It seems appropriate that my first post should tell the story of my very first sex toy. It was given to me by my best friend when I turned thirteen. She had given me a socially acceptable gift in front of my parents over cake and ice cream, but at the sleepover that night, she gleefully produced a smaller package from her overnight bag.
“You’ll like this even better!” she whispered.
I opened the bag to find a small pink “foot massager” that buzzed when pressure was applied to its nubby tip. Jenny had procured one of these marvels for herself at a discount odds and ends store, and returned later to snag one for me. It was hard plastic, and powered by AA batteries, the finest massager that $2.99 could buy.
Being rather naïve at that point in my life, I proceeded to apply it to the sole of my foot as the picture on the box suggested. It certainly felt nice, but I couldn’t understand why Jenny had seemed so excited about this thing. I looked up to find her shaking her head in exasperation.
“No, it’s not really for your feet…”
“It’s not? Then what…”
Jenny raised her eyebrows, glanced at my crotch, then met my eyes again. Comprehension slowly dawned. I had recently discovered the wonder of self-induced orgasms, and it occurred to me that this buzzy little contraption might add to the experience. I stashed it carefully in a nightstand drawer for a private trial later.
“Later” turned out to be a few weeks away. Every time I thought about using it, I was terrified that my parents would hear the buzz and know what I was up to. I waited for a night when they went out, and with great anticipation, pulled the little massager from my drawer.
Cautiously, I buzzed it against my hand first. Then my leg. Then my inner thigh. Finally, abandoning all caution, I touched it to my clit. I experienced an instant and crystal-clear understanding of Jenny’s grin when she handed it to me. I proceeded to clumsily buzz myself to orgasm, amazed at how quickly I arrived there. So amazed, in fact, that I felt compelled to see if I could do it again. You know, for science.
That experience marked the beginning of my fascination with sex toys. I became adept at camouflaging the buzzing sound, sneaking it into the bathroom to use while the shower ran. Sadly, my little pink friend only lasted about a year before it mysteriously refused to buzz again. I tried changing batteries, even attempted to open it up to see if it could be repaired. When that failed, I went on a quest to find a replacement. Alas, my search came up empty. As I grew up in the dark days before the internet and couldn’t legally set foot in any of the local “adult stores”, years passed before I could indulge again. While that buzzy little bugger was hardly a high-quality item, I have fond memories of it all the same.
How about you… do you remember your first toy? I’d love to hear your story in the comments.