Shortly after I separated from my husband, I decided to invest in a Rabbit. After all, I had heard amazing things about them, stories about women having the best orgasms of their life within minutes of pulling their rabbit from its box. Sex and the City even did a show about a rabbit.
I shopped around on the internet and finally settled on a model I could afford. Needless to say, I was anxious to try it out. I've been masturbating for years, but my experience with toys had been limited by budget and an ex who just wasn't all that into toy play. So while it only took a few days for my package to arrive, I had already been waiting for years to try it out! When it arrived, I greedily opened the box, put the batteries in the remote control, stripped off my clothes, and set to work. I wasn't too impressed with the spinning action of the base, so I left that off and focused instead on varying the speed of the rabbit ears, while I slowly pushed the rabbit in and out of my pussy. And I waited. And I waited. And eventually I had an orgasm, but it wasn't all that impressive. In fact, I was completely disappointed in it. What had happened to the mind-blowing orgasm that I was supposed to have? Several times I tried again, always with the same results- a small orgasm, but nothing to write home about. In fact, my hand gave me better orgasms, and I began to wonder if spending the money on a toy had been a total waste. I stopped using it altogether for a few weeks, until I decided I better find out which of us was defective- me or the toy.
