Sexuality Happens

I have a friend back in Colorado…a guy friend of mine. We’ve been friends for a very long time, since way back in 1grade school. We’re talking late 80′s or early 90′s here folks. We’ve lost touch, and found each other, and lost touch again, and through the joys of facebook, we started talking again. Like some close friends that share some attraction for one another, we’ve traded pictures, and yes, there has been some risque cyber talk, and phone debauchery, more of the “so what would you like to do sexually that you haven’t done” and “what turns you on most about the currently preferred gender” and all that jazz. We’ve never really gone further because we never seem to be in the same place when both of us are single, or in relationships that are non-monogamous…so it’s always teasing and playing over the phone. But it’s always fun. I was hoping that this visit to Colorado, we’d finally get to play…he’d been single forever, I’m currently single (and before I was in an open relationship)… I had plans! Partially, I was hoping to see if it was really intercourse I disliked, or just the few times I’ve had it, and partially I was hoping to test my attraction for men, because he’s one of the few biological guys I’m still attracted to (alongside Johnny Depp of course…GO SEE SWEENEY TODD)…But what does he do? Last night, I found that he went and got himself a girlfriend two weeks ago. A monogamous girlfriend at that.

le sigh

So I congratulated him, and we just chatted about other things, but as always, the talk lead back to sex. With him, it’s never deep sex talk. It’s not about sexuality and gender and issues and society. It’s about what I like and what feels good and who I think is hot. We discussed liking Kiera Knightly, but that we liked women who were a little larger and curvier. We talked about talking about past partners with new partners. And then the conversation wound up turning into what we haven’t done that we want to do…he tried to think of things that I hadn’t done, and actually came up with a few; an airplane (NOT the bathroom – yuck! I’m talking under a blanket on the seat, or on a private jet, or maybe a remote vibe), in a hockey rink (which he has done, that lucky bastard – that is totally my dream, and has been for years, 69 (which is something I haven’t done, and am not too desperate to try, as I feel I would get very distracted, as I put a lot of effort into pleasing my partner).

Anyways, with all this hot conversation, I felt turned on. Between life stress and Topamax killing my stress drive, I haven’t felt really turned on in months. And I’m not talking a little “ho-hum, I guess I should jill off…”…I’m talking about plug in the the big guns and get to work. Now, I’ll admit, I had been thinking about him on the way home from seeing Sweeney Todd (pre-learning about the new lady in his life) and imagining the things we could do, and it got me pretty wound up. I got home, waiting for him to give me a call, and I plugged in the Hitachi and was going from 0-60 in about a minute, without even needing a dildo for my cunt to bear down on as usual. I was getting so close to the edge…when the phone rang. It was him.

Well, delayed orgasm can do a bit of good, so we chatted, and I found out the bad (well, for me. I’m really quite happy for him – it seems he’s finally found a non-psycho type of lady friend) news about the girlfriend…but we still had a great chat.

After we got off the phone, I was all kinds of wound up. I got out my Wartenburg wheel and ran it over my chest, the small tips gently poking my rock hard nipples, sending pulses of sensation directly to my already throbbing clit. God, I hadn’t felt like this in months, and to be honest, I don’t think a bio guy had made me feel like this in at least a year, probably a good 18 months.

I wanted to milk this for all this was worth (since I haven’t had a *decent* orgasm since oh…middle of October?), maybe a good two or three orgasms, so I tucked the head of the hitachi into my underwear, holding it firmly against my clit before I turned it to the lower level. It was only a minute or two before I found myself getting close – I turned it off. Breathing heavily, I played with my nipples, pinching them, twisting them, keeping myself incredibly aroused before I turned it on again…and again, I let myself get closer and closer before I *CLICK* shut it off. Finally, I turned it on, fingers rolling my nippled between them as I came, and came HARD, groaning.

I left the wand on, read for my second orgasm, which came a mere 30 seconds later. Panting, my hips bucked off the bed, but I was prepared for that – I had tucked that all powerful vibe into my lacy boy shorts, and it stayed directly on my clit through all the movements, throughout my second climax, my hands grasping my breasts, never letting go.

I wanted my third before I turned it off…I could feel it there, inside me, my cunt clenching, wanting to grasp at something…but I had nothing inside me…no Pure Wand, no Raquel…nothing. I wanted it so bad. I pressed the Hitachi against me, pressing my hips up into it. I reached down and spread my lips even more, exposing my poor vulnerable clit as much as I possibly could. I could just feel it – it was so close, but nothing I did could bring it out of me. I was on the edge, and I just could drop over. I turned the vibe on high, and yet, there I was, tiptoeing along the edge of the precipice, not quite there. I needed a Christmas Miracle.

And by god, Jewish or not, I got one. I came. And came. And came.

I have NEVER come like this. It lasted three or four minutes in a row, and went in waves, but never stopped. I made noises I didn’t know I was making, and at times, I didn’t know I could make. I was begging, I was moaning, I was panting, I was screaming. I couldn’t believe that I could take it, the vibe on high, without it being too much, or flopping over dead or something…but it was just my little christmas miracle. A new type of clitoral ONLY (nothing in my cunt; no g-spot stimulation, no vaginal stimulation, no nipple clamps – JUST clitoral) orgasm.

Merry Christmas to everyone :) And to the guy who inspired it; thanks for more than you know, and good luck with your lady friend. I wish you the best. Even if I never get to take you for a test run in real life, your metal stimulation is still one of the best climaxes I’ve had.

Essin’ Em