Purple Gee's First Pleasure Ride

The rain hammered against the windows of my small apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. It had been an impulsive purchase, really. A late-night scroll through Married Dance, fueled by boredom and a sudden, insistent desire for something more. The purple Gee vibe, recommended by the site, seemed innocent enough. Small, sleek, promising a quiet, private pleasure. Little did I know how profoundly it would alter my understanding of my own body, my own desires.

I’d always been hesitant, cautious even, when it came to my sexuality. My only experience had been tentative, clumsy explorations with a finger, the occasional tampon. The thought of truly engaging with my own pleasure, delving deeper into the mysteries of my anatomy, had always felt daunting. But the day I ordered the Gee vibe, something shifted. A spark ignited within me, a reckless abandon that demanded to be fed.

I decided to embrace the shower, hoping the warmth would loosen my inhibitions, making the insertion less jarring. But water, as any woman knows, is an inadequate lubricant. The feeling of the cool water clinging to my skin, a stark contrast to the imagined sensations, only heightened my anticipation. Stripping off my clothes, I settled onto the cool tile floor, letting my legs dangle over the edge of the tub. The scent of lavender from my body wash mingled with the metallic tang of the vibe, a strange, intoxicating combination.

My fingers traced the folds of my underwear, teasing the sensitive skin, enjoying the friction. This was a ritual I’d become accustomed to, a way to build the heat, to prepare myself for the plunge. But tonight, there was a new element, a thrill of the unknown that propelled me forward. I positioned myself facing the mirror, my back resting against the wet tile, feeling vulnerable yet strangely powerful. The reflection staring back at me was a stranger, an embodiment of the raw, uninhibited desire I was about to unleash.

The Gee vibe felt enormous in my hand, a smooth, heavy cylinder promising a potent release. I reached for a tube of coconut oil, the creamy texture feeling decadent against my skin. Coating the tip of the vibe in the viscous liquid, I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable discomfort. Then, with a decisive movement, I pushed the slick head into my vaginal opening.

The initial sensation was a sharp, burning pain, a reminder of the countless times I’d felt that same discomfort during my ultrasound. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was undeniably stimulating, a signal that I was finally engaging with my own pleasure. My muscles tensed involuntarily, my breath catching in my throat. The pain subsided as the vibe slid deeper, the smooth cylinder conforming to the curves of my body. It was surprisingly easy to insert, a testament to its design, but the initial shock left me breathless.

I began experimenting, gently drawing it in and out, twisting it slowly, exploring its contours. It was an odd sensation, a disconnect between the physical act and the feeling within. My vagina felt numb, unresponsive to direct stimulation. It was like holding a cold, hard stone against a sensitive surface. Frustrated, I switched to the vibrating settings, hoping to elicit some response. The low hum of the motor filled the small space, a constant, insistent vibration against my flesh.

At first, it was just a buzzing sensation, a dull throb that offered no real pleasure. Then, I adjusted the angle, pushing the vibe against the front wall of my vagina, targeting the area where the bladder met the vaginal opening. Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, a searing heat that spread throughout my entire body. It was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced, both exhilarating and terrifying.

I continued to manipulate the vibe, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning, seeking the perfect spot. The pleasure intensified with each adjustment, a crescendo of sensation building within me. I realized I was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the desire, my thoughts dissolving into a swirling vortex of lust and pleasure.

After a while, I withdrew the vibe, feeling exhausted but deeply satisfied. I resumed my towel-grinding routine, enjoying the familiar friction, the scent of sweat and arousal. But even as I continued my self-pleasure, my mind remained focused on the Gee vibe, on its power and its ability to unlock hidden depths of pleasure.

The next day, I repeated the process, determined to push myself further, to explore the boundaries of my own desires. This time, I experimented with the vibrating settings, discovering that the prolonged pulses were my favorite. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but undeniably pleasurable. I found myself concentrating on a specific point on the front wall of my vagina, sliding the vibe in and out repeatedly, drawing out the pleasure, savoring every second.

The position I chose was particularly effective. Seated with my back to the bed, one leg stretched out to the right, the other bent and knee pulled up against my torso, supported by my left hand on the floor. The feeling of my body against the cool tile, the weight of my limbs, added another layer of sensation to the experience. The scent of coconut oil mingled with the lingering warmth of my body, creating a sensual atmosphere that heightened my arousal.

As I worked my fingers along my body, enjoying the view and the sensation, I couldn't help but compare the Gee vibe to my future husband's cock. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine, intensifying my pleasure and solidifying my determination to explore my own sexuality with abandon. The feeling was so intense, so visceral, that I felt like my entire body was on fire, a beautiful, consuming inferno of desire.

I realized that my clitoris, at least externally, felt nothing. I tried placing the vibe on it, but it did nothing for me. It was clear that the internal parts of the clitoris were where the true pleasure lay. But how to access them? The thought intrigued me, a new challenge in my quest for self-discovery.

Despite the pain and discomfort, I knew I couldn't stop now. The Gee vibe had opened a door, revealing a world of pleasure I had never known existed. And I was determined to step through that door, to embrace my sexuality, to explore my body, to find the perfect sensations, the ultimate release. The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, insistent rhythm, but within me, a new storm was brewing, a tempest of desire and pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. My exploration had just begun.

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