Wearing a dildo all day

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It was a Thursday night and we were watching the cinematic classic Auntie Mame. He lays one hand on Mame. My chest pounding — surely 12 is too young for a heart attack — I fled to the bathroom. It was there that I came to the stunning realization that it was not, in fact, my heart pulsating at the speed of a viral meme, but my vagina throbbing like the bass line of a Metallica song. Awoken to the beat of my ever-palpitating vaginal glands, it became the soundtrack to my daily routine. I led the one-woman expedition into the great unknown that was my lady parts after school on a Wednesday.

Wearing a dildo all day

In fact, it looked rather silly: Two fat lips made of crinkly skin, hidden under mounds of curly locks that deserved a top hat and a matching mustache. The two lips opened like flaps of a tuxedo jacket to expose two holes. I curiously slid one finger into the first.

I slid two fingers in, then three.

Wearing a dildo all day

The amount that this little rift of wonder could expand was shocking! Soon enough, I was trying to fit random object in my room up my hoo-ha. An expo marker? What about the back of a mechanical pencil Sharpener? I moved the objects around, conquering new, unsettled territory.

I discovered an odd tingling sensation as I marched my troops back and forth. Suddenly, the rhythm picked up. It felt weird, but comforting — kind of like I had to pee. I took the composition one more time from the top, with feeling.

Wearing a dildo all day

It called to me, beckoning from the bathroom, begging me to play. I slowly lowered the electric toothbrush to my nether regions, then counted to three before turning it on. The sensation was so intense that I squealed and quickly shut it off.

I had to ease into it, allowing myself time to react to the hoopla.

Wearing a dildo all day

At first, I was scared to make noise, but before I knew it, I was crying unapologetically. My entire body was humming, then all of my muscles tensed up. I clenched my jaw, paralyzed.

Wearing a dildo all day

And then, at once, it all slowly melted away, like ice on concrete in the month of March. Finally, after weeks of deafening noise, there was silence. I had accidentally masturbated, without even knowing what masturbation meant. From that day forward, my Oral-B Pro became my trusted ally and adolescent sidekick. It traveled everywhere with me, safely tucked away in the confines of my toiletries kit. It was my second in command — the Louis to my Clark — as I explored the free range of my private parts. It never asked questions or passed judgment. It sat by my side through many feature films on Pornhub.

It congratulated me on the disposal of my virginity and the rupture of my hymen. And whenever I was overcome by the noise, it would encourage me to embrace my pleasure and chase the quiet. Last Sunday, I was clearing out my childhood bedroom with my mother, going through cardboard boxes of birthday cards and animal rubber bands. I walked into the bathroom and came across my old friend sitting on the counter. It had seen better days, now discolored and slightly moldy. We exchanged pleasantries. You can often find her performing songs about those who wronged her in Middle School.

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Wearing a dildo all day

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