A Lazy Orgasm

I bought a vibrator.

I can’t believe I haven’t bought one sooner.

The End.

Just kidding…

In all seriousness though, I really can’t believe I haven’t bought one sooner.

I have spent the last few years religiously (or is it wrong to associate religion with dildos?!) using the non-vibrating variety of sex toy from rubber to glass and even rose quartz crystal.

Yes, I am a boujee bitch.

I was adamant that I mostly preferred self stimulation - massaging my own clit and rarely even veered towards penetration.

Then I got bored.

Bored of my own masturbation technique.

Bored of the time it took to make myself come.

Bored of the effort I had to put in to get a piss poor orgasm because of the pressure I was putting on myself to have one of the mind shattering ones I know can be made available to me…

Then Ann Summers had a sale.

I bought a 50% off vibrating rampant rabbit - in my favourite shade of lilac.

Iconic.

I was about to experience what all of the hype is about.

Well… fuck.

I have never reached orgasm so quickly in my entire life.

I came so quickly I almost didn’t even realise what was happening.

Is that a good thing, though?

Right enough it is there for when you just really need to crack one out but for me? I prefer a slower stimulation.

I prefer the tease. The turn on.

I prefer the flirting, the touching, the almost touching, the gentle caress of a teasing tongue…

I prefer to let myself get unbearably turned on before I even touch myself so that, when I eventually do, I am already drenched.

The vibrator takes away the need for all of that.

It really does do a good job - believe me, I’ve had a LOT of fun with it and I imagine I will continue to have a whole lot more.

But I would absolutely agree that it is a lazy orgasm.