A recent question has me thinking about toys. I haven’t had any toys until recently when I couldn’t help but start “exploring and experimenting” sexually. I had always been too embarrassed and shy. A girlfriend of mine suggested using one and loaned me one to get me started because she knew I needed some fun - she’s friends with the family and knows my husbands a loser. It was just a standard silicon dildo. I felt dirty and an exploding rush of uncontrollable sexual punch just holding it… knowing it had been inside of her, thinking about what she did with it, and knowing that touching it meant touching her lady juices. I tucked it away quickly in the glove compartment of my car. I left it there for a few days because I didn’t want to bring it in to the house. I didn’t want to get “caught”. I thought about moving it because I was scared that I’d get pulled over and the cop would ask for my license and registration and that thing would drop out of my glove compartment. The thought of that turned me. Getting caught… By a man… That smirk on his face… Maybe has to frisk me… Strip search…. The things that he would do to me… I was WET! Those thoughts consumed my day and so I realized that I had to use it. I thought about the cop scenario and used it and loved it! Then realized my husbands a former cop and that I didn’t want a fake tough guy. I sterilized it and have it back to my friend. I secretly regret sterilizing it. I wish she would use it with my juices still on there.
A girl I met at the gym was also helpful. She’s a massage therapist and really fun. We went to the same gym and I realized she stayed after a little while after class to chat. This carried on for a few months. We became friends and she worked as a masseuse at another gym so she have me advice and always helped with a towel. Then she got naked in front of me once and I stared. She was glistening with sweat, perfect, and so sexy and hot! I got caught glancing a few times but then a full on stare. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She knew and made it fun. This carried on for a few weeks. Then she offered me a massage. That’s another story for another time but I walked away after the massage with a toy she loaned to me. A vibrator.
Anyway a few days later I was grocery shopping and picked up some cucumbers. I loved feeling the girth, ridges and bumps, the solid heavy mass, and the embarrassingly got wet at the grocery store. I was so turned on and felt every cucumber in the basket. I imagined how this one would feel and that one would feel. I imagined this is what guys were like… Different shapes and sizes and ways of pleasuring me. I wanted to get penetrated by as many cocks as possible. I think this is what made me embrace my inner slut.
I went home and used a cucumber to get off. I kept thinking I should keep it to have fun with but embarrassed and I didn’t want my family to accidentally eat it, I threw it out. What a shame, such a strong sturdy cock goes to waste. A few days later I couldn’t help it, I kept craving more cucumbers so I finally decided I should grow up and get a toy.
I ordered online and secretly hoped my UPS deliver man would know. Recently I ordered a glass dildo, a few vibrators, anal beads, ben wa balls, an anal plug, and a tub of lube. I asked him to wait while I opened the package to make sure everything was okay. I used the excuse that I didn’t want to have to make an extra trip to the shipping facility if the items were damaged and besides he was already there. His eyes bulged when he saw the contents. I winked at him and told him his eyes bulged. I also told him I hope it wasn’t the only thing bulging. I wanted to grab him but I’ll wait for him to make the first move. I said he always had a nice package and love that he delivers… I said it very suggestively. So now I have all these toys.