Thirty-One
thirty-one
I TOUCH MYSELF - DIVINYLS
CALLIE - JULY 10, 2013
B y Wednesday, I have never been more thankful for Amazon Prime in my life. I took Brooke’s advice and splurged on a few new toys. My sex drive is already incredibly high and when I am pregnant, it’s even worse.
As soon as I get the notification that packages have been delivered, I rush out the door to grab them like a kid excited to see what Santa brought on Christmas morning.
I open the package and wipe down my new rabbit vibrator before slipping back into bed. I close my eyes and search back through my mental spank bank, struggling to create a scene in my mind to help get me in the mood.
It’s been too long since I’ve had mind blowing sex and I try thinking of different scenarios but nothing seems to get me there. I grab some of my new lube off the nightstand and just let the toy do its job, trying to clear my head completely.
The setting I selected has a low speed pulse on the shaft and a quicker pulsing vibration on the rabbit. I slide the tip of the toy between the lips of my pussy allowing the lower vibration on the head of the toy to hover on my clit for a moment before sliding it lower and pushing it inside me.
With the toy fully inside me, the rabbit vibrates against my clit and the sensation almost tickles. It quickly becomes overwhelming. I click the button on the bottom of the toy twice to slow down the pulse on the rabbit, allowing myself to ease into the new sensation. Usually when I take care of myself, I focus on my clit only so this combination of being filled while the toy vibrates against my clit is more than I’m used to. And I don’t hate it. I should have gotten one of these a long time ago.
My mind drifts to thoughts of having a man’s head between my legs, wishing his tongue would slowly massage my clit in the way that the toy isn’t able to. The picture in my mind becomes more clear as my mind drifts to Owen. Since I’ve never met him in person and I don’t know what he’s actually like in bed, I’m able to mold the images in my mind to what would make me feel good.
I remember his beard and fantasize about what it would feel like to have him between my legs. Wondering if the hair above his top lip would tickle in the same way the rabbit toy does. I imagine him tasting me, worshiping me… sliding two fingers inside me slowly while he sucks on my clit and I swallow hard. The thought of him tasting me quickly turns to me wondering what I would taste like on his tongue.
I’ve always thought that was so fucking sexy. When a man is willing to take his time to please a woman and then makes her taste herself on his lips when he’s done. A few guys I have been with have tried this but no one actually lives up to the heat of it in my mind. I picture Owen kissing me roughly while he ravages the rest of my body, demanding and unable to get enough… Yes, please!
I let my imagination run wild for a little longer, thinking about what his hands would feel like on my skin. A man like Owen isn’t going to have soft hands. He’s going to have calluses and I guarantee his hands are strong, not even remotely soft to the touch. Thoughts of the way his firm grip would feel on my neck send a wave of pleasure through me.
His upper body strength must be pretty impressive too… Strong shoulders and arms… Fuck, I bet he could throw me around like a rag doll.
Thoughts of him picking me up and wrapping my legs around him as he pushes my back against a wall, slamming into me over and over play on repeat. My mind starts to go hazy as I pick up the pace pulling the vibrator out slowly and plunging it back in as images race through my mind of what being thrown around by a man like him would be like. My chest heaves and I bite my bottom lip as heat washes over my entire body and I come harder than I probably have in years.
After a few minutes, my breath levels out and I head to the bathroom to clean the toy. I come back into my room and open up my nightstand to put everything away. Definitely going to need that close by from now on. I toss the lube into the drawer and close it. Better keep that on standby too because the toy is not small by any means.
I’m going to need more batteries too.
I chuckle at myself and my insatiable pregnancy hormones, turning away from the nightstand when I hear a sound that makes me freeze where I stand.
My phone goes off with the sound of a beer bottle cap being popped. I slowly turn around to face my desk where my phone currently sits on the charger. I swear I do that slow blinking thing that happens in cartoons where you can hear the little “plink plink” noise as the characters eyes go wide.
Yep, that has to be exactly what I look like right now. As I pick my jaw up off the floor, I walk toward my phone as if it’s going to bite me when I pick it up.
No. Fucking. Way.
My cheeks still feel hot from my orgasm and I try to take a deep breath before I can bring myself to actually pick up the phone to read the message.