Pleasingly Debauched

Pleasingly Debauched

Ginger Man and Dior: From the outside, highly respectable indivduals. But here, in the space they share, their darkest and most intimately debauched feelings surface ... Read on, and be prepared to have your foundations rocked.
(Warning: Adult and explicit content. If you are under the age of 18, go away. Now.)

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Vibrator virginity lost

It's almost embarrassing to admit this but my new toy is, in fact.... my first toy. Ever.

I was raised in a very sheltered lifestyle. I'm not knocking it; it was right for me at the time. But since then I've been left with the remnants of the "good girl" that I was brought up to be, that I was expected to be, hanging over me like a cloud.

Own a vibrator? Me? No, no... never! Good girls don't do that sort of thing.

Except, of course, they do. And the definition and perception of a good girl is very different to how I was brought up to define and perceive it.

It's a plain, medium-large length and girth vibrator. Made of a rubber compound material, translucent fuschia pink in colour, with a smattering of glitter inherent in the rubber. Very pretty.

The first time I used it, I sat in front of the Ginger Man, and showed him it.

He watched as I fitted the batteries carefully -- getting it right the second time I tried.

He gazed in awe and loving desire as I removed my clothing in front of him, as he always does.

He contemplated as I switched the vibe on, delighting in my girlish giggle as it buzzed and thrummed in my hand.

"Use it, darling," he said. "You'll love it."

Under his affectionate gaze, I placed my knees either side of his, and brought the vibe close to my already moist cunt.

I guided the tip to my slit, and switched it on to a medium-speed setting; I thought this would be best, since I could always increase the speed later. Immediately I felt the waves of pleasure begin to emanate across my body, as if my slit were the core and I were its surrounding planet.

I steered my new vibrating friend to my clit.

A low moan escaped my lips, almost immediately silenced by Ginger Man's mouth on mine. I could feel myself begin to sink into the glorious haze of abandon that heralds the pre-orgasmic build-up.

But this was unlike anything I'd ever previously experienced. I'd always stimulated my clit digitally before, remember, with the typically personal yet somewhat jagged motions that only the woman who owns the clit knows how to do, or would tolerate. Sometimes my fingertip would slip slightly, sometimes my nail might be that fraction too long. But it was never an issue. After all, if I couldn't bring myself off, no one else could.

This was a whole new deck of cards. Symmetrical, constant vibrating that sent me into a pre-orgasmic frenzy. The vibe found the spot and could stay there with ease, not moving from the specific location that generated me so much pleasure. Within seconds I began to gasp and moan, momentarily silenced by another kiss from my lover, but then allowed to burst free from me as I pulsated from within.

"Yes... yes, my darling. That's it. Cum. Cum. Cum for me, Dior baby. Yes..."

As I hit my peak, the ensuing orgasm was all-engulfing, long-lasting and unbelievably intense. I've had multiple orgasms before, frequently, but this was like the King and Queen of all previous apexes; I shook and writhed in consummate pleasure for what literally felt like hours.

Barely was I even aware of my love holding me in a closer-than-close hug, his chest nestled up against my back, his strong arms encircling me. As the delicious waves abated, and I began to try and catch my breath, I lay back and nestled comfortably in the arms of the man who loved me enough to not laugh at me for my naivete and ignorance. The one whom I trusted enough to be with me for my first time.

Yes... this was an official rite of passage -- the losing of one's vibrator virginity. As sex goes, it had been great. But as masturbation goes... it had simply outclassed everything that went before it. And I can never go back.

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Note: The above tale is loosely based on a true story. Not that the author is loose or anything. ;-)

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