Edit: Arthur Rue
Hello, my name is Lisa Vincente, but if I had friends they would call me Lisa. I'm going to tell you about a sex toy that rocked me to my foundation and introduced me to a world of pleasure which I was wholly ignorant about. It was not just a world of sex, but of industry, luxury, money and most important of all, loving acceptance. But for now, I'll tell you how this all got started.
First a little bit about me. I'm a 6'0" slim, with long shapely legs. At one point I considered modeling, but no tits and my height put a stop to that. My skin is naturally tan from my Hispanic heritage, I'm kind of dark by Hispanic standards, but it works well on me. My measurements are 30-26-34, yeah, I know, like I said, I'm flat chested, but at least I am being honest. Unfortunately, boys don't really like my body type and I am so tired of the old carpenter's joke. My height can also be intimidating.
But over the years, I've learned to have plenty of sexy fun all by myself. Who needs anyone for good sex anyway? Regardless of that, I flaunt my body just the same. Umm...what else? I've small feet, I wear a size 5. Which I adorn with all kinds of shoes, sneakers, wedges, heels, boots, sandals, in fact, let me stop here, otherwise I will go on forever.
I have a pretty face, elfin is what I have been described as, demure ruby lips, dark brown eyes and long purple hair that falls into my butt crack in the shower with hot pink bangs. I think of myself as a sex android and tend to dress the part. Which also tends to draw attention in a crowd.
Well, this whole story being about sex, let's start with my toy inventory. Under my bed, there are several trunks. Each with its own group of toys. Number one big trunk is full of an embarrassing number of dildos. I did try to keep them organized, but it looks like a children's toy box. Some are glass and even fewer are metal. The majority are rubber or latex. I really like the flexible colored translucent ones. There are some realistic looking ones as well, complete with foreskin and veins. And one that I suppose would belong to a horse, but it's too big for me to use. With much lube and some muscle, I did manage to get it partially in, but it was more painful than pleasure. So now it just sits in the bottom. I even have a couple that can ejaculate. On days when I've been masturbating for hours, I'll collect my cream in a cup and then pour it into the reservoir and use it to creampie myself. It's fun and messy, but the cleanup is always worth it. What I'd really love to do is to creampie another girl with it. But alas, it's just a fantasy. Oh, this trunk also contains my collection of butt plugs. These are not as numerous and extreme as my dildo collection. The special one is electric. I like it because when it is up my butt, I can turn it on, low power, and it tightens my hole and vagina. I use it to push my juices out by strobing it on and off. It's kind of a way of milking myself.
Trunk number 2 has all my vibrators, which are not all that many. Many of my older ones used C and D batteries, but I've found they have a high failure rate. Many of my new ones are now AC powered. A couple have a rabbit's head on them, which is a little nub near the base to touch my clitoris when fully inserted. One of my favorites has a rabbit head and rotating beads down the shaft. Much to my shame, much of this trunk contains broken vibrators. I should have thrown them away as they broke. It's now too embarrassing to throw away a partial or at least whole trash bag full of broken vibrators. What would the garbage man think if the bag broke open?
On the other side of the bed is a large trunk and a single device. One is a sybian, along with all its attachments. It's about 1 foot wide by 2 feet long and the whole thing is arch-shaped. Kind of like a saddle that sits on the floor. It has a shaft built into the middle of it that either pumps up and down, vibrates or both. What you do is throw a leg over it like a motorcycle mounting the dildo and instead of fucking myself, it fucks me. And let me stay it's fantastic, best money I ever spent.
The other, well, I have no other name for it except, "The fucking machine." It's also so large it doesn't have a trunk, it just sits under the bed. It's just a floor level pedestal with a motorized shaft that pumps forward and back. You mount yourself on the toy and have a blast. It's well made, in fact, custom made. I paid someone to make me one, so it's one of a kind. It is adjustable for depth of stroke and speed of stroke. It's superb. Most people remember their first day with certain events, but for the fuck machine, I have a first week experience.
Lastly, I guess I should mention that most of my underwear are matched with a butterfly vibrator. Which is just a kind of remote vibrator you wear like panties, that go over your clitoris. When I'm out in public, close to cumming and don't want to reveal anything. I can turn it on with my remote and blast my pussy with it. But enough about my old toys, on to the new toys.
I had been hearing about this great toy, that you could program anything you wanted it to do and it would do it, vaginal, anal, vibrate, spin, fuck, reshape itself whatever. All in a pair of expensive looking set of black panties. The reviews were saying that it was not just revolution in the sex toy industry but that technology alone would change the future of humanity. I recall rumors that the company had mastered nanotechnology. How? Well, the sex industry has that kind of money. But with my tech background, I was a bit skeptical. Who throws that much R&D into toys for masturbation. It was time to go to my local adult store to have a look in person. Thinking about the toy and reading all the reviews, got my motor running, which reflected in what I wore that day.
Let's get dressed! The first thing I picked out was just a plain black dress, but behind that was a hot pink stretch cotton/spandex tube skirt I bought for a rave I never went to. I'd forgotten all about it, as well as how revealing it was. Its top hem ended about 2" above my nipples and the bottom stopped about 3" below my crotch. It was literally just a tube of material that I slip into, with a kitty logo on the front. For shoes, I go with knee high pink All Star Converse, I have shoes four times over for every outfit. I have clothing in the range of super professional conservative, to ultra porno star slutty, it keeps people guessing about me. A lack of a social life leaves me a bit materialistic.
Finally, I braid my hair into one long French braid down my back, with a cute little pink ribbon to tie it together. "Looking good," I say to my reflection in the mirror. The dress is tighter than I remembered, or perhaps it shrunk when I washed it. Walking in it made the hem rise a little, emphasizing my petite butt. My butt is not flat, but it's not a full size either, another thing that kept me from modeling. If it wasn't for the fact all my physical features are feminine, you'd swear I was just some skinny boy in drag. My nipples were trying to poke their little heads through the material with a soft circle of small dark brown areolas around them. One glance will show that I'm clearly not wearing anything under this small number, nor will I. The thought of going out like this makes me wet. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. Outfits must be cute and most importantly, I need to access my tits, pussy, and ass at a moment's notice. Don't judge, but when I need to get off, I need it. Which now reminds me as to why I really bought this dress.
This dress made the cut because I could fold down the top and bottom, leaving me easy access to all my pleasure areas. Without realizing it, I had already folded down the top and bottom. So, to go with my flow, I grab a towel, sit on my bed, put one foot on the edge of the bed and pat dry my slightly moist pussy. I don't want to stain this awesome dress now, do I? The feel of the towel had the added effect of arousing me more. Always one to be a creative and chronic masturbator, I tried something new.
