11.24.18
I was extremely lucky, you know, to have my first one bought for me. A dildo I mean.They are not always cheap, at least not where I had looked!
What lead to receiving one, was the fact that, I was on one of my 'Fuck Penis' rants. I was 23 cruising through life, searching for something more, I wasn't sure what the "more" was until way later. . . different story.
Anyways the rant consisted of the usual fantasy, all the pleasures of the man, with out the man, or the emotional/moral turmoil that is created with attachment really! I personally believe every woman at some point, in anger, has mentally said " Fuck men, I'll get a dildo. " I'm laughing now at this. Rant's are so much fun to go on, comedic, at times.
So one day she (my friend who I shared said rant) show's up at my office.
"I got you something!!" Her face was beaming, and I was befuddled. What what she talking about. Her hands reach out as she holds a black gift bag up for me to take.
"OH SHIT!" I adore presents you see. Adore them!
"This isn't a dildo is it." I laughed mischievously referencing our conversation from the month before. I walk into the room with her, shutting the door before taking a seat on my stool. Peeking inside the bag was a black box. I pulled it out and began opening it up. To my surprise, it was a dildo! A BRIGHT PINK ONE! The shape was aimed to look like a real penis, and had a set of balls, and a vein. Inwards I was reeling with laughter! We shared snickers as we laughed and joked about what I would name my new friend. Which I never did name. In fact, THIS was my first time touching one/owning. Of course now I hope to try many toys, really expand on self-pleasure! I just now, know I am not a plain dildo type.
I didn't touch it, for the first, I would say 2 weeks I had it. Pulling in after a half day and I remember feeling extremely needy. I laid on my bed and pulled out my favorite pipe. (RIP to my jellyfish pipe) *tears of sadness* This is actually where my discovery starts, and where I will describe to you, all the details of this first for me...
Story Time:
Taking a few puffs, the clothes just drifted off, the best thing about renting the room was how naked I was allowed to be. I set up my music, and slid my body on the twin bed. The fuzzy cover tickling and soothing over my flesh, almost gentle enough to give me chicken-skin. I closed my eyes, an like a little itch that kept growing, I could feel the restless-ness starting to creep up on me. I tried laying on my side, but that was no help. Grabbing my phone, I messaged everyone, trying to find something to do, or somewhere to go. Alas, my phone was silent. . .
The "It" was just chillin' off to the side. I grabbed the box, and began to unwrap it. The feel was different, firm and rubbery, had that new plastic smell. I touched the balls, giggling at myself. I love how balls look! Then again, I've never thought the human body, any part really, as gross or weird. It just is what is it. A vessel for the soul, or maybe the prison we are trapped in for some unknown. Either way, I find the human form stunning. In the box came a small packet of lube. I also had not used lube before. When I ripped off the top of it, immediately goo' started seeping out. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom across the hall. I played with the texture in between my fingers, it was strawberry scented. It didn't really smell like strawberries, sadly, but the smell was .... hmmm distinct. I washed my hands and placed the little packet in a ziplock, walking back to my bedroom. I had decided I would experiment.
Slightly nervous, I took another hit and laid down closing my eyes. Soft bases of my finger tips trail, barely, actually touching the skin, moving with the natural curves of my body. Starting low around my hips. Curving inwards to the tops of my thighs, drawing a line with them up my stomach and along the width of my waist. The hair on my legs stood up, and I could feel tension leave my body. Moving my fingers just under my breasts, then applying full palm pressure, I place my hands down kneading, and pulling at my nipples. Once more tracing the curves of my body until my arms also had chills. I picked up the dildo, and opened the ziplock to apply the strawberry lube. At first I was unsure of how much to place, ended up using to little, and gasped at how it stretched me, almost painful.
Taking a deep breathe, I let the lube drizzle down over my pink toy. Taking my palm I stroked it, until completely covered. I lifted my hips slightly up, and pressed the head into me. The pressure, was intense, and it felt uncomfortably large inside me. I moved it slowly in and out, clumsy with how to hold on to it as I attempted to move it. Lifting my hips up more, only helped slightly. I was now panting, waiting for chills or kisses, I felt. . . extremely full down there. Yet, there was no passion, no crave, no gripping for lustful sensations. Just me splayed out with a large pink plastic cock inside me.
There was no warm touches, no kissing, just my arms moving. I tried to play with myself while it was inside, but that just was not working out.
At this point in time, I felt like I was screwing the invisible man.
This, was NOT what I expected. My slippery fingers gripped at the end of the toy slowly pulling it all the way out. I sat up in bed, and laughed.
Well I thought, for sure, I would waste the afternoon away touching myself! I was wrong, it was not thrilling or exciting to me. I realized that day, I need connection of some sort. The plastic feel to the cold goop that I had to use, just isn't sexy sex. The smell of your lover, the feel of the warmth as they enter inside you! I washed it, and to be honest I placed it back in the box and I no longer have any clue as to where it went after I left it in the closest. HAHA! Oh well.
Fin.
That is my Dildo Diddly Time. I think this form of masturbation is just not for me. I would rather have something that is NOT looking or feeling like a penis inside me, unless attached to a woman or a men. I have used vibrators but that is a different story for a different day. :P
I was extremely lucky, you know, to have my first one bought for me. A dildo I mean.They are not always cheap, at least not where I had looked!
What lead to receiving one, was the fact that, I was on one of my 'Fuck Penis' rants. I was 23 cruising through life, searching for something more, I wasn't sure what the "more" was until way later. . . different story.
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Anyways the rant consisted of the usual fantasy, all the pleasures of the man, with out the man, or the emotional/moral turmoil that is created with attachment really! I personally believe every woman at some point, in anger, has mentally said " Fuck men, I'll get a dildo. " I'm laughing now at this. Rant's are so much fun to go on, comedic, at times.
So one day she (my friend who I shared said rant) show's up at my office.
"I got you something!!" Her face was beaming, and I was befuddled. What what she talking about. Her hands reach out as she holds a black gift bag up for me to take.
"OH SHIT!" I adore presents you see. Adore them!
"This isn't a dildo is it." I laughed mischievously referencing our conversation from the month before. I walk into the room with her, shutting the door before taking a seat on my stool. Peeking inside the bag was a black box. I pulled it out and began opening it up. To my surprise, it was a dildo! A BRIGHT PINK ONE! The shape was aimed to look like a real penis, and had a set of balls, and a vein. Inwards I was reeling with laughter! We shared snickers as we laughed and joked about what I would name my new friend. Which I never did name. In fact, THIS was my first time touching one/owning. Of course now I hope to try many toys, really expand on self-pleasure! I just now, know I am not a plain dildo type.
I didn't touch it, for the first, I would say 2 weeks I had it. Pulling in after a half day and I remember feeling extremely needy. I laid on my bed and pulled out my favorite pipe. (RIP to my jellyfish pipe) *tears of sadness* This is actually where my discovery starts, and where I will describe to you, all the details of this first for me...
Story Time:
Taking a few puffs, the clothes just drifted off, the best thing about renting the room was how naked I was allowed to be. I set up my music, and slid my body on the twin bed. The fuzzy cover tickling and soothing over my flesh, almost gentle enough to give me chicken-skin. I closed my eyes, an like a little itch that kept growing, I could feel the restless-ness starting to creep up on me. I tried laying on my side, but that was no help. Grabbing my phone, I messaged everyone, trying to find something to do, or somewhere to go. Alas, my phone was silent. . .
The "It" was just chillin' off to the side. I grabbed the box, and began to unwrap it. The feel was different, firm and rubbery, had that new plastic smell. I touched the balls, giggling at myself. I love how balls look! Then again, I've never thought the human body, any part really, as gross or weird. It just is what is it. A vessel for the soul, or maybe the prison we are trapped in for some unknown. Either way, I find the human form stunning. In the box came a small packet of lube. I also had not used lube before. When I ripped off the top of it, immediately goo' started seeping out. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom across the hall. I played with the texture in between my fingers, it was strawberry scented. It didn't really smell like strawberries, sadly, but the smell was .... hmmm distinct. I washed my hands and placed the little packet in a ziplock, walking back to my bedroom. I had decided I would experiment.
Taking a deep breathe, I let the lube drizzle down over my pink toy. Taking my palm I stroked it, until completely covered. I lifted my hips slightly up, and pressed the head into me. The pressure, was intense, and it felt uncomfortably large inside me. I moved it slowly in and out, clumsy with how to hold on to it as I attempted to move it. Lifting my hips up more, only helped slightly. I was now panting, waiting for chills or kisses, I felt. . . extremely full down there. Yet, there was no passion, no crave, no gripping for lustful sensations. Just me splayed out with a large pink plastic cock inside me.
There was no warm touches, no kissing, just my arms moving. I tried to play with myself while it was inside, but that just was not working out.
This, was NOT what I expected. My slippery fingers gripped at the end of the toy slowly pulling it all the way out. I sat up in bed, and laughed.
Well I thought, for sure, I would waste the afternoon away touching myself! I was wrong, it was not thrilling or exciting to me. I realized that day, I need connection of some sort. The plastic feel to the cold goop that I had to use, just isn't sexy sex. The smell of your lover, the feel of the warmth as they enter inside you! I washed it, and to be honest I placed it back in the box and I no longer have any clue as to where it went after I left it in the closest. HAHA! Oh well.
 |
| Love&Joy |
That is my Dildo Diddly Time. I think this form of masturbation is just not for me. I would rather have something that is NOT looking or feeling like a penis inside me, unless attached to a woman or a men. I have used vibrators but that is a different story for a different day. :P
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