The Ben Wa's

I got them mail-order, because I am shy, and I wouldn't know where to get them in a store anyway. They were two metal balls, larger and heavier than I imagined, about the size of golf-balls, and slightly off-balance.

They were silver-beautiful and clicked quietly and contently when they were rocked together. And I could put them up my cunt and they wouldn't fall out. Because of their size, in spite of their weight they didn't roll or work out of my vagina, so when I sat down and squirmed a little, they rocked and clicked silently back and forth up in me.

The effect was subtle but intense. When I walked I could feel them inside me, and I quickly knew that inserting them before going to work was a deliciously naughty and sexual boiling under secret that lasted the entire day. They were up inside me and rolling bck and forth, off-center and bubbling together, clicking in my thick fluids, turning me on like fingers up my cunt… or a firm cock.

Not fucking me hard, not banging against me or stimulating my clit. It was more of a rolling and continuous tickle and reminder. I couldn't forget them for long, because when I would stand… or sit… I would get a twinge of fuck-sex up my pussy.

The effect was cumulative. Soon I found myself splashing on the edge of orgasm for minutes at a time, not quite arriving at a climax, but rolling ever so pleasantly on an erection of pleasure, feeling flushed but not exploding. Like that first swallow of the 2nd drink, right before the tequila starts to go to your head and begins to turn. That drifting flight of pre-orgasm that you hope lasts forever, but then he cum, or you cum, or the phone rings, or you get a cramp.

Alone, with the balls, I could control it and slow it down. There was no need to speed it up.
I wouldn't have wanted one of those vibrating butterflys that you wear on your clit. That would have been too intense, gone to quickly to cumming. I couldn't have kept a straight face, kept the smile off my face, the blush out of my cheeks, the stammer or the moans. I would have cum with that worn under my panties, quietly humming away.

With the balls up my pussy, I could slowly roll to a flowing and continuous orgasm all day long.