I’m Cheating On My Vibrator
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The first time I cheated on my vibrator was at the home of some swinger friends, Erick and Daniella. Daniella is a gorgeous blond with bows tattooed on the back of her thighs who shares my love of bourbon. Erick is a military type who loves to watch his wife show off.
We were originally invited by mutual friends to a party they hosted at a hotel, but couldn’t attend because of a snowstorm. We rescheduled for the following week.
After meeting the two of them for drinks and wings (wings are sex-food, trust me) we ventured back to their place. Daniella poured me a glass of bourbon, and we sat in the living room playing musical chairs and swapping who was sitting next to whom.
Eventually, the party moved upstairs to Erick and Daniella’s bedroom. I brought my trusty waterproof blanket so that their bed wouldn’t be damaged by my supergasms. Erick was doubtful it would work.
As things heated up, I straddled Daniella’s face, she wanted to lick my pussy and Erick wanted to film it. It didn’t take her long to get me squirting in her mouth. She jumped up, excited and grabbed her wand vibrator.
“I want to see you come with this!” her breasts jiggled as she danced around.
This was my first experience with a wand-type massager. I’ve always been a penetrative orgasmer, (no that’s not a word, but it works here).
I battle chronic pain due to Lyme disease and sometimes, my pelvic muscles can’t accept penetration, but I still have a need to orgasm. Read that again, orgasms are a need, not a want. They relieve pain and improve your mood thanks to a rush of endorphins.
In my search for a toy that would help me achieve orgasm without penetration, I’d been hesitant to try a wand. I’d never talked about them with my female friends because women often don’t discuss such things enough. I was skeptical that a wand would do what it takes to get me to orgasm since it’s easier for me to come from penetration than just clitoral stimulation. I also thought they were a bit odd, and aimed at women who want a vibrator that doesn’t look like a vibrator.
Daniella proved me wrong. She started the wand and traced it up my legs, letting it tease my mound slightly before taking it away. When she kissed my clit with the vibrating orb, my body sung in response and my hips jumped off the bed begging for more.
When she finally trained the vibrator on my clit, my limbs were shaking in anticipation. The orgasm ripped through me and I found myself experiencing total orgasmic bliss. And Erick was impressed that my waterproof blanket was up to the task.
I got home from Erick and Daniella’s house that night and ordered a wand massager of my very own. I still love my rabbit vibrator, but sometimes I leave that one in the drawer and play with my new friend. I just discovered attachments for the wand massager and ordered myself some for mother’s day.
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