Hairdresser’s Sex-Toy Recommendation Really Hits the Spot

“Why are you in such a good mood?” I asked my hairdresser, Tammy, as I settled into my seat for my monthly highlights.

I’ve been visiting Tammy for ten years and trust her not only to make my hair look fabulous, but to give me advice about my life, too. Over the years, she’s told me which boyfriends to dump and which to pursue, what to put on my résumé, and she’s even taken me shopping for a new look.

“Well…,” she said dramatically, lowering her booming voice. Tammy has bright-orange hair that’s usually streaked with highlights—this time bright red—and has a similarly colorful personality and voice. Everyone stares at her when we go out, and there’s no doubt they can hear her end of conversations. “Jack bought me a vibrator and made me use it while he watched,” she said in an uncharacteristic whisper. “It’s a rabbit vibe—you know, the kind with dual action. Let me tell you, everything you’ve ever heard about it is true—and then some.” Now, Tammy is prone to exaggeration, but even she couldn’t fake the glow emanating from her.

“He watched me come four times, then held it against me and brought me to orgasm, and then we fucked. It was the best sex of my life!” she said, her voice getting loud enough to provoke a stare from the woman in the chair next to me.

I consider myself pretty adventurous and have let Tammy talk me into everything from shaving my head to bungee jumping, but have never felt the need to use sex toys before. My hand gets the job done just fine, fast and simple; I can come in less than five minutes. But Tammy’s been right about so many things before, and when I left the salon, her words echoed in my head. “Beck, you have to promise me you’ll at least try a vibrator. It could be the rabbit or another one. There are so many options, but no matter which you choose, it’s gonna blow your mind. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

I had the rest of the afternoon off, and without even meaning to, I found myself driving past a sex-toy store I’d always been curious about. Well, I can see what they’ve got to offer, I thought, my body tingling as I opened the door. There were a few guys shopping in the store, and one couple whispering and giggling as they checked out some handcuffs and blindfolds. I was a little jealous that the girl had a guy to share her toy-buying adventure with, but I soon forgot about them as my eyes fixated on a lilac toy just like the one Tammy had described to me.

I picked up the package, turning it around as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the toy buzzing away inside my pussy while the little rabbit ears attacked my clit. The shaft featured several curved ridges to provide extra sensation. I was able to turn it on and see how fast the parts moved inside the packaging, giving me the sense that my new friend could go at speeds my fingers, even at their most nimble, could never achieve. Even though I’d never tried anything like this toy, I was already half sold on the idea, and judging from the pounding in my cunt, I needed to get home and test out the vibe ASAP. I scurried to the register, grabbed some extra packages of batteries, and tossed everything onto the counter, intent on getting in and out as quickly as possible. “Good choice,” said the guy at the register, probably a college student. I blushed, knowing that he was probably picturing me using the toy, splayed out on my back while it rotated against my most private parts. I was turned on by the idea of him knowing exactly what I was about to do.

I went home, dimmed the lights, and opened the package. The cashier had kindly given me a sample packet of lube. I got naked and sank back against my sheets, grateful I’d recently splurged on luxurious linens in my favorite color—purple. The sheets and the toy complemented each other, making me smile that all my bedroom accessories matched. As soon as I was settled, I rubbed the head of the toy against my pussy, getting used to the feel of it. I pushed the vibe against my sex, and while it probably would’ve gone in on its own, I added a dollop of lube for good measure. Then I turned on the toy, starting with the lowest setting and leaving the rabbit ears off for the moment. As I pressed the vibe against me, my pussy lips parted of their own accord. All I had to do was lie there and gently push while the rotating pearls bumped against my tight walls. My clit was hard and throbbing, clearly ready for some attention. I turned the knob to let the rabbit’s ears go and, boy, did they start buzzing! The noise wasn’t all that loud, but the friction they created as they brushed repeatedly against my clit was tremendous.

I spread my legs wider, resting one hand on my stomach as I pressed the toy harder against my body, feeling the rounded head push against my center while the rabbit ground against my clit. The vibrator wasn’t heavy, but it really packed a punch, and my knees fell farther apart. I lay back and let the toy do all the work, while my mind wandered, envisioning the clerk and the couple there in my room watching me hump the toy. The idea of someone looking on as I let go, surrendering to the toy’s power by turning up both knobs to their maximum strength, made me feel naughty—and excited.

I was totally slick, my pussy clamping down against the churning vibe as it worked its sexy magic on me. I’d always been able to get off in a flash, but it had taken some degree of work. With my new plaything, my hand was free to roam, so I sucked on my fingers, then pinched and pulled each nipple into a hard peak. I teased myself by removing the vibrator and holding it just near enough that I could barely feel its movements before slamming it back in. As soon as the toy made contact with my clit, I was a goner, coming in a way I never had before.

My orgasm was so much more powerful with the toy, and my body shuddered continuously. I once again pushed the vibe inside, lowering the setting and letting it continue to stroke my very sensitive sex. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but figured I owed it to myself to find out. I usually stopped at one climax, figuring it’d be too much work to reach another, but the vibrator changed all that. With the varying speeds, I could relax a little, letting the intensity build up as my mind raced from one fantasy to another.

On the second go-around, I felt like putty, so my climax wasn’t quite as explosive, but it was better in a sense because I wasn’t racing to the finish point and could really savor each second. I was also tired, so I didn’t try to squeeze the vibe or hurry things along. I held my legs up in the air, watching them shake as the rabbit teased me. This orgasm was more of a gentle waterfall than a firecracker exploding, but for a very long time, it felt like I was going over the edge. When I finally managed to part with my beloved new toy, I was spent. I managed to stagger to the bathroom, wash off the vibe, and then remove the batteries before wrapping it in an old T-shirt and placing it in my bedside drawer. I wanted to make sure it was handy should any sudden bouts of horniness arise.

At my next hair appointment, I was the one glowing, having spent an hour that morning playing with my toy. “What did I tell you? You have to listen to Tammy,” she chided me. And, as always, she was totally right!

—Ms. Becky K., Madison, Wisconsin