Bisexual Girls Club

I have always been pretty skeptical about using sex toys. It was my opinion that there was no reason to use some inanimate object when I could have the real thing. You can’t really beat the feeling of flesh on flesh, sweaty masses writhing together, scent of pure lust and the way bodies react to each other when given signs of pleasure or resistance, the action, the cheering, the various rounds, and everybody scores…it’s like a team sport! I’m just saying that the real thing is the best.

I guess in a way I was scared of toys. I once had a girl press my side of a double headed dildo too hard into me because she was excited about what was inside her … I guess we needed a better safety guard. One time, at band camp… no, not really. But one time, I suffered minor bruises and scratches from a strap-on that was fitted improperly. My pelvis did not like it and I didn’t know why. Better preparation, or a different strap-on would have been the answer. On another occasion, I burnt out the circuit of a laser pointer pen. I probably shouldn’t have used that to begin with. A simple (BiC classic ballpoint or whatever) pen seemed to be the only “toy” that worked on me – my clit certainly liked that very much – in college, during study breaks, that pen was my best friend. From my experience though, toys seemed to be more trouble than they were worth.

That is until I learned about butt plugs, and the proper use of bullets (the latter is now one of my most used). And eventually, the proper use of a strap on, but that one is a story for another time. Like everything else, unless you have a completely natural instinct about it, you have to learn how things can work for you. Imagine that.

My most recent lesson was on vibrators with clitoral stimulation and pleasure pearls. Those took a little research. I was asked recently what I knew about the pleasure pearls. Now unless I misunderstood the question, I took pleasure pearls to mean those internal beads of a vibrator that rotate for added pleasure as you adjust the controls. Or as one product’s description states, “added sensation in the region of the vagina closest to the opening that contains the most nerve endings.” I didn’t really care much for those actually. In fact someone who did not like them (perhaps she did not have a powerful enough machine or they just weren’t for her – but hell, toys can’t please everyone all the time) turned me off the idea because it seemed to make sense that they weren’t really all that effective.

Before I was asked the question, I didn’t really give them much of a chance. Remember this is a learning process for me, and yes, eventually there was that aha moment. So I got busy with my task. I ran around to my pink toy box, grabbed the essentials, and laid myself down on my bed after I moved the cats out of the way so that I wouldn’t get any distractions. It felt weird at first because it’s not like I was turned on. What the hell was I doing spreading my legs again? Oh yeah, this is just research. A little lube – check. Three, no, two, no three AA batteries – check.

I rolled my underwear down to my ankles, tugged a little with toes to opposite sides and kicked the panties to the floor. Okay, now I was getting a little excited. Getting my underwear off always gives me a little tickle I guess because I remember what juicy mess can follow the peeling off of that tiny bit of cloth. I’ve been conditioned to enjoy those little seemingly innocent moments. Even if no actual sex is on the way, I think about all the reasons I have taken off my underwear. If I’m doing it just to change them for fresh underwear, I still have to clean myself and invariable that brings a nice tingle. If I’m just going to the bathroom, the mere act of piing might give me a little tingle or just the fact that my underwear is down to my ankles might make me smile a little. If I’m going to take a shower, well, I’ve had some pretty good times in there too so even if that is not the intention, jerking off or getting fucked in the shower is always a possibility. If I’m putting on my bathing suit – well that right there just puts me in a sexy mood most of the times. A big part of it though is that in my upbringing the mere idea of uncovering your privates is naughty. And it’s wrong to be bad, but I just can’t help it. So, yeah, the taking off of the underwear is kind of a really nice part of the pre-sex thing. Perhaps I have an underwear fetish.

In any case, back to the subject at hand. Lex is in the other room so I won’t be disturbed – check. Actually if he had walked in on me it wouldn’t have been so bad. In fact, it gave me an extra special sensation wondering if he might find me with juices dripping down my pussy, but alas, this time it was not to be. Toy ready in right hand, legs up in the air, controls resting on my chest – I needed both hands to get that bad boy inside me to make the proper adjustments and all that – check.

Luckily the lube did a wonderful job of preparing me. Remember, this was just for research. There’s no way I was really going to get turned on. So, there I went and inserted the vibrator inside me – it slipped in nice and comfy. What surprised me slightly was when the little butterfly or whatever it is rubbed against my clit and suddenly felt really good. Mmmmm, I think I like this homework. As I set the controls to vibrate my clit immediately started to beg for more. Then I set the pearls to rotate and I squeezed really hard as I realized it felt like the vibrator was thrusting into me. And my grip on the toy tightened so I had to increase the intensity of thrusting while keeping the vibration at the same speed – it was a little hard to have to think about, but not difficult enough to keep me from enjoying myself.

I thought about all those who are experts at using these machines – what ecstasy they must feel! I had found a new best friend! To think I had hesitated. I almost wanted to set aside the toy and either finish by jerking myself off or run into the other room and ravish my husband, but I was enjoying myself too much to change direction. Well, technically I had finished once I found out what those pleasure pearls do, but there’s no way I could stop now.

My goodness, I could feel the juices flowing out of me. The vibrations on my clit gave me a throbbing sensation and warm ripples all over my body. I tilted my head back and let out a little moan. I thought for sure Lex would walk in on me now. The thrusting made me squeeze harder. I thought, “come on bad boy push harder, harder dammit! And the smooth vibration felt almost like a tongue on my clit, lapping away all the juices. It was pointed so perfectly on the right spot I could hardly contain my moans. As I touched my pussy I felt the big wet mess. With another thrust I squeezed even tighter and arched my back slightly as the throbbing got stronger and stronger by the second. I grabbed on to the edge of the bed for support as I spread my legs further apart and closed my eyes ready for that final wave of pleasure that was inevitable. It didn’t take long for me to find that delicious release I didn’t even know I was looking for.

After I actually did my own research and learned how to use those pretty pearls properly, my opinion changed completely. Now I have an answer for the recent inquiry. For me, still, no toy is as good as the real thing can get, but, call is whatever you want to call it, I now call those pearls oh so goooood.

However, if the intention of the recent inquiry about pleasure pearls was in reference to anal beads, then I have to get back to some more research, which of course I’m perfectly happy to do!