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“Sure,” I mumble through a mouthful of toothpaste. “Let me finish this.”
“Of course.” Again, his eyes gleam—which might mean he’s just as discombobulated with all this as I am.
Some demon forces my mouth to ask, “What do you sleep in?”
His smile has a wicked tinge to it. “Usually naked, but in a pair of pajamas from now on.”
Instead of spitting out my toothpaste, I audibly swallow it.
Fuck. Is he doing this to me on purpose?
Moving like a horny zombie, I grab my most conservative-looking nightie—though it’s still less than ideal if the goal is to cover as much of me as possible.
Art eyes the garment in my hands with a strange expression. “Enjoy your shower.” With that, he disappears from the bathroom as if I might chase him.
I lock the door and stand with my back to it, squeezing my eyes shut while I try to get my breathing under control.
This is insane.
Even if he were my real husband, this level of desire seems unhealthy. As is, I fear I might sleep-fuck him—or worse—in the middle of the night.
Well, there’s a simple solution: I can masturbate preemptively.
I scan the bathroom. The showerhead is of the wrong style to be useful, and I’m not sure my toothbrush and fingers will cut it today. I need something big on the inside, and maybe something extra-buzzy on the outside.
Then it hits me. I’ve hidden my favorite toys right here in this bathroom! I must’ve subconsciously planned for this.
I get the toys out from the toilet tank and turn on the shower to make sure Art doesn’t realize what I’m doing.
Come to think of it, I haven’t cuffed the carrot in the shower in a long time—and I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about it.
That settles it.
I lay out my toys near the shampoo bottles, then undress and step under the warm stream.
This is nice.
On auto-pilot, I wash my hair and body before I recall my important side mission.
I scan the toys. Oh, yeah. This calls for the biggest dildo I own—one that’s a couple of inches shorter and a bit thinner than Mr. Big.
I grin mischievously at it. “You’ll have to do.”
Knowing that Art is just beyond this wall makes me feel very naughty.
I lube up the dildo with my spit and prop my left foot against the wall to ease the entry.
Here goes.
I position the dildo against my opening—which is when my right foot slips on the wet tile floor.
