by Violet Blue
“I know. I saw her leaving a few minutes ago.”
“She’ll be back in twenty minutes,” I said, wondering why he had come into the shop if he knew Honey wasn’t here.
“I know,” he said.
He was leaning slightly forward with his palms flat on the counter. His eyes held mine without blinking.
“How do you know?” This was weird.
“I saw her hooking up with a guy on the corner. And twenty minutes, that’s how long it probably takes.”
His cologne was invading my nostrils, and I took a deep breath of it.
“Your name’s Melba, isn’t it?”
I nodded. I knew his name was Charlie but he’d been Fly Guy for so long that Charlie didn’t seem right.
“How can I help you?” I said, and I really was wondering what he wanted.
“Honey said you’d be getting a new range of fingertip vibes in this week,” he said. “Have they arrived yet?”
The shelf where we display the vibrating toys is right at the back of the store and can’t be seen from the door. He followed me around a display unit of peekaboo bras and crotchless panties and down the aisle to where the new range had just been put out on display.
“They’re here,” I said, indicating them with my hand.
He barely glanced at them. Instead his eyes were riveted on mine and in the narrow confines of the aisle I could feel heat radiating from his body. I wanted to go back to the counter where the glass top could act as a barrier between us, but I felt paralyzed by his scrutiny.
“If you want to wait for Honey…”
“No.” He cleared his throat. “I came here to see you, Melba.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t move away but I didn’t move any closer to him. Deep inside me there was the pang of an echo going off; like the sonar bleep in a submarine; something long remembered, half forgotten, was registering its presence low in my abdomen. I didn’t want to feel this way. Fly Guy, Charlie, whoever he was—I hardly knew him. I hadn’t thought of him like this. Shit! I hadn’t thought of anyone like this for an age.
He wasn’t in any hurry. He stood in front of the rack of electronic sex toys, waiting for me to be ready. He didn’t say a word, he hardly blinked and his breathing remained calm and even. I felt the opposite. My heart was racing, and I was astonished by the way my body was reacting to him. Despite the air-conditioning, between the tall shelving units and the back of the store the air was hot and dry. Oxygen depleted. I breathed deeper but I felt light-headed. A prickling sensation crept across my belly and up my back. I think the hairs on my arm were standing up.
As I became overwhelmed by the unfamiliar play of desire through my body, he stood stock still, waiting for me.
I didn’t know what to do. I tore my eyes from his to look down at his groin. My hand twitched, a treacherous betrayal. I bit my lip and looked away, suffused with the feeling that I was about to cry. He said nothing, did nothing, and I was losing control. Admitting to myself that I wanted him so goddamned badly was tearing me apart. I don’t like sex, I don’t want sex, I don’t do sex. That was my mantra. Then Fly Guy walks in, puts me in a confined space and there’s only one thing I can think of.
A sigh, almost a whimper, escaped my lips.
“You’re ready.”
Finally he made a move. He reached over to the shelf opposite and helped himself to a pair of red leather cuffs.
“Your hands,” he said.
I held up my hands to him, wrists uppermost, the gesture of the supplicant. He knew what I needed, and my heart thundered in my chest as I realized he was going to give it to me. He attached the cuffs and spun me around so that I was facing the shelving unit. Within moments my hands were secured above my head. I couldn’t see what he was doing, only hear him taking items from the shelves around us.
I suddenly panicked and struggled against the cuffs. But I wasn’t really afraid of him; I was fighting against my own feelings of shame. Part of me wanted what was going to happen next. Part of me didn’t. And the wanting part shocked me.
Fly Guy stroked my back to calm me in the same way a groom would handle a skittish horse.
“We don’t have long,” he whispered in my ear.
But he took care to be gentle as he pushed my skirt up over my hips. I was wet already but when he skimmed a finger along the side of my damp panties, I felt a buildup of heat and pressure deep inside my pussy. And as his finger pushed its way between my lips, a gush, a flood, years of pent-up frustration broke free. I moaned. I wanted this so badly and at the same time I didn’t want it at all. I didn’t know what I wanted.
But my hips knew. They writhed under his touch. And my legs knew. When he pulled my panties down to my ankles, my legs stepped out of them and spread themselves wide. My breasts knew, pebbling up and pushing against the constraint of my bra. My skin knew, every inch of it straining for the stroke of his hand. I cried when he touched my ass, it felt so good. So wholly unexpected and unfamiliar. A firm, warm hand on a place that had forgotten the feeling of human skin sliding across human skin.
I heard the rasp of his zipper and the ripping of condom foil. Then came the delicious rubbery smell and the rustle of the condom being unfurled, but I could hardly stand the wait. It was the thing I thought I wanted least in the world and now all of a sudden I wanted more than anything. The tip of his cock nudged against my dripping labia, while one of his fingers opened up a path for it. I pushed my hips back to meet it, and it slid inside more easily than I had a right to expect. But its arrival reinstated a surge of sensations through my body that I’d long ago banished from my mind and fought hard to forget: pulsing, throbbing, rippling. I caught my breath and bit my tongue, adding a salty metallic tang to a mouth that was already watering.
Charlie brought his hands around to the front of me and pushed my bra up until my breasts flopped free. He pinched my nipples as he pumped into me from behind, dissolving me. My mouth was dry and if I hadn’t been able to grasp the shelf my wrists were strapped to, my legs certainly wouldn’t have been able to carry my weight. He pushed in and out of me fast and hard, making no sound apart from the rasping of his breath at my shoulder.
I felt my climax riding in from a long way off, appearing on the horizon and looming larger as it came closer. My back arched against his chest and he dropped one of his hands down to work my clit, that poor, lonely nub that had been so neglected for so long. And, oh, this man knew what he was doing; he knew how to push the button. He was never going to need a fingertip vibe. An orgasm, my first in ages, exploded inside me, ripping through me, bursting over me…piercing and sudden. I gasped but it came out louder than a gasp. I didn’t care; I’d forgotten where I was, even who I was with. I was simply riding out the pleasure as my body took what I’d been denying it for so long, every nerve and muscle fiber telling me I’d been wrong about how much I hated it.
Charlie grasped me tight against him as he pushed deeper still. A small grunt and his rigid hips told me he was coming too. As he pulled out of me, I heard a footfall on the staircase above.
Fuck!
“Everything okay down there, girls?”
It was Archie. He must have heard something. Not something. Me.
“We’re all good,” I called out, as Fly Guy quickly undid the cuffs on my wrists and released me from the shelving unit.
I adjusted my bra and tucked my blouse into my skirt. Then I looked around the floor for my panties. But Fly Guy beat me to it. He picked up the scrap of pink silk and, looking me straight in the eye, slipped them into his pocket.
“Will you come back?” I said.
“No,” he said with a shrug. “There are too many girls like you in this city who need my help. But you’ll find someone else who can do it to you just as good.”
Fly Guy and his ego. Healer of the frigid, smelter of the ice queens.
As he left the store at the front, Honey came in through the back looking as pink and flushed as I probably was.
“Was that Fly Guy I just missed?” she said.
I nodded.
“He’ll be back,” she said, checking her hair in the mirror behind the counter.
I said nothing.
I should start this story over.
I love sex. I work in a sex shop and I love sex….
TOYS
Jade A. Waters
Jennifer thought her toy collection was a little excessive, but she couldn’t help herself.
She’d amassed a bounty of equipment: dildos, vibrators, cuffs, whips, plugs, beads and various other oddities—like the specialty pair of vibrating electric nipple clamps she’d stumbled upon on her last vacation out of the country—and all of them had added to her secretly adored stash. The dildos came in numerous shapes and sizes, ranging from the foot-long Black Rock to the tiny purple Tipper. And the vibrators—well, Jennifer took great pride in those, each of them appropriate in different scenarios, depending on the strength of the vibe she needed.
Originally, her stash fit under some panties in a special closet drawer. Soon, though, it grew, because it seemed the longer she’d been away from sex, the hungrier she got for more toys. Buying them kept her warm and aching for more, and her collection now filled a small moving box in the back of her closet.
A four-by-four-foot one, to be precise.
So, when Daniel rolled off Jennifer after their twelfth fuck—and she, again, hadn’t come—she cast a frustrated glance at her closet while she worried that maybe she’d ruined herself with the toys.
“Did you?” Daniel panted, resting one hand on her stomach and the other on his withered shaft. He peered at her with a hopeful grin, and Jennifer felt a new burn of color washing aside the flush she’d earned from hours of fucking her new boyfriend.
“Well,” she said, “not exactly.”
“Damn.” Daniel wedged himself against her. He was everything she sought in a bed buddy: his scent was pleasant, his eyes were warm and his swimmer’s body had made her panties wet the second she’d noticed the hip bones showing over his trunks. He was so delightful she mentally kicked herself for the hours of howling orgasms she couldn’t seem to have.
“Yeah. Kind of weird,” she muttered. Jennifer pressed her lips on his—damn, he could kiss—but her body throbbed with hornier aspirations.
“Tell me what to do.” Daniel slipped his arm beneath her so he could wrap her in a hug, then grazed her neck with his lips. “I want you to be having as much fun as I am—”
“Oh, I’m having fun. I’m just not…there.”
She wanted to scream.
“Well, let’s get you there.” Daniel squeezed her tighter. “I really like you, Jennifer. I’m officially denying myself any more orgasms until you have one.”
She laughed. His sense of humor, paired with his incredibly sweet nature, had been the second thing to wet her panties after she met him, which is why they’d started dating shortly thereafter and screwing around a few weeks after that.
But now they’d been screwing for a month, and while she knew Daniel was extremely patient, she also knew he wanted her to come. It wasn’t a pride thing for him—just a good, caring man thing. She was his girl. He was her man.
And he wanted to please her, about which she certainly had no complaints.
“Seriously, darling. Anything. Tell me what I can do to make this happen for you.” He kissed her again. “Anything. Do you want me to put on a costume? Dance around? Strip for you?” He gulped. “Do you want to stick something in weird places?”
Jennifer couldn’t stop the laughter that poured out of her mouth, but when Daniel rolled over her again and pushed his semierect length against her, she stopped abruptly.
“Anything,” he repeated. “Tell me.”
“Okay.” Jennifer took a breath. Real men could handle toys. The few who had run off when they spied her collection—way back when it was not even half the size it was now—simply weren’t real men.
Right?
“I really hope this doesn’t freak you out.”
“Anything,” he whispered. He rubbed against her and Jennifer moaned.
“There’s a box of…toys…in my closet.”
“Oh?”
She stared into his face, waiting to see his panic. His disgust. His disdain. His horror.
But there was none.
“And you didn’t tell me about this before because…?”
“There are a lot of them,” she blurted. “I think it might be intimidating.”
Daniel tucked his pelvis to make firm contact with her again, making her keenly aware of the warmth of her pussy. She wanted to just take him in, to feel him riding her passionately all over again while she crossed her fingers and hoped for the best—but the truth was that she knew they’d need a hand at this point. Her brain was on overload, and thoughts of him using the toys to manipulate her were putting her right on the edge. She chewed her lip and Daniel shook his head.
“I’m not going to be intimidated. As long as I get to touch you, I’m not frightened by a few little toys.”
She sighed. They weren’t little, and there definitely weren’t a few.
“Okay,” she said. Her voice sounded meek in her ears. Would he really be okay with this? “Only if you’re sure.”
Daniel dropped his lips to her chest and ran his tongue over her nipples. She shivered as they stiffened against his mouth, both of them raw from his earlier tweaks and kisses. When she gasped, he dragged his mouth over her collarbone before pulling back to grin. “Are you kidding? I said anything to make you come, beautiful.”
And then he was up by her closet, poking around for the giant box of embarrassing things that she’d been hiding from most of the men she’d screwed in the last five years.
“Is this it?” He tugged the box out from behind her mountain of shoes and then dropped it on the carpet beside the bed. Rubbing his forehead, he settled his hands on his hips. “Um, wow. This is somewhat impressive.”
Jennifer buried her face in the pillow. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.” Daniel ignored the box to kneel beside the bed. He tickled her side until she peeked up. “Jennifer, I want you to feel good too. I told you I like you. Now, before I open this…” he glanced back at the box, “very large collection of things that will make you feel better, do you have a preference? Anything you’d like me to use?”
She rotated her head enough to expose one eye. He looked sincere, and his hand caressing the arch of her back didn’t hurt either. She muttered, “Surprise me.” Then her heart cranked in her chest. Had she really found a man who was as game for toys as she was? “Honestly, I’m excited to see what you pick.”
Daniel lowered himself to a sitting position. His eyes widened as he opened the flaps of the box, and Jennifer held back a laugh as he withdrew toy after toy from inside.
The Rabbit.
The fuzzy cuffs.
The ben-wa balls.
The blue-glitter butt plug.
“Have you used all of these?” he asked, his voice serious as he lowered a shiny ceramic dildo to the carpet. This one he fondled before reaching back in.
“No.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbing a flap of the box so she could see him rummaging through. He didn’t seem deterred, giving each item careful consideration as he laid them out on the floor, and as he arranged them in a neat row she grew even more excited. He removed the Black Rock, waving it around in the air with a raise of his eyebrows, and tingles ricocheted through her body. “I’ve used a lot of them, but mostly I’ve discovered I like collecting them.”
Daniel grasped the nipple clamps with both hands and splayed them in front of his face. “These?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Never used.”
He gave the rest of the contents a peek over. Then he looked to her, and something in his gaze made her tremble.
“I have an idea.” He crawled over to the bed, planting his lips on hers before running his hand down her belly and
between her thighs. He teased her with a quick exploration of her outer folds, and Jennifer moaned when he yanked his hand away. “Close your eyes and I’ll pick something.” He paused to slip his tongue into her mouth, twirling it in a more frenzied movement than usual. Suddenly, he stopped.
“And then, I’m going to fuck you until you cry out for me, over and over again. What do you think?”
Jennifer gasped. “Oh wow. Yes, please.” She closed her eyes as directed, feeling the shifts of the bed as Daniel climbed back down to the floor. The anticipation was more intense with her eyes shut, the room’s air tickling her pert nipples and the abandoned, heated creases of her sex. She tried to stay calm as she listened to the sounds of him riffling through the box.
“Oh yes. This is it.”
What had he grabbed?
“Keep your eyes closed, okay?”
“Yes.” He crawled over her and settled his weight on her thighs. She could feel his gaze over her, and his fully hardened cock now nudged her about an inch below her pussy.
Daniel laid his hand over her mound. He circled his fingers over her trimmed curls, and then dipped one of them between her folds to graze her opening. “Jennifer…you’re soaked already.” He grunted in approval. “I can’t wait to see what happens when I use your toy on you.”
Jennifer squirmed.
Was it a vibrator?
Had he chosen a dildo?
“Or maybe toys.”
Her inner walls tightened. A plug?
Daniel shoved his finger into her and she moaned. “Dammit, baby, you’re so wet I could fuck you right now, but I won’t. None for me until you come.” He rolled off and licked her belly, tracing his tongue down until he lingered above her clit, and Jennifer pinched her eyes shut tighter. She already wanted to scream, and the slow glides of his finger while he blew hot air against her mound made for the sweetest torture.
“Please,” she whispered.
But Daniel withdrew his finger.
Before she could speak, he pressed the silicone head of one of her dildos against her. Jennifer wasn’t sure which one it was, and she inhaled while Daniel adjusted the tip to fit inside her opening.
