While I basked in my post-orgasmic afterglow, it occurred to me that today is Thursday–Throwback Thursday. That, in turn, made me laugh, thinking about my first orgasm.
I was but a wee lass and though, of course I knew about the birds and the bees, I’m not so sure I knew much about orgasms, or that I was capable of having one, because what I do remember was the shock when “it” arrived. (The very pleasant shock!)
I remember pulling a monster that looked something like this out of my parents’ nightstand drawer. Of course, I massaged my back first, then my thighs. Then, I must have been curious about how it would feel between my legs, so I let it rest there, ever so lightly, because as you may know, these contraptions have a mean buzz.
Oh, it felt damn good. So, I figured I’d let it linger there for a bit.
Then…OMG! Something warm-wonderful-hot-and-electric, vibrated and buzzed and sizzled through me–the most incredible feeling I’d ever had.
I was shocked. Thrilled. Awed by the feeling.
My life would never be the same, and there was nothing left but to do it again. And I did. Again and again and again.