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B.O.B. and Me, by Lostgirl
Well, I did it. I bought B.O.B., Battery Operated Boyfriend,
vibrator, whatever. The box says muscle massager... yearite. This is
all part of my drawn out sexual exploration. Don't get me wrong,
I've been masturbating as long as I can remember. I can recall as a
tot, describing my new discovery to my mother, how doing this and that
made me feel like I had to pee. I also remember the distressed look
on my mother's face that suggested maybe this was not the best thing
to talk about. I once had to share a room with my brothers in cabin
and while I was making my little cot shake, my brothers laughed
and wondered out loud what the heck I was doing. If my discussion of
this is arousing to you, STOP THAT! I'm merely trying to demonstrate
that little are not the only ones with sexual curiosity.
Not only did I explore my body, I explored the house. I found Dad's
Playboys, which were pretty tame in the late '60's, although because I
only looked at one or two pictures, I never found the center-fold. In
my middle school years, I was looking for makeup remover in my
parents' bathroom and found a 'dirty' desk calendar with jokes and
drawings. My found me sitting on the floor next to the open
drawer, and I saw that look of silent distress once again. I was in
high school when I found a collection of short by Anais Nin.
If you don't know who she is, look her up, you won't be disappointed.
I don't know if that was at home or at my great aunt's summer cottage
when I found that, but it doesn't matter. I should have taken that as
a confirmation that an interest in erotica was not new to my family.
Even as I got older, I found several books of erotic art as I was
hanging one of my father's suits back in his closet, and it still did
not occur to me that it was okay to be sexual. I merely translated it
as it was okay for my to be sexual. Despite that, I enjoyed
this glimpses of what I perceived to be forbidden pleasures. Since I
was still a virgin, and knew very little of what a could do for me
sexually, it was the pictures of women masturbating that were most
arousing. I can still see in my mind the Japanese of a woman
straddling a low tree branch, lying on it like wild cats do, rubbing
herself against the rough bark. It was the little smile of
contentment that triggered a thought. Maybe I was supposed to enjoy
what I was doing.
So ultimately, it was not any sense that sex was wrong that inhibited
me, but the awareness that sex was private. Through the clumsiness of
my first sexual experiences, past the dry spells and the acceptance
that maybe the timing wasn't good for finding Mr. Right, but I could
be satisfied with Mr. Right Now ... through all these things, I kept
quiet. I hid my light under a bushel until now. So yesterday, I went
looking for B.O.B.
It sounds silly, and it is. If I wanted a vibrator, I should have
gotten one, ages ago. Who cares? How many women have done just what
I have? Why was it such a big deal? It's funny now. I walked into
the novelty store, with its tarot cards and artificial vomit and sex
toys. I stood by the display, they have several sizes you know. The
standard one is seven inches, while there is a narrow one 5" long, but
about 2" of that is handle. I'm guessing it's for anal stimulation.
Then there's the Oh-My-God size. (My uses that phrase for any
economy sized package but I think it's especially appropriate here.)
I think that's the 9" one, and it's thicker than the standard. Just
keep it away from me. They also have glow in the dark. I went in
once during their Valentine's Day promotion and saw the specialty
vibrators ... hoooeee!!
They also had `massage kits' with oils and such which had vibrators
included, and I was tempted to get one of those because it didn't
announce to the world, `I'm buying a vibrator!!!!' However, the kit
would have been more expensive and besides, that was cheating. So I
picked a 7" standard vibrator. No frills, made in China, not even a
UL certification, I'd have to keep it out of the shower. So I was
ready to check out... not quite. I was still feeling awkward, so I
cheated a little bit. I picked out a gift bag, one of those mini
shopping bags people use if they are genetically unable to wrap gifts.
It had this buff guy wearing next to nothing and a message saying
"Happy Birthday!" on it. The thing I keep noticing is that he's
shaved under his arms, I find it distracts from his manly image. So I
go up to the counter with the illusion of buying a silly gift for a
friend. I have enough sense to avoid saying anything but "Good
Afternoon" to the behind the counter. He's well built and
tall with a spiky flat top.
"You're going to need batteries for that," he says.
"I guess you're right." To my amazement, I'm not blushing.
"I'll get them for you," the says as he moves from behind
I manage to look nonchalant with all these thirteen year standing by ogling plastic turds. The first time I bought condoms,
and then when I bought non-latex condoms, I had seen standing nearby. Both times, I had to spend a while reading boxes to
make certain I had what I was looking for, and I felt awkward.
Fortunately, just like on `Wild Kingdom,' they were more intimidated
by me than I was of them. I looked to make sure Marlin Perkins wasn't
watching from the safety of a blind somewhere. The salesman returned
with the batteries and he rung up my purchases without comment.
So finally, B.O.B. and I could be alone together. We wandered the
mall for a while and had coffee before we went home. I wanted to
spend some time alone with B.O.B. before my roommate came home. I
went to my bedroom and undressed. I took B.O.B. out of his package,
and he was remarkably simple. There wasn't even a switch, just a
metal plate inside a screw top, just like a flashlight, simpler in
fact. When I screwed the base all the way on, zzzzznnnnnnn.... For a
moment, I thought that this might be an excellent alternative to the
flashlight in teaching basic electrical circuits. I used to to be
high school science teacher and I chuckled at the thought of the
students' rapt attention until the principal and came for me,
torches and pitchforks in hand. The cry, "Burn the witch!" echoed in
my head as I slid my hand down my belly.
I let B.O.B. watch for a while, as I found my clitoris. I reached
down farther to see if I was wet yet. There was moisture down there,
but it was watery and not the thicker, slippery fluid that indicated
real arousal. As I lay on my back, one hand cradled a full and
began teasing the nipple, running my nails lightly over the top. The
other hand between my legs, two fingers rubbing my clitoris in small
circles. If you haven't noticed this by now, there seems to be a
direct connection between a woman's and her pussy. Suck,
roll, or pinch her nipples in the right way and her PV? (PC? PVC?)
muscle will clench, and trust me, this is a good thing. I felt the
tingling, aching sensations of arousal build, in fact, I'm feeling
that way right now, as I recount it. *smile*
Now it's time for B.O.B.'s maiden voyage. I don't turn him on right
away, feeling the smooth plastic as I press it along my vulva. B.O.B.
is featureless, lacking a head or a foreskin or other attributes found
on a living, male penis, and I'm a bit disappointed. B.O.B. feels cool
against my skin as I slide him in. He enters smoothly, and I can feel
his presence inside me. I turn the base, zzzzzzzznnnnnnnnn... Oh my!
I feel the buzzing and yes, it's exciting. I grin to myself. I feel
it most in the fleshy lips on either side of my and by the
sensitive entrance to my ass. I don't yet feel it near my clitoris
and I rub the little bud with my free hand, but it's more difficult to
move around since the flesh of my vulva is pulled tighter to make room
for B.O.B. I begin to move B.O.B. in and out of me. I feel the
sensations change and my body does not have time to get used to them,
and the tension I seek begins to build again. I pull B.O.B. towards
me and he vibrates against my pubic bone, oh yes, that's good, and
slide him up to my clitoris. I jump a little and my legs twitch as I
feel a jolt of intense pleasure at the apex of my sexual landscape.
B.O.B. lies lengthwise between my inner lips, with his tip pressed
against the far wall of my entrance. I roll him back and forth over
my clitoris, keeping myself from getting used to the sensations. I
feel the muscles clenching and pleasurable sensations build, this is
going to be very nice. I slide B.O.B. down and into me again, I'm
more wet now, but I take my time, feeling him buzz against the path
between my lips, which is also sensitive in it's own way. I arch and
roll my head back as B.O.B. triggers another jolt. Whether it's with
B.O.B. or flesh and blood lovers, those intense but expected moments
are the most cherished and most aggravating in their unpredictability.
I resume thrusting B.O.B. in and out of me. I grip at him, to feel
him press harder against my walls. I tilt him and feel the tip push
against the sides and ...oh... against my ass. I hold him up against
my pubic bone, which squeezes the flesh between two hard surfaces.
This is the so-called g-spot, and yes, it feels very nice, *smile*.
However, I'm growing impatient, and I pull B.O.B. out to rub against
my sensitive nub, my legs trembling. I'm getting close and I revert
to the very first style of masturbating I've ever practiced. I slid
B.O.B. back inside me and rolled over on my belly. I clenched my legs
together, tensing my entire body below the waist. I rubbed my
clitoris from the side, not even slipping my fingers between the
moist, fleshy fold. With my other hand, I held a pillow next to me
and buried my face in it. I felt B.O.B.'s buzzing deep inside me and
the pressure of him as I clenched around him. In this tense, feverish
posture, I felt the aching pleasure build to a satisfying release. I
rolled onto my back, and felt B.O.B. slip out of me. While I was in
the throes, I must have squeezed poor B.O.B. out. I unscrewed the
base and B.O.B. fell silent. I laid B.O.B. gently on the floor
beside the bed and fell asleep. I think this is the start of a