To add to the general feeling of frustration I started playing CoC and I can say I spent hours sitting on the couch, avidly reading with one hand scrolling through the game and the other down my pants. My usual session was just starting with some causual reading until I got turned on enough to want to touch myself. At this point I would deny this desire and would keep reading for as long as I could until it occured I didn't realize I had slid my hand downwards, lifted my shirt and rubbed my belly softly teased and played with the hem of my jeans. I would causually slide a finger or two under it and tried to get closer to the current focus of my interest without managing to do so because the pants would be too tight. Then I'd pop the button open and caress myself through my knickers, gently arching my back and clenching my butt. Then I'd slide the underwear aside and rub my swollen clit for the better part of an hour alternating between lazy strokes and furious ones associated with desperate humping of my own hand. I'd edge for the better part of an hour of more before letting myself go and whine through a hard earned orgasm.
It was fantastic, don't get me wrong, I came multiple times and there is something that I find extremely empowering to be able to make myself come undone with only my fingers, but as the days passed an underlying frustration stated to build up, a frustration that could not be completely sated by my sole fingers. I would catch myself fantasizing about my dildos, a good, big, firm dick rubbing my insides raw or caressing some sweet spot hidden deep inside, too far too reach otherwise. I'd dream about texture monsters overstimulating me to the point of tears of relief, a long toy with a proeminent head to mash against my cervix, a knot to get inside and feel stuffed, filled without the option to escape, a gentle curve that'd tickle some delicate places. So it isn't very surprising that as soon as I got back home and enough time for toying, I jumped on my storage box like a starved hyena.
And, man, was I happy to get down to buisness. When I opened the box, I froze and my mind went overload with the sheer amount of possbilities, I took Echo first to get gently back on the track, after all it had been a while since I had had the occasion to play. The moment my hand touched the familiar silicone. I. fucking. moaned. I was puffing and I could smell myself. My first impulse was to get naked and get on it, jump up and down on the shaft again and again again until it was enough, but I had time, so I just bucked against my hand through my pants while smearing the silicone with lube. I grabbed the tango to join the fun. So far I had never managed to properly come with it.
I barely got the time to get some erotica on screen and a third of the shaft in that I realized I was already there, at that point where what I'm doing is good enough and I just need to keep doing it to come. So I did just that and that orgasm lasted and lasted and lasted, back arched and mouth opened until I had to pull the tango away. One thing that I noticed, with the Womanizer (that name, seriously
) is that I can have an orgasm-ception, one orgasm building inside of and other and it can go on and on, while with the tango more like *Wham-Bam*, job done, strong but unique. But I was in a rut and so just a few minutes later (just the time for the afterglow to disminish a little and i was ready to go again) I grabbed EE's Howard and it's so very wonderful in firm. It made me come once with only the head in against my gspot, and once tapping against my cervix hard enough for the balls to start to get inside me, that feeling always get me hard and fast. The sheer sensation of the double stimulation against the cervix and labia is awesome, but when you add the fantasy to get banged hard enough that my cervix takes some pounding with tha fact that it's hard that the balls and trying to get inside me and the fact that they are to big to manage to do so while imagining my partner emptying their balls inside me *nnnnghhh and it's a fucking firework that takes place in my body. Each time I whine, buckle and squirt a little. Fun times.
When i said that was in a rut, I really was because I managed to get two more sessions with my small Lenneth that so far I felt that should probably put up for sale, but nope, that head, coronal ridge, ridges, swell of the shaft and base make me think that I should definitely invest in a medium one. First time I rode it on my desk chair and then achieved an other orgasm with the Womanizer. And then got back to the bed for a second round (with him). After that I was done for the day.
The following day I was having a long work day but I managed to squeeze three short sessions and a long one into my schedule. Lenneth once before short nap. And then I took out another toy that I hadn't used in quite a long time, Pretzal. And dang, mah boï once again didn't disappoint. The head, the curve, the taper, the texture, I wouldn't be able to choose one over the other, but all in all it makes for such a great toy. One that requires a bit more effort to manage since it's heavier and curvier makes for more effort to plan the session or to position myself to use it and I'm one lazy wanker most of the time. I'm just here to rub one out and get the endorphins. I ended the day with two more sessions with Howard (can't go wrong with that one).
So I guess I'm on a roll these days and forced "abstinence" made me (temporarily I hope) into a dripping creautre in perpertual need.
And there, I just made myself horny again. I guess some things can't be helped...
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I wish this color scheme for this tentacle would come back!, 
our experience probably differ wildly since i mostly own XLs.
