No one pleases me like I do.
Although I've long since graduated from the younger years of strictly relying on my fingers (or a pillow) for self-pleasure, I have always been an advocate for the benefits of masturbation and encouraging women to get to know their bodies. What turns them on, what doesn't. What causes that sharp inhale when you feel pressure on just the right spot. That tingle that curls your toes and prompts you to arch.
There aren't a whole lot of things on this planet that feel as good as clitoral stimulation. That bundle of thousands of nerve endings is the key to unlocking most women's orgasms, but often gets ignored, especially when penetration enters the picture and entices you to let him come in to play. Literally.
It's easy to forget the promise the pads of your fingertips against your clit provides when you've learned what a d*ck can do to you.
I succumbed to that lifestyle and somewhere down the line, I forgot that small act of self-love I discovered in masturbation and began to treat it like a chore, or an action performed out of desperation in between dick appointments with bae. I forgot how to honor prioritizing my pleasure.
Maybe it was partially due to boredom. I had a vibrator, but it was a step up from a Bullet vibrator, had six speeds, but in the grand scheme of things, I would push masturbation to the back of my mind. I valued the personal connection of sexual intimacy, which isn't a bad thing, I just forgot how to balance and do both.
That was, until my self-pleasure game was reenergized. Enter, my new favorite sex toy: the Magic Massager.
I'm thoroughly convinced that it's literally the best vibrator to ever be created.
I didn't believe the sales rep behind the counter as I eyed my options at the nearby Starship one rainy Friday night. Initially, I wanted something cute, petite, and purple that was USB rechargeable. She shook her head and suggested getting the one by Adam & Eve or any wand that requires an outlet to work – those were the most powerful. I had seen them in porn, mostly BDSM videos, and the pleasure it seemed to evoke looked so intoxicating – eyes rolling to the back of your head, squirt-inducing orgasmic convulsions – but I wondered how much of it was an illusion. The cashier swore that she hadn't picked up any of her other toys since – that's how magical the wand was.
And she wasn't lying…
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