My New Toy

So, the holiday season has come and gone. And this year, I got a really awesome gift from the Newbies.

The oh mi bod. Yes. It's true. And I'm thrilled.

Now, I love vibrators as much as your next girl. The rabbit and I go way back (actually, I have a cheap knock of the rabbit, I like to call it the Frabbit) I like to pride myself on the efficiency of my vibrating sessions. I grab my vibrator, push it up against my clit, and a few moments later I'm rolled over and smoking a cigarette. Granted, usually these sessions go on for a while, and I'll make myself cum over and over again. But it's pleasurable, efficient, and usually takes the edge off for a little bit.

I'm ashamed to admit that my vibrating sessions, for the most part, have been lacking a little variety. They were efficient, however lacking in the intensity that one might get from a partner.

So, my eyes were as big as saucers and twinkling with delight at this naughty little gift. And as soon as I got the chance, I opened that baby up.

The boyfriend, always happy to see his girlfriend with a new toy, was eager to plug the toy up to the computer (i don't have an ipod yet, it's on the way, plus, he wanted to hear the music as well) and he started the music.

The first song was slow. I sat there, vibrator on clit, slightly impatient. The first couple of notes didn't register. Then "Oooo!" I rolled my head back, and felt the slow tingle meander over my pussy. I may have been the first person in the world to masturbate to Elvis Costello's "Allison"

"You like that?" The boyfriend smirked.

"Mmm hmm" I responded. My eyes were already on the prize. The song was slow, but I thought "I can work with this!" and closed my eyes feeling for the orgasm. (Yes, I know. Already. I'm impatient)

"How about this?" The next song was faster. More bass. Some rap song he downloaded. I couldn't recognize it. I slid the toy over my clit and start grinding my hips against it. I felt my legs begin to shake.

He changed the song. "What the fuck?" I demanded, rather than asked. He just smiled back at me.

The next song was quicker, but the vibrations were spastic. Tribe Called Quest, I think. The music would crescendo, my hips would thrust even higher. Just as I soon as I thought the music (and I) would peak, suddenly the tune would flutter away, and the vibrations would lessen its intensity on my clit.

"Don't cum" the boyfriend said, and changed the song.

The next tune was slow and steady. Goodie Mob, Cell Therapy. It felt like a nice slow fuck. I squeezed the toy between my legs, and slid my hands up to my nipples, tugging them, squeezing them in time to the vibrator's staccato.

The boyfriend played each song for only 45 seconds, and each time I was left breathless, and begging for just a few moments longer with the song. My skin glistened. My hair was sticking to my face. "Please" I asked. "Can I cum now?"

"Soon," he replied. He reached down and squeezed my nipples. My entire body froze, trying my best to keep the dam from bursting. My body was shaking. The toy was teasing me, the boyfriend was teasing me. I hated and loved every second. "I like watching you squirm around like this" he said, then whispering in my ear "you can cum now."

I gave in. The flood washed over me. I lost myself in the music and the vibrations.

Sheryl Crowe and I sang a duet in my living room last night, and it was fantastic.

I laid still for a few moments, then smiled at the boyfriend. "That was fun!" I said, licked his cock he was stroking for me, and hopped on top of him.