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I’ve been gifted with sexy handcuffs.
“What the fuck?”
What else is in here?
One by one, every gift becomes known, and this isn’t the first time the gifts have reminded me that they’re from an admirer of sorts.
Cherry-flavored lube. A single black feather. A fully charged vibrator ready to go. And...
A huge,thickdildo.
“Holy fuck.”
I remember a girl in class once whispering to a friend that her boyfriend felt replaced by a mini pocket vibrator that she’d bought for her birthday. This thing... my fingers don’t even wrap around it fully. It could replace two boyfriends. Maybe more. It’s bright pink and curved to mimic a real human dick, with a thick base that I know would touch my clit just right.
A shiver trembles through me as my thighs shift with the thought of it.
“This is wild,” I whisper. Whoever got these for me must be rich because I know for a fact none of this shit comes cheap. In fact, none of the gifts I’ve received from this mystery person have been cheap.
They bought me my phone for fuck’s sake.
I know I shouldn’t accept half of the shit in here, but every single time a box shows up when I’m feeling low is another day I stay alive. Life is hard, and I barely scrape by as is. The scholarship I received only covered tuition. I wouldn’t have been able to afford my textbooks if this person hadn’t bought them for me.
Should I be afraid that whoever is doing this will eventually come to collect? Maybe. But in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of everything.
Because I fucking deserve it.
And the gifts came just in time too.
I have a date tonight, and I want to show up looking my absolute best.
“Thanks, whoever you are,” I say as I clip the handcuffs to my bedpost and fluff up my pillow to hide them for later. I keep the chocolates on my dresser and hide away the other sexy toys in my small bedside table.
Tonight will be a fun night even if the party is a bust.
And I hope my mystery admirer knows how grateful I truly am for that.
Ten
Atlas
It takes about six point two seconds when I step into the party until I’m reminded exactly why I don’t do parties. Six point two fucking seconds and I want to nope right out of there, go back home, and curl up with the stale bag of Takis I know is hiding in my kitchen cabinet.
I’d take a burnt tongue and red fingers over... whatever the fuck this is. Is that guy having a seizure or dancing?
Music literally spills out of the frat house along with bodies. For a second, it reminds me of every scene in a zombie apocalypse ever. The kind where the walking dead trip over each other to run towards loud noises.
Loud noises. Aaahhh.
I hate it here.
I live for the quiet. I live and breathe it. Though the bad part about it is, it gives me too much time to think, and it seems I’m doing way too much of that lately.
Normal, I tell myself. You’re just a normal college girl, out to have fun with her friend.
Anna takes the party in from beside me, her own eyes as wide and as curious as I feel inside. We stick out like sore thumbs. Physically, we’re opposites, Anna and me. I’m on the shorter, thicker side, and the clothes I wear usually reflect my mood for the day. Sometimes I like to hide behind loose-fitting clothes. Nights like tonight, it’d be a crime not to show off my body. Sweaty and chafing thighs be damned. My long, dark curls have been fluffed with my new products, falling over my softer features.
Meanwhile, Anna is a red-headed bombshell, and she doesn’t even realize it. Tall, a bit gangly, and with a thousand little freckles highlighting her sharp features, Anna leans towards wearing more conservative clothes. Wide-leg jeans that hide her figure, but somehow make her look retro at the same time. She’s a goddamn supermodel.
