My First Vibrator Confessions: Real Stories from Real WomenValeriefotolia_2328859_XS

Over the last couple of weeks I've been thinking about buying my first vibrator because my girlfriend keeps talking about this rabbit thing from Sex and the City, saying how it's so good.

I've always been scared that I'll like the plastic more than the real thing so I don't know...

At first I was going to go to the store, but I didn't want to risk running into someone who might tell my boyfriend. I decided to order one online instead because I found some
secret shipping wrapping job so I don't have to worry about my moms seeing it when it comes in the mailbox.

I got a simple vibrator called
My First Vibe for like $20. It seemed to be right up my alley. It's purple and came with some lube and a little french tickler, but I'm not sure about that thing ;)

I put the
batteries in it (2 double-A's...this might get expansive...) and turned it on. It didn't feel good on my hands but i decided to go through with it anyway. I turned it off and put it in my mouth like I was sucking a big hard cock. Once it was we enough, I slipped it inside my pussy lips.

The vibrator was loud but the noise got muffled once I put it inside. I'm looking at porn and getting soaking wet pushing it in and out, rubbing it over my slippery lit. It did the job of like 10 hands LOL!!! I could have used that thing for hours.

After a little while I dried up and when I moved it in and out, it hurt a little bit. I had the best orgasm I've ever had. It's not like a man...it's BETTER!!!

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Angela



The first time I used a vibrator I was staying up north at my best friend Rachiel's dad's cottage. The cottage was on this kind of party island, and everyone was always drinking. After about a week of debauchery I had enough and decided to stay home one night while everyone else went out to wherever the neighborhood bon fire was that night.

There was nothing to do in the cottage. I mean nothing. No internet. No TV. There wasn't even a People magazine with an unfinished crossword puzzle. There was just nothing to do, and so I decided to snoop around. I knew I was doing something kind of sneaky, but it didn't feel as bad as staying all night drinking so I went ahead.

fotolia_21087068_XSThe only bedroom with any kind of permanent set up was Rachiel's dad and stepmom's room. The other two bedrooms were used by guests--one of those guests being me, so there was no point of going in there. I guess I just got curious. I went directly into Rachiel's parents room and opened the top drawer of the dresser.

The drawer smelled like chlorine and old socks. But there was a lot more stuff in there besides socks. There were piles of change--mostly quarters. There were two lamb skin condoms still held as a pair by their wrappers. There was a bottle of lotion that had been leaking with gunk built up around the sides. There was also a
vibrator, which was half-way stuffed into a balled-up pair of wool socks.

I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. But I didn't really know. My heart dropped. I knew it was titillating. Sexual. Personal. Maybe medical. Defiantly secret. Of course I grabbed it--still in the socks--and hurried back to my own bedroom.

When I got into my bedroom I swept my suitcase off the bed. The light was still on. I shut the door but left it a crack open so I could have the best idea of when people started coming home. I jumped into bed and under the covers. I jumped out of bed and turned off the light and jumped back into bed.

In the dark, I felt the smooth, cold, plastic shaft. I put the tip on my palm. With my other hand, I drifted my fingers down to the bottom. It was different. Ridges. I somehow just knew to turn them.

I turned the ridges on the vibrator and the vibrator turned on. I held the humming piece of plastic in my hands while my heart beat. I kept turning it down to listen if anyone was coming. Then up. Then down. Then up. The cold plastic became warm. My sensational hands became numb.

I stuffed the vibrator under the covers and in between my legs. Although I could barely feel it through the seams in my jean shorts, I liked what I felt. My heart pounded. I turned it down and listened. I turned it back up. I had no idea what I was doing, but it didn't feel like it was enough. I felt like I needed more.

I brought the vibrator up the loose leg of my shorts, still on the outside of my panties. A rolling surge went through me immediately and I huffed out a breath. I was throbbing. The throbbing felt like reaching. Reaching to bring the vibrator closer to my skin. Closer inside. Closer to being a part of me.

I quickly stripped my shorts and panties off under the covers, leaving both of them at my ankles. The soles of my feet touching each other, my knees fallen to the side, the blanket so close to my bare clit I could feel its atomic makeup. I turned the vibrator down again and put it back between my legs. It buzzed my bare wet lit and I felt energy shooting through my nervous system. I held my eyes open and looked toward the light through the crack of my bedroom door and turned the ridged knob up until it wouldn't turn anymore.

I almost shot off the bed when the vibrations hit full force. I started gasping, just like I was scared, but I wasn't scared. I rubbed the tip of the vibrator up and down my lit, which was soaking wet. The vibrator slipped one way and slipped another. It was almost frustrating, my inability to keep it in the sweet spot.

I finally managed to hold the vibrator in one place and all of a sudden, something started swelling up inside me. It was kind of a part of my clit, but kind of just behind it. It kind of made me sick to my stomach. It kind of irritated me and I kind of wanted to stop. But I held the vibrator in place and let the feeling roll.

In a matter of seconds I could no longer keep track of what part of my body existed and what part didn't. Though the whole thing was convulsing and seizing in a building tension. I was possessed. I no longer had control. Every tiny little muscle in my body contracted and my lower back arched up off the bed and my feet became petrified. I can only imagine the look on my face. My eyes were open but I couldn't see.

A wave rushed over me and when it hit my head I thought, "is this an orgasm?" Tiny wave after tiny wave after tiny wave, rolled over and encompassed by tidals and tickles. My head lifted, my pussy quivered, my legs pulled up, my eyes swelled with tears. I began laughing, which became crying, which became laughing.

The next morning I woke up spooning the vibrator like it was my baby. I laughed. I looked over and saw Rachiel in the other bed, still passed out. I realized that I didn't put the vibrator back into her step mom's drawer. I stuffed it back in the socks and in the pillow case. I put that pillow on the bottom. I worried for the rest of my vacation. But I totally took that vibrator home with me :) And if Rachiel didn't turn into such a bitch in college, I'd for sure replace her step mom's toy today!