MY LIFE AS A VIBRATOR
I come into existence on a Thursday in a factory in the Guangdong province. My first sensation is of touch. The firm yet well-seasoned hands of my maker, Hui Zhong, have smoothed and stroked my pearlescent pink silicone shell. Although I will never know, I can guess from the brief time we spend together that she is a woman who takes immense care with everything she turns her attention to. I particularly like the brilliant red of the scarf that covers her steel-wool hair. The intense scrutiny of her glaucoma-wrecked eyes misses nothing. I know truly for the first time what it is to live when she slips the pair of C batteries into my innards and gives my bottom a twirl.
I whorl, I jiggle, I shimmy, I shake. I do what Hui Zhong built me to do—I vibrate. For the first time, by doing what I was built to do, I make someone smile. I please her and I please her well.
Unbeknownst to me as she turns me off, then guts me of my batteries, our time together is short-lived. Into a bin with my brothers I go. I wait for her soft hands to hold me again, but it will not happen. No. My first love is found and lost in an instant.
In short order, I am boxed and packed. The next time I see light I am in a warehouse. My home becomes a metal shelf where I rest between boxes of electric kettles and cartons of squeeze bottles of PVA glue.
It is a strange existence. One by one my shelf mates are taken to a fate and a destination unknown. All we can do in our boxes tantalizingly marked SLICK BULLET WATERPROOF SILICONE POWER PENIS is wait and speculate.
The very moment I give up on ever leaving my shelf and discovering what rests beyond aisle 36, section 44, a hand reaches out and picks me. Together with a book on Spanish cookery, a garlic press, Pride and Prejudice and a box of highlighter pens, I am packed in a box and shipped.
My journey is nothing short of excruciating. Between the superiority of Pride and Prejudice and the insufferable effervescence of the highlighter pens, I nearly lose what sanity I have left.
At last, joy of joys, I arrive at my destination. The light coming into the box after so long in the dark is like a rainbow after the flood.
A blonde woman examines me, then dismisses me. I want to see the love in her eyes I saw in Hui Zhong’s dark pools. There is no love, simply satisfaction. I am nothing more or less than what she expected. I’m crushed.
Hope returns along with her. She holds a length of crimson and gold paper. I’m rolled, tumbled and wrapped. I am a gift. All I can do once again is wait.
I’m transported again. The red curtain of paper conceals a number of laughing women. Anticipation of what might come charges me.
With a shock of surprise, the paper is ripped away from me. At last my surroundings are revealed. I’m held within my box between the hands of a blue-eyed brunette wearing a sparkling tiara. A princess. No, a queen!
A banner on the wall proclaims HAPPY BIRTHDAY DINA!
My queen. My Dina.
Her laughter as she gazes at me is loud and animalistic. The look in her eyes promises passion to come. She’s a tigress, my Dina.
With long fingernails, she slices my box open. I’m taken from my packaging and held up proudly for all to see. The ladies cry and laugh as Dina displays me. I don’t know where the batteries come from, but I know when I’m opened and they’re inserted. With a twist of my base I come to life for the second time.
For all my worth, I put on the best show I can. The women are delighted. Dina switches me off too soon. She sets me to the side, but I know I’ll be back in her hands soon enough.
After gifts there is cake and wine. Wine seems to be the focus of the evening, which is probably why no one notices when a hand grasps me, then quickly conceals me in the flouncy folds of a silk skirt.
Together we slip into the bathroom. It is my Dina. She turns on the faucet. My pink silicone shell is baptized under the stream of warm water. The water is left running.
Her foot kicks up and lands on the edge of the sink. The edge of her skirt is slid up, up, up to her waist.
Naughty Dina, who’s not wearing any panties, reveals her pretty pink pussy.
When she stretches her leg and moves her bottom, her vagina opens like a blooming flower. Do I dare be so cliché as to think of her pink petals as a flower? How can I not be? They make a flower. A pretty flower I want to explore.
Two fingers probe and explore her sex. I envy those fingers but only for a moment. I’m not neglected for long.
With a twist to my bottom, I come to life.
My slippery and slightly wet, shimmering-pink tip draws a line around the bulge of her clit to the entrance. Slippery with want, I easily slide inside of her. Those thighs squeeze together around me, then release.
I curse a knock on the door.
“Occupied,” Dina calls out.
With a flick of her wrist I’m turned off.
“It’s me.” I know this voice. It is the voice of she who procured me.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Dina responds.
I rest silently and nervously in her hot body.
“Just open the door.”
Dina snorts indelicately. Her leg comes down from the counter, but I remain in place. The door opens. The door closes. The lock is again engaged.
“What are you doing in here?” There is concern in the woman’s voice. She needn’t worry. My Dina has me to answer to her needs. I will care for her.
“I’m testing my new vibrator.”
There is a pause.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Does everyone know I’m in here? Are they looking for me? I’m not walking out there with a vibrator in my hand. Go get my purse.”
“Nobody noticed you went to the bathroom. They’re all drunk. Wanda turned on porn. They’re all laughing like they’ve never seen porn. I came looking for you because we’re ordering pizza and I wanted to know what you wanted. Are you really testing your new vibrator?”
“I really am.”
“And?”
She wriggles around me. “Nice.”
“Show me.”
Dina laughs with spirit. This request makes her nervous, but it also heats up her core. This woman is bold and she likes it. Her foot returns to the counter. Her skirt is edged up to her waist. I feel lighter as my base is revealed.
“Going with the natural look?”
I resent this judgment. I like her hairy pussy. The way the hair rubs against me is an explosion of sensation.
The skirt covers me. “Fuck off.”
“I’m teasing you. Do you remember when we were in college?”
“I remember.”
“Do you remember when we were single and bored and kind of drunk, what we would do?”
“I remember.”
“Want to do that?”
Dina doesn’t answer. The skirt rises up. I’m reactivated. Dina sighs.
At first I’m twisted in slow circles. Then I slide in and out. Gentle and slow. The sudden feel of a sweet-tipped tongue tapping against me as it slides around Dina’s clit revs my vibration.
Between me and the tongue, we generate an orgasm that begins as a flicker deep within Dina’s core. There is a tremble inside of her that matches the low intensity of my vibration. Gradually, a wave increases in strength as it reaches for the shore. Her body shudders and her muscles clench around me as an orgasm shakes us to the core.
I’m turned off and taken from her too soon. I could rest forever insider her luscious hot body. The woman sets me on the counter.
“Do you want to hook up tonight?” the woman asks my Dina.
A thousand times yes, I silently urge Dina. Let me prove I’m a worthy gift.
“Yes.”
Oh sweet Dina! Yes, oh yes!
What happens next is a mystery. I’m slid inside the woman’s trousers. The door is opened. The next thing I know I’m being placed in a dark room where all I can do is wait and wonder what will happen next.
The answer to all of my questions comes after just enough of a wait for the anticipation to make the revelation pleasure itself.
A lamp gently illuminates the room. My Dina and her friend waste no time removing their clothing.
I can watch from my vantage point on the nightstand, but I’m not invited to participate in what happens next.
The woman—I learn her name is Eva during their exchange—is long and lean. My Dina is petite and beautifully busty.
They come together on the bed. Nipples are plucked and pulled. Lips are pressed together as tongues wrestle in eager mouths.
What I earlier assumed was a criticism of Dina’s lush pelt of a pussy was in fact a compliment. As Eva rubs her bare mound against Dina’s silky hair, she purrs and moans. Clearly I’m not the only one that’s a fan of the sensation. They tumble together as their legs scissor through the sheets.
A hand snakes out of their tumble of limbs to snatch me from my spot on the nightstand. With a sharp shudder I shake into action. The full length of me is thrust into an obscenely slippery pussy that radiates heat. A hairless and trembling pussy. The feel of Eva’s slick, silky skin slathered in wetness wrapped around my silicone shaft rivals the tickle of Dina’s furry cunt.
In Dina’s hand, I penetrate and pleasure Eva. She is alternatively rough then gentle. I’m pulled from her core with a whir of disappointment, quickly exchanged for a rumble of delight.
Naughty, naughty Dina, my precious minx. Just when I think she’s done with me, I’m put to greater use. A condom is slipped over my length. A shimmery kimono of latex ribbed and nubbed for her pleasure. Into her own vagina I go. Deep inside her channel, I rapidly and rhythmically tremble as she nimbly loops her leg over Eva’s to press their distended clits together. Her body moves in tiny twitches, making those little buttons rub.
I feel the orgasm forming in Dina, possibly before she feels it herself, so deep do I rest within her body. When she senses its building power, she stops. I do not understand this woman. I only wish to pleasure her, but still she resists allowing that moment of ecstasy to overwhelm her.
Then I understand. She edges up Eva’s body until her pussy is poised over her mouth. Eva requires no instructions. The tip of her tongue probes Dina’s slit. Circles, flutters, swirls and licks. That rough tongue, when it is flat and firm against her slit, looks like it’s licking ice cream. Again an orgasm builds. At last my Dina just lets it overcome her. From her toes to her nose, but mostly in her belly, Dina clenches then releases in pure delight.
She falls to her back on the bed. I slip out as her taxed muscles unclench.
Eva leans over her. They kiss. Dina is nudged into movement. Eva’s limbs are heavy, yet they respond to Eva’s want.
Her hand grips me. The sharp juddering becomes a gentle trembling as my intensity is adjusted. Dina removes the condom and I am sheathed with a new one. We tumble together over Eva, pressing her back into the bed. My tip gently explores the folds of her pussy. The way they touch changes. They’re gentler and less frantic. The strokes of their palms are longer and softer. The kisses are deeper. I observe from below as they make love.
Dina encourages Eva to roll onto her stomach and she does. Her round bottom rises over her firm thighs. I understand why Dina enjoys running her hand over those lovely mounds. Slight nudges from Dina’s free hand and Eva’s knees open akimbo. I’m left to the side as Dina slides into that open space. Her hands squeeze, roll and separate Eva’s asscheeks.
She picks me up. Her fingers hold me tight as with the gentlest of probing of my tip, together we find the pucker of Eva’s anus. I’m slippery already, but the application of a dab of lubricant makes me all the more slick. I edge into that tight space one gentle nudge at a time until I’m moved no more.
Dina is skilled with her fingers. It is a beautiful torment for Eva to be brought slowly to her own release. Like a Ferris wheel slowly making its ascent to the top, her orgasm rises and rises. She sighs more than screams. It’s different from Dina’s belly-rattling internal shock, but no less enjoyable.
Gentle fingers remove me from Eva’s body. I’m turned off. For a second time I’m washed under a stream of warm water. My first time will hopefully not be my best time.
But if it is, if this is to be my life, my life as a vibrator, then a happy one it will be.