It’s important to stretch.

Did you know? the hitachi is more than just a throbbing orgasm machine. You can ALSO use it on your muscles after another gruelling bike ride with hottie Sam Yo on a certain popular exercise app. Where you most definitely did not ogle his arm muscles.

I’m lying on my back, in undies, socks, and a sports bra. One ankle thrown over a bent knee, hitachi on low sped against my calf. Pesky leg muscles. They’re tight, large knots that seem to be most of the leg. I knead and massage, work the head of the hitachi deeper until I gasp in pain. Here. I pause. I breathe, lean into the pain. Pain is transformation. I take breaths and let the pain wash over me, breathing it out as I exhale. When I open my eyes, I glance at my foot.

I was told recently it’s a nice foot. I have to take their word for it since I’m not even sure what defines a ‘nice’ foot.
Right now it’s tucked into a neat clean white sock, applied over a freshly moisturized foot. (This has become an important ritual. It’s almost summer!) I’m a size seven, six and a half for slides. My feet are very arched, my heels are almost always calloused though smooth. I have a bad habit of cutting my nails too short, though right now they look cute in a hot Magenta color. It’s a cute foot.

But I realized… It had never once occurred to me to use my hitachi on my foot.

I inched the hitachi closer to my heel, resting there on my also tight ankles. The tendons flexed and ached as I let the vibrator pulse and soothe them. The head of the hitachi, a large white egg, fits snugly into the indent on the inside arch of my foot. I press, gasp at the sensation. It’s like being lightly electrocuted. I change my grip, push the head into the arch, feel the throb deep in my abdomen. I rock back and forth, between the all over shivers and then the aching deep inside me. It’s maddening in the best way. Running the hitachi over my toes is ticklish, but also exhilarating. The heel produces a feeling of warmth in my crotch, the outer edge is a slow crawl up spine. I am twining and gasping, but my mind doesn’t crack until I switch legs. The sensation, I had supposed, would be similar in each foot. I was wrong. Now everything felt the same only intensified twice over. The moment the buzzing wand touched the arch of my foot I was trying not to cry out the impromptu full body shudders of an orgasm. Even now as I’m remembering this, I’m lying on my stomach typing while the big toe of one foot massages the arch of the other. It’s tender and there are ghosts of sensation that tingle along my clit and deep inside me. This is all going to need more research, I resolve.

When I recover, I slide the hitachi to the outside of my underwear and tentatively turn it on. I’m already soaking wet, every nerve primed. It takes only a few quick pulses for my clit to feel both like I’ll die and not die if I don’t have more. More pressure, more throbbing stimulation. I wrap my legs tightly around the hitachi, pining it in place so I can rock my hips relentlessly into it. I’m so inextricably close. I open my legs, wide, the entire head of the hitachi hitting every nerve and fold as I buck wildly into an unending orgasm.

Like I said at the beginning, stretching is important.

They say you should do it every day.