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I remember how I felt when I got my first ever sex toy. I can’t remember what I said about it, although I suspect it was somewhere between ‘unnffgh’ and ‘jjjhgfgyhbd’, as the guy who’d kindly bought it for me used it to wank me to a swift and almost terrifying climax.

Naturally, when this week’s guest blogger got in touch to tell me about her first sex toy experience, I thought it was the perfect thing to share with you. As I’m also a Great Businesswoman, I’ll use this opportunity to point out that if you’d like to buy a rabbit, as she describes in her post, you can support my blog by buying from SexToys.co.uk or SheVibe if you’re outside the UK. Shameless, I know.

Now please enjoy the following hot blog post, and share your own first sex toy stories in the comments because I bloody LOVE stories like this…

My first sex toy

I’m in my thirties and I’ve never owned a sex toy before.

Actually, that’s misleading.  I own riding crops, handcuffs, velvet ropes, wooden paddles and blindfolds, but all of these toys are designed to use with or on a partner, or something for a partner to use on me. I’ve never before bought a toy with the sole intent and purpose of getting me off, alone, by myself.

When I was younger, buying a sexy toy for myself seemed shameful, dirty even. During my teenage years in the 90s and early 00s female sexuality and sexual pleasure were still seen as vaguely mythical and rarely, if ever, shown in films or on TV. Sex was something women did for men, and if the woman happened to enjoy it a bit too that was just a happy coincidence. But as I got older, matured and widened my social and sexual horizons, I realised what bullshit that was, and yet l never fully let go of the hang-up that toys designed solely for the pleasure of women were tacky and something to be embarrassed about owning.

Luckily, I have a very awesome, liberated and liberating group of close female friends, and chatting with them about the toys they own and the pleasure they get from them changed my mind. So come my most recent pay-day, I decided to treat myself.

One friend recommended a particular website that promised discreet packaging and delivery, and she enthused about the quality of their products. I spent an evening browsing their website, scrolling through the dazzling array of toys on offer, thinking about what got me off and what I enjoyed from sex. Just thinking about what kind of toy I wanted got me excited, got me wet and made my cunt tingle with anticipation.

I’m one of those rare women who actually orgasm through penetration, so I knew I needed a toy I could insert, something that would give me the delicious satisfaction of working inside me – something I could grind down on. After much delightful decision making I settled on a classic Rabbit, with a curved tip designed for g-spot stimulation.

Waiting for my toy to arrive was like waiting for my birthday. When it finally came (pun intended) I ran upstairs with it in a fever of excitement. I thought it best to test the vibrations on myself first, to see how it felt and try the different strength and rotation settings before properly getting down to business. Still in my knickers, I started the vibrator and touched it gently to my clit, over the fabric.

“Let’s see how this feels, I’ll just- HOLY FUCK MORE PRESSURE THAT’S GREAT FUCK I NEED THIS INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW.”

I practically ripped off my underwear in my haste to use it. I’d bought lube, as was recommended, but I didn’t need even a drop, I was soaking wet and horny as hell from the second I felt the vibrations on my clit. I think I contorted myself into a ball with the strength of my orgasms – the Rabbit made me come in minutes, and once I’d recovered from the initial burst of pleasure I decided to treat myself to a thorough fucking.

I tried different angles, different vibration speeds and settings. I kept flipping myself around for deeper penetration – and when I did find my g-spot with that perfect curved tip, I came so hard I actually cried. By the time I’d finished wetness was dripping down my thighs and I had to lie, panting and exhausted, recovering on my bed for nearly an hour.

I’ve had spectacular shags in the past, but there was something incredible about using a vibrator on myself. I started exactly when I wanted, didn’t have to work to get someone else in the mood or wait until they were. When I found an angle that was working I didn’t have to inform anyone else, and I didn’t have to guide a partner into finding that angle. When I wanted it faster, or slower, or needed a minute to recover, I didn’t have to find the words or catch my breath, I could just sort it instantly. When I was ready to stop I didn’t have to consider someone else’s sexual pleasure or endurance-levels, I could carry on as long as I wanted and stop the second I wanted to.

Having complete and total control over some of the best orgasms of my life is incredible. The words I used to my friends were ‘life-changing’- something they’ve echoed in their tales of their first encounters with sex toys. I feel evangelical about it; I want to run through the streets spreading the good word of great self-controlled orgasms. If you have a vagina and clit and you’re happy to get sexual pleasure from them, I cannot recommend Rabbits and vibrators enough.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got more playing to do.