I want to tell you a story about my first boyfriend and my first experiences with sex.

No, it was absolutely not a bad experience.

I was 21 when I got my first boyfriend. His name was Eljero. A charming Surinamese guy, with an even more charming family.

He was much more advanced than me in everything. He had strong self-confidence and a dominant aura that secretly incredibly aroused me.

Eljero is the only man who ever managed to turn on all my buttons at once. 

As if he saw me as a keyboard and deciphered me second by second, until I experienced that intense orgasm that only he has ever been able to give me.

He took his time with me. He got to know my body. He worked on me. And no, without ever losing his dominance.

All boyfriends after Eljero felt like coming home to a cold reception. He had set the bar incredibly high right from the start.

No, I don't blame my husband for anything. We even talk openly about it. 

Eljero was a man with whom I probably could never have built a stable family. He simply loved women too much.

But how do you deal with being accustomed to Michelin-star dining for a year... only to have to live on bread and water for the rest of your life?

My husband and I decided to work on it. We booked hotels, gave each other massages, and ordered dozens of toys.

It was an improvement. But not an improvement that lasted.

It remained a quest.

What exactly made it so special back then?

I already said earlier that it felt like several buttons were being pressed simultaneously.

Should I then perhaps use multiple toys at once?

That would probably look quite strange and extreme, I thought to myself.

My husband took out his phone and jokingly Googled: '3-point vibrator'. Actually convinced that such a thing wouldn't exist at all.

Until suddenly the Aloha Club Satisfy Me appeared at the top.