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My Man came home with it one day. I did not respond the way he thought I would. It was right before Christmas (a number of years ago) and he had been asking me if I wanted a "dildo" (to him, any sex toy is a "dildo") I kept saying "No, I like skin." I was stressed, because we were having Christmas at our house and I had cleaning and cooking to do (although he really helps with these things around the holidays) and we were in bed one night and I had my back to him and he said, "I got something for you." In THAT voice and I thought, "OMG, I am not in the mood." thinking he just wanted sex.
He reaches over and thrusts this huge realistic vibrator (Sil-A-Gel no less) into my hand. I felt it for a minute, then screamed and threw it into his face, called him a few choice words and ran downstairs to cry alone on the couch.
He came down and apologised, saying he thought I would like it. *sigh* I know I could have been more open minded.
Forward less than a week, all week I knew that thing
was in his drawer, I smelled it every time I put away his socks and underwear. One night, we were making love and I was having a difficult time coming (signs of things to come) and I said, "What the hell? What can it hurt? Grab that thing and let's see what it can do." I didn't want him to turn it on, the vibrations felt weird, but he used it as a dildo while he went down on me, and I really liked it. I learned to like the vibrations (although we often use our penetrative toys without vibration to this day) and as we outgrew that toy, and realized there were better quality toys out there, our collection grew.
A few years ago, after yet an other shipment of sex toys came in the mail, he looked at me and said, "What did I do? I created a monster." He laughed and the rest is history. Now every time I get a box, he wants to see what new thing I have. The last box let him down because it was from Bath and Body Works.