Laughing All The Way

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Stay with me now

Last night I broke my clit.

No really, it wasn’t working.

Well, technically it was working in the beginning, but by the end, I would say in my professional opinion, my clit was broken.

Bruce and I were talking on the phone (stop it you perverts) and we had a conversation that has been in the making for a few weeks. I voiced some very real, very worrying concerns and he answered them. I don’t know if I am satisfied but I can’t think about the what ifs for the time being. I have friends coming in from parts unknown (Houston) and I have a monster project at work that is going to necessitate some weekend work. I have my doubts, but I am nothing if not excellent at ignoring my doubts. I am very good at that (SimplyOops).

So, last night after the conversation, Bruce and I stopped speaking and I was suppose to be going to sleep. Instead I grabbed my vibe and went to work. I really did work. Work. Work. Work. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to work, my libido was in a down-shift, it happens. I could feel the planets re-aligning my sex drive was quietly coming out of hibernation.

The first gear and second gear were easy as always, third took some doing, but like I said, I worked worked worked, and for all my hard efforts I was rewarded with a nice clitoral orgasm. But orgasms should be something more than “nice”.

But then fourth, we stalled out at fourth. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not get the G-spot. I mean, I twisted and rubbed and turned and thrust. Nothing. I have never had to work so hard with anything ever to get a orgasm. After a while I realized that I was chasing a ghost and turned my attention back to my clit.

After all, after fourth gear is fifth, and my third orgasm is usually the one that knocks me out to sleep. I knew that I had skipped the second one but didn’t figure there would be any harm.

Until I realized that with all the effort the get to my g-spot I had effectively vibed the hell out of my clit. The whole time I was focused on the g-spot the clit had been vvvvvvvv’ed and then rubbbbbbbed and then vvvvvvvvv’ed again and then…well you get the picture. I had gone too far and my poor clit bore the brunt of it. Poor clit.

So I broke my clit. I hope it gets fixed soon. I think I am going to need it again real soon.