At the weekend, we girls met up for an "old" women's summer evening at my place. The table was full of red fruit champagne, cream liqueur and sweets en masse. As soon as I set the table, I knew that we had some catching up to do after a 6-week break and that our mouths wouldn't stop watering. The four of us sat until 02.30 in the morning ... sex, men, children, everyday worries! The children and everyday worries were relatively quickly off the table. A six-week school vacation also meant: no grades, no teacher-parent meetings, no morning cab rides to school, etc. What remained was the sex and the men. Actually, it was more about sex without men. Late at night, Judith asked the question of all questions of the evening. Which of the four of us has the most satisfying sex? The one who has just fallen in love (Sylvie) or the two singles (Judith and Inga)? Or the ones who are in a relationship, like me?
Sylvie pulled her arm up and shouted; "ME!". "Why you?" asked Judith, "Why not Sira?". Full of conviction, Sylvie said: "Come on, Sira & Sören have been together for 15 years, there's only something going on once a week at most. But for me, it's sex time almost every day." Inga, who hadn't said a word about it until now, then said rather rebelliously: "Almost every day - but I have the sex devil at work from morning to night and that's more than satisfying, I tell you!" There was a big question mark on all our faces. And then it got loud and everyone started talking. What's his name, how long have you known him, how old is he, what does he look like, where did you meet him? She looked at each of us with a mischievous expression on her face, leaned back, took a sip of champagne and started talking.
She had met him by chance. It wasn't planned, but during a shopping trip she passed this store. She saw him and was tempted to touch him. We were all speechless. To explain: Inga is rather reserved. And what makes the search for Mr. Right 99.99% more difficult is that she is very picky. Inga has been single for eight years and always finds fault with the guys. That's why we were so excited to hear her stories. This one must be the real deal. Silence! Well, Inga continued: 'After she made her way home, fully packed, she passed one of these stores. Our eyes widened. She, our Inga, had really managed to approach a guy in a store? "Where?" we all said as if on cue. Inga started giggling and said: "In a sex store!" We were all gobsmacked! Inga approaches a guy in a sex store. That was the sensation of the summer!
Inga burst out laughing and explained to us that it wasn't a guy, but a sex toy that she had bought and has had with or inside her ever since. Always ready for action, so to speak.
"What, now too?" Well, Sylvie, our little uptight one in the group, was outraged and let out an "Ewww, here and now, are you crazy? And to say that too, what do you want, the prize for being original?"
Well, that got too heated for me and I said how brilliant I thought it was. Don't we all know that we feel a tingling sensation between our legs every now and then on the bike, in the car, in the office, in the evening, in bed in the morning or anywhere else and sometimes want to be satisfied at the same time ?
Judith agreed with me and was red in the face with curiosity. "Go on," she told Inga and she gushed out her "first time sextoy" with delight. We all listened to her with genuine (pre)pleasure. Finally, Inga told us that after paying for the toy, the sales clerk gave her the right lubricant.
"How did you know which sex toy was perfect for you?" I asked her. She wouldn't have known, Inga said, but she was magically attracted to the lay-on vibrator. The color, the shape - and the thought that this toy could give her pleasure all day long made her horny.
I think I know exactly what Inga meant. My day-to-day work here as an ORION blogger consists of pure eroticism. Every hour, every minute of every working day I have to deal with people's lust. In my private life too, of course - who doesn't enjoy sex? But there's a time for everything. Today I see a masturbator, pulsator or even a couples vibrator with completely different eyes. Twenty years ago, I wouldn't have put one of these in bed. Out of shame, out of fear, out of ignorance - precisely for these reasons. Today, with this partner by my side, such a "third man" falls more into the "more fun for two" category.
But the question remains, which is the right sex toy for me? This was also the opinion of Judith, who seemed to have forgotten her original question and put her interest in Inga's latest acquisition to one side with the number of orgasms she had with the sex toy and concentrated entirely on the question: "How do I find the perfect sex toy for me?". After I had uncorked a bottle or two, we came to the conclusion at the end of the evening that the question should first be clarified - do I want to use a toy? If so, should the toy make me tingle or vibrate or should it be more rhythmic? Do I want to be pleasured vaginally or anally? Can I only come if the vibrator looks deceptively similar to a penis or would it turn me on if I had a sexual companion disguised as lipstick in my luggage? Questions upon questions. What are you thinking right now, anal? Vaginal? A dildo with strong veins and a base - so that a woman can sit on it straight away and satisfy her need to be completely filled, or is it rather the small vibrating egg that can be operated by remote control?
Even all the many sex toys we had talked about so illustriously couldn't answer this question. But the desire for such a sex friend grew ever greater! The three of us went back to the erotic store with Inga and each chose a sex toy. Judith got the XXL natural dildo, Sylvie got a massage stick, Inga got a vibrator with a clitoral stimulator and I got a pulsator.
Even if it was only in our minds, we were all a bit aroused. Because for the next "old" girls' evening, we made a firm resolution to go to the erotic store together and buy exactly the sex toys we had in mind so that we could once again decide who has the most satisfying sex among us girls.
ORION blogger Siria