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I LOVE MY WOMANIZER

The first vibrator I ever purchased was the ever-infamous Rabbit. It may or may not have been on the heels of the Sex and the City episode; but, nonetheless, once I got home, I needed try it and see what all the fuss was about. Up until that point, all the pleasure I felt was either from resting in the bathtub and letting the water from the faucet pound down on my clit, or me rubbing it out in my room at night.  

In the quiet of my room, I pulled out my battery-operated Rabbit, put a condom on it, and went to town. The sensation of the penis-shaped felt good; but it was the vibrations from the ears on my clit that brought me to ecstasy. It was that feeling alone that I would continue to chase for years. A few times I purchased items to help me engage my G-spot: silicone inserted vibrator, even a glass G-spot stimulator; but every time, I only ever had clitoral orgasms.  Eventually, I stopped buying insertable devices and focused solely on my clit. I went through a series of pocket-sized vibrators: ones with changeable heads, and some with multiple speeds and vibrations. A few years ago, I happened into Babeland and purchased my Raines brand Vibrator. It was pretty, purple, had a multitude of patterns, and was quiet. She even came with a little pouch, with a lock and key. She held me down, then I had to replace her, and she was there for me for another year or two.  

A year or two later, I was determined to have a G-spot orgasm. So, I returned back to Babeland where I bought my ($120) Fifi by Je Joue rechargeable vibrator. When I got home, I charged it up for a bit; after I took my shower, I washed it off, applied some lube and waited for the magic to happen. The sensations were far more advanced from when I used the rabbit and I was able to cum 5 times. But, all of them were only clitoral. The amazing sensations did nothing to bring me to a G-spot orgasms, and because of that I was twistedly disappointed. I had come to the conclusion in my early 20s that I was one of those women that would never have a G-spot orgasm, but I loved sex and oral so much that; I can’t miss what I never had. With that, I stopped caring for artificial objects in my vagina. I love fingers, tongues, and dicks; and that’s enough for me. 

I loved my Fifi, but having to use the vagina insert, removed the fun for me, so I went back to my Raines vibrator. Then, I kept hearing about this thing called a Womanizer; it interested me because it was said that; the sucking mechanism was a totally new experience, not like other vibrators.  

So, I returned back to Babeland and with some skepticism I said, hell with it, and made my purchase. I walked away with my ($99) Womanizer Liberty Clitoral Stimulator. When I got home, I read the instructions, and charged the device. Later that night, I laid back in my bed, applied some lube to my clit and fired her up.  

The sensation was nothing I had ever experienced. I felt as if all the blood in my body was being drawn to my clit. I grabbed at my nipples as my legs trembled and my breathing grew deeper and heavier. With a final deep breath, my abs clenched, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head; I had my first Womanizer induced orgasm. My energy was depleted, but the whole ordeal may have only been 3 minutes. I looked up at my revolving ceiling fan and waited for my body to feel normal. I wanted to feel that sensation again; so, I spread my legs again and enjoyed the ride. Only this time, something felt different. Not only was my clit throbbing even harder this time, all my southern muscles lost control. I felt my orgasm building up and finally the release, followed by a steady stream of orgasmic fluids. It wasn’t a squirt; it was a juicy ooze. My sheets were soaked, and I gave zero fucks. I was in post-orgasmic bliss.  

I looked up at my ceiling fan, I felt the cool air mix with the sweat that had formed on my body, deliver a chill. I felt the moisture on the sheets, below my ass start to get cold. I reached my hands down to my opening and felt the cum on my fingers. I always loved the taste of my juices on my partners lips, after they ate my pussy, and I wanted to taste it again. It was deliciously sweet. I delivered myself one more orgasm before the night was through. When I was finished, I got my hair dryer, dried my wet spot, and retreated into a lovey slumber.  

I realized, after the fact, that it was the first time, in a very-very long time that I didn’t use porn to stimulate my mind. Ever since that night all Womanizer orgasms have been mental and breath only. Now, there are times when I forget to charge my Womanizer, and when I lay down, she’s dead. I would use porn and go back to one of my many other toys. But the Womanizer is in a lane all her own. I use her at night, in the morning, for an afternoon pick-me-up after work, and in the shower; it’s quite possibly the best toy I’ve had ever. It’s a fantastic toy to have in your arsenal. However, I have heard some women say it was too intense, but I absolutely, obviously love it. 

In my next post I’ll revisit the Tabooty series, and the role my Womanizer played in making the experience magical. 

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The Wonders of Coconut Oil Part 2

Be sure to read “The Wonders of Coconut Oil Part 1” before reading Part 2

So- there I was, vagina slathered in coconut oil, in preparation for my upcoming sex appointment. Like I said in the last post; I should’ve cancelled it, but my hormones got the best of me. I put on my lingerie, dress, heels and left to get in the Uber that he called for me. He lived in a fucking walk-up, and since I hate stairs, I was not too thrilled and sweaty upon arrival. 

When I finally arrived at the pearly gates of his apartment door, he greeted me with hug and passionate kiss. Shoes came off and we went to sit on the couch. His apartment was nice, for a bachelor, and it had all the essential furniture. The only downside was that his mattress was on the floor. What is it with grown men refusing to invest in a bed frame? But, the rest of the apartment was nice and clean so I couldn’t get hung up on this minor detail. 

We talked for a bit while he made me a drink and listened to some music and discussed various kinks, and Dos & Donts. We kissed and then the chemistry of the alcohol took over. I went in between his legs and pulled out his penis and began to enjoy him. He filled my mouth, just right and I became more wet with each lick. Before things got too heated, we went to the bedroom. His fingers began to explore my vagina; and the spells he casted were nothing short of magical. My body had fully surrendered to the power of his digits; all of a sudden, I felt an oozing of fluid and I was spent. I had only ever squirted on 2 occasions prior to that; once, when I was masturbating for hours at home, the other, was with one of my college-age partners, with zero intention. After he made me squirt (notice I said- not cum); we had sex. Rough and animalistic, the way I sometimes love. Ass slapping, light choking, and anal play had me moaning and juicing on all cylinders. I collapsed down on the bed from penetrative exhaustion. After a moment we went back to sit on the couch. He smoked a blunt, then made us some vegan grilled cheese sandwiches; he oiled the pan with Organic Coconut Oil (LOL!) He made us each another drink and we ate our sandwiches. I must say for vegan cheese, from the perspective of a meat-eater, the sandwich was quite yummy. 

After our nourishment it was time for round two. He removed my dress and began sucking at my nipples as his fingers made their way back to my vagina. He put his hands around my neck and aided in me standing up- my juices began to trickle down my leg as he escorted me back to the bedroom. This time I wanted to be on my knees as he stood in front of me, and I took him in. I sucked, licked, twirled, and flicked my tongue with a mission. POW! He delivered a gentle slap to my face and I, to my own surprise, grew more aroused. I took him even deeper into my mouth, delivering aggressive head jerks for the tip of his penis to hit the back of my throat. He ejaculated on my breasts, hot and sticky. After he cleaned me up, he got in position to deliver me more pleasure. He made me squirt 2 more times then, on the third time I rubbed at my clitoris as his fingers explored both my vagina and ass-hole. I let out a roar that would put the lions to shame, because he covered my mouth until my limbs went limp. He grabbed a condom then laid me on my stomach and began to repossess my body until he came. I dozed off for about 10 minutes and woke up to him sitting on couch. We sat and talked for a little bit, until it was time for me to go. I took a quick shower and I was on my way. 

The realization of the fucking I had just put my body through didn’t set in until I went to use the bathroom at the movie theater. I went to wipe and I wanted to punch myself in the throat! My vagina was utterly fucked raw. When I got home, I went into the bathroom looking for possible battle wounds that could explain my discomfort; other than the more intense red color everything looked normal. After my shower, I slathered coconut oil all over my vagina.  

When Tuesday came, my vagina and my throat felt a little off. So, in conjunction with going to the walk-in GYN after work, I called all my partners I had played with that weekend for sexual re-con. Who else at the party did you fuck, when was the last time you got tested, and when was the last time you were sick? Eventually, with daily applications of coconut oil, that soothed and moisturized my pubic and labia, the discomfort subsided. A week later, my results came back and everything was negative.  

It had never crossed my mind that maybe my body was just not used to all the fucking I had just put it through. If I was going to continue living this polyamorous, non-monogamous, occasional swinger lifestyle I would have to adopt new methods for vaginal care. Vitamin D (the kind that comes in a bottle), probiotics, coconut oil, and lots and lots of lune. Sure- I’ve gone many rounds of sex before, but never the way it happened that weekend. There was really only a sliver of time at the party where my vagina wasn’t being either, penetrated, rubbed, or licked. And, although it felt amazing- it was very-new indeed.  

I learned then that lube, would forever be my best friend; and, that Coconut Oil, really, does do wonders.  

TABOOTY – PART 2

What’s the butt-hole deal?

Bent over, on all fours, I arched my body to face him. “I’ve got a butt-plug; you want to try it?” He whispered back into my ear, “Yes.” I walked to my bag and came back with my newly purchased, all black, silicone butt-plug. This was the first time I was using a plug; and with me naked and everything about to go down, it looked a lot bigger than it did in the store.  

I bent back over as he moistened the plug with his saliva. He gently nudged it in, at first there was a bit of resistance. But, after a few deep breaths and a quiet mental-mantra my body gave in. The sensation was beyond exhilarating; being filled in such a new way, aroused me to another level. He delivered a few kisses and bites to my cheeks, then re-entered me. The feeling was indescribable. As the initial rush of pain subsided, the overflowing feeling of stimulation took over my body. Every thrust he delivered made contact to the plug that was secured inside of me; and each one felt better than the last. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in ecstasy and he let out an animal roar and slumped over onto my back. The sound of heavy breathing was silenced by our kissing. He gently removed the plug then went to the bathroom to wash it off.   

When he returns from the bathroom, I’m laying on couch, completely naked, and thoroughly fucked. He lays down next to me, we don’t speak; we only cuddle. I break the silence by asking him if he liked that- already knowing the answer. He replies that he did. I ask him if he could feel the plug as he was fucking me and his answer was, also, yes. He asked me how I liked it and I told him I loved it. It won’t be on the menu all the time, but from time to time, I definitely would love it.  

Refractory period over, and he was ready to go again. I just love his stamina. Kiss, fondle, lick, fingers, orgasm for me, 69 as I suck him while he plays with my ass again. He really-really likes my ass. I have to discover what this fascination with my ass-hole is. We finish with another amazing round of sex, orgasm for him then we retreat to the bedroom to sleep. He pulls me in close and we’re off to slumber-land. 

A week goes by and my southern parts starts to feel “different”… Mother-fucker! I visit the walk-in GYN and she prescribes me treatment for what she thinks looks like yeast and/or bacterial vaginosis. I tell her, my partner and I were doing anal and she concludes that’s the likely culprit. At the conclusion of my visit she tells me to “Make sure he minds his digits; one hand for vagina and one for the ass”. Ugh! I guess after the pleasure there may be some pain – or is it the other way around? A week later my results come back negative of everything- hmm. I guess my pussy was just fucking with me!  

With everything cleared in on my Southern Hemisphere, I became a little anal obsessed. I started watching butt-plug porn. I especially love the metal ones with jewels. They just look so pretty! I really wanted to know what the fixation with eating ass was. I hear about it all the time on the podcasts I listen to (Whoreible_decisions), and a plethora of men always request to eat my ass; so, What’s the butt-hole deal? I needed an answer for this seemingly taboo thing that everyone was doing. So, in true fashion, whenever I want an honest answer, I ask Reddit. 

I prefaced it with the fact that I date men of all races. However, this has been an act delivered to me by predominantly White, European, and Latino men. (Not that black men don’t- I just haven’t had a black man say and/or do it- to me). I got a combination of: “ass-holes just look pretty…”, “the orgasms are more powerful…”, “a kinky fetish”; I also got a slew of people simply wanting to explore their partners body, and lastly- something about the butt being “taboo” is a real turn-on. My conclusion, in the end, was that it doesn’t really matter in the end as long as both the giver and receiver are enjoying the act.  

I saw my guy a week later; we just went to dinner as both of our schedules were crazy. He asked me how my parts were doing, to which I replied; “In the future you must, mind your digits” and he said he would.  

The next time I saw him, it was after my workout class. When I was done, I took an Uber to his house. I ate my dinner we relaxed on the couch a bit. Not long after, we started kissing and I went down on him. Earlier in the week we were texting that he wanted to titty-fuck me and I was so on board. These pierced-DDDs were happy to oblige. I pulled off my shirt and bra, he pulled down his pants- half clothed sex is hot! He came on my tits and my juices began to flow. We retreated to the shower to freshen up and returned back to the couch. We both must’ve been tired because it wasn’t long before we got in bed. A moment of kissing then his face was buried in between my legs. A deep breath and a loud scream signaled my orgasm and it was on. He grabbed a condom then slid into me. Deep powerful thrusts attacked my body and sent shivers all over my body, then we were done. Wait- no butt-play? I did an enema for nothing! We fell asleep and held each other all night long.  

The next day, he sent me a naughty picture. A girl could get used to this! He asked me if I enjoyed myself last night and I told him yes. I guess the screaming at the top of my lungs wasn’t confirmation enough that I had cum. I told him I don’t have G-spot orgasms, only clitoral. He told me he wanted to fully penetrate my ass. To which I replied, yes- we just have to work our way up to it. I enjoy anal sex with a partner that listens to me, and he’s shown me that he can do just that.  

I’m looking forward to that next time.