MY PERSONAL G-SPOT VIBRATOR STORY

WHY I USE MY G-SPOT VIBRATOR ALMOST EVERY DAY NOW

I know it’s a common joke among straight women that their partners, boyfriends, husbands or lovers are hopeless when it comes to finding the most pleasurable zones on a woman’s body. I get it. And once you’ve had a few fumbles with a guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing who seems oblivious to the fact that you didn’t get any pleasure at all from what just happened, you’re bound to get a bit cynical. We have to put up with a lot of crap from men, after all.

My husband, Peter, has never given me much pleasure in bed. But this is one man who can’t be blamed. He has tried everything he can to please me, he is the most loving, giving partner in bed you can imagine. In fact, when I shared a few intimate details with my friend Cherry about the lengths that he goes to try to give me pleasure, she was amazed.

“Oh my god, Sara, you’re so lucky. I have never had a guy like that.”

I am lucky. Peter is a lovely guy. We’ve been married five years, together for eight and I couldn’t wish for a kinder, more attentive man. I am deeply in love with him. And the fact that I have never experienced a full-on orgasm is not his fault. Really.

I’m not the only woman out there who has never had an orgasm. But in my case my inexperience is entirely voluntary, and it all stems from an experience I had as a teenager, back when I was in college. I had never been very sexual, and although I had explored my own body like most teenagers, I’d always been too scared of being caught doing something that I thought was disgusting that I never took it very far when I was at home.

That changed when I was at college. My room-mate Sharon was a typically out-going New Yorker. She was the polar opposite of me; loud, brash, given to swearing and cursing and completely unshockable. It was Sharon who finally wheedled it out of me; the fact that I had never had an orgasm, and Sharon who bought me that sex toy.

She left it, on my bed, with a note that just said ‘Enjoy!’ The thing looked enormous. It was eight inches long, thick and just looking at it made me scared. But I had no excuse. There was no-one around. I had been having increasingly sexual thoughts and finding that I was waking up in the night, with my nipples fully erect, breathing heavily, my pussy damp. It was time to take the step.

I BEGAN TO FUCK MYSELF WITH MY VIBRATOR

That night, I made sure my door was locked, then I lay down on the bed. I rubbed the vibrator over my body, and my nipples responded instantly, hardening and sending tingles through my whole body. I began to shiver and bit my lip as I slide the vibrator down. I lubed the smooth surface of the vibrator and began to pass it over my pussy lips. Pleasure radiated through my whole body, and then, when I pushed it inside me, I nearly squealed out. The bliss was so intense.

I began to fuck myself, slowly, working that toy into me, pressing into my pussy deeper with each thrust. The pleasure was utterly overwhelming. I began to cry, and yell and moan and I felt a rushing sound in my ears. Suddenly I was aware that I was no longer in control. My body began to convulse, and my vision started to blur. I was shaking and I could feel myself sweating. At the same time, my pussy felt so wet and yet so tight. Blood was pounding in my head and my whole body began to spasm. Crying out, I pulled the vibrator out and threw it across the room.

From that day I had never so much as fingered myself. The experience had been so scary, so overwhelming. It was not only frightening in itself, I worried about what it might do to me if I became used to the sensations. Would I become addicted to it? Compared to the joy that five minutes with that vibrator gave me, every other pleasure felt weak.

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That wasn’t my only concern. My pussy has always been tight. At first, I thought it was just to do with being a virgin, but after Peter and I had fucked a few times I realised that it wasn’t changing. Peter was always very gentle, but most of our sexual play didn’t involve too much penetration because he was worried about hurting me. It was that concern, that my pussy was too tight, that led me to go online looking for solutions.

Of course, looking online for any sort of medical answer is not always a good idea. But on this occasion, after a little fruitless surfing, I came across an interesting article. It was the review of a new sex toy, it said was specifically designed for women who were a little tight. That stimulated my interest, but what really grabbed my attention was the claim that this particular toy was able to reach the female G spot and that it would almost guarantee an ‘earth-shattering orgasm’. The way that the reviewer described her experience with the toy left me a little breathless. Thirty seconds later, I had entered my bank details and pressed Pay.

I WAS HOME ALONE..

When the package arrived, two days later, I was at home. Peter was at work, so I had the house to myself. After eagerly tearing open the plain packaging, I held the toy aloft, like a strange and mysterious artefact. Just looking at it made me tingle and made my pussy twitch.

It was purple, thick and smooth, but at one end there was a raised area, which, according to the diagram on the box, was the part that was designed to stimulate the G-spot. There was also an elongated purple section attached the base, which was supposed to reach my clit at the same time.

After locking all the doors, I ran upstairs, slipped out of my dress, panties and bra, and lay on my bed. My nipples were rock hard already, and I couldn’t help rubbing the toy over my breasts. The sensation was incredible. I felt little ripples of pleasure flowing through my upper body.

Taking a little of the lube that came with the vibrator, I rubbed the purple end of was slick, and then, slowly, I rubbed it on my already-tingling pussy lips. Instantly, I was washed with pleasure, and I closed my eyes, sinking back further into the bed.

As I pushed the vibrator inside me, I felt my pussy tighten. Firmly, I pushed a little harder and this time felt it slip a little into me. I cried out, but not in pain, more in surprise and giddy anticipation. As the vibrator slipped further into me, I was open-mouthed, already starting to breathe faster and having to bite my lip, feeling my body open up, surrendering to the vibrator.

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And then, with a spark of pleasure, like an electrical charge, the vibrator found my sensitive spot, just at the moment when it also brushed against my swollen clit. I screamed, actually screamed, the moment was so intense. It felt like I had leaped off a cliff and was now floating among sparkly, lovely, soft clouds, floating and turning over and over as pleasure raced through my body.

Grappling with the vibrator, which was already slick with my wetness, I accidentally clicked the On button. Immediately, it began to buzz, and the buzzing shook my whole body. I arched my back, on the bed, clenching every part of me as pleasure stiffened my limbs, and then when I couldn’t take any more, I collapsed back onto the bed, writhing, moaning, crying out.

But the vibrator didn’t stop. I spread my legs wide, pushing it hard into me, and felt a new surge of ecstasy, racking my body, shaking me. I clenched again, lifting my thighs off the bed, breathing wildly, screaming, crying, overtaken by the delirious joy and pleasure of a feeling that I had never ever had in my whole life and that I never ever wanted to stop. I wanted to be lost in my orgasms for ever, and as one climax after another gripped me, I screamed out, collapsing onto the bed, my body shaking, my pussy soaking, my nipples sore and my brain wiped clean of everything except pure joy.

* * * *

When I woke, it was to the sound of Peter returning home. Hurrying to put my dress on, I didn’t bother with my panties. I threw the vibrator in a draw and practically ran down the stairs, throwing my arms around him, kissing him hard on the neck, on the lips.

“Hey, that’s a lovely welcome!” he said, smiling. “What did I do right?”

I smiled back.

“Come to bed,” I said.

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