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Hi everyone! I’m Victoria! It’s nice to be here!

I recently turned 25 and am super excited that I can now rent a car without paying any extra fees! Moreso than that, I felt happy to use the occasion to reflect on the somewhat topsy-turvy path that I’ve been on in life thus far. It took a little while for me to figure out what I wanted to be doing and now, it’s taking even longer to put into practice.

I was a theater major in college. I had always been drawn to acting and Broadway stage plays. A lot of people say that they like playing different characters and inhabiting different roles. I can appreciate those qualities, but they aren’t what drew me to this arena. What really attracted me was the sense of grandiosity and extravagance that the theater (and cinematic) productions contain. Suffice it to say, I’m not a Lars Van Trier fan. I love the ‘big’. I love the ‘extra’. I love the ‘over-the-top’. The further I get into this world, the more I think I want to be producing things rather than acting in them.

And something I realized a few weeks back is that there isn’t really anywhere in real life that you can go to experience the biggest and sparkliest. There’s no va-va-voom at Starbucks or the library or Whole Foods.

The closest I’ve ever come to the va-va-voom in real life was last year when my then boyfriend asked me to peg him. Prior to his request, I hadn’t even heard of the term nor had I worn a strap-on. But it felt very unusual to think about so I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it.

One common complaint that I’ve heard from guys is how much they hate girls who will try exploring things but in the most tepid, unenthusiastic and delicate way possible. I was not going to do that. I was going to give it my all. So the day that we decided to do this, I wore the strap-on all day. I put it on in the morning underneath a loose fitting skirt. The strap-on would slap my thighs as I walked and I finally ended up putting on another pair of underwear over it to keep it in place. As an aside, I don’t know how you guys walk around with a penis. However, I felt incredibly powerful, especially after I figured out how to control the seemingly constant waggling of the strap-on.

When it came time to deliver the goods, I did and I did forcefully. I was into it. And the experience turned out beautifully. I can’t say that I was orgasmic from the act, but I was so much more receptive to things and turned on afterwards that it kind of surprised me.

I now spend my days wistfully reflecting on that experience and thinking of what other inflated fantasies (that are legal) I can try. They really do add a new color and spice to life that I most assuredly will not get at Office Depot!