This is my story. Many years ago I bought my first aneros. I practiced and practiced, patiently waiting. Over the weeks, small flutters became cascades of back-arching orgasms that began nearly before I could get the aneros completely inserted. I was rewired. I was on fire.
Life happened and I put my collection away. Recently I stumbled upon this group and I began to wonder why I ever gave it up. I wondered if my body had forgotten how to respond. It hadn’t.
Today I reinserted my helix. Time stood still as wave after wave of endless pleasure washed over me again and again. I had to force myself to stop. I had forgotten how utterly pleasurable the sessions could be.
During my orgasms, I am creative. I am pensive. I am alive. Today I thought to myself, who needs to take drugs when immeasurable pleasure can come from a perfectly crafted piece of plastic.
I’m hooked once again. No turning back this time.