Mood swing

Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard? I’ve been so focused on the dildoes, as they seem to promise the shortest way to results… but what if they aren’t? What if I must first get myself in the right mood, to actually get something going down there? It is true that my boyfriends have always penetrated me in the past, and that they produced better results than I did on my own... but it is also true that I certainly haven't ever inserted objects into myself when I was masturbating, and it worked as well. Even now that a hand rub is out of the question, maybe I should try to focus on my clit, rather than my slit? There's options for that as well in here... the hitachi's have been producing a constant humming sound ever since I have been locked in here, as if they have been inviting me all along.

I examine the nearest one a bit closer. It is rising up straight from the floor and extending to my waist. It is pitch black, with a smooth and shiny surface, humming her happy tune: “Come to me, come…”. I turn away from it, and feel it with my hand behind my back. The sensation of vibration transfers into my fingers, a whirring and quivering buzz. I make the humming half-ball slip in the palm of my hand. Even there, it is recognized. There is no question about the nature of this feeling. Yes, it is indeed deeply sensual.

I only hesitate for seconds. Then I look at the grim 26 on the board. If this shivering is sensual to the palm of my hand, it should work even better when I aim it for my pussy. This hitachi represents an option to shift back my mood into the realm of sex again. And it is the sex I need to survive. It isn’t even a decision, there is only one path.

I turn around and have another look at it. The head is right in front of my crotch, buzzing, trembling, as if it is hopefully anticipating pressing into my pussy and delivering pleasure.

Resolute and determined, I take the half step forward, pressing the tip of it right into my clit.