Solo/jonibfly
                             smut group, Hayward, Calif
                    How to Have an Orgasm, without Anyone Knowing
                    One of the first discoveries I made after moving to New York City
                was a unique little boutique on the East Side catering to the erotic
               needs of women. A Garden of Sexual delights, the shop was filled with
                 literature on female sensuality, erotic art work, an unbelievable
               array of vibrators and sex toy "goodies" selected with the pleasure of
               the female body in mind. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, not
                the self-consciousness felt at venturing into some porno bookstores.
                 Here there was a calm acknowledgement that women do indeed want to
                 explore their sexual drives and urging with all the accoutrements
                                    usually reserved for males.
                    A showcase held several items with which I was happily familiar:
                 phallic-shaped vibrators in different sizes, vibrating "eggs" and
                 gold-plated ben-wa balls ornately offered on velvet cushions. What
                  riveted my attention was a device I'd never seen before: a soft
               plastic cup slightly smaller than my palm, with a soft nub lined with
                 shallow grooves on the concave side. A pair of elastic straps were
                attached to the edges, and an insulated wire led to a black plastic
                  battery case, a little larger than a cigarette lighter. With the
                  casualness of a salesgirl at Sacks Fifth Avenue, the young woman
                        behind the counter showed me the intriguing device.
                      "It's called Joni's Butterfly, " she said, explaining how the
                 straps went around a woman's hips and held the vibrating nub snug
               against the outer folds of the vagina. It didn't penetrate at all; it
               wasn't designed to. "That's why the woman who invented it called it a
                 Butterfly. The sensation is like a butterfly lightly brushing its
                 wings against you. The straps hold it in place, leaving your hands
                totally free. " She went on to describe how the device could be worn
                               undetected beneath ordinary clothing.
                      My mind was racing with the possibilities. A gentle, feminine
                  vibrator that could continually arouse me even when I was out in
                  public, and so discreetly designed that no one could tell I was
                  wearing it. The stirring of lust between my legs flashed a quick
                                    message to my brain--Gimme!
                     When I got home with my erotic purchase I stripped myself naked
                before unwrapping the device. The flat elastic straps went round my
                 waist just over the hip bones, suspending the cup between my legs.
                  After a few adjustments to tighten and position the harness, the
               grooved nub pressed delicately against the outer folds of my labia. It
                  fit the contours of my body perfectly, making me grateful to the
               innovative woman who'd concocted such a delightful device. Inspecting
                 myself in the full-length mirror, I was amazed to see how well it
                adhered to my shape. It might have been custom-designed just to fit
                                      me, to be a part of me.
                     The big moment came when I took the slender control case in my
                hand and, tensing a little in anticipation, switched it on. The hum
                was almost inaudible, and the sensation wickedly sensual. The soft,
               grooved nub warmed to my body and began delicate, feather-like caress
                 of my sex; massaging, urging, playing with my most intimate spot.
                     Holding my breath and moaning slightly as the marvelous feeling
               drove against me, I felt pleasure stirring deeply within me. This was
                 different from anything I'd experienced before. Unlike the phallic
                 vibrator which you had to hold against yourself, or push into the
               furrow of your sex and then "take it," this gentle little machine gave
                the sensation of an unhurried, loving caress. It was a lover's warm
                  hand that cupped me between the legs. Instead of entering me, it
                simply massaged and played with the outer fringes, making me hot and
                      wet by gentle touches, never forcing, never in a hurry.
                    Contracting my vaginal muscles in response, I felt sweet wetness
               begin to lubricate my furrow. As I contracted and relaxed the muscles
               of my vaginal walls and felt the slickness of my juices flow, I thrust
                my pelvis back and forth, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate cir-
                 cles. The little device nestled tight against my sex all the way,
                              staying with me, never skipping a pulse
                      In the mirror I watched the device follow every move. When I
                 reached down, I felt how hot I'd become. Glistening wetness made a
                damp nest for the little nub, bathing it in my erotic odor. I could
               adjust and realign the straps to hold the nub against the lower folds
                  of my labia, or higher up to vibrate directly over my clitoris.
                     I could position it over my clit when using the device at home,
               when I could be free to moisten it with my wetness, but under clothes
               I figured such a constant nudging there might make me sore. I finally
               decided to strap the vibrating nub directly over the center of my sex,
                  with my clitoris just above the nub. It wouldn't get the direct
               vibrations when I stood, but by sitting down and shifting my legs just
                 so, I could shift the position slightly enough to knock against my
                                 sensuous trigger. It was perfect.
                     With the constant, light pulsation, my head lolled back and my
               breaths grew deeper. Fingertips grazed my belly in a sensuous caress.
               In the mirror, I could see my nipples standing out hard and erect, the
               areolae reddened and needing my touch. I stumbled across the room and
                collapsed on the bed. One hand rubbed my breasts while the other ran
               over my thighs, my hips and belly. The Butterfly nudged me insistently
                                       toward erotic delight.
                      My sex was aching for release, moist with the slickness of my
               juices, my scent reaching my nostrils and turning me on more. I gasped
               and writhed on the bed, hands roaming urgently over my body while the
               vibrating nub worked its magic. Rolling onto my side, I caressed hips
                  and buttocks, down the crease between the cheeks, fingering and
                               rubbing the skin between anus and sex.
                      Once more supine, I spread my legs and ran my palms along the
                quivering inside of my thighs, then up over the device, caressing my
               belly, my navel, up my chest to my breasts, happy that I could fondle
                my body so freely and still, with every move I made. feel the heady
                             stimulation against my most private part.

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                     I wanted to come without touching myself between the legs, with
               just the vibrating nub grinding gently against me there pushing me to
                climax. Hands rubbing my breasts, fingertips patting and feathering
                the reddened nipples, the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully
               and uncontrollably. I reached down and clutched the device tightly to
                my sex, smothering it in my ecstasy. Closing my legs around my hand
                tightly and rolling over on my side, I shivered in blissful fulfill-
                             ment as the climax shook through my body.
                    I let out a long. exhausted breath and stayed balled up like that
               for several minutes, delirious dreamy with contentment. My orgasm had
                been so natural--so peaceful--and I hadn't put my fingers inside or
               played with my clitoris as I usually do. That marvelous little nub had
                rocked me to pleasure, and my hands had been free to arouse, caress
                    and excite the other parts of my body that I loved so much.
                     The real test would come with clothes on, in public. Could the
                 marvelous little device actually be concealed under my clothes ? I
                  hoped so as I slipped my undies and pantyhose up over it. in the
               mirror it looked like I had a slightly more prominent mound, but with
                tight jeans on? Perfection! No one would see a thing. There wouldn't
                be the slightest suspicion that under my skin-hugging denims my body
                   was availing itself of the most exquisite erotic stimulation.
                      I slipped the slender battery case into the waistband at the
               side. It made a small bulge, but with a jacket on nobody would be able
                                       to tell it was there.
                    With my "little friend" settled snug inside my panties. I knew a
               whole new realm of delight was opening up for me. Many times I've been
               turned on by everyday occurrences: eyeing attractive men; in a theater
               watching some provocative love affair on the screen, or daydreaming of
                a sensuous lover holding and caressing me. Tomes when I'd wanted to
                touch myself but been unable to do so because others were around me.
               Now I had something between my legs that would never let go and would
                come alive with stimulating vibrations anytime I wanted. I was abso-
                          lutely thrilled by this liberating realization.
                     The first test came in a crosstown taxicab. Perched in the back
                 seat, I reached inside my jacket to the waistband of my jeans and
               switched on the batteries. I'd always worn my jeans fairly tight. with
                   the crotch seam sometimes mildly arousing me when I had lusty
                thoughts. Now, with their snugness pressing the soft cup against my
                sex, the sensation was incredible. The pulsations flowed between my
               legs, urging me gently to lubricate, warming my pleasure, but humming
                            so silently I couldn't even hear the motor.
                    In a few moments my legs were slightly apart and my mouth opened
                  as I breathed quickly in little gasps at the pleasure on my most
               vulnerable spot. It was heavenly! The vibrator pulsed and I tensed my
                  vaginal muscles as the cab crept slowly along through the jammed
                 midtown traffic. Pedestrians swarmed past me, unaware that a young
                 lady in their midst was unabashedly pleasuring herself in tho most
                         intimate manner. I fell wickedly, totally sensual.
                     Crossing my arms, I slipped my right hand inside my jacket and
                cupped my left breast. The nipple was hard and standing out under my
                sweater. With thumb and forefinger I teased it gently, twirling its
                firmness, squirming on the seat as the nub gently churned against my
                sex. Dampness coated the grooves and I clenched my teeth, breathing
                 through parted lips, inhaling more deeply and quickly, my breasts
                                  rising and falling to the tempo.
                    My legs pressed tightly together while under my jacket I caressed
                 my breast. My breathing got quicker, unsteady, deepening as orgasm
               came closer and closer. Then I shifted on the seat and felt the deli-
               cious stab of pleasure that could only come from my clitoris, aroused
                     and straining, pressed against the tightness of my crotch.
                     The device shifted slightly when I crossed my legs, and pressed
               even tighter against me. Dropping all barriers to pleasure, I reveled
               in sweet orgasm, creaming in ecstatic delight. Every pothole and bump
                the cab jerked over just added to my moment of pleasure, jostling me
                  on the seat, bouncing me merrily as I swayed with the momentum,
                             breathless in my secret world of pleasure.
                    By the time the cab reached my destination I was limp, my eyelids
                  heavy in delight, my mouth open slightly as I inhaled slowly and
               calmly. I'd switched the vibrating nub off after the initial throes of
                my orgasm had subsided, and had sat like a zombie in the back of the
               taxi for the last few blocks, amazed and absolutely enthralled by the
                     experience, numb with the pleasure of erotic fulfillment.
                     Since that first day, my little friend and l have treated our-
               selves to scintillating pleasures in the most unlikely places: eleva-
                 tors, behind my desk at work, in theaters, at the hairdresser's--
                dozens of places. I've learned how to control my facial expressions
               and squirming, not letting myself go completely unless I'm sure nobody
                 is watching. Just by activating the device and thinking hot, sexy
                thoughts, I can go right to the edge of orgasm, experiencing it if I
                  wish, or just deliriously enjoying that happy, turned-on state.
                       Finally I have found a way to translate my inner lust into
                  something discreetly physical while in public. I can experience
               beautiful sensual pleasure whenever I desire, loving it, firing all my
                 erotic energies and never being frustrated when those urges stir.
                     Now, instead of confining sensuality to the privacy of my bed,
                 I'm free to indulge myself anywhere. Even when I'm not wearing my
               hidden erotic toy I'm still in a much more sensual, provocative state
               of mind. I feel free, and the whole world is much more stimulating to
               me now. My new feeling of sensual pleasure and erotic freedom carries
                             my sensuality into every part of my life.
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                       COPYRIGHTED 1993 THE SMUT GROUP of Hayward California
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