'I let my date control my sex toy while we were in public'

  • Oops!
    Something went wrong.
    Please try again later.
·4-min read
In this article:
  • Oops!
    Something went wrong.
    Please try again later.

Let Ebony Leigh lure you in with her risqué reviews and erotic encounters as she test drives sex toys and spills all the details.

Some of the links in this article may return revenue to Yahoo Lifestyle Australia. For more great shopping content, check out our online shopping page.

With one hand I clutched at the edge of the table while burying my face into the other palm.

Perching on top of the wooden bar stool, the vibrations rocked the pine beneath me.

We’d been seated by the floor-to-ceiling window looking out onto the street. And as the device worked its magic, I worked hard to contain my composure inside the busy restaurant. To keep my body still. To stop any sound from escaping my lips.

Because as we nursed our cocktails, my date turned up the speed on the Lovehoney We-Vibe Love Egg Vibrator rumbling inside me.

Nobody around me knew about my little secret. Source: Getty
Nobody around me knew about my little secret. Source: Getty

Ever since a visit to a sex shop two years ago, I’d been hungry to try an app-controlled sex toy.

Not just because they offer some hands-free play, but because I’d be able to completely surrender to someone else’s whim. No matter where in the world they were.

But this time he was right next to me in a very public place.

It was date night and I’d turned up with a surprise in my overnight bag.

Tearing open the packaging, I’d slipped the hot pink stimulating accessory into its satin drawstring bag and into my purse, while he downloaded the free We-Vibe app onto both of our phones.

We’d made it through dinner, and a whole bottle of red, before he ordered me to the bathroom to slide my new toy in, pairing both of our devices before I left.

RELATED:

Once in the stall, and already quite tipsy, I fumbled over step one.

In our haste to make our reservation, I’d misplaced the sample size lube my We-Vibe came with. An important element in inserting the almost four-inch vibrator.

But I was determined.

Standing up straight, I walked back through the bar with my head held high, and pelvic floor activated, never feeling sexier than in that moment.

But sitting down to the secret smirk of my date, we ran into our first problem.

I let my date control the We-Vibe Love Egg Vibrator. Source: Lovehoney
I let my date control the We-Vibe Love Egg Vibrator. Source: Lovehoney

It seemed that because I’d taken so long in the loo, my new sex toy had gone to sleep.

“Hold on,” I said, shifting myself to face him with my back to the crowded tables.

Slipping a hand south, I felt along the arm of the egg until, bingo, I found the ‘on’ switch.

Suddenly we were live as the app simultaneously connected.

And with one swipe of approval, I gave up all control, letting my date take the reins.

In what can only be described as the most unusual sensation, peculiar vibrations rushed through me.

Moving between the appliance’s many, many functions, we experimented with intensity and speed as I silently writhed in my own seat. Trying desperately to keep a straight face.

From a single vibe to 10 different vibration patterns and a unique touch mode that mimicked my date’s finger, the love egg’s functions were seemingly endless.

As my breathing accelerated, we found my favourite – the ‘cha-cha-cha' – one of the toy’s most powerful frequencies.

While I struggled to remain upright, I knew it wouldn’t be enough to send me over the edge.

I need clitoral stimulation to climax. Yet that didn’t mean this was any less fun.

“I’ll get the cheque,” I stuttered to my date, eager to move things to the bedroom.

Standing up slowly, I made my way across the bar, feigning interest in a painting while the bartender rang up the bill.

Suddenly, the vibe changed deep inside me. There was no longer any steady pattern. No regular ‘cha-cha-cha’. The predictability was gone.

Instead, the egg was alternating as part of what I later learned was a playlist. A mix-tape if you will of chosen vibrations all six seconds long.

With this loss of consistency, I barely made it out of the bar before I fell into the back seat of the Uber.

In the dark, I tried in vain to keep myself together while my date smiled at me.

Once inside his apartment, I collapsed onto the couch.

Then, and only then, did he bend down and retrieve the egg, before carrying me off to his bedroom.

Never miss a thing. Sign up to Yahoo Lifestyle’s daily newsletter.

Or if you have a story idea, email us at lifestyle.tips@yahooinc.com.

Our goal is to create a safe and engaging place for users to connect over interests and passions. In order to improve our community experience, we are temporarily suspending article commenting