Shit, I can’t believe I did this. There are so few people I can confess this to, but you, Dear Readers were my first thought. I broke it, dammit. Right at a crucial moment no less. Fuck. This is a blemish on my perfect lazy Sunday morning. Fuck.
The Hunter was up and out early this morning because is weekend he is doing a special wilderness survival course. I get him out the door and settle down with coffee, the paper, my dog and cat. Delicious. After my first coffee, I decide to pop upstairs for a nice interlude with my vibrator. Music is on, my bed smells of sex, I feel great, so out comes the Doxy. Ahhhh. Very nice, but it has been having a hiccup lately. OK, not a big deal. I am THERE, peaking, oh yeah, baby..and it cuts out right at the BEGINNING of my orgasm. WTF?! Are you kidding me?
I roll over, put my glasses on and see the problem. I have bent the head to much. For my next not-so-smart move, I snap off the head as I try to salvage it. I killed it. It’s over. Fuck. I pull out my backup, a sturdy, battery-operated one. It’s not the same, very different sensation. Plus as I begin I realize it needs fresh batteries. I stop, change batteries. OK, I am back to business. Shit, it’s just not the same. I start to orgasm, but my clit is over-stimulated and it actually becomes an uncomfortable sensation. I surrender and stop. I roll onto my back hysterically laughing. It’s not going to happen. Fuck. Back to coffee and the paper.