I rested my head on JJ's shoulder with his arm around me as I listened to his breathing. I looked up at his face; his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed and content. I reached up and traced my finger on his cheek lightly. With his eyes still closed, he smiled and held me tighter. I closed my eyes, too, and just enjoyed the moment of silence.
A few minutes later, I felt his hand on my arm, then on my side, my hip... I rolled over onto my back as he slid his hand between my legs. He moved down on the bed so he could have a clear view as he pressed his fingers inside me. I spread my legs for him and arched my back. He worked his hand in and out of me, moving his fingers slightly on each stroke until he found just the right spot. I squealed and gasped as he rubbed it, which made him focus more on that spot until I started shaking and begging for permission to cum again.
I screamed with pleasure and came hard, reveling in the waves of sensation spreading up my spine. I expected him to slow his stroke and withdraw his hand, but he didn't. He kept pumping his hand at the same pace, ignoring my pleas to stop because of the intensity. I squirmed and tried to wriggle away but he held me there firmly and continued fucking me with his hand. Before the first orgasm had completely subsided, the second came on forcefully. I screamed again, my whole body shaking this time. I lay there whimpering and dizzy, my cunt throbbing and gripping his fingers, as the last ripples of pleasure floated away.
JJ slowly withdrew his hand and laid next to me again.
"Oh my god," I mumbled. "I've never experienced one on top of the other like that. I didn't even know that was possible after, well, after all that already happened before."
He chuckled and said, "I'm glad you liked it," and he kissed me sweetly, gently.
"Uh, yeah, I guess I liked it," I said nonchalantly.
We both laughed and kissed some more.
A few minutes later we rolled over and looked at the clock. We both groaned because we knew we had to go, both of us knowing there was someone waiting at home for each of us - his wife, my husband.
I curled up next to him for one last hug before getting up to get dressed.
"I don't want this afternoon to end," he whispered.
"Me, neither," I replied.
Then I started getting up, reaching for my glasses, looking for clothes. Before I stood up, JJ grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I laughed.
"But we have to go!"
"I know," he said, "but I want to fuck you one more time," and he
kissed me deeply again, throwing a leg over me to hold me on the bed.
He didn't have to convince me. I rolled onto my back, wrapped my arms around him and pulled up my knees so he could enter me deeply again.
After our "one more time" we got up, cleaned up, got dressed, and walked out together. We stopped in the parking lot halfway between my car and his. We hugged each other goodbye....the hug turned into a kiss, then another, and another. Yeah, I know kissing like that outside in broad daylight is just stupid, but I wasn't giving up one last chance to kiss that man.
Finally, we separated. He walked to his car, turning to wave before he stepped out of sight.
I drove home in a haze - tired, content, satisfied. I knew when I walked in the door at home, my husband would ask about my day. He'd ask if anything unusual or special happened and I would smile, give him a kiss on the cheek and say, "No, it was just a normal, uneventful day." Then I'd walk into the kitchen to get dinner started and try to focus on what I was doing instead of on the amazing afternoon I'd just had. I'd serve dinner while trying to act like today was just like any other day and trying not to let my husband see that my knees were weak and I was a little unsteady on my feet. I'd make small talk over dinner trying not to show that I was distracted and still thinking about how incredible JJ's cock felt inside me and how much I wanted to see him again soon.
As I was driving home, I got two text messages. The first was from JJ - "You're amazing!" The second was from my husband - "What's for dinner?"
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If you missed the first three posts in this series, here ya go:
Whatever He Wants (Part 1) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 2) - A Naughty Encounter
Whatever He Wants (Part 3) - A Naughty Encounter
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Whatever He Wants (Part 3) - A Naughty Encounter
I smiled and quickly moved to my hands and knees in front of him, then lowered down onto my forearms, lifting my rear up for him as he firmly grasped my hip with one hand. He positioned the head of his cock right at the opening of my ass with his other hand and held it there while I slowly pressed back, taking him inside me. I was grateful that he was still well-lubed, but that first stroke still had that delicious, tight, and slightly painful feeling of being violated that I craved.
JJ’s cock was a thing of beauty (and, no, I don’t say that to all the guys). It was of average length, but definitely above average girth, which made penetration much more satisfying. Every time he entered me, I was reminded of his dominance, and that just made me want him more.
Once he was in me he grabbed my other hip and started thrusting slowly, then faster. He moaned and grunted a little on every stroke, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“You’re so tight,” he moaned almost absentmindedly, as if he weren’t necessarily saying it to me, but thinking it, and he accidentally said it out loud.
“You like my ass, Baby?” I purred breathlessly, pushing back against him as he pumped faster.
“Oh god yes, I love your ass!” he exclaimed.
“Then fuck me harder,” I begged. “Please...harder.”
The sound that escaped his lips then wasn’t a word, but more of a guttural, uncontrolled groan of assent. He dug his fingers into my hips and roughly pulled me back onto him as he fucked me hard and forcefully. I screamed at the sheer force and power of that first hard thrust, and held onto the edge of the bed to keep him from pushing me into the wall. I was completely under his control now. There was no moving with him because he was pounding me violently; it was all I could do to hold on, breathe, and focus on the amazing sensation of his control over me as my pleasure started flowing again in waves.
He groaned loudly as he came in my ass, holding me tightly on his cock, not letting me move. I felt the delightful pulsing of his cock as he released into me, and I took a breath, relaxing and tightening. One more moan and small thrust, and he fell forward onto my back, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the back of my neck.
A few moments later, he pulled out and rolled next to me. I laid next to him on my stomach, our faces turned toward each other. Breathless, sweaty, satisfied - he leaned over a bit and kissed me. I remember thinking, this is what sex is supposed to be like - passionate, uncontrolled, uninhibited. This is what I went online looking for.
And then.....
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If you missed the first two parts of this story, you can catch up here:
Whatever He Wants (Part 1)
Whatever He Wants (Part 2)
JJ’s cock was a thing of beauty (and, no, I don’t say that to all the guys). It was of average length, but definitely above average girth, which made penetration much more satisfying. Every time he entered me, I was reminded of his dominance, and that just made me want him more.
Once he was in me he grabbed my other hip and started thrusting slowly, then faster. He moaned and grunted a little on every stroke, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“You’re so tight,” he moaned almost absentmindedly, as if he weren’t necessarily saying it to me, but thinking it, and he accidentally said it out loud.
“You like my ass, Baby?” I purred breathlessly, pushing back against him as he pumped faster.
“Oh god yes, I love your ass!” he exclaimed.
“Then fuck me harder,” I begged. “Please...harder.”
The sound that escaped his lips then wasn’t a word, but more of a guttural, uncontrolled groan of assent. He dug his fingers into my hips and roughly pulled me back onto him as he fucked me hard and forcefully. I screamed at the sheer force and power of that first hard thrust, and held onto the edge of the bed to keep him from pushing me into the wall. I was completely under his control now. There was no moving with him because he was pounding me violently; it was all I could do to hold on, breathe, and focus on the amazing sensation of his control over me as my pleasure started flowing again in waves.
He groaned loudly as he came in my ass, holding me tightly on his cock, not letting me move. I felt the delightful pulsing of his cock as he released into me, and I took a breath, relaxing and tightening. One more moan and small thrust, and he fell forward onto my back, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the back of my neck.
A few moments later, he pulled out and rolled next to me. I laid next to him on my stomach, our faces turned toward each other. Breathless, sweaty, satisfied - he leaned over a bit and kissed me. I remember thinking, this is what sex is supposed to be like - passionate, uncontrolled, uninhibited. This is what I went online looking for.
And then.....
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If you missed the first two parts of this story, you can catch up here:
Whatever He Wants (Part 1)
Whatever He Wants (Part 2)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Whatever He Wants (Part 2) - A Naughty Encounter
When I got to JJ’s cock, he was hard again. I kissed it and licked it lightly, teasing him the way he liked to tease me. Yes, turnabout is fair play, I thought. I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed gently as I took the head into my mouth and sucked slowly. I asked him where the lube was. He motioned to the nightstand, so I reached over and grabbed it. It was new and I couldn’t get it open and I had to ask him to open it for me (talk about a mood killer, I know). When I poured some into my hand I squealed a bit because it was so cold! I knew there was no way I could put that coldness on his cock and balls – not if I wanted him to stay hard anyway. I sucked him slowly while I let the lube warm up in my hand.
When it felt warm (well, at least not freezing), I started spreading it on his balls and his cock, and then I slid my hand down and spread some around his asshole. I looked up at him as he moaned and he was laying back with his eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. That’s exactly what I wanted him to do. I moved around, stroking his cock, then sliding a finger in and out of his ass – just a little at first, then a little more….. He was moaning softly but steadily as I pleasured him. Then I heard him say, “Suck me.” He read my mind. ;-) I took his cock into my mouth and pressed all the way down, feeling it in the back of my throat. He gasped and pressed his hips up toward my mouth. After a few strokes, I slid a finger back into his ass and began moving it in and out, rhythmically, trying to match the tempo of my mouth on his cock.
I could feel him getting into it, rocking his hips, moaning, his cock getting rock hard in my mouth. Then he surprised me and said, “Push your finger in deeper.” My, my, my…..I was trying not to push him too far with our first session of ass play for him, but I was more than willing to comply with his request. I slid my finger all way in, as far as I could. He pumped his hips harder. I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to suck him faster. I kept my hand and my mouth moving together as best I could, but it wasn’t easy to keep pace with him as he was wildly thrusting his thick cock into my mouth.
He moaned and said, “Oh, Baby, I want to cum.”
Where do you want to come, Sweetie,” I purred (yes, talking with a cock in one’s mouth is an acquired skill).
He paused and then he said, “I want your ass.”
And then....
When it felt warm (well, at least not freezing), I started spreading it on his balls and his cock, and then I slid my hand down and spread some around his asshole. I looked up at him as he moaned and he was laying back with his eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. That’s exactly what I wanted him to do. I moved around, stroking his cock, then sliding a finger in and out of his ass – just a little at first, then a little more….. He was moaning softly but steadily as I pleasured him. Then I heard him say, “Suck me.” He read my mind. ;-) I took his cock into my mouth and pressed all the way down, feeling it in the back of my throat. He gasped and pressed his hips up toward my mouth. After a few strokes, I slid a finger back into his ass and began moving it in and out, rhythmically, trying to match the tempo of my mouth on his cock.
I could feel him getting into it, rocking his hips, moaning, his cock getting rock hard in my mouth. Then he surprised me and said, “Push your finger in deeper.” My, my, my…..I was trying not to push him too far with our first session of ass play for him, but I was more than willing to comply with his request. I slid my finger all way in, as far as I could. He pumped his hips harder. I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to suck him faster. I kept my hand and my mouth moving together as best I could, but it wasn’t easy to keep pace with him as he was wildly thrusting his thick cock into my mouth.
He moaned and said, “Oh, Baby, I want to cum.”
Where do you want to come, Sweetie,” I purred (yes, talking with a cock in one’s mouth is an acquired skill).
He paused and then he said, “I want your ass.”
And then....
Friday, May 13, 2011
Whatever He Wants (Part 1) - A Naughty Encounter
I arrived at the hotel after JJ did. The first thing I did was find his car, park, and grab the room key that he had left for me under his windshield wiper. I went into the hotel, stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor, checking my phone to make sure I remembered the room number correctly from his text. Room 225. As the elevator doors opened, I looked both ways, trying to spot a room number so I would know which hallway to follow. I found the room quickly, and knocked gently before sliding the key in the door and walking in.
Even though I had met him before this, I was still feeling that excited anticipation that accompanies a first meeting, only this time I wasn’t nervous, and I knew exactly what he looked like. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper hair, twinkling and mischievous eyes, broad shoulders, strong arms, engaging smile.
The room was dim, but not dark – just the way I like it. I took a few steps in and then I saw him, laying naked in bed waiting for me. I smiled, remembering how two days ago, I was the one waiting naked in bed for him to arrive. The memories of that day rushed back and I instantly became wet.
I greeted him with a kiss and excused myself to go clean up a bit. A few minutes later, I came back to the side of the bed and started taking off my clothes, in a hurry to climb into bed with him. The minute I crawled next to him, we wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and kissed me deeply.
Ahhhhh…..that amazing feeling is indescribable - skin-on-skin, the whole length of our bodies touching as his tongue explored my mouth and I breathed him in. We kissed for a long time – exactly what I needed to relax and release the stress of work and everything else in my life outside that hotel room. I wanted nothing in my life or on my mind right then but him.
I could have just stayed there all afternoon kissing him, but eventually I felt his hand slowly tracing its way down my body, lingering at my breast, then moving down to my hip, my thigh….then gently tracing my outer pussy lips. I moaned softly. He loved to tease me and make me wait for him to slowly bring me to that place where I would do anything for him, absolutely anything he wanted.
I opened my legs for him and he slid a finger inside me. We both moaned into our kiss this time. He slowly alternated between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I started rocking my hips and pressing against his hand, still kissing him, but losing some of my focus. When he started rubbing my clit with his thumb while he pumped a few fingers in and out of me, I couldn’t hold back. I moaned loudly and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He whispered into my ear, “I want my little slut to cum for me.” I nodded my head and kissed him again. He moved his hand faster….I started to shake, and he said, “That’s it, Baby, cum for me,” and I let go. He held me tighter and kissed me passionately as I came, screaming my pleasure into our kiss.
As my orgasm started to subside, I remember thinking how safe I felt with him. I couldn’t completely let go with just anyone, but JJ made it easy for me. I felt completely safe, accepted, protected, and appreciated.
My thoughts were interrupted with his voice, “I want to fuck you so much….” And he moved between my legs. I pulled my knees up and he easily slid his hard, thick cock inside me. We both moaned as he entered me. I watched him as he started moving in and out of me. I tilted my hips to feel him more deeply, and I knew I had it right when I heard him utter a deep guttural moan as he started pumping harder. I marveled at the intensity of his face, which I didn’t get to see often because usually he was so relaxed and fun-loving. But right at that moment, he was intensely focused. I felt myself start to get close to cuming again. He knew it, too, because he said, “Wait for me….” I moaned in protest but said, “Ok.” I bit my lip to try to hold back, wondering if I could, but not wanting him to hurry at all. If I could have frozen that particular moment in time, I would have. A minute later, he gave me permission and I came hard, feeling my cunt tightening around his cock as I shook. He groaned and released right after me, grunting as he came, leaning over and kissing me. When he finished, he rolled next to me and wrapped those strong arms around me again, and kissed me some more.
We laid there for a while, resting, talking, kissing, and touching each other. He was easy to talk to. That was something I noticed from when we first started chatting online. There was always something to talk about, but when we weren’t talking, the silence felt perfectly comfortable, too.
After a few minutes, I rolled over, leaned over him and started kissing his neck. He pulled me up to his lips and kissed me deeply again (man, oh man, I loved his kisses!), but I broke away from his delicious kiss and started kissing my way down his neck to his chest, continuing downward....
And then......
Even though I had met him before this, I was still feeling that excited anticipation that accompanies a first meeting, only this time I wasn’t nervous, and I knew exactly what he looked like. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper hair, twinkling and mischievous eyes, broad shoulders, strong arms, engaging smile.
The room was dim, but not dark – just the way I like it. I took a few steps in and then I saw him, laying naked in bed waiting for me. I smiled, remembering how two days ago, I was the one waiting naked in bed for him to arrive. The memories of that day rushed back and I instantly became wet.
I greeted him with a kiss and excused myself to go clean up a bit. A few minutes later, I came back to the side of the bed and started taking off my clothes, in a hurry to climb into bed with him. The minute I crawled next to him, we wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and kissed me deeply.
Ahhhhh…..that amazing feeling is indescribable - skin-on-skin, the whole length of our bodies touching as his tongue explored my mouth and I breathed him in. We kissed for a long time – exactly what I needed to relax and release the stress of work and everything else in my life outside that hotel room. I wanted nothing in my life or on my mind right then but him.
I could have just stayed there all afternoon kissing him, but eventually I felt his hand slowly tracing its way down my body, lingering at my breast, then moving down to my hip, my thigh….then gently tracing my outer pussy lips. I moaned softly. He loved to tease me and make me wait for him to slowly bring me to that place where I would do anything for him, absolutely anything he wanted.
I opened my legs for him and he slid a finger inside me. We both moaned into our kiss this time. He slowly alternated between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I started rocking my hips and pressing against his hand, still kissing him, but losing some of my focus. When he started rubbing my clit with his thumb while he pumped a few fingers in and out of me, I couldn’t hold back. I moaned loudly and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He whispered into my ear, “I want my little slut to cum for me.” I nodded my head and kissed him again. He moved his hand faster….I started to shake, and he said, “That’s it, Baby, cum for me,” and I let go. He held me tighter and kissed me passionately as I came, screaming my pleasure into our kiss.
As my orgasm started to subside, I remember thinking how safe I felt with him. I couldn’t completely let go with just anyone, but JJ made it easy for me. I felt completely safe, accepted, protected, and appreciated.
My thoughts were interrupted with his voice, “I want to fuck you so much….” And he moved between my legs. I pulled my knees up and he easily slid his hard, thick cock inside me. We both moaned as he entered me. I watched him as he started moving in and out of me. I tilted my hips to feel him more deeply, and I knew I had it right when I heard him utter a deep guttural moan as he started pumping harder. I marveled at the intensity of his face, which I didn’t get to see often because usually he was so relaxed and fun-loving. But right at that moment, he was intensely focused. I felt myself start to get close to cuming again. He knew it, too, because he said, “Wait for me….” I moaned in protest but said, “Ok.” I bit my lip to try to hold back, wondering if I could, but not wanting him to hurry at all. If I could have frozen that particular moment in time, I would have. A minute later, he gave me permission and I came hard, feeling my cunt tightening around his cock as I shook. He groaned and released right after me, grunting as he came, leaning over and kissing me. When he finished, he rolled next to me and wrapped those strong arms around me again, and kissed me some more.
We laid there for a while, resting, talking, kissing, and touching each other. He was easy to talk to. That was something I noticed from when we first started chatting online. There was always something to talk about, but when we weren’t talking, the silence felt perfectly comfortable, too.
After a few minutes, I rolled over, leaned over him and started kissing his neck. He pulled me up to his lips and kissed me deeply again (man, oh man, I loved his kisses!), but I broke away from his delicious kiss and started kissing my way down his neck to his chest, continuing downward....
And then......
Thursday, May 12, 2011
HNT - Look no Hands!
Ah yes the slow torture of seeing just a little more... So fellow Prowling readers, are you enjoying Cara's teasing as much as I am? She loves reading your comments so if you are make sure and say so! -DauntlessD
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A Parable for Prowlers: It's Not Your Puppy
There once was a little girl who was lonely. She had a big dog that she had had for many years, but her big dog didn't play with her anymore and she desperately wanted a playmate. She didn't know what to do, so she started taking in lost puppies to channel her need to have a playmate. She'd find a puppy, feed it, care for it, get to know it, and play with it. Eventually, she would start to care for the puppy. Sometimes, she even fell in love with the puppy, even though she didn't want to and she knew that it wasn't hers to keep.
But it wasn't long before the puppy would leave; either he'd go back to his original home or he'd run away for some other little girl to find and take care of him. Even though she knew from the beginning he had to go at some point and that he wasn't hers, she'd still be a little sad.
From time to time, the little girl would try to resist her urge to go find another puppy, and she'd try to play with her own big dog, but it just wasn't the same. Big Dog rarely wanted to play, and he'd growl and be mean if she didn't feed him on time each day. It wouldn't be long before she knew what she had to do.
She would go out and find another puppy and start the whole process again. Finding and playing with a new puppy was always fun and exciting. The little girl enjoyed learning about what was special and wonderful about each one. Some pleased her more than she could imagine was possible...for a puppy, of course. Every now and then, once in a great while, she would become very, very close to a favorite and she'd start to care for him and think of him as her own.
One day, one of her favorite puppies went away. The little girl was heartbroken. She cried for hours. She lost interest in looking for other puppies and felt lost. It was devastating.
She told her friend about what happened, and he sat her down and reminded her that it wasn't her puppy to begin with, and that no matter how much she cared for the puppy or the puppy cared for her, he was still someone else's puppy.
The little girl had to make a decision - either stop finding puppies altogether and find a way to be content with Big Dog, or find a way to play with puppies without giving her heart away. Neither option looked very good to her, but the only other choice was to stay open to heartache. What do you think the little girl chose to do?
Moral of the story: Never forget that he's not your puppy.
But it wasn't long before the puppy would leave; either he'd go back to his original home or he'd run away for some other little girl to find and take care of him. Even though she knew from the beginning he had to go at some point and that he wasn't hers, she'd still be a little sad.
From time to time, the little girl would try to resist her urge to go find another puppy, and she'd try to play with her own big dog, but it just wasn't the same. Big Dog rarely wanted to play, and he'd growl and be mean if she didn't feed him on time each day. It wouldn't be long before she knew what she had to do.
She would go out and find another puppy and start the whole process again. Finding and playing with a new puppy was always fun and exciting. The little girl enjoyed learning about what was special and wonderful about each one. Some pleased her more than she could imagine was possible...for a puppy, of course. Every now and then, once in a great while, she would become very, very close to a favorite and she'd start to care for him and think of him as her own.
One day, one of her favorite puppies went away. The little girl was heartbroken. She cried for hours. She lost interest in looking for other puppies and felt lost. It was devastating.
She told her friend about what happened, and he sat her down and reminded her that it wasn't her puppy to begin with, and that no matter how much she cared for the puppy or the puppy cared for her, he was still someone else's puppy.
The little girl had to make a decision - either stop finding puppies altogether and find a way to be content with Big Dog, or find a way to play with puppies without giving her heart away. Neither option looked very good to her, but the only other choice was to stay open to heartache. What do you think the little girl chose to do?
Moral of the story: Never forget that he's not your puppy.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Four Inches of Pure Happiness
No, I'm not talking about a tiny dick (although you can read my opinion about cock size in the post, Does Size Matter?). I'm referring to a little pocket-sized vibrator I received recently for review. I thought I'd share the details of my experience - including all about my test session - with you, my prowler buddies.
I got a package in the mail at work about two weeks ago. One of my employees came in and handed it to me. "A package just arrived for you," he said. I tried to respond as casually as I could, "Thanks. Just put it on my desk. I'll get to it in a bit." I waited until he left to look at it. Just as I was told, the packaging was very discreet, nondescript. There was no evidence at all that it was a lovely little sex toy from Eden Fantasys. I left the box on my desk until the end of the day when everyone was gone. Then I opened it.
Inside was another little box labeled, "Rocket & Lubricant 4-Way Pleasure Kit." My, my, my! Now that's a box just begging to be opened, isn't it? Inside was a little 4" pocket rocket vibrator with 4 interchangeable heads (nubbed, noduled, studded, and smooth) so you can change the texture of the business end to match your mood (or need). The kit also came with some lubricant that I found totally unnecessary, but it's never a bad thing to have some extra lube around, is it? For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, pocket rockets are little vibrators that can fit in your pocket, as the name implies. They are not typically intended for insertion, but for clitoral stimulation, although you can use it however you'd like, I suppose.
I immediately tried to turn it on, only to be disappointed to learn that I needed a AA battery. I was alone, webcam ready, horny.....and not a gosh darn AA battery to be found in my office. That's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? So, I shot a quick IM to DauntlessD to tell him the goodie had arrived. I snapped a picture to send to him, and he teased me about not being prepared with a battery.
I brought it with me when I met Dauntless for lunch a few days later. Yes, I had located a battery by then. I had been too busy to actually stop and buy batteries, but I stole one from another piece of equipment. I won't tell you where I took it from, but let me just say that it is a piece of medical equipment....stealing a battery from it demonstrates exactly how severe my need to cum is. Anyway, I'm not a shy gal, so I pulled the little vibe out of my purse and passed it across the table to Dauntless. He was surprised like I was about how little it really was. Four inches really is small, ya know. And I'm talking about 4" using a standard ruler to measure, not the funky ruler that some of you guys must use to measure yourselves and report sizes of 6" - 9". But I digress......
Then Daunt turned it on and we both were a bit startled at how loud it was. It wasn't like an airplane engine or anything like that, but it certainly isn't something you can use in a public place without folks knowing exactly what you're doing (I know, that can be fun, too, sometimes).
We also noticed that it only has one speed, and it felt like it would be pretty intense. I have always preferred vibes with variable speeds. The interchangeable heads looked like they could be fun. One of the downsides, though was that the same switch for turning it on and off is the switch for opening the battery compartment, so if you turn it too far when you're turning it off, it pops open. That's not good, but it would be a minor inconvenience, at worst. Yes, there we sat at a table in a restaurant, playing with a little pocket vibe, passing it back and forth, talking about it openly, not particularly caring about the shocked reaction of the old folks at the next table.
I carried the little guy (yes, vibrators are male in my mind) around in my purse for a long time. Too long, but work was crazy and I couldn't find time to evaluate it properly. When I did find the time, I was very, very pleased.
My first test was in my car. I was traveling for work and I was between meetings, so I drove out of the town I was in on a country road and found a nice, secluded, shady spot to park. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slipped my panties off. Then I unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and unhooked my bra so I could easily expose my nipples. I readjusted my seat back to a reclining position and put one foot up on the dash.
I decided to try the studded head first. Why not go for the gusto? What was the worst thing that could happen? I turned the noisy little thing on and started rubbing the head across one of my nipples. Nice. Then the other. Very nice. Hmmm....I could get used to this.
Then it was time for the real test. I traced it down my belly and between my legs and just kind of experimented with the different sensations of sliding it across my inner thighs, around my pussy lips....
I slowly slid it over my clit and WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It hit "the spot" and sent a hard jolt of pleasure through me that made me drop the vibe on the floor of the car and sit straight up. Holy shit! What was that?
I picked up the vibe and decided to try again, knowing what to expect this time. It took me about 15 seconds to find just the right spot. When I did, I applied just a little pressure and held it there. That jolt I had felt a minute before came back, but this time I didn't let go of the vibe; I just held it there and relaxed into it. Within 10 seconds, my hips were starting to shake and I was having trouble holding the vibe still on the right spot (but I managed, of course). Note to self: Try this with someone else holding it. Within 20 seconds, I was moaning and squirming. At about 30 seconds, I was pressing it harder against my clit and cuming hard - head back, shuddering, screaming like I do.
Soon, it just got too intense and I pulled it away from my clit and rode out the rest of the orgasm as I moved it around my clit in little circular movements. When the last little bit of shuddering was finished, I pulled the little vibe up where I could see it and looked at it. It was pretty wet. So was my hand....and the seat of my car. It's a good thing that it's "water resistant," I thought, smiling to myself.
I used my panties to clean myself up as best I could, and went about the rest of my day visiting clients without any panties on. I had enough residual dampness that I avoided sitting down at meetings, lest the back of my skirt give away how wet I still was.
On the way home, I pulled over about halfway and tried one of the other interchangeable heads - nubbed, this time. O.M.G! It was just as amazing as the first time, although I think I prefer the studded head slightly more. O.k., the first time wasn't just a fluke because I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Good to know.
While I'm thinking about it, here are a few things I want to pass on about this little goodie:
In case you're wondering, I did not receive any payment for writing these nice things about my new little toy and I don't get a commission if they sell any; however, Eden Fantasys did send me the little guy for free to test.
And I'm keeping this four inches of pure happiness for myself.
I got a package in the mail at work about two weeks ago. One of my employees came in and handed it to me. "A package just arrived for you," he said. I tried to respond as casually as I could, "Thanks. Just put it on my desk. I'll get to it in a bit." I waited until he left to look at it. Just as I was told, the packaging was very discreet, nondescript. There was no evidence at all that it was a lovely little sex toy from Eden Fantasys. I left the box on my desk until the end of the day when everyone was gone. Then I opened it.
I immediately tried to turn it on, only to be disappointed to learn that I needed a AA battery. I was alone, webcam ready, horny.....and not a gosh darn AA battery to be found in my office. That's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? So, I shot a quick IM to DauntlessD to tell him the goodie had arrived. I snapped a picture to send to him, and he teased me about not being prepared with a battery.
I brought it with me when I met Dauntless for lunch a few days later. Yes, I had located a battery by then. I had been too busy to actually stop and buy batteries, but I stole one from another piece of equipment. I won't tell you where I took it from, but let me just say that it is a piece of medical equipment....stealing a battery from it demonstrates exactly how severe my need to cum is. Anyway, I'm not a shy gal, so I pulled the little vibe out of my purse and passed it across the table to Dauntless. He was surprised like I was about how little it really was. Four inches really is small, ya know. And I'm talking about 4" using a standard ruler to measure, not the funky ruler that some of you guys must use to measure yourselves and report sizes of 6" - 9". But I digress......
We also noticed that it only has one speed, and it felt like it would be pretty intense. I have always preferred vibes with variable speeds. The interchangeable heads looked like they could be fun. One of the downsides, though was that the same switch for turning it on and off is the switch for opening the battery compartment, so if you turn it too far when you're turning it off, it pops open. That's not good, but it would be a minor inconvenience, at worst. Yes, there we sat at a table in a restaurant, playing with a little pocket vibe, passing it back and forth, talking about it openly, not particularly caring about the shocked reaction of the old folks at the next table.
I carried the little guy (yes, vibrators are male in my mind) around in my purse for a long time. Too long, but work was crazy and I couldn't find time to evaluate it properly. When I did find the time, I was very, very pleased.
My first test was in my car. I was traveling for work and I was between meetings, so I drove out of the town I was in on a country road and found a nice, secluded, shady spot to park. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slipped my panties off. Then I unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and unhooked my bra so I could easily expose my nipples. I readjusted my seat back to a reclining position and put one foot up on the dash.
I decided to try the studded head first. Why not go for the gusto? What was the worst thing that could happen? I turned the noisy little thing on and started rubbing the head across one of my nipples. Nice. Then the other. Very nice. Hmmm....I could get used to this.
Then it was time for the real test. I traced it down my belly and between my legs and just kind of experimented with the different sensations of sliding it across my inner thighs, around my pussy lips....
I slowly slid it over my clit and WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It hit "the spot" and sent a hard jolt of pleasure through me that made me drop the vibe on the floor of the car and sit straight up. Holy shit! What was that?
I picked up the vibe and decided to try again, knowing what to expect this time. It took me about 15 seconds to find just the right spot. When I did, I applied just a little pressure and held it there. That jolt I had felt a minute before came back, but this time I didn't let go of the vibe; I just held it there and relaxed into it. Within 10 seconds, my hips were starting to shake and I was having trouble holding the vibe still on the right spot (but I managed, of course). Note to self: Try this with someone else holding it. Within 20 seconds, I was moaning and squirming. At about 30 seconds, I was pressing it harder against my clit and cuming hard - head back, shuddering, screaming like I do.
Soon, it just got too intense and I pulled it away from my clit and rode out the rest of the orgasm as I moved it around my clit in little circular movements. When the last little bit of shuddering was finished, I pulled the little vibe up where I could see it and looked at it. It was pretty wet. So was my hand....and the seat of my car. It's a good thing that it's "water resistant," I thought, smiling to myself.
I used my panties to clean myself up as best I could, and went about the rest of my day visiting clients without any panties on. I had enough residual dampness that I avoided sitting down at meetings, lest the back of my skirt give away how wet I still was.
On the way home, I pulled over about halfway and tried one of the other interchangeable heads - nubbed, this time. O.M.G! It was just as amazing as the first time, although I think I prefer the studded head slightly more. O.k., the first time wasn't just a fluke because I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Good to know.
While I'm thinking about it, here are a few things I want to pass on about this little goodie:
- I didn't even notice the noise when the toy was...uh..."in service."
- I had no trouble with it popping open when I turned it off, although I'll admit I was being careful.
- Even though it only has one speed, that speed and intensity level was apparently just right for me.
- I think I need two of these little babies - one for my clit, and one to rub on my nipples at the same time. Mmmm......
In case you're wondering, I did not receive any payment for writing these nice things about my new little toy and I don't get a commission if they sell any; however, Eden Fantasys did send me the little guy for free to test.
And I'm keeping this four inches of pure happiness for myself.
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