Getting It On With Sex Toys
I saw my first sex toy when I was freshman in college in the 1980s. My first boyfriend got it for me. I didn’t want to keep it in my dorm room because I was embarrassed. It was loud. As in it sounded like a fighter jet taking off. Better to use that in his bed than in mine where all my housemates would hear it at stupid o’clock in the morning.
It was your average, classic vibrator. At the time there wasn’t much variety in sex toys. This one was slender, about eight inches long, pink, made of plastic, and it had a knob at the base you twisted to turn it on. It took batteries.
Sex toys have come a long way! I now work for a British sex toys company as a copywriter. I’m also an affiliate with several American sex toys companies. These days, sex toys are waterproof, rechargeable, and in all shapes and sizes. Some are even solar powered! My favorite sex toys are those made by Lelo, a Swedish manufacturer. Leave it to those plucky Swedes to create some kick-ass sex toys.
In my novel “Don’t Call Me Baby”, Catherine Stone is introduced to her share of sex toys including bondage gear. Whilst I’m not into bondage myself, Catherine enjoys a little light BDSM. Her first boyfriend gave her the same vibrator mine gave me – no surprise there – but I don’t believe you get to see her use it. Wait for the sequel to see her first experience with a vibrator.
Vibrators help women become accustomed to how their bodies work. Plus they feel so damned good! There’s nothing like a roiling orgasm you get from using a good vibe. Vibrators these days don’t have to look like gigantic purple jelly rubber dicks with glitter all over them. Rabbit vibrators are popular. They are penis-shaped vibrators with a clit stimulator attached so that you get both clitoral and vaginal stimulation all at once. They became very popular when one appeared on the American TV show “Sex And The City”. They also appeared in the movie “Better Than Chocolate”. I own several rabbit vibratos and I swear by them.
Catherine Stone explores her sexuality with men as well as through her favorite sex toys and bondage gear. How does she do that exactly? Read the book and find out!
The moment Eric left, Catherine stripped to her cotton underwear, and climbed into bed. Horny as hell, she grabbed her vibrator, and slid it in. Being so wet and aroused from making out with Eric, her vibrator had no difficulty sliding inside her. That vibrator was a birthday gift from her first boyfriend, Chris. While the relationship ended badly, especially when he was fired from his instructor job at Quincy because of her, she did get some nice gifts from him. This vibrator being one of them.
Her pussy made slurping sounds as she slid the vibrator back and forth. She pulled it out, and pressed the tip against her clit. She rocked against her bed as she rubbed the tip of the vibrator against her clit. As she pulled on her nipples, she fantasized about Eric’s strong hands against her small, firm breasts. His fingers felt so good as they pinched her hard nipples. With an image of his broad shoulders and firm biceps as his arms encircled her, she flashed onto her memory of Ryan’s admiring gaze. Both Ryan and Eric had the most amazing dimples, and that was her weakness – gorgeous men with dimples. She thought of Ryan eyeing up her legs as she displayed them during their first meeting. That memory drifted into her memory of DJ’s lazy gaze upon her through his thick hair. She enjoyed the attention, and she knew she was going to get more of it before this camp closed for the summer. When would she be lucky enough to get Ryan and DJ in her bed the way she enjoyed Eric? She remembered the feel and taste of Eric’s lips and tongue in her mouth, and with the memory of his hands on her body and his mouth on hers, she came hard against the vibrator. Ramping up the speed with a twist of the controls, her orgasm exploded so hard she doubled over in her bed. She came in hard waves, up and down, rocking her hips in time to her thundering heartbeat. With Eric on her mind, she drifted off to a deep sleep.
DON’T CALL ME BABY is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural moors she collides with on a daily basis.
It’s 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for ions. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes, married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.
She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards. Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She’s free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman’s judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart’s content.
Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she’s found the sexual bliss she is looking for, and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.