Ruf can see the signs and, ever ready to comply with the unspoken desires of my body language, even though he was physically depleted, he grabbed hold of a long-standing favourite from the toybox – the Ann Summers Ultra 7. It’s been upgraded to the Ultra 10 Vibrator these days I believe, but we manage with just the seven settings. It is designed to look like a penis, complete with moulded head in blue gel
When I first felt him pushing it inside me, he had not activated the vibration but just the action of penetration in combination with the lower setting of the Passion Pointer set my foot firmly on the path with the first climax. Rhythmically thrusting it into me so that he got that same sensation of friction and pressure that he usually manages to achieve with his fingers, I started to lose count as each peak and trough made its way from my nether regions to my brain.
I switched the Passion Pointer from low to high whilst he responded by activating the Ultra 7′s constant vibration and off I went. One after another until I was screaming like a banshee without a thought for the poor neighbours in the flat upstairs.
There was a point where I lifted up from the pillows onto my knees and looked back at him, plaintively shaking my head: ‘I can’t…’
Joanna Cake – Can You Make A Woman Multiple Orgasm?
The Ultra 7 is a survivor.
Whilst Rampant Rabbits fell by the wayside, my Ultra 7 just keeps giving and giving, even though it is, in vibrator terms, rather an lady at getting on for four years old.
I bought her when my first Tulip clit stimulator expired and, whilst that device was always promoted as a G spot stimulator, it invariably fell short when used internally. The Ultra, however, lived up to all her promise. She really does multi-task, providing me with both clitoral and G Spot orgasms ever since I first took her from the packaging.
Placed on the clit, she is soft and gentle or hard and rumbustious, depending on your mood and it feels like the head of a penis rubbing against you. Once pushed inside, again, the life-like ridged shape of the head makes it phallic – but delicately so, not intimidating like the thick-set shafts of her floppy-eared colleagues.
One of the best realistic vibrators for the discerning woman, just the insertion of that shaped head activates the memory of those lower muscles and starts everything building. When angled to hit the G Spot, she comes into her own and, with the vibrations rippling up and down the shaft, a very good time is to be had by all.
Ruf has fond memories of the Ultra 7 too – especially the time he put on my blindfold, pushed me over the back of a chair and tied my hands to the bottom of its legs, before setting about me vigorously with the Ultra. When his arm got tired, he taped my little blue friend in place and let her carry on whilst he watched from the bed.
The radio was playing to try to protect his neighbours from some of the resulting caterwauling when, suddenly, one of my favourite tunes came on. He says he will never forget my pert, up-turned little bottom and legs jigging about as I ‘danced’ with the blue shaft protruding from between my cheeks. And, no, for the life of me, I cannot recall what song was – although Madonna’s ‘Vogue’ does come into my head every time I remember the occasion.
However, like all old warhorses, the Ultra 7 will eventually have to give up this mortal coil and go to that great vibrator heaven down at the local tip. Recognising recently that this probability was about to become imminent, I perused the online pages at Ann Summers for a replacement.
To my delight, the Ultra 7 has been upgraded to the Ultra 10. Seven scarlet inches of (not sure if it’s jelly or plastic) shaft, topped by the same realistically contoured phallic head, so reminiscent of my lovely Ruf – but now with five speeds of vibration and five pulse settings.
And, this time, it’s waterproof too.
Lying back in a deliciously warm bubble bath on a cold, snowy evening, it was like sliding in an old friend and with a sigh of contentment, I took it through all ten programmes to the inevitable denouement.
But is it better than the Ultra 7, I hear you cry?
Which is when I start feeling furtive – like a middle-aged man trading in his wife of 25 years for a younger, more vibrant, model.
*Lowers voice and whispers behind hand*
It’s got three additional vibrating pulses which didn’t exist four years ago. What do you think?
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