I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

Last night I’ve tried my newly acquired Lynx-Titanium vibrator. Rating preview: A+.

I like to linger in the bath for hours. Also, I am fortunate enough to own a bath spacious enough to warrant comfortable self-play. Now that I owned a waterproof vibe, I had no excuse. I had to give it a try. So I filled the bathtub with very hot water (that’s the way I like it) while undressing. I was getting wet only at deciding which head I would mount on top of the vibe, because there were three; I settled for the most simple one since it was my first time with it. I dropped it in the bathtub in order to let it warm up. Oh silly me, I forgot to put batteries in. So I take it back (the water is really hot!), run back to my room, unwrap a pack of batteries, come back to the bathroom and put them into the Lynx. Testing; it works. I put it back into the tub.

I lit some perfumed candles and closed the lights. Perfect. Then I got into the tub… slowly (it’s truly hot!), until I sit down, the water level above my breasts. Then I laid back, head on cushion, and rest for a while. Feels good…

Let’s check the vibe now. It was just as hot as the water. Still, it was too early for this. Time for foreplay. I started by caressing my neck, then my chest down to my breasts. Soon they were hard, nipples erect, begging for more. And I gave them more, and more. For several minutes I massaged them, teased my nipples, feeling warmth and tingling invade my stomach. Sometimes one hand would slip below, down to my waist, then to my inner tights, teasing my pussy, then slide back up. I couldn’t swear it but I think I’ve felt my juices flowing out into the water. I was getting hornier as time passed, resisting the urge to reach my crotch as long as I could. I got bolder and drove myself crazier, moaning in anticipation.

When I knew I couldn’t take it anymore, I backed off and put my hands out of the tub, then rested. For a whole minute my pelvis would made sporadic thrusting movements on its own. Then it stopped. I knew I wouldn’t cool off though; the minute I would start moving again I would have to get myself off. I took the vibrator, then opened a Vicks Vaporub container and coated a small dip of the icy jelly on the hot metal rod. I had been wondering all week what it would feel like to be hot and cold inside at the same time. Now I was about to find out.

I turned on the Lynx, set it to the strongest level and inserted it into my pussy. OH MY GOD! Warmth, cold and vibration all at the same time, plus deep thrusting, circling, pressing on the anterior wall, plus stroking my clit… it was far more than I was ready to take on simultaneously. I arched my back so suddenly that I slipped underwated. I emerged my head to gasp for air, both not to suffocate and because I couldn’t help moaning (note: too much water). As the Vicks was penetrating deep into my walls its effect intensified, to the point I wondered if I didn’t put way too much. But it was just too much pleasurable. The pervasive combination of hot and cold was far more fantastic that I thought it would be. As for the vibrator, it was perfect, filling me perfectly. I was in Heavens.

I quit stroking my clit with my other hand and reached my breast instead. I love to squeeze my breast during the act (but not during foreplay), as it dramatically heightens my pleasure. Minutes passed. I sensed my first orgasm building up. I thrusted faster, harder and deeper, my pelvis attempting to follow, my Kegel clenching the rod. My back bent even more, so much that my breasts emerged. I had to keep balance putting my knees on the walls of the tub, then the bottom. I started to scream with pleasure as a myriad of confusing stimuli were driving me crazy. I wondered if I could take any more and how I could take so long to come, even though I’ve always been slow. My muscles couldn’t be more tense, my thrusting any faster and my moans any louder. I couldn’t loosen my grip on my breast. I rose and stood on my knees, spread as wide apart as the tub would allow, keeping balance the best I could, and then I came. Oh my god, it was so good. I shivered both from the cold of the air and the rare intensity of the orgasm that sent a spark through my spine. I closed my eyes and kept thrusting, making the moment last as long as I could, enjoying every millisecond of it.

Another one was already on its way. I had never experienced multiple orgasms before (I mean, in a row) and just couldn’t wait to discover that newest feeling. Too much stimuli delayed the whole thing, but now I was definitely catching up. I wanted to lay back into the tub but couldn’t, because I knew I would have to stop for a moment and I couldn’t bring myself to spoil everything. I managed to release my breast and reached my clit, stroking it first slowly, then faster and faster. Yeah, like that. I was already about to come again. In fact, I kept feeling very high all that time, like there never had been any release at all. Oh yeah, another one, so breathtaking that I actually stopped moaning for a few seconds, gasping for air. I bent forward, leaning on the edge of the tub with one hand, staring between my legs. But then it became hard to keep thrusting with my other hand, so I pushed it as deep as I could and freed my hand so I could grab it from the other side of my thigh. That second orgasm was a bit wasted because of this awkward manoeuver, but I kept it up. I wanted more.

Now I was doing it doggy style, on my knees, leaning on the edge of the tub with one hand and thrusting the vibe with the other from behind. I kept thrusting and moaning, still quivering from the latest orgasm as the next one was already incoming, building up from the remaining waves of its two awesome predecessors. Soon I couldn’t take using only one hand, so I pushed myself backward and grabbed my breast while kneeling, sitting on the vibe, holding it with my other hand from behind my back, moving up and down, slower but even deeper than before because of gravity. That one would be even stronger, I knew it. I prepared myself, closing my eyes, feeling my heart pound quickly and heavily in my chest, focusing on my deep breathing and loud moaning, feeling the rod penetrating to the depths of my feminity. I arched my back voluntarily so the vibe would stimulate my spot even more, sending another spark through my body even before I really came. It was coming, slowly but surely, and the slower the stronger, that I knew. Oh my, I was burning from both heat and cold, fever and impatience. I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell back, my neck hitting the cushion, arched almost completely above water, one hand thrusting from underneath, another hand on my breast, somewhat relying on my elbow to keep me from falling on either side, screaming, quivering, staring at the ceiling. I came for the third time… Fireworks. A feeling so overwhelming that all my muscles failed me and I fell back into the water, sitting on the hand holding the vibe, temporarily reduced to making pelvic movements for thrusting, trying to regain balance with my other hand grabbing the edge of the tub. I moaned and screamed as time stopped and pleasure pulsed to my entire body, pulsing, quivering. Nothing existed but the feeling, my screams, and the sounds of splashing water, the vibe and my body rubbing against the bottom of the tub. A small eternity of overwhelming joy that must have lasted, well, certainly more than thirty seconds.

How could I had been asking for more after this? I nonetheless was asking for more, just a last one. But this time I would take the time to position myself properly. I resumed thrusting, this time with both hands, more slowly, trying to enjoy the feeling even more now that I wassn’t in a hurry, exploring the walls of my vagina, connecting my mind with all its nerve endings. For a few minutes all the universe contracted to my vagina; nothing else existed. I tried to imagine how it would be inside, mapping every single area in my head. Strangely, it lasted much longer than I expected. Usually, the more I focus on my feelings, the faster I come. But not this time. Time was suspended. I was allowed an eternity to explore myself and I enjoyed every second of it. Perhaps I should call this meditation, if that helps understanding what I did, in which state I was and how it felt like. Perhaps it really was mediation, after all. I will try and ask a Buddhist monk someday… Just kidding.

Once I knew I was in complete control, I gradually allowed the stimulation to flow back. I was then sort of holding the rod like a joystick (well, it is a joy stick, isn’t it?), riding it more than really thrusting this time. My slow, deep breathing suddenly became heavier and I resumed moaning like a whore. I closed my eyes, focusing on nothing but my pleasure and on impaling myself on the rod. This orgasm rose very quicky, far more than I anticipated. Too big. Soon I was arching my back as I came and then, well…

… I passed out. Really. I woke up in the middle of the night still lying in the bathtub. The water was getting cold. The vibe was still inside my vagina but somehow I had managed to turn it off since it was no longer working. No, wait, the batteries were dead. I got out of the tub, feeling like a fool who couldn’t stand the orgasm of her life and passed out in the bathtub instead. I guess that’s my limits. At least that makes me a happy fool.

If anything, I don’t regret my purchase. That vibe is a true blessing. Every woman should get one.