After the latest short tease of time we had today on IM I was turned on beyond measure. Hot from the words, the feelings, the sexual tension and arousal. My pussy throbbed – whining to be pleased. I escaped into the bedroom and stripped naked, leaving my jeans and panties on the floor – sopping with my juices and a few shades darker for the wetness.
I had received my “bullet” today, the perfect toy to tease and taunt my clit in preparation for your mouth … your hands … your cock. I fell on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Before I began I explored my body … imagining it was you discovering me for the first time. Kissing and appreciating every curve, every lush square inch of my perfect skin … my body was an surreal frontier for your wandering hands and though they had been on many of these explorations, there had never been one quite like this. Even my imperfections were cared for and proclaimed perfect for they were a part of me and here you were communing with my very nature. Blending into me like oil on the skin.
My feet rose and rested on the wall next to the bed – spread wide so you could see your handiwork and my hand could mimic your own. I started the bullet and felt its powerful vibration through my fingers. Touching first my nipples with the humming point, they immediately arose to attention … aroused and sexy … licking my lips as they had become dry from heavy breathing.
I guided the bullet down my torso, past my stomach and let it hover delicately on my mons. I could feel the vibration almost as an insect flapping its wings and no more … but that was enough. My lips started to fill with blood, and I could feel my clit apart from all other parts of my pussy … making it known as the leader, the one who should be courted. My bullet grazed the sides of my lips making my body flinch with possibility. It then made itself known to the back of my slit where it would begin its slow and slick journey up toward the tip of my cunt where my pearl sat waiting. Incrementally almost in perceptively it made its way toward the front of my slit, searching the left side of my lips for solace and reprieve. There was none, but when it had almost reached its destination, the pearl of my pussy throbbed in expectation wanting, begging, needing to explode.
Down went the bullet mockingly. Back toward my backside and starting up the right side to continue this treatment again from another direction. Again my clit grew even more swollen and was sorely disappointed.
I continued this a couple of more times until it was clear that should I do it once again my clit would lose its patience and come without my consent … without my touch … without my Martin.
Tortured and frustrated and now in quite a bad mood I got up. Slipped on a summer dress sans panties and ran out to do errands. The cool fall air would feel good on my hot pussy.
My main errand was to go to the aptly named “HUSTLER” store which, as the name implies, is a sex shop. I had to get something different for Martin to explore me with … something even more enticing.
I decided to get the infamous “Rabbit” that I’d heard tell about. I had not believed it was everything my girlfriends said but I didn’t believe a lot of things a couple of weeks ago and had been proven wrong. All different shapes and sizes, bells and whistles, all adorned with rhinestones and glitter, awash in hot pink silicone and pearl gears. This must’ve been what the executives at the adult toy company must’ve imagined all woman would want their vibrators to look like. Not me. Too tacky. Where would I find a simple and classic “rabbit” to call my own. There I found it. Sans the trappings of flashy adverts and flashier housing. The simple … the original … THE ICONIC RABBIT
And so here I sit, staring at the new moon that you just sent over to keep me company… waiting to use it for the first time with my venerated lover … my swain – Martin Guerre.