Good Vibrations

Now any readers with a sensitive disposition I love ya, but please read another post because I wouldn’t want to offend anybody. I will see you at my next post which won’t be based around sex - I promise!

So there I was having a lovely cuppa with my girl J, and we got to talking about numerous things to do with sex. Call me ‘Ms Out There’ - but yes, I ain’t gonna lie, I am not a prude and I do love a good ol sex chat with my ladies. Over our glasses of wine - or tea, me and the ladies are able to discuss our latest experiences, offer advice or have a giggle (we‘ve had plenty of those), plus get tips! Now I’ve had mind blowing experiences when it comes to sex, but unfortunately on certain occasions there have been times where it’s been lets say - rubbish! You know the times when you are FAKING it ladies, but in your mind you are counting down the thrusts, listening to your fake ass moans, and just thinking ‘hurry up and come, hurry up and come’. Now this could be because the man is rubbish in bed, hasn’t warmed the oven properly, or you are just not in the mood.

Now a few years back I was temping at Erotica which is an annual Adult Porn Industry exhibition here in London. I wasn’t, may I add doing anything untoward! I was actually walking around taking surveys from the normal and very weird folk that attended. My main reason for working there was having the opportunity to see Dita Von Tease perform her wonderfully seductive show for free loads of times, plus I had always been curious about what the show was about. Well I can honestly say I saw and experienced things that I never want to see AGAIN, Debs knows exactly what I mean!

At the end of the show all the workers got a goody bag with all sorts of things in it. Body paint, Nipple Tassels, Whips, Hand Cuffs and a Vibrator. I was single at the time so was a little disappointed that I couldn’t put my freebies to good use. It’s then I properly clocked the vibrator which was tiny, I was no stranger to vibrators having been brought one by an ex, but this one didn’t look like much at all. I read the wrapper and it was a called a bullet ‘The Ultimate Clitoral Stimulator’ hmmm I thought, I tossed it to one side and thought nothing of it.

One particular day I was feeling …….. (I will let you fill in the space) and clocked ‘The Bullet’, well I don’t know if any of you have watched the episode of Sex in The City when Charlotte gets addicted to her vibrator….Well that was me! I would actually come home, make sure the coast was clear and get that thing out daily, I was hooked! That little bit of plastic sent me to places that any man would find it difficult to send me for numerous reasons, the main ones being:

A. It never required anything in return!

B. It never got tired.

C. I could use it when I felt like it!

D. I could place it exactly where I liked and it would stay put!

After a few weeks the thing ran out of battery, and I started to realise that although it had the positives stated above, it didn’t replace true intimacy with someone you are attracted to and love. So I actually never replaced the batteries, but can look back on my love affair with my vibrator with fond memories.

So BDSS ladies have you had any such experiences with sexual objects? Or perhaps your only sexual object could only ever be a man?! Readers please share your thoughts too.