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Story... Call Me Pandora... Part 6
Story... Call Me Pandora... Part 6
This mood lasted for a couple of days. And then flashes of fantasy involving scenes I might encounter at Denise’s party began to send sparks flaring through my mind. And soon I was lifting the lid and staring at my mom’s secret stash again. I was thinking about that cock dildo. And those vibrators. But once I had them in my hands the idea of using something my mom had used in such an intimate way seemed altogether too weird.
But now that the idea was planted it took on a life of its own. I thought about scrubbing them thoroughly and almost had myself convinced but couldn’t quite bring myself to follow through. I was beginning to twitch with frustration when all at once I realized that I could go out and buy my own. Well duh.
I’d never entered an adult bookstore in my life and the thought of actually doing it was intimidating. I considered ordering what I wanted off the Internet but by now I was wiggling with impatience. Without giving myself a chance to change my mind I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door.
I was startled to find a woman behind the counter of The Pleasure Boutique. But relieved as well. I’d been wondering how I’d be able to make a selection with some leering guy watching my every move. There were two male customers in the store but they didn’t seem to pay much attention to me.
“Hi,” the woman said, smiling, “welcome to The Pleasure Boutique.”
I mumbled something.
“How can I help you?” She said.
I sidled over to the glass case where a mind numbing variety of dildos was displayed. “I want one of those,” I said.
“Any one in particular?”
I forced myself to concentrate. I was looking for one like my mom’s. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. “The Jeff Stryker one,” I said.
“Anything else?” She said as she reached under the display and pulled out a box containing the dildo I’d chosen.
Summoning my courage I looked her in the eye. “I’d like a vibrator too. Do you have any recommendations?”
She seemed to be fully aware how nervous I was and gave me a reassuring smile. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
I was astounded by the total cost of my selections but by then it was too late to turn back. I handed her my credit card.
All the way home I was squirming with anticipation. I practically ran into the house. I dropped the bag on the coffee table and went to close the blinds. Then I shucked off my clothes. Boy did I feel bad. Good bad. Bad in a deliciously hot way. I didn’t usually walk around the house naked in the middle of the day. Or contemplate putting large dildos inside myself. But I was now and I found I liked the feeling.
I tore open the packaging and removed my new toys. Being the fastidious person I am I washed them first. And then I sat on the couch and opened my legs. Soon the head of the replica of Jeff’s cock was easing into my pussy. I was so wet. I spread my legs wider and used both hands to slide him in and out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be so filled up.
Would there be a man this big at the party? I wondered. And I, who such a short time ago had considered sex to be a very private experience, was caught up in fantasies of watching others and being watched.
By now I was fucking myself with long thrilling strokes. Moaning. It excited me to hear myself. I was usually so quiet.
“Fuck me,” I said. Saying the word out loud was like swallowing an aphrodisiac. “Fuck my hot wet cunt.” Oh yes. Oh God. It felt so good. And then I was coming. A long hard come unlike any I’d had before. Something inside me had been unleashed. “Fuck my hot juicy pussy,” I screamed. I couldn’t stop. I was pounding myself. Till I came again. And again.
Finally, as I lay in a stupor of satisfaction, the Jeff Stryker dildo dangling from my pussy, I started laughing. “Jesus mom,” I said, speaking out loud to the empty room, “look what you’ve gone and made me do.” The thought of my mother sobered me for a moment. “But I know I’ll be doing it again. I do believe you were on to something.”
---To Be Continued.
9/16/2005 12:55 pm
Hmmm... me thinks me see's a book deal in the making. On the general level of The Fermata perhaps?|
Or perhaps a made for cable series? sorta like the red sho--- err I mean "Crimson Colored Footwear"...
This is great! Keep right on going
9/18/2005 8:49 am
Keep 'em comin' Stan!|