Don't get me wrong. I love dick. I Love the feeling of a warm man deep in me, thrusting. I love it even, anally. There's nothing more gratifying than interaction of a man and woman, with gigantic climaxes together. That being said...There are other times when I just want to have a clean and clear orgasm, without working hard for it. Without breaking too much of a sweat. Without having to please the other or being courteous to his wants and desires.
This is where my long time, steady comes to use. Me. One on one time with ME. It's precision, it's fulfilling, it's allowing my mind to wander to anybody I want to be inside me. Not that I don't fantasize during sex, but it's different where if I want to call out someone else's name it feels good and sex wont come to a screeching halt.
I have masturbated ever since I was 11 years old. I remember lightly grazing my tummy when I was 5 years old and getting a stirring feeling, But my first sexual experience was at 9 years old with a clothesline pole. Okay. Weird, but being a bit of a tomboy, I climbed trees, I climbed everything, and the clothesline pole was just another thing I climbed. On this particular day, I recall jumping up and grabbing the horizontal bar to pull myself up, while my legs wrapped around the pole attached to it running into the ground. As I pulled, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. It felt good, so I continued to do it, until I felt completely euphoric. Great feeling and I wanted it again!
Twenty-six years later, I have my own ways of getting that tingly feeling. My favorite of all times is named "The Bullet" and the reason for this is it was silver, as big as a small film container and several speeds controlling it by a cord leading into the bullet. It was originally purchased with a small black harness that snaps around the penis and as the penis is thrusting into you, the vibration from the bullet is supposed to send you into shear ecstasy. Not so much.
Once the first thrust and accidental next 2 pounded my bony mound, I was done with that. But what I gained from this was my own personal self satisfaction tool! Why in the world did it take me all those years to find it? This was in 1998. It's held up pretty well I must admit. But over the years I knew there were newer and better things out there. I had never been brave enough to get a dildo, and kind of out of respect for my boyfriend turned husband.
So several years ago, when going to a sex toy party, I bought a new bullet for me and a 'toy' for my husband. This was called "Pirates Cove." It was in theory supposed feel like a pussy, with some hum to it. He wasn't crazy about it, wanted the actual mound that is painted and sewn hair virtual pussy. So I gained, another bullet. I liked it alot. These were smoother, more aerodynamic than what my original bullet was, so the silver bullet was getting less play. Soon after I burned out the two newer ones and I was at the new annual toy party that had made much success the previous year. I decided to find a realistic cock. It was time to change some things and see what else was out there!
I found the Chocolate Dream. This 12 inch rubber schlong had veins and a head, very real looking with a twist and turn and it was vibrating! Overwhelming, a little, so I didn't get into it very fast. It actually took me a while to actually use it and I continued to use my old faithful silver bullet. During this time I experienced anal sex. With lots of lube, my silver bullet on my clit and a patient cock easing in and out sent me thru the roof with ecstasy! Who'da thunk? By this point my faithful silver bullet had a short in the wire and I was having to prop it at an angle so that when I was ready to explode it wouldn't shut off and kill it all for me. Minor things, but workable!
Soon I got into my vitual cock, alone, as it was creating some jealousy from the peanut gallery. Im still not a fan of it, but when I orgasm it's easy and no real mess to clean up.
What I find is that I like the vibrator in me and I stimulate my clit with my silver bullet, but my first choice is just clit action and no vibrator. Yesterday, I started to get really horny and I went into my private box and pulled out my trusty silver bullet. I pulled my panties down at my ankles and opened my legs as wide as they could go at the edge of my bed.
I started thinking of things to turn me on. I turned my bullet on and it made a weird noise. The sound was like a baby rattle. Like a bead had gotten lose in a bucket. It made no vibration. Talk about a mood killer!!
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On January 10, 2008 I lost a dear companion, trusted friend and laid it to rest. I will miss it tremendously as we spent a great deal of years together. I enjoyed my time with it. I will have a hard time replacing it but most of all finding one that has been there as long as my silver bullet has been. RIP Silver Bullet 1998-2008.
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