Come Together
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I give her my address then send her back out to the treadmill. “Hop back on. A half-hour run does the body good.” Her smile is stronger now as she gets back on the treadmill and I set the program for a moderate hill run. “Don’t work any overtime today or by the time you get home to my place, all the ice cream’ll be gone.”
She laughs and agrees.
I watch until she’s hit her stride and with a wave, I take off. I know exactly what I’m going to do with my unplanned free time—go to the nearby adult toy shop. I need something new. I’ve about worn out all my toys.
As I enter, I’m reminded how much I love this store. It’s clean, well stocked, and I never feel like a creep while browsing. The clientele is upscale—horny housewives, businessmen seeking gifts for their lovers, and the occasional gawkers, usually teenagers. Then there are my kind of people, those living the lifestyle. People who enjoy giving and receiving pain to test their boundaries, who crave the give and take of complete control, who like dressing up in leather and fishnet and wielding whips or having their nipples clamped.
I head to the large selection of oversized dildos. I’d known soon after my less than stellar cherry popping experience that vanilla sex simply wasn’t for me. He and I—I loved his name, Keith like in The Partridge Family—did the deed a few more times but it was never as satisfying as I’d hoped and expected it to be. Then I stumbled upon a movie called Exit to Eden. Big stars, big director, awful movie—yet, I secretly loved it. It was my introduction to BDSM, and I never looked back.
Browsing the dildos, I pick up a couple for closer examination. A gigantic one called The Boss and a pink monstrosity with lots of pulsating button options. Ah, decisions, decisions. Holding both in my hands, a little shiver runs through me and awakens my clit. I lick my lips and shut my eyes for a moment, imagining how they’ll feel as I press them between my legs and slowly… slowly, push them inside me, one after another. Their length and thickness filling me… I force my eyes open and quickly lower my head, hoping no one noticed my little daydream.
I want both dildos but the Pink Pulsator will be too noisy. With a sad little smirk, I put it back on the shelf and quickly make my way to the lingerie section. I need an excuse to use the dressing room. I’ll purchase whatever I use but I’m feeling oh so naughty.
I’m already wet and looking forward to a little illicit playtime.
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