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it's been so long. i've been so busy, and computerless as well.
but i have a story.
i call it:
so not long ago, just this last summer, tritan bought her very first vibrator. she and her boyfriend were making a casual trip to the porn store in her hometown, looking to see if anything piqued their interest (as well as picking up more of their beloved cherry lube). tritan had expressed interest in a vibrator on occasion before, but her boyfriend never took her light comments on the joys of toys very seriously. so when she made her way to the porn store's extensive selection of vibrators, he protested, saying that it was an insult to his sexual skills.
i scoffed.
if his sexual skills were lacking, i wouldn't still be with him. truth be told. love is well and good. but sex is a raw human desire that needs to be fufilled, emotional attachments strong or not.
i told him that it was simply a way to make our lives more interesting. and to make his job easier, so that he would not have to concentrate on pleasuring me so much as enjoying himself. i bought a small, non-threatening vibrating bullet and we went home.
the sex was wonderful.
and long.
oh so very long.
and i came.
so very many times.
it had been a while since i had used a vibrator of any kind on myself. in fact, the last vibrator used on me was several years ago by my last and first lesbian sex partner. so it was almost like a brand new experience.
i made him sit still, made him stay fully clothed, while i stripped down bare and turned on my vibrator, leaning back against the wall our bed was pushed up against, pushing the tip of the vibrator up against my clit.
i about came instantly.
i could see the bulge growing in his pants, the strain against the zipper of his jeans.
i kept going, stifling moans between clenched teeth and biting my lip. i closed my eyes and let myself ride the pleasure wave.
before i knew it, he had ripped down his jeans and leapt on top of me, pushing me down against the bed as i yelped. he bit at my neck, growling at me, 'keep doing that. keeping fucking yourself with that toy.'
and so i did. even as he slipped his rigid cock into my already dripping pussy, even when he stopped to flip me around and fuck me from behind, ever so hard, and so deep, the way he knows i like it, i kept that vibrator humming against my clit, causing me to scream and scream and moan and bite my lip so hard it might have started bleeding. i practically came with every thrust, the constant stimulation coming from both of the most sensitive parts of me, and he stopped for a brief second, a little concerned with my constant, violent shuddering. i just moaned that i couldn't stop coming, and relieved by this, rammed into me so hard my arms gave way and he collapsed on top of me on the bed, cumming into my spasming body below him.
next i want a dildo.
but i have a story.
i call it:
so not long ago, just this last summer, tritan bought her very first vibrator. she and her boyfriend were making a casual trip to the porn store in her hometown, looking to see if anything piqued their interest (as well as picking up more of their beloved cherry lube). tritan had expressed interest in a vibrator on occasion before, but her boyfriend never took her light comments on the joys of toys very seriously. so when she made her way to the porn store's extensive selection of vibrators, he protested, saying that it was an insult to his sexual skills.
i scoffed.
if his sexual skills were lacking, i wouldn't still be with him. truth be told. love is well and good. but sex is a raw human desire that needs to be fufilled, emotional attachments strong or not.
i told him that it was simply a way to make our lives more interesting. and to make his job easier, so that he would not have to concentrate on pleasuring me so much as enjoying himself. i bought a small, non-threatening vibrating bullet and we went home.
the sex was wonderful.
and long.
oh so very long.
and i came.
so very many times.
it had been a while since i had used a vibrator of any kind on myself. in fact, the last vibrator used on me was several years ago by my last and first lesbian sex partner. so it was almost like a brand new experience.
i made him sit still, made him stay fully clothed, while i stripped down bare and turned on my vibrator, leaning back against the wall our bed was pushed up against, pushing the tip of the vibrator up against my clit.
i about came instantly.
i could see the bulge growing in his pants, the strain against the zipper of his jeans.
i kept going, stifling moans between clenched teeth and biting my lip. i closed my eyes and let myself ride the pleasure wave.
before i knew it, he had ripped down his jeans and leapt on top of me, pushing me down against the bed as i yelped. he bit at my neck, growling at me, 'keep doing that. keeping fucking yourself with that toy.'
and so i did. even as he slipped his rigid cock into my already dripping pussy, even when he stopped to flip me around and fuck me from behind, ever so hard, and so deep, the way he knows i like it, i kept that vibrator humming against my clit, causing me to scream and scream and moan and bite my lip so hard it might have started bleeding. i practically came with every thrust, the constant stimulation coming from both of the most sensitive parts of me, and he stopped for a brief second, a little concerned with my constant, violent shuddering. i just moaned that i couldn't stop coming, and relieved by this, rammed into me so hard my arms gave way and he collapsed on top of me on the bed, cumming into my spasming body below him.
next i want a dildo.