It was only last year (at the age of 21) that I bought my second sex toy, a rabbit, and now I'm the proud owner of quite a number more and feeling very sexually free. I was quite proud of it, it was my naughty secret (except from the female family members) for years, and the little bullet could do its magic in less than a minute. my first toy was a lucky dip prize and was known about by both my aunties, my cousins, and my mother. "You can have a different prize, Lucy, don't worry.". then I have multiple people, my aunty included, offering to take it off my hands for me. Someone soon tells me what it is (it's a vibrator btw) …I have to get them to explain what a vibrator even is. Then everyone is roaring with laughter and I'm just like, "aha aha aha. Much to my 15-year-old-new-to-masturbating-self's surprise when I unwrapped it and it was not mascara but. I pulled it out, excited, and the sight of it in wrapping paper confirmed what I thought it was. In my hand goes, fiddling around, and I feel what I thought was a small mascara brush in plastic packaging on cardboard, and I thought, "yes! Brilliant! I needed a new mascara!". So, since I'd done so well, I got to do a lucky dip for a prize. Sophie, the Maid of Honour, had done a brilliant job to plan all the games as well as buy a bunch of prizes for a lucky dip. The games included but were not exclusive to pin the penis on the man, match the celebrity crush to the individual here, match the baby face to the individual and I happened to do pretty well. The Friday night we spent at the cottages, drinking, playing sex related games, and having a jolly ole good time. I was, by far, the youngest person there, and by law, still a child.
We were staying the weekend in a group of cottages near Chester, and I was there with my mum, two of my aunties, both my cousins (who were about 30), and the bride-to-be's friends. The One With a Proud Lucky Dip – Written by Luce Although she eventually broke when I was in high school, the self-love and confidence she helped me find is a gift I will always have. She gave me some incredible orgasms and a deep appreciation for my own body and pleasure. Viv accompanied me through puberty, sexual discoveries, first relationships, and heartbreak.
And that night, a beautiful love affair began. I eventually settled on a simple purple vibrator that the store had named "Vivian." I remember taking her home in a colorful paper bag, feeling like I had the sexiest little secret in my hand. I was shy and awkward at first, but my mom and the store staff were so open and comfortable with sexuality that I relaxed quickly and explored all the different types of sex toys, lingerie, and candy genitals with a coy fascination. When I was 13, my incredible sex positive mother took me to our local feminist sex shop to buy me my first vibrator. The One With The Sex-Positive Parent - Written by Sylvan Yep, we’re saying it – our first vibrator teaches us valuable life lessons!ĭo any of the stories stimulate your memories of your first time? Submit your first vibrator story here. We build a better awareness of our identity, wants, and desires which makes room for positive habits that last a lifetime. Do-it-yourself becomes self-improvement as we become more familiar with both our body and mind. To a certain extent, those events contribute even more to our personal growth overcoming embarrassment, feeling empowered, and realizing just how normal using a vibrator is. Often the experience of acquiring our earliest sex toy is just as memorable as the feel-good vibes that follow. Vibrators come and go, but our first time with a vibrator touches us in ways we don’t always expect! Just like our first time masturbating, it introduces us to new sensations and marks a new stage of self-discovery, sexual exploration, and pleasure. We asked the Smile Makers community to share their stories on how they got their beginner buzz! We never forget our first love, but we seldom take time to reminisce about our first vibrator.
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