I was mortified when my step mother recommended I bring a vibrator college. My mother was equally shocked. Eventually I acquiesced and we strolled through the aisles of Caldor, the predecessor to the KMarts and Targets of today, leaving with a ConAir personal massager with more attachments than necessary. Because the vibrator was my first real foray into masturbation I was unable to achieve the same relaxation manually, nor could my paramours.
During my dry spells of college I experimented with the handy toy satisfying myself more than any horny college kid could. And when I was not able to lay in bed and satiate myself for hours on end, I missed the little machine. One such time was when after graduation I was traveling. Certainly omitted from the list of recommended items for backpacking abroad was one’s reliable vibrator. With the different electrical currents and plugs, Asia and it’s room sharing hostels was not ideal for self satisfaction.
By the time my trip was nearly finished and I was traveling alone, I was horny. I found myself on the eve of my return home roaming a street sale in Hong Kong. Amongst all of the knick knacks and crap one considers using was a thumb size mini massager for sale. I was renting a small cot in a private room at a hostel where the owners spoke only a few words of English. Tonight I could get lucky, or rather relaxed before the flight.
Being that I was alone and had nowhere to go, I decided to engage the shop owner. I asked him what the little device did, and why one would own it. With his limited English, he demonstrated how to massage my arm and my back. I don’t know what he had thought of me, if perhaps he thought some American backpacker really believed he was selling small ineffective personal massagers or if I was looking for a good old fashioned vibrator.
That evening, as I laid in my cot my only concern was if the noise traveled through the walls.