Once upon a time and a long long time ago when the world was new and the wheel had not yet been invented,� I reached the age of majority and began purchasing sex toys from companies advertised in the final pages of Cosmo magazine. They were all single-purpose sex toys and in my glee at finding such treasurers I bought one after the next after the next. As time passed I found myself with a vibrator solely for the clit, a dildo with a special curve said to be perfectly positioned for the g-spot and a string of beads effective only in the ass.And then I discovered that in order to own sex toys one must provide a home for said sex toys. Sliding a half-dozen of them down into the tissue box as I did when I only possessed one was no longer an option. That's when it dawned on me that in order to be truly useful, sex toys should multitask.Read on below...After the watershed moment of that realization I looked upon my purchases with a slightly more discerning eye. If I needed a good g-spot vibe, I wanted it also have impressive clit-buzzing skills as well. A toy for the ass should also be useful in the vagina. A pretty glass dildo too large for anything but pussy-play? Well, maybe that would work as a paperweight. Or a decoration on the mantle. Or maybe a nice garden marker?Even my lubes fell under the same scrutiny. No longer would my shelves groan under the weight of vaginal lube, flavored oral sex lube and ultra-slippery butt-lube. I sought The One Lube to Rule Them All and by george I found it, a multitasking wonder-elixir that can be used for conditioning vinyl clothing, styling hair and moisturizing skin as well as all kinds of sex. Dude, it even shines the leather couch!Now that's impressive.So when recently I acquired some high-quality black latex gloves, I wondered how I could possibly use them for any other purpose than the one which was foremost in my mind: to wit, fisting. Not that the gloves failed to perform in that capacity. They did, oh they so did. The sight of thin, wet latex pressed so tightly against my hands that not even a single air bubble remained after having been squeezed out by the enormous pressure of my partner's tight pussy is now permanently etched upon my mind. I will remember it forever, even unto my dotage. If you hitch up your rocking chair next to mine at the rest home fifty years hence, prepare to be regaled with tales of fisting, repeated each day with the regularity of the meds cart.But one cannot live by fisting alone, and as much as I might like it, fisting doesn't happen for me every day. The box of shiny gloves sat unused until such a time as I decided to cover over the imperfections in an inherited piece of furniture with black paint, and can I tell you now how wonderfully the gloves performed? They protected my hands so well that just one finger ended up besmirched, and that was only because I snagged the glove on a splinter which ripped into it a wee hole.Multitasking sex toys for the win!Now it's your turn. In what ways have you repurposed your sex toys? Have you allowed a toy advertised for one purpose to seek out some completely unique destiny? Or do you instead prefer to keep your toys for just a single mode of use?Do tell in the comments below. There's even an incentive to do so.------Between writing a personal blog, editing a repository of sex-ed stories, raising children and reading lots of books, aag enjoys petting her cats. No that is not a euphemism. Well, maybe it is. ive to do so.------Between writing a personal blog, editing a repository of sex-ed stories, raising children and reading lots of books, aag enjoys petting her cats. No that is not a euphemism. Well, maybe it is.