Well then!

I had my first experience with a Hitachi last night.  We'd actually bought it about, oh, a month ago, and Jay's been using it, but I have so far resisted.  I was... intimidated?  Concerned?  Hmm.  Well, not totally on board with having a Hitachi applied to me.

I mean, that sucker is fucking loud.

I was apparently in somewhat more experimental mental space last night - or at least willing to be talked in to things - because when Jay said "Oooh, let's try out the Hitachi" in the midst of our excited erotic fumblings, I said "Okay?"  Maybe it was just that I didn't feel like saying "no" yet again.

Yes, there was a question mark on that.

And... you know, it's different.  Not bad, definitely very intense.  But different.  It's definitely thrum-my, which I've heard.  And I found that for me, unlike most vibrators, it needs to not be applied directly to my clit.  Press it in to my pubic bone, above or below the clit?  Oh now that is delightful.  I highly enjoy the fact that everything vibrates.

Is it a game-changer?  Nah.  Did it totally rock my world and/or tilt it off its axis?  Nope.  Will I use it again?  Meh, probably.  I just can't see myself reaching for it repeatedly and often.  Of course, I don't reach for vibrators that often anyway, so that's really not super-surprising.

What is interesting is that the twiddly bits were not nearly as sensitive after orgasm as they usually are.  How much of that is the Hitachi and how much of that is just where I am on the sexuality swing (see also:  the other night, I masturbated to orgasm, and immediately wanted to go again), who knows.

So one Hitachi-assisted orgasm and one penis-assisted orgasm later, at 10 at night, I passed the hell out.  And woke up at 6 the next morning with my necklace still on.  Classy.

Obviously I needed that.

Oh christ jesus

Interestingly enough, during the interlude between my last post and last night, I spent most of my time being top-py. I got to do a lot of tying up of Jay and tickling him until his face turned red and he was almost crying, which is ever so much fun :)

Meanwhile, most of the reason I wanted to post is that, for the most part, we just bummed around the house all weekend. Well, not the bumming, but what happened during the bumming, I suppose.

Jay had hopped in to the shower, and he comes out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and walks up to me where I am sitting on the couch in the living room and grabs my hand. I am assuming that he wants to drag me in to the bedroom, which I am amenable to, so I start to get up. He shakes his hand, and shoves it under the towel, so that I can have the wonderful experience of grabbing freshly shaven balls.

Since sincere fondling would not be a good idea in the living room, as my flatmates are home, I take the opportunity to drag him in the bedroom and thoroughly inspect them. I approve.

I then shove his hand in my pants, so that he can enjoy the fact that I at least trimmed my pubic hair. What can I say, I've been lazy. Then we get the great idea that, you know, since we're not doing anything else, why don't I go and finish the job?

It only took me forty minutes! Actually, I probably shouldn't be proud of that.

The snatch has not been this smooth and hairless since probably some time in the first W administration, something else I should probably not be proud of. At the very least, this is the first time in a long while I did not just try to do everything in the shower. That is a pain in the ass, almost literally. Thanks to the boobs, I really can't see anything down there when I'm standing up. It's hard enough to shove them far enough out of the way when I'm sitting to do so, but it does work a lot better.

Saying that we had sex (kinky sex!) after that is kind of anti-climactic, but we did, and it was good, and yes, it really was the first time I was the bottom since February.

I feel so naked!