Some women go their entire lives without ever experiencing one. Others have only the intermittent pleasure. A few will try several different options but never really get the gratification they seek.
And then there’s me.
It’s been years (hard to believe, I’m sure; but true, nonetheless) since I’ve had one. Seriously. YEARS.
Despite the creative nature of my bedroom (and living room/hallway/staircase/garage/yard) activities, I’d sort of forgotten about the myriad of erotic opportunities that were mine for the taking…
With just one touch of a button.
Or rather, several touches of two buttons. 😛
(Ha! You thought I was talking about something else, didn’t you? You should know better than to think I’d go a single day without an orgasm, let alone several years!)
Buttons that control multi speed and pulse options.
And no, when I say ‘pulse’ I’m not talking about the way my PC muscles twitch when you (well, not YOU, specifically) tickle my belly button.
An impromptu trip to a local…erm…Sex Shop…with the Mister on Sunday resulted in the spontaneous purchase of a high quality, low noise (read: practically silent, even on its strongest setting), beautifully curved, smooth, sexy silicone vibrator, aaaaannnd…
(Insert blissful shudder here.)
I finally understand why some women get addicted to these things.
More to cum. Good girls always share their toys…