Staying with a friend this weekend, I noticed the saddle vibrator set up in the corner.
“I’ve never played with a Sybian before,” I said. “Would you mind if I took that one for a ride?”
My gracious host agreed, and I eagerly pulled a condom over the dildo attachment. Using nitrile gloves, I fashioned barriers for the places my vulva would rub against the vibrator. Without ceremony or prelude, I lubed the dildo and settled myself onto the erection sprouting from the black half-moon.
The moans started almost immediately, even before I turned the knobs controlling dildo rotation and vibration. Guttural sounds made their way from deep in my chest. I wasn’t remotely shy about translating my pleasure to audio.
Knees cushioned by well-placed pillows, I lifted my body up and down, up and down, riding the rotating and vibrating cock. I alternated the riding with resting my pussy lips against the vibration. Back arched, mouth open, lids heavy, I floated into the realm of extreme ecstasy where time fades and everything is washed away except the pleasure rippling through my body.
After several minutes of orgasms drifting into each other, indistinguishable, I began cranking the vibration knob. The strength of the vibration made me gasp and I fell forward, palms pressed against the wood floor. I rocked back and forth, hair falling around my face, hips grinding in a circle, pushing my engorged clit and lips against the machine nestled between my thighs.
Some time later, after an especially large spasm sent my limbs jerking, I switched off the buttons and breathed heavily. My pulse thudded against the firm phallus. Slowly I lifted myself off the dildo attachment and curled up next to it on the floor, catching my breath.
“That . . . was . . . amazing,” I panted.
Then I went into strategy mode. It was immediately obvious that I’d want to experience this again, sooner than I would next be able to visit my friend. At $1400, the Sybian is a significant investment. I’ve long been frustrated by a consumer model that requires each household to purchase yard tools and home appliances. In my visions of an ideal world, laundromats would be appealing and easy to use, and communal garden sheds in each neighborhood would house a shared lawn mower and quality tools.
Similarly, I am starting to envision a place where one could enjoy riding a Sybian for a small fee. With barrier protection and hygienic practices, I have a hard time seeing a downside. More options for everyone!
I am looking for feedback and suggestions. What should be included in a friendly neighborhood orgasm shop? Chime in!