I lay on my stomach, typing with one hand, my new fluffy rug underneath me and my dildo behind me, still suctioned to the wooden frame of my couch. I haven’t cum, but I’ll perch myself on my elbows and tell you about the last twenty-ish minutes.

Sir says to play with just the dildo tonight. I’m sure he wants me to test it’s effect solo and I take absolutely no issue with this. I really enjoy this toy and I look forward to using it most of the time. One could even say I’m a slut for the right kind of toy and I likely wouldn’t correct them. This one is really growing on me. After my last post, I took it to my bathroom and had a little more fun (maybe I’ll tell you about it later). As I mentioned, I had it positioned on the front frame of my couch. Almost too close to the floor, but I have a method. I get down to my hands and knees and half shimmy back into it. The head is tilted down and I have to move it up to meet my opening. Tonight I have to work the head longer, I’m less wet than I typically am when anticipating play time, but it still doesn’t take long to get to where I need to be, just an inch or so from the base. That’s all I need tonight, I think, I’m going to attempt a vaginal-only orgasm (wish me luck).

At first, rocking myself back and forth, I keep the vibration off. I want to be exactly where I need to be before I turn it on, just at the inner most part of my g-spot. Remember when I said that I have a desire to squirt? The spot (or lack thereof) I’m looking for is just above my g-spot and if I can stimulate that area well enough for long enough, I might just be able to. But just in case, I make sure to position myself in a way that it won’t matter if I don’t.

Okay, here comes vibration.

I’m starting on the lowest setting, but this isn’t where I’m going to stay. Still rocking, I start to turn the vibration up slowly over the course of several seconds until I reach the strongest setting. I turn it off immediately. First pulse. I turn it back on, slowly build back up to the highest setting and turn it off again to feel the second pulse. Oh, I like this. It’s different than with other toys that have programmed settings, relentlessly pulsing away with what feels like no mercy. I suppose a toy doesn’t have any, anyway. I control what this toy does, I can create my own patterns. I lean into the floor, rocking the same, consistent rhythm that I have been for the last few minutes and continue this pattern. It’s agony in the best way. Every build is slightly stronger and, a few more minutes in, I feel like I need to pee. I know it’s working. I can feel the build with every pulse I make.

But something happens. I don’t know what, maybe the slightest change in rhythm or a slip of the dick, but I’ve lost something. My first instinct is to get frustrated, what did I do? Its okay, I tell myself. I know vaginal orgasm are hard for me to achieve, but I won’t give up just yet. Just find what feels good and do that. With a deep breath I put myself back to it. I change the rhythm and move myself further down the shaft, now that my g-spot is swollen and sensitive, I don’t have to be so glued to it. I decide to keep the back and forth movement, but this time I use the lowest vibration setting to do a dull pulsing pattern. It’s fun because it pulses and then I pulse, it pulses and then I pulse. There isn’t much time to react between each pulse and I’m losing the thoughts in my mind as sensation builds again. This pattern has a slower build and I’m ten to fifteen minutes in before I begin to plateau again. I’m not sure if my body expects something else to come in and is waiting, in orgasm limbo, until it does. I test the theory and bring the middle finger of my right hand to my clit. Oh, yes, that was it. I may as well have been a waterfall in that moment. But the instructions Sir gave me run through my mind and my finger stops moving. This isn’t about both tonight. I returned my hand to where it was and decided that I’d give it another few minutes.

I’d been on my elbows and knees for twenty minutes and was having a hard time justifying ever taking this long to have an orgasm (impatient pet), so I decided to end, but with a little chaos. Resolving not to turn the toy all the way off, I moved the dial erratically up and down causing my poor g-spot the very best kind of distress and pounded myself into the dildo with enough force to make me moan. This wasn’t sustainable, but I didn’t stop until I felt my arms give out. I slid off the dildo and landed almost gracefully on my stomach as it buzzed behind me, valiantly still attached to my couch. I may not have cum, but I still feel like I’ve accomplished something. I’ve learned that, given the power to choose my own pattern, there’s also the possibility of messing up rhythm. I’ve also learned, or reaffirmed rather, that I don’t like to wait. It sikes me out, even. But all things considered, this was a very good time. Besides, there’s always next time.