Shortly after our eldest daughter was born, my body no longer felt so sore, and the traces of postpartum bleeding had disappeared. After enduring several weeks of my husband competing for my swollen breasts, I clearly felt the need for some intense physical attention. We had had a few intimate moments before, but they were a bit uncomfortable for me, mainly to allow him some relief. But on this particular night, I was extremely eager, and I wanted it right now. If you understand what I mean.

So, we made love on the floor of the small apartment's living room, with the newborn lying in the crib in the bedroom. I began to feel my groin getting moist and my clothes flying. Soon, he was sucking on my breast, and each suck made my uterus slightly contract, just like the spasm after an intense climax. Then, we lay naked on the carpet, his hands moving over my breasts, his fingers getting closer and closer to my clitoris. At this point, my clitoris was already very sensitive. Finally, he appeared, tenderly caressing my swollen clitoris, thoughtfully waiting for me to reach orgasm before satisfying his own desires.

He kept rubbing, and then I also helped him rub my area, keeping the rhythm just right. After a while, I started rubbing myself too, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, but I felt very close. It took a full half hour before I still felt very close, and another fifteen minutes later, I still felt very close, almost pulling out my own hair. So, what should a young Christian couple do in this situation? Should they start praying for a miracle to happen?

Then I felt it. That feeling was hard to describe. At first, it was almost a very pleasant itching, starting from the upper part of my thighs and gradually spreading to my labia. A strange wave began to spread from my external genitalia outward, and the indescribable pleasant itching now turned into a clear buzzing and vibrating sound. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, nor did I know what he was using, but at that time, I didn't care about anything. All of this happened within about thirty seconds.

All I could think about was this thing - whatever it was - was about to touch my clitoris. I didn't think I would like it. That was probably the last conscious thought I had, because at that moment, the vibration actually reached my clitoris. I experienced the strongest, longest-lasting, most numbing orgasm in my three-year marriage, sweeping over my entire body. I mean in an instant, I mean all over my body. Earth-shattering, rocket launch, fireworks exploding. Bell sounds, whistle sounds, earthquake sounds, everything. (My husband said I really screamed out at that moment, which was rare for me (he likes to scream, but - it's disgusting, who wants to be heard screaming?) And he counted, and I experienced at least six orgasms within five minutes. He was a bit exaggerated, but, the praise is due. )

Finally, he kindly withdrew that thing from my vagina. It felt as if a meat rod twice as long and thick as his usual one had been inserted into my body. He only thrust a few times, then he started jerking wildly. Then I felt the semen spurt into my body. I lost even the slightest bit of control and had another few orgasms. Milk was splattered everywhere. Semen dripped down my thighs. It was truly amazing.

Then we lay there side by side, kissing and caressing, enjoying the fading light, and trying to restore our brain functions. I could still hear the buzzing of the electric current. Was this just my hallucination? A recurring ecstatic memory? Where did he learn this skill from? So he turned on the light and demonstrated it for me. This man, who claimed to be my husband, the creative genius, felt the vibration of our fish tank air pump. The fish tank was right next to the spot where we had been intimate on the living room floor. He thought this might make me feel good, but he had been too shy before to dare to try.

It turned out that the small soft gasket at the bottom of the $5 aquarium pump fit perfectly into the area where my clitoris was located. It was soft and sensitive. I laughed uncontrollably, and then we tried again. The result was excellent. Within less than a minute, we reached a thunderous climax. That night, I fell asleep smiling.

So the next day, we went to Happy Pi and spent some money on a "private massage device". This was definitely the most cost-effective investment for this newlywed couple who had no money at all. Now, twenty years later, he still surprises me with various new models of massage devices. There are probably five or six in our home, but I have never bought one for myself.

I mean, how embarrassing! I still don't like him going to those shoddy stores to buy a massage device. However, it's nice to have something specifically for me to use instead of for pets. Moreover, when there's no time to spend an hour preheating, getting hot, intense, and ready for the climax, having a massage device is simply perfect.

If you are reading this article but haven't tried a vibrator yet, I suggest you give it a try. Maybe you have something at home that is just as good as our little air pump and can serve as a toy for your first attempt.