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The snarky part of her brain decided to make an appearance to tell her she was completely fucking pathetic over-thinking a simple expedition of masturbation with a toy when she was a grown-ass woman.
She instructed that part of her brain to kindly shut the fuck up.
With the toy now embedded inside her parted folds, her pussy nice and wet thanks to the attention she had given herself, and the tail end sticking out from between her legs, she turned and collected her phone.
Now for the fun part.
Gliding her finger against the screen of her cell, she initiated the vibration.
Oh good god.
She hadn’t even turned it up to medium and already the sensation was extraordinary.
She waited a while, keeping the same speed, her hips writhing as she enjoyed the buzz inside her.
Tentatively she turned it up a little more. She squealed in shock then bit the side of her hand as an orgasm sped through her with lightning speed, taking her by complete surprise. She fumbled to turn off the vibration on her phone while her head spun around in both awe and pleasure. She had never experienced anything like it before... well of course she hadn’t because she hadn’t used a toy before but gosh did it wreck her.
She glanced down at her body. Her eyes widened at the sight of her quivering limbs which were now pressed tightly together with the toy still lodged inside her.
When her breathing simmered down, she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her whole face.
Ooh, she should totally be eating chocolate while this was happening. She blindly reached for one and popped the golden ball into her mouth. An explosion of caramel and chocolate decorated her tongue and increased the broadness of her smile.
Again. Again.
She reached between her thighs and pushed the dome in slightly deeper. Her confidence seemed to soar the same way she had with her climax.
She was keen to try the timer function. It was bound to add some anticipatory tension, she decided. She fiddled around and set it to go off in ten minutes. This time she decided to skip the medium zone and headed straight for high. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d die while coming?
She set her phone down on the bedside table; she didn’t want to keep looking at the time and snagged another chocolate. She had to keep her strength up, didn’t she?
The waiting seemed to drive her nuts but she had to forcefully stop herself from checking how many minutes had gone by already.
It was a stupid game to play but she couldn’t deny waiting had made her wetter.
When it happened, she was not at all prepared. This time she came as if she were possessed. Her orgasm vibrated through every cell in her body, electrifying every strand of hair she owned.
She sat up as if she could escape the magnitude of the sensations which were just too much for her and momentarily paralyzed her brain.
Frantic to stop the onslaught of orgasms on her, she reached between her legs and tried to remove the still vibrating toy. She gripped the tail end of the toy and pulled until she held it in her hand.
But why weren’t the vibrations stopping? Was her mind playing tricks on her?
She cried in utter shock when she realized part of the toy had become detached from the tail end. The tip of the egg-shaped dome was still inside, while the rest of its body had remained attached to the tail, but at least it had stopped its furious pulsing inside her.
Trying not to panic just yet, she tried to remove the dome, but she was still too wet and for the life of her she couldn’t get a firm grip on it because it was too damn small.
She rocketed off the bed when the tiny part inside her started to vibrate again. Oh god, help her.
Off.
She had to turn it off. But in her haste to get to her phone, in her untamed and now unwantedla petite mort—great she had climaxed herself into French now—she had knocked over the bottle of cabernet sauvignon and had drowned her phone in the wine.
Squeezing her thighs together as if that would stop it, her movements frenetic, her breathing labored and erratic she grabbed her phone and not caring used her white comforter to dry it as best she could.
But her phone wouldn’t go on. Real panic started to set in.
“Fuck my life,” she cried, completely hysterical now.
