One of the first discoveries I made after moving to New York City was a unique little boutique on the East Side catering to the erotic needs of women. A showcase held several items with which I was happily familiar: phallic-shaped vibrators in different sizes, vibrating eggs and gold-plated ben-wa balls ornately offered on velvet cushions. What riveted my attention was a device I'd never seen before: a soft plastic cup slightly smaller than my palm, with a soft nub lined with shallow grooves on the concave side. A pair of elastic straps were attached to the edges, and an insulated wire led to a black plastic battery case, a little larger than a cigarette lighter. With the casualness of a salesgirl at Sacks Fifth Avenue, the young woman behind the counter showed me the intriguing device.



"It's called Joni's Butterfly, " she said, explaining how the straps went around a woman's hips and held the vibrating nub snug against the outer folds of the vagina. It didn't penetrate at all; it wasn't designed to. "That's why the woman who invented it called it a Butterfly. The sensation is like a butterfly lightly brushing its wings against you. The straps hold it in place, leaving your hands totally free. " She went on to describe how the device could be worn undetected beneath ordinary clothing.



My mind was racing with the possibilities. A gentle, feminine vibrator that could continually arouse me even when I was out in public, and so discreetly designed that no one could tell I was wearing it. I could feel the stirring of lust between my legs, and quickly bought one!



When I got home with my erotic purchase I wasted no time. In my bedroom I quickly stripped myself totally naked before unwrapping the device. The flat elastic straps went round my waist just over the hip bones, suspending the cup between my legs. After a few adjustments to tighten and position the harness, the grooved nub pressed delicately against the outer folds of my labia. It fit the contours of my body perfectly, making me grateful to the innovative woman who'd concocted such a delightful device. Inspecting myself in the full-length mirror, I was amazed to see how well it adhered to my shape. It might have been custom-designed just to fit me, to be a part of me. It also turned me on, seeing my body almost totally naked, with just my labial area covered with the Butterfly, ready to be pleasured!



The big moment came when I took the slender control case in my hand and, tensing a little in anticipation, switched it on. The hum was almost inaudible, and the sensation wickedly sensual. The soft, grooved nub warmed to my body and began a delicate, feather-like caress of my sex; massaging, urging, playing with my most intimate spot.



Holding my breath and moaning slightly as the marvelous feeling drove against me, I felt pleasure stirring deeply within me. This was different from anything I'd experienced before. Unlike the phallic vibrator which you had to hold against yourself, or push into the furrow of your sex and then "take it," this gentle little machine gave the sensation of an unhurried, loving caress. It was like a lover's warm hand that cupped me between the legs. Instead of entering me, it simply massaged and played with the outer fringes, making me hot and wet by gentle touches, never forcing, never in a hurry.



Contracting my vaginal muscles in response, I felt sweet wetness begin to lubricate me. As I contracted and relaxed the muscles of my vaginal walls and felt the slickness of my juices flow, I thrust my pelvis back and forth, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate circles. The little device nestled tight against my sex all the way, staying with me, never skipping a pulse.



In the mirror I watched the device follow every move my body made. When I reached down, I felt how hot I'd become. Glistening wetness made a damp nest for the little nub. I could adjust and realign the straps to hold the nub against the lower folds of my labia, or higher up to vibrate directly over my clitoris.



I could position it over my clit when using the device at home, when I could be free to moisten it with my wetness, but under clothes I figured such a constant nudging there might make me sore. I finally decided to strap the vibrating nub directly over the center of my sex, with my clitoris just above the nub. It wouldn't get the direct vibrations when I stood, but by sitting down and shifting my legs just so, I could shift the position slightly enough to knock against my sensuous trigger. It was perfect.



With the constant, light pulsation, my head lolled back and my breaths grew deeper. My fingertips grazed my belly in a sensuous caress. In the mirror, I could see my nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing my touch. I reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking my hard, aching nipples, sending pulses of pleasure to my hot center. I looked at my image in the mirror. Seeing the image of my nude body in the mirror, hands stroking and fondling my tits, my body and mind responding fully, set me on fire with lust! I stumbled across the room and collapsed on the bed. One hand caressed my breasts, stroking and tweaking my throbbing tits, while the other ran over my thighs, my hips and belly. The Butterfly nudged me insistently toward erotic delight.



My sex was aching for release, moist with the slickness of my juices, my scent reaching my nostrils and turning me on more. I gasped and writhed on the bed, hands roaming urgently over my body while the vibrating nub worked its magic. Rolling onto my side, I caressed hips and buttocks, down the crease between my cheeks, fingering and rubbing the skin between anus and sex, I ran my fingers down, stroking my tightly puckered asshole, running my fingertips around and around the rim, feeling it twitching with desire. I quickly put my finger into my mouth to lubricate it, then slipping the tip of my finger up my ass, I slid the rest of my finger up my tight asshole! I grunted with pleasure, I was reaching the boiling point! I could feel the pressure build, my body was virtually throbbing!



Once more supine, I spread my legs and ran my palms along the quivering inside of my thighs, then up over the device, caressing my belly, my navel, up my chest to my breasts, happy that I could fondle my body so freely and still, with every move I made, feel the heady stimulation against my most private part.



I wanted to come without touching myself between the legs, with just the vibrating nub grinding gently against me there pushing me to climax. My hips began thrusting up and down. With my hands rubbing my breasts, fingertips stroking and feathering the throbbing, reddened nipples, the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully and uncontrollably. I reached down and clutched the device tightly to my sex, smothering it in my ecstasy. Closing my legs around my hand tightly and rolling over on my side, I shivered in blissful fulfillment as the climax shook through my body.



I let out a long. exhausted breath and stayed balled up like that for several minutes, delirious and dreamy with contentment. My orgasm had been so natural--so peaceful--and I hadn't put my fingers inside or played with my clitoris as I usually do. That marvelous little nub had rocked me to pleasure, and my hands had been free to arouse, caress and excite the other parts of my body that I loved so much.



The real test would come with clothes on, in public. Could the marvelous little device actually be concealed under my clothes? I hoped so as I slipped my panties and pantyhose up over it. in the mirror it looked like I had a slightly more prominent mound, but with tight jeans on? Perfection! No one would see a thing. There wouldn't be the slightest suspicion that under my skin-hugging denims my body was availing itself of the most exquisite erotic stimulation.



I slipped the slender battery case into the waistband at the side. It made a small bulge, but with a jacket on nobody would be able to tell it was there.



With my "little friend" settled snug inside my panties, I knew a whole new realm of delight was opening up for me. Many times I've been turned on by everyday occurrences: eying attractive men; in a theater watching some provocative love affair on the screen, or daydreaming of a sensuous lover holding and caressing me. Times when I'd wanted to touch myself but been unable to do so because others were around me. Now I had something between my legs that would never let go and would come alive with stimulating vibrations anytime I wanted. I was absolutely thrilled by this liberating realization.



The first test came in a crosstown taxicab. Perched in the back seat, I reached inside my jacket to the waistband of my jeans and switched on the batteries. I'd always worn my jeans fairly tight, with the crotch seam pressed tightly against me, sometimes mildly arousing me when I had lusty thoughts. Now, with their snugness pressing the soft cup against my sex, the sensation was incredible. The pulsations flowed between my legs, urging me gently to lubricate, warming my pleasure, but humming so silently I couldn't even hear the motor.



In a few moments my legs were slightly apart and my mouth opened as I breathed quickly in little gasps at the pleasure on my most vulnerable spot. It was heavenly! The vibrator pulsed and I tensed my vaginal muscles as the cab crept slowly along through the jammed midtown traffic. Pedestrians swarmed past me, unaware that a young lady in their midst was unabashedly pleasuring herself in tho most intimate manner. I felt wickedly, totally sensual.



Crossing my arms, I slipped my right hand inside my jacket and cupped my left breast. The nipple was hard and standing out under my sweater. With thumb and forefinger I teased it gently, twirling its firmness, squirming on the seat as the nub gently churned against my sex. Dampness coated the grooves and I clenched my teeth, breathing through parted lips, inhaling more deeply and quickly, my breasts rising and falling to the tempo.



My legs pressed tightly together while under my jacket I caressed my breast. My breathing got quicker, unsteady, deepening as orgasm came closer and closer. Then I shifted on the seat and felt the delicious stab of pleasure that could only come from my clitoris, aroused and straining, pressed against the tightness of my crotch.



The device shifted slightly when I crossed my legs, and pressed even tighter against me. Dropping all barriers to pleasure, I reveled in sweet orgasm, creaming in ecstatic delight. Every pothole and bump the cab jerked over just added to my moment of pleasure, jostling me on the seat, bouncing me merrily as I swayed with the momentum, breathless in my secret world of pleasure.



By the time the cab reached my destination I was limp, my eyelids heavy in delight, my mouth open slightly as I inhaled slowly and calmly. I'd switched the vibrating nub off after the initial throes of my orgasm had subsided, and had sat like a zombie in the back of the taxi for the last few blocks, amazed and absolutely enthralled by the experience, numb with the pleasure of erotic fulfillment.



Since that first day, my little friend and l have treated ourselves to scintillating pleasures in the most unlikely places: elevators, behind my desk at work, in theaters, at the hairdresser's-- dozens of places. I've learned how to control my facial expressions and squirming, not letting myself go completely unless I'm sure nobody is watching. Just by activating the device and thinking hot, sexy thoughts, I can go right to the edge of orgasm, experiencing it if I wish, or just deliriously enjoying that happy, turned-on state.



Finally I have found a way to translate my inner lust into something discreetly physical while in public. I can experience beautiful sensual pleasure whenever I desire, loving it, firing all my erotic energies and never being frustrated when those urges stir.



Now, instead of confining sensuality to the privacy of my bed, I'm free to indulge myself anywhere. Even when I'm not wearing my hidden erotic toy I'm still in a much more sensual, provocative state of mind. I feel free, and the whole world is much more stimulating to me now. My new feeling of sensual pleasure and erotic freedom carries my sensuality into every part of my life.