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I’m my own best boyfriend. You’ve had a long day, Kenzi…you deserve a hot bath, a glass of wine, and an earth-shattering orgasm.
I get out of my clothes, drop them in the hamper, and adorn a fluffy robe instead as the water goes. I turn Pandora on on my phone, low, to a chill, bluesy station. There’s a small side table, and I carry it over to the bathtub, prepping. On the table sits my phone/radio, my glass of red, and my shiny new silver friend.
I let the claw-foot tub fill up until water is trickling into the spillway.
When I step in and ease myself into the tub, the water is almost too hot. I have to slowly lower myself into it, and my skin tingles at the change from the winter-cold to the steamy bath. I let my body adjust, loving the steam on my face, the way the water melts the ache from my shoulder blades and lower back.
I lean my back against the tub, close my eyes, and exhale a deep sigh. My breasts rise slightly out of the water, and so do my knees when I part them. I don’t need to warm up, but I tease myself anyway, drawing my fingertips over my pebbled nipples. I dip my hand under the water, over the softness of my belly, the small patch of hair between my legs. When I finally reach my core, I can feel how swollen my nether lips are already.
Water drips from my fingers and onto the side table as I pick up the vibrator. I dip it underneath the water and press it between my thighs, teasing myself a little. The metal slides effortlessly against the slipperiness between my lips.
I close my eyes. My thoughts drift to the ferry ride. Jason’s hands on my hips. The curve of his grin. The way he looked at me like I was his entire world.
I click the button, and immediately my toy jumps to life. I gasp as the powerful vibrations rocket through me. I click the button again and find that it has different speeds—slow, medium, and fast.
God bless you, Donovan.
I leave it on the slow speed at first, letting my body get used to it.
Already, it’s making my toes curl. I forgot just how wonderfully good this felt.
My legs lock, and I turn it up a speed. I swallow back a moan as pleasure lashes through me.
My cunt is raw and sensitive, and when I slip the vibrator inside me, the sensation is so good, it’s almost painful. I jerk and have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
My fantasies are running wild. In my mind, I’m back in the dark, shadowed dance floor of my favorite club in London. Except Jason is there. We’re dancing. Swaying together.
Between the crowd of bodies, I imagine Jason slipping his hand between my legs. I imagine he tells me how much it turns him on to turn me on, as his finger crooks deep inside of me and he fingers me, right there on the dance floor.
I’m soaking the vibrator, and it’s hard to get any friction now as it slides inside me. I trace it up my slit, and the rounded tip nuzzles directly against my swollen clit.
Then I test fate and turn it up. High speed.
I can’t hold back; I gasp loudly. My cunt clenches, and my nipples ache as hot bursts of pleasure rocket through me. I’m getting tighter, closer, and I close my eyes tightly, back on that dark dance floor, and I see—
Donovan. The smoldering look in Donovan’s deep eyes. Donovan, who takes my face in his hands. Who brushes his painted thumb against my bottom lip. Who whispers darkly in my ear, Cum for me, Kenzi.
My legs quiver as I brace my heels against the sides of the tub. I’m thrashing, water splashing, as I torture my clit with powerfully delicious vibrations, drowning in the waves of my own pleasure. I’m there, I’m right there, and I grind against the edge. My want tastes like metal, and I choke on my breath.
“Kenzi.”
“Donovan…” I moan.
“Kenzi!”
No—wait—that voice isn’t coming from my fantasies. It’s coming from outside. And it sounds like…
“Jason?”
I quickly turn off the vibrator—or try to; I’m still getting used to it, and it takes a couple of clicks of the button to get it to stop its delicious humming.
My cunt is fluttering on the screaming edge, pulsing weakly, painfully. So close to the mind-blowing orgasm it wanted, I could cry.
But this is…weird.
I get out of the tub and wrap my robe around my wet body. I unlock the bathroom door and glance around, trying to find the source of…
“Kenzi! Over here!”
