I met the Pocket Exotics bullet in a little shop attached to a gentleman's club in Greensboro, North Carolina. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and my friend drove me to this shop (which was an hour away from our town) because she insisted that I buy a sex toy to take with me to college. When we entered the shop, I was intimidated by all the merchandise. There were huge jelly rabbits and girthy cyberskin dongs, all of which looked like they would split me in half, and were had pictures of fake-boobed porn models who appeared to apply their makeup with palette knives. I spent about an hour circling nervously around the shop, until finally my friend demanded that I pick something. I didn't know what I would do with any of those toys; I was perfectly happy masturbating without toys.

Then I saw the little Pocket Exotics bullet in the corner. It sat on a shelf, wrapped in a translucent plastic bag. Unlike the huge toys with the porn star packaging, this toy looked unintimidating and honest. It made no effort to look nice; the plastic is the same dull ivory color as the electrical outlets in many homes.

"I want this," I said.
"Ew, really?" my friend replied. I ignored her and walked to the checkout counter. The cashier took the toy out of its bag and inserted batteries to ensure it functioned properly. I grimaced at the thought of him touching a toy that I intended to put on my tender lady parts.

When I got home, I put the bullet with the rest of the things I planned to take to college, and didn't think about it again until I moved in.

One month later, as I was unpacking my things and I showed the bullet to my rather puritanical roommate so that she wouldn't find it and freak out. "Haha, my friend made me get a vibrator! Can you believe? I don't know what to do with it!" I said, pretending that I didn't masturbate. She laughed with me.

Then, later, when my roommate went out, I took out the bullet and loaded it with my newly purchased IKEA AA batteries. I put the bullet in my panties and turned the dial. My roommate was at a party, becoming best friends with a girl in a neighboring dorm; however, I had just become best friends with the Pocket Exotics bullet. I loved using my panties to hold it in place while I grinded against the inside of my legs. I tried placing it inside my vagina, but I just didn't enjoy it as much.

Despite the price, the bullet was very quiet. I would wait for my roommate to fall asleep, then whip out the Pocket Exotics bullet and go to town. I never asked whether she could hear me, but I do not think she could.

My Pocket Exotics bullet lived longer than any of the bullets I have subsequently owned. It lasted about six months of near-daily use.

Rest in Peace, Pocket Exotics bullet.

Sure, the Pocket Exotics bullet is not very pretty, but I can't see with my clitoris. While the hard plastic makes it reminiscent of old home electronics, it is a great first toy for someone who is just experimenting and does not want to spend a lot of money. The Pocket Exotics bullet opened my eyes to the wonderful world of sex toys, and I still remember it fondly.

Although this bullet died a long time ago, the memory of it will last a lifetime. I enjoyed it very much, and it opened my mind (and legs) to the world of bullet vibrators.