I’m not the first person to say that having sex with a vibrator can be incredibly weird. The very act of being in the position and talking about it is enough for many women to scream, “Oh my god, you’re literally fucking me.” And I mean like actually screaming. It’s terrifying, isn’t it? In fact, I was one of the few people who would do just that, because I thought maybe, as someone who has only had sex with a bodybuilder before and really didn’t know what she was doing, this might be an acceptable way to experiment—and I could see how I would react to all these things if they began happening more often. But only time will tell.
I have been in a relationship with one girl since the end of my senior year of high school back in 2007. She turned out to be pretty awesome. Like, I’m surprised she didn’t get pregnant by now as we were still dating, but honestly, I didn’t care. We started going on dates over four years ago, but I wasn’t sure that she would actually be getting married anytime soon. That night I got her one of those pinkies to go with our dinner. We had both done some shopping, and after looking around a bit, I thought it was time to start making plans. After ordering my two favorite cheeseburgers, I pulled up an aisle at the grocery store and got the new toy I picked up from Amazon. It arrived instantly, along with some condoms, lube, and sanitizer. No big deal, right? My only concern—which is probably much greater than any fear of God or your own mind—was that I needed to take the tampon out before we could even begin.
So, despite her knowing how to use them properly, I did as I was told, took the little blue box everywhere I went and went home with my new cock ring. Just as we had planned. We made it official only six days later after asking her parents and saying we’d been taking notes, so after a couple of months of kissing and cuddling, we headed off for prom night. As we walked down the hall together, holding hands, she got into position inside me. Nothing could stop us. Oh, what a beautiful feeling. There’s a part of me that wants to cry every time I think about it, right there in the middle of that crowded lobby with my jaw hanging open and mouth agape. We kissed each other like fools.
I also don’t know if we’d actually gone on a full session with a professional sex doll. Maybe she doesn’t make you feel good all the time and makes you feel silly for giggling, which I guess is normal; it’s a form of feedback to help you grow. Or, maybe you want to explore what happens when you try a real sex Doll, knowing that you’re doing something you may not have done before and you want to get as bad as you can for the next 60 minutes. Maybe the thing that gets me is the idea of learning exactly what I can do with one woman. Something like the man who never wanted to fuck me but got the chance for a lifetime. He wanted nothing better than to spend the whole day sucking his hard cock, trying to figure out how to give me pleasure without killing myself. Then he met me in person, for just a moment, he fucked me, and we had another baby, which was completely okay—and we did it again this weekend. This time, I did it with a different kind of dummy—a real human bodybuilder, who goes by the name of Daddy D. If I ever need to talk about it, I’m sure that’s what I’ll do.
If you’re anything like me, you probably fantasize about yourself doing certain actions and having others help, right? Well, then I’ve already met yours truly. Your life is starting to resemble mine, and for once in my life, it felt as though we could have any of our dreams come true. But, I couldn’t hold myself to keep it together long enough to enjoy the ride, let alone take control of the damn thing. When I finally tried to get it going, I found myself stuck in an awkward position, staring at my partner, frozen. I thought they were going to lose patience with me, and decide that it wasn’t worth the wait. Only to find that they weren’t going anywhere, no matter how long it took. I could feel myself slowly drawing away, not wanting to let go, not wanting to disappoint my partner, and thinking there just wasn’t much point in pushing through. Finally, they both left me alone and sat me down in front of my vanity mirror, where I saw myself naked and wearing their daddy’s panties, licking my lips and imagining myself playing with my realistic sex doll while wondering how to do that… but not with them. They must know, because they came back with more toys, just like the ones I had used the last three times.
I was happy to see them doing something similar to what I was doing and excited to watch them play it out. I also knew that I’d end up missing the opportunity of having two orgasms. To think that I could have been sitting here naked, with someone else playing with me, is just sickening. How embarrassing! All I had hoped to gain was a bit of attention, a piece of attention, I had to wait a little longer for it. The second I saw their faces, I knew I’d never get to enjoy the experience again. For the third time, I was hoping this time the outcome wouldn’t be much worse. I couldn’t believe how much the world was losing. Yes, my skin will blister and I will surely scratch, but I won’t be able to show it. At least the same could’ve happened to a lot of us tonight. I’m just glad I made it through them instead of breaking one of the few boundaries in this room.
I thought about it now and came up with an amazing conclusion. If you like your fantasy, grab your vibrator. Play with someone in front of you who’s willing to turn on the lights. Tell them their favorite celebrity, then masturbate them until they’re ready. Have a glass of water and give yourself an ice cream and watch them finish their last shred of dignity of theirs in the process. Give them a gift or two. Take a shower and wash the dirt off your feet. Even if it’s just for a couple of moments, I promise you will feel a sense of accomplishment and accomplishment that you’re successful. And it may seem cheesy, but when you finally get yourself back on track again next time, you know you did it again, and you’re so much happier for it.
