They say your thirties are your sexual prime if you’re a woman. Well, I never really understood this until I had my first orgasm at thirty — two.

I’ve never had problems attracting men (happens every morning on my two — block hike past the scaffolds of whistling construction workers in New York), but usually it takes a while before I relax with someone, and I’m relatively inexperienced. I didn’t mess around with a single guy in high school and didn’t lose my virginity until I was nineteen.

When I finally had sex, my nineteen — year — old brain was functioning in an amorous pink haze, telling me I’d be with this guy forever. Nope. And eventually I discovered there was a lot more to sex than missionary position and getting lost in your lover’s eyes. There was a whole universe of carnal desires and activities out there, one that had me raising an eyebrow toward things inserted into various places.

Now, two years into my thirties, my sex — toy box is starting to fill up, thanks to Matt, my boyfriend of seven months, a handsome investment banker. His last girlfriend was non — adventurous, insecure, and insisted on having the lights off during sex. But I guess she was beautiful and otherwise fun and they were together a while, despite the vanilla sex and lights — off rule.

Anyway, I’m his girlfriend now. Perhaps it’s his crunching numbers all day, but oftentimes when Matt comes home the first thing on the menu has nothing to do with food. During our first few dates, he told me he was a sexual person, but only in the past few weeks have I really begun to see what he was talking about.

One recent weekend we were driving outside the city and passed a sex shop, complete with a flashing purple neon sign. We looked at each other, kind of laughing, and next thing we knew we were walking into the place, feeling self — conscious but curious to see what it had to offer. The store was full of neon — colored merchandise on the walls, including gigantic dildos. Walking away from the schlong section, we went down a nearby aisle and Matt grabbed a toy I’d never seen before.

Back home that night, after dinner and a couple of drinks, we were naked on the floor of Matt’s apartment with two glass balls between us. Ben Wa balls they were called. The package said they heightened orgasm and strengthened the vaginal muscles. Matt was excited to try them out, and I was game, too, so I lay back, spread my legs, and felt Matt slip one of them into my wet pussy. Contracting my muscles, I squeezed the ball and felt it come to rest inside me.

“As I started rocking back and forth, I felt something building deep inside me.”

Matt reached between my legs again and I felt his finger slide into my ass. He’d never done that before. By now my pussy was getting really wet and I was waiting for the second ball. Using his other hand, Matt then eased it inside me and I felt a wave of pleasure. After a moment he asked me to stand up. That’s when I really felt something.

“Oh babe,” I moaned, “this is… this is just — wow.” The weight of the balls inside me was hot as fuck. One pressed against my clit and the other was deeper in, and each time I tightened my pussy I could feel the balls move around.

I looked over at Matt and he was rock — hard. He stepped behind me, put his hands on my back to gently bend me over, and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. I’d never done anal before, and a moan of pleasure mixed with pain escaped me. The motion of his dick created movement by the balls in my pussy, and once I adjusted to all the new sensations, it felt fantastic.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, his cock sliding deep inside me, hands on my hips, his breathing heavy.

We moved to a chair where I sat on Matt, riding him reverse cowgirl, his dick in my ass, the Ben Wa balls moving around inside me, slippery and hot. With Matt’s hands pulling my nipples, I felt a wave of heat come over me. As I started rocking back and forth, I felt something building deep inside me. A wave of tingles… dizziness… building… intensifying.

My breath shortened, my body tensed up, and I felt myself clawing Matt’s thighs. Suddenly I threw my head back, howled with pleasure, and clenched so hard that one of the glass balls shot out of me.

“Whoa, babe,” Matt said.

“Oh my god, I just had an orgasm.”

After riding that long wave of ecstasy in Matt’s arms, I walked over to the glass ball and picked it up. It was still wet from my juices. I never thought I could orgasm at all, let alone from backdoor action, but now I stood there wondering what other things I’d be discovering in my thirties, a woman’s sexual prime.

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