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Originally Posted by sexy.heather39
no buzz here.....about 6 years ago I was so desensitized from using a vibrator I couldn't achieve orgasm without it. So I quit. It is nice to have to power in my fingers to do it at anytime.
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In 2009 my ex bought me a 'Rabbit' on Bourbon Street. I was half drunk and didn't think much of it - later, I thought he was disgusting and almost threw it out but at $200....I couldn't.
It remained a novelty for at least a year. Once in a while it would cross my mind that should I perish in an untimely manner, it'd be a source of shame amongst my life's keepsakes but I never used it.
One day I used it, then I used it again and again. I never thought much of it...I was on Match.com at the time and would often find myself home alone on weekends. Come Friday night and I'd enthusiastically check my messages BUT more times than not, I'd settle on my pjs, 20/20 and the Rabbit.
Around that time I rescued my beloved baby, a wayward Pit Bull and dating took a back seat. Another year passed and eventually I found myself dating someone I liked. Liked may be an understatement, I adored him.
After having REAL sex for the first time, it wasn't the same. I couldn't put my finger on it BUT I could no longer reach orgasm.
One day I just blurted it out in front of my cousin, whom I suspected never heard of a Dildo and she laughed hysterically while explaining how the very same apparatus ruined her. I was horrified!
I still used it but always felt guilty after. What man could compete? Rotating pearl balls? Who has those? Vibrating rabbit ears at 3 speeds? It's not fair.
Luckily my dog began to develop a sensitivity to the low vibrating sound waves and no matter how far, or what he was doing - he'd come barking as soon as he heard it. Talk about guilty? It was like a toddler crying and pounding on your door calling out 'Mommy Mommy' while you were enjoying a man other than their father.
I began to question my very being. What sort of woman had I become? Was it a sign that if given the opportunity, I'd F&CK up motherhood? I got rid of it (R.I.P.)
A divine intervention. I'm a better person.
It took me forever to learn to masturbate again. Now I only half enjoy it (when alone) but I'll admit to rubbing one out 2x a week - admittedly I attempt 4 but sometimes the thought of my ancestors watching from above gets the best of me. Wah