tore off the rest of her clothes and when I told her I was going to introduce her to the Ethiopian Omelet she laughed, but she was breathing hard and was ready for about anything.

I helped her into the bedroom and put her on the bed, set her on her knees and reached into the drawer for the lube and our toys. A quick bit of grease, then I slid the little white egg into her pussy and laid the controller on her back and told her not to move. I stripped off my clothes and got on my knees behind her and greased up myself.

She loves anal and is always ready for it, and tonight it was part of my plan. In a minute I was holding her cheeks apart and working my way into her backside and she was hugging the pillow and moaning in excitement because she knew that little egg wasn’t there for just for decoration.

“You ready?” I whispered.

And then I turned it on.

Immediately the thick, rich vibrations tore through her body like an earthquake. I felt them in my balls, in my belly, in the soles of my feet, and I was feeling them second hand, muffled by her body. She was getting the full jolt and she would have fallen flat if I hadn’t grabbed her hips and held her up. But that’s what I did, just held her pressed against me with my dick inside her as she hummed and buzzed like some human fucktoy and clawed the sheets and screamed in orgasm.

And that was it—the Ethiopian Omelet. One vibrating egg, a little grease, a hot woman, one long, searing orgasm.