Every woman should have a B.O.B. (a battery operated boyfriend) and back-up batteries... there is something so toe curling about an orgasm brought about by the vibration and banging that a high-quality vibrator can give you. Sex is great, don’t get me wrong. But when you are alone with your own naughty thoughts (and I have some very naughty thoughts) and have control over what goes where... the intimate knowledge of your own body and the location of every g-spot can bring about orgasms to make your knees weak for hours! And for me, the other advantage is skipping some of the messy parts of working with a living breathing partner.

          I have a hot pink vibe that requires four AA batteries. Its has beads that twist and turn, 4 vibes on the shaft, an attached 'egg', and a plethora of speeds and settings... yum! This vibe is so versatile... Dan can bang me while I focus the egg on my clit and I can have a minimum of 3 orgasms in 10 minutes... love that damn egg!  I have two other vibes on hand, just in case! But that pink vibe in it's silky bag just calls to me... its as if I can hear the orgasms calling from deep within me and I am drawn to my vibe and left to my own devices.

          My new toy is hard to describe... well, it is Dan's cock. We had had a lot of time apart while we were 'happily married' and we seemed to lose touch for a while. Things have changed in the last few weeks in a wonderful way. Our attraction to each other has reignited a fire within both of us and this has led to experimentation and wonderful ecstasy. What will be known from here on out as "The Amazing Tuesday of November '08."

          I had been hearing the siren-song of my pink vibrator all day... yet I held off just waiting for Dan. I wanted him so much and the day crept by. I announced to the household that dinner was on the table as Dan walked through the door. I grabbed him and kissed him deeply, passionately. I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs to our room. I closed and locked the door while I undressed him and myself. We fondled, sucked, groped, and kissed every part of each other. And when we were finally fit together perfectly... for the first time... I came... it dripped from me, it squirted from me and we were both shocked and perplexed. He stood and I tasted his cock, and it was unlike anything I had tasted before. Was this sweetness really from me? Impossible, there was no way...

          We went on about our evening, sharing little whispers and looks and as soon as the house went quiet, we were in the bedroom again, looking to recreate the experience... and we did. He fucked me and I came again... without a clitoral orgasm for which I was so familiar. And I rolled over and cried... what? Why? Crying? I was vulnerable and surprised and spent... my legs shook and I was so physically and emotionally spent...

And the direction of your life and the world can change in the blink of an eye.