I Tried the Hitachi Magic Wand and It Ruined Me
It has no right to be this powerful
My mom tried to hide stuff from me and my brother. It didn’t work.
I was bored. I was nosey. If the only thing on TV were reruns, I’d sometimes go rummaging through the house.
I found all the adult stuff my parents tucked out of sight. There were erotic novels. There was the edible chocolate body paint. I once found a penis-shaped squirt gun that was good for a smirk but not much else.
And of course, I discovered all the porn that beamed in through the satellite dish.
But there was one thing I never found: a Hitachi Magic Wand.
I thought it was only a matter of time before I found one hidden in my mother’s bedroom. I figured every woman of my mom’s generation had one tucked away somewhere. So, either my mother was the exception to that rule or I seriously underestimated how adventurous the local moms were.
I was surprised my mother didn’t own a Magic Wand because I wanted to try one since I started humping my pillows.
But even when I started experimenting with sex toys, there was one thing that kept me from buying a Magic Wand: the size.
