A few months ago, I got my first sex toy, an egg vibrator from ifonnx.
From the moment I received the logistics notification, my heart began to jump, not only excited, but also nervous. I always help everyone pick up the courier, this time I naturally didn't ask them if they needed me to help them pick up the goods by the way. I chose a day when my roommates had classes, set off early before they returned to the dormitory, and hurried to the logistics room. Although I know that sex toy packages are very private, I still worry about being discovered by others.
Fortunately, nothing embarrassing happened. The package was tightly wrapped with opaque yellow tape. I cut the package with scissors, opened the carton of the small toy, stuffed the egg vibrator in the storage bag, and put it in the drawer with the charging cable, and then covered my coat, the hidden set of processes is completed. In order not to be discovered by my roommates, I covered all traces in the shortest possible time in a panic and thrilling mood.
My roommates and I get along so well, so we've taken almost all of our college courses together. Looking at the egg vibrator being charged, I regretted it at this time. To make matters worse, I slept on top of a bunk bed, and if I used a sex toy on the bed, the bed would definitely shake too hard, and cleaning up after masturbation would be a little more difficult.
While I was still thinking about how to use sex toys without my roommates finding out, there was a knock on the door...
For a whole week in a row, I didn't find a good opportunity. It was close to the mid-term exam, we were all busy with homework and papers, and the roommates didn’t like studying in the library. They were all used to drinking coffee and doing homework conscientiously around the desk. Of course, I also love the happy atmosphere of my roommates getting together and chatting, but every time I glance at my safe and think of the lonely vibrator inside, I still feel a little unhappy.
The opportunity occurred at the usual party after the exam. I was about to readily agree to go to the appointment on time, when the restless cyan elf in my mind hit me: I will not go this time. I went on to say that I've been feeling sick these last few days, don't call me unless the party is all about salad toast. One of my kind roommates immediately suggested that it could be postponed for my sake, but I was discouraged by all kinds of evasive methods.
Oops, I said to her secretly in my heart: You are my real biggest obstacle, my dear.
After my roommates went out to party as they normally planned, I realized my opportunity had come. But I, being cautious, didn't feel completely relieved until I watched them walk out of the gate that day. Finding the right time to play with my love toys is not easy, but it feels almost like a holiday. At the same time, I was ready to clean myself - I even picked up a basin of warm water to clean up later.
finally! I started my dream exploration. This exploration even has the nature of a scientific examination. My ideas are very rich, what kind of posture, what materials should be used together, and how to cooperate with the specific vibration mode, I just need to write a guide for the use of egg vibrators...
I ended up having three orgasms, and never had sex so exhausting when I had a boyfriend. While cleaning up, I entered the gentleman's peace time, as if a little red flag was planted in my Antarctica.
In the first development, I have figured out light gameplay and upgrade gameplay. I was amazed at how my body could react so intensely and consistently. But the trouble reappeared: next time, what kind of opportunity should I pick?
I find that one of my roommates blows his hair for a long time every time he blow-drys it.
Her hair dryer also seemed to be quite loud.
Also, she likes to take a shower after gym class on Thursday, and to blow dry her long curly hair when she comes back, if no one else is in the dormitory at this time, there will be more than an hour.
...that's it.
I recharged the toy, put the sanitizing spray aside, and waited for Thursday. She is a very cheerful person and always likes to chat with me, so when she goes back to the dormitory to find a hairdryer, she will also say a few words to me. That day, I had no choice but to say that I was not feeling well, and then I closed my little curtain.
Luckily, I still have a small bed curtain.
But as time went on, I realized that this was not a long-term solution. Human physiological desires have cycles, and once you try a vibrator, you never want to go back to the original DIY, it's too tiring and boring. The overflowing decibels and the occasional sound running out of my mouth are probably what I have to pay for the "consumption upgrade".
Finally, I thought of the option that I had never considered: go to the hotel by myself. Strange to say, it seemed that I was restricted by various thinking before, I felt that only couples would go to the hotel, and the corresponding explanation for this thinking is: boys have to pay for the whole affair. Therefore, a comfortable and happy sex life has become a luxury that some people have the right to enjoy.
But that's not the case, I could have gone on vacation every week for my own pleasure. I didn't want to make that ingrained shame feel more sneaky and apprehensive, and I didn't want this good time with me to turn into a guerrilla war.
It's not very expensive to stay in a hotel, and you can even choose an hourly room in a very good hotel.
Moreover, although it is still difficult for me to confess to my roommates about things like sex toys, the explanation of "I want to relax every week, go out to eat, drink, dance, and don't go back to the dormitory at night" will be understood by everyone.
So, six months after I stayed at the hotel last time, I opened the website again and looked at the hotel. An unexpected and wonderful feeling is that I no longer have to consider the preferences and time of two people, but also his wallet, as I used to get along with my boyfriend. This time, I was as natural as ordering myself a takeaway I wanted to eat.
I call this action "self-love" in my heart. Every time I go to the hotel, I will buy myself some favorite snacks and bring a few favorite books with me. It's totally as natural as going on vacation by yourself. I also considered renting a house off-campus before, but it was not very convenient. It was far from the cafeteria, and I had to pay water and electricity bills every month, and it was not safe. Now spending one or two hundred dollars a week is just right for me.
I feel like a little princess living in my heart, she turns out to be very satisfied too. Moreover, since I had such a ceremonial vacation plan, my usual desire to buy snacks has somehow subsided. After a month, I didn’t spend much money.
It's like knowing that I can always be satisfied, and all my physical and psychological needs can always be handled perfectly by myself. Once I was very tired and fell asleep as soon as I went to the hotel without accomplishing anything. When I woke up from the soft bed the next day and the sun was shining on my face, I felt very warm and very beautiful.
I often think of the news I saw a few years ago: a girl in Japan chose to "marry herself". She put the ring on herself in the blessing of relatives and friends, by this simple ceremony, she married herself instead of a man. Strange Japanese people always do cute and interesting things, I think this is what my plan probably means~
