In one of my retroactively amusing sex stories, I remember my high school boyfriend being quite shocked when I didn't go gaga over his targeting of my clit during oral sex. He'd dated a girl before me who loved that, and he thought he was in on some big secret - the ON switch for the female sex. He expected to drive me wild.
But this was years before my own sexual awakening; so I just lay there, wondering what the fuck he was so excited about. After a couple of minutes, he voiced frustration and gave up. "I don't get it," he'd say. "All women are supposed to love that." I shrugged, "It does nothing for me." I expect that posed a philosophical conundrum to him for years. He might still be chewing on that one, in fact.
What makes me so delighted at this memory now, is that I now LOVE clit play. I don't necessarily think he was doing anything "wrong" back then, but clearly something happened between the time I was with him (and other boys) and the night I brought home my first vibrator.
I had been at a Good Vibrations play party, like a tupperware party but with dildos and very giggly women. We were shown a number of sex toys, passed them around (we didn't try them out - it wasn't THAT kind of party) and bought items at the end of the night if we were interested. I was a poor student, so I didn't have the money for a purchase, but I did win the door prize - a tiny (thumb size) "bullet" vibrator. I didn't really see how such a small thing would do anything for me (for my usual sex toy at that time focused on insertion), but, hey, free! A friend lent me batteries from her disc man, and for that I am forever indebted.
Looking back, I often say thank GOD no one was home! Because almost instantaneously, once I touched the mini vibrator to my clitoris, I was screaming. I was absolutely gob smacked and wondered what the hell was going on, but I wasn't complaining. With almost no effort on my part (just the effort of holding the vibe there), my body was bucking and buckling and I couldn't help but scream my joy at these wonderful new sensations.
Now I actually have to work to orgasm - rubbing my clit with the vibe, twisting my hips. It's a great workout, really. But that first night was truly amazing because I really didn't move the vibe at all. It just sat there, and I was fucking going batshit nuts. Beautiful stuff.
And so I think back to my high school boyfriend and laugh. If only he knew. Poor guy.
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OMG! I had this exact experiance a few years ago! I was 22ish and my fiance and I had signed up to be part of a sex book. Because we were in this book we got a goody bag at the launch party. well in this bag was a water rocket. Like a pocket rocket but waterproof. We didnt use it for a long time and then one day thought, what the hell. And OMG I swear the world opened up.
I became a masturbating fool. And now, like you it takes more work. Lots of hip movement, lots of sweat usually but its so good. I actually love that it takes a little while because the build up is fantasmagoric! and the release......omg......
this week, my man is out of town and apparently Im missing him b/c I'm about to run the batteries out of my current vibe.....
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one with the same story. Funny how we're so responsive with so little effort at first, and then get to the point where it takes a lot of work. But, like you, I enjoy the work a lot. It's really neat that I can categorize my climaxes by "flavour," which is often dependent on how responsive I happen to be in that moment, and how much and what type of work it takes to get me there...
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