Vacation Saga pt. 4

Saturday 6/13

I started reading a book yesterday that is beautiful and compelling. Fledgling, by Octavia Butler. I've loved her books and count her series currently published as Lilith's Brood, as one of my all-time favorites. I've had this book, Fledgling, for some time. I guess I was a little afraid to read it. She died in 2006, and I know that this world that she builds cannot continue. There won't be a trilogy. I grieve for the loss of her and for the loss of the books she would have written.

To amuse myself, I played a little bit of The Sims. I cannot access the Internet, but I can build some houses. In one of my houses, I had one of my male Sims play with a sex toy. I found myself become quite horny. I've not had anal sex nor anything anal in quite some time because it's been uncomfortable. I assume that the addition of the birth control pills is what has thrown off my digestion.

I decided to use one of my favorite butt plugs with a little Anal Eze. It worked quite well, didn't really hurt. Then I wanted something vaginally. I remembered the day that I had fucked myself silly and sore with my cyberskin dildo. It's also the one that D gave me the UTI with. I got it, rinsed it off thoroughly, and coated it with KY. I got it part-way in, and it stung a little. It is big. I stopped and enjoyed the sexual pain. But when I moved, it pushed the butt plug out of me and I had to reinsert it. I decided I wanted something else.

I looked at my other toys and evaluated them. I didn't see anything that appealed to me. I wanted something that could rest on the floor and I could straddle it. So few things actually have bases.

But then my eyes, fell on the tentacle, the sex toy that Shawn had bought me that looked somewhat like an octopus tentacle. I preferred to think of it as a demon tentacle, hearkening back to my first porn, La Blue Girl. It starts out thin and gets thicker towards the bottom, where molded mock suction cups had been placed. I had not used this sex toy because it was odd. I think it is quite beautiful in a way, made of purple jelly. It has a very thick base, which had made me feel it might be hard to maneuver. It also had a bit of emotional element because Shawn had given to me, but that relationship was over more than a year ago.

I slid the tip of the tentacle inside me and lowered myself onto it. I wanted to feel the suction cups inside me. The toy curves a bit, but it is very flexible. I positioned the curve and the cups towards the front. It just seemed reasonable. When I got myself down onto it and began to rock a little, I found that the curve was tickling my g-spot or poking my cervix. It was very nice, very arousing. I grabbed my vibrator and put it on my clit and rocked. Not for very long, not even long enough to have any sort of fantasy, and I orgasmed! It was intense, and I froze as I shook and cried out.

"Oh my God," I said. "Oh my God."

I wanted another, so I began rocking again. I came again very quickly, and this time I tried to keep rocking as I came. It felt like I was coming for minutes. I know I was very loud. When I finally stopped, I got up. I took the butt plug out and washed my toys. I was kind of sad to stop. I thought it might be nice to have had another. The problem is that orgasms decrease in intensity with number. They seem to come in twos. The first two are amazing, then there is a short refractory period. Then the next two are good, but a little less amazing.

Sometimes, if the first two have been especially good, it isn't worth the effort to try for more. Orgasms induced with fantasy or written porn are stronger than with visual porn, probably because they take a little longer to achieve. The visual porn orgasms are quick, intense, but short, and I can have many in a short period of time. I probably even want more to compensate because they are not as intense; quantity over quality. Watching porn, I can have 5-8 orgasms in about half an hour.

I don't normally have orgasms that are just physical, that I can't resist. Most of them are induced with some sort of fantasy. The two I had today were mostly physical. Of course, not entirely, because I had gotten a little aroused earlier. But what I mean by physical is that I didn't focus on a fantasy, I simply focused on how my body felt. I'm sure the butt plug was a big part of it, but that is physical too. I felt the tickle, I rocked to keep it going, and I let go.

A part of me is afraid that it was a fluke. I was stunned at how awesome that felt, but can I do it again? Will the tentacle become my favorite sex aid? I know I am going to try again, so time will tell.

On a side note, KY keeps advertising this new product that is supposed to make female orgasms more intense. If mine were more intense, I think it would kill me! I thought about it the other night. The way I writhe, the way I scream, is because it is so intense, so good, almost unbearable. When the orgasm hits, any additional stimulation is exquisite torture. I have to have as much as I can, but I can barely stand it. I am very grateful for my orgasms!