Exploring the Uncharted: A Desperate Search for Orgasmic Bliss I was going to do it. I was going to try something I had never tried before, and I was sure it was going to work. It all seemed so simple at first, so easy and so freeing. The idea, given to me by one of my friends, was so intriguing at the time I could not stop myself from thinking about it. It had been a solid three days since the idea lodged itself in my brain and as soon as I heard it, I knew it was something I wanted to try. The thought had sat in the back of my mind, festering and growing until I could not possibly wait another moment. I was going to do it. I was going to tie myself up, upside-down, hanging from the ceiling in my garage with a vibrating egg inserted into my pussy. It was going to be glorious. A girlfriend of mine and of similar build to me seemed so excited at her new found pleasure; I just had to try it. So that is why I found myself standing in a musty smelling, dingy, grimy and overstocked porn store. How could a place be this dirty yet smell like someone spilled an entire bucket of sanitizer all over the place? This building was a rundown gas station converted to serve pornography. It sat off exit 64 on I-92 and was a literal shit-hole. If this was not the only store within 50 miles that sold these kinds of things, I’d have gone somewhere else. As soon as I walked in the powerful concoction of odors and aromas smacked me in the face. Eyebrows upturned, throat clenching and lunch churning in my stomach, I pressed forward; what I wanted outweighed all of what this store could throw at me. As I browsed the isles and assembled my necessary tool-kit, I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and watch where my feet landed on the floor. …the next moment changed everything
