Hello Old Friend

Everywhere I turn these days I run into someone spouting the virtues of a vibrator. Just to prove my point...here and here. Also, the topic recently came up in a group of friends trying to decide if a vibrator was an appropriate bridal shower gift. We decided that it was because the couple is...adventurous shall we say.

Now, I am the kind of girl that doesn't have such a loving relationship with my vibrator. Yes, you read that right...singular. I only own one vibrator. It isn't some freakishly accurate phallus shaped thing. There are no balls or animals made out of gel attached to it. It is what the manufactures call the Plain Jane. Well, if you're interested, you can see it in action here. See, nothing fancy...girly pink, slender except for that egg shaped thing, and smooth. I bought it for its "make you squirt" guarantee. I wonder if it is too late to get my money back...

I play with it occasionally, but mostly it resides in my nightstand drawer. I'm sure it has a grand ole' time in there with the remotes, lip balm, and various pens and pads of paper. While it works fine, I just prefer my fingers. I've thought about bringing it out during playtime with DF, but we're kinda...fast...so again the fingers just work best.

But...I've gotten intimately reacquainted with my old friend Vibe. Saturday afternoon I was in the mood to come. Not just any kind of coming, but I wanted to feel that pressure inside of me, feel my walls tightening around something, and that delicious pop feeling when there is a withdrawal. After digging out the toy cleaner and spiffing Vibe up, I was set to go. I started with some soft stroking of my lips and imagining a little role expansion (more about that later!). It worked like a charm. I was slick in minutes.

I twisted Vibe's end and soon had a sweet buzzing started. I spread my thighs, arched my hips, and slid Vibe inside. I don't think I sighed and heard angels singing, but darn did it feel wonderful. I pressed that thing inside till I thought I'd break something and then began the twist. And the sliding almost out and the all the way back in. I found that the wider I spread my lips the sharper the sensations inside along the walls of my pussy. It wasn't long until I couldn't resist rubbing my clit. The orgasm that followed was simply amazing.

And for the girl that doesn't pay much attention to her vibrator...well, let's just say we've been very close the last few nights. Perhaps the trend will continue or I just might settle back into the comfortable familiarity of my nimble fingers. But for the moment...I've a very satisfied woman.