Editor’s Note: This is cross-posted from Birds Are Smart, the winner of our Twitterific Flash Fantasy contest. She wrote a review of the great sex toy she won and gave me permission to repost it here. Enjoy!
It came in the mail last week. The Rock Chick I won from The Best Sex Bloggers for my Twitter-length story. I was pretty excited. I called him up right away. “I got my new toy!” I said.
“Whose toy?”
I hesitated. “It’s mine,” I said, “But you get to play with it.” (Have I mentioned I have a toddler in the house? I’m regressing rapidly.)
“I prefer to think of it as ours,” he said.
I accepted that. “Can I try it out?” I asked, eager to experiment. I’d already taken it out of the package. The pink silicone was softer than I’d expected. Since the vibrator is not integral, the whole C-shaped contraption is pliable. A little one-speed bullet fits in the end.
“Bring it tomorrow,” he said, “I might want to watch.”
“Tomorrow?” I said, disappointed. “Not now?” I fiddled with the bullet, making it buzz against my hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting ahead of yourself? Go put it in your handbag now so you can show it to me tomorrow.”
I wrapped it in a plastic bag. You could still sort of see the shape, if you looked in my bag. I’m not in the habit of carrying anything like that! All the next day I was hyper-aware of what my bag contained. That fleshy pink curve with the vibrating tip: even if you didn’t know what it was, it would look obscene.
Dinner time could not come soon enough for me. I always look forward to seeing him, and the promise of after-dinner adventures made it hard to sit still at my desk.
We had a late dinner. When we’d arrived at the restaurant, the lot was full of cars, but when we left it was dark and only a few remained. His was the at the far end of the lot. We walked around it to the passenger side. “Let me hold that,” he said, taking my purse from my hand and setting it on the trunk of the car.
He pulled me against his chest for a kiss and I pressed the length of my body against him. His hands smoothed down my back, squeezing me closer, then caressed and cupped my ass. A little gasp of pleasure and desire escaped me. His big hands cradled my bottom, pulling me up onto my toes. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on mine. I twisted my body a little to rub my nipples back and forth across his chest.
He spun me around so I was leaning back against him. His hands slid under my shirt, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. I couldn’t help crying out. I heard a car door closing and a motor start across the lot. “That was the last car,” he murmured in my ear, breath warm and enticing. “Go ahead and moan, baby.”
He twisted my left nipple hard and I gasped. “That’s right,” he said. I tilted my head to the side, twisting up towards him for another kiss. And then I heard an unexpected buzz. I looked down again, at his right hand holding my Rock Chick, adjusting his grip after twisting the vibe to on. He bent us forward for a moment and his hand and the toy disappeared under my skirt. He pressed it against my panties. I could feel the vibration along the whole length of my labia. My legs shook.
“Take off your panties,” his voice said in my ear, low and matter of fact. I looked around. The lot was empty. There was a fence and another empty lot in front of us, some bushes to our left. “Go on,” he said encouragingly.
I did as he said, bending forward, leaning back against him for stability. I could feel him hardening against my ass and I stood up slowly, thinking I would let us both savor the moment. But as soon as I was upright again his fingers were my nipple and his teeth were on my neck and rational thought left me. He had the Rock Chick under my skirt again, smooth against my slipperiness, the vibe buzzing near my clit and the curved end pushing insistently against my cunt.
I tried to contain the sounds inside me. It wasn’t easy. The vibe was teasing me, the curved silicone slipping slowly between my pussy lips was the perfect size. It stretched me but slid in easily, and my hips pressed forward without my volition. He pressed it into me slowly. The vibe slipped away from my clit and I made a little mew of disappointment. But as the curved end reached its target, the straight end lay fully against my labia and clit, transmitting vibrations that I could barely withstand.
His arm around my chest tightened as my knees began to buckle. His hand slowly rocked the vibe forward and back. Or maybe that was the motion of my hips. The curve against my G-spot hurt. I couldn’t form any words to say so. The intensity of the inner and outer stimulation was beyond my tolerance. I was trying to twist away from him, to pull myself forward and down to the ground. Pleasure exploded through me and I heard myself half sobbing, half screaming.
His grip on me never slackened. He held the Rock Chick still inside me as my orgasm subsided. I lay back against him, panting. I could hear him whispering in my ear, “Good girl, I love it when you cum for me, good girl,” and I realized he’d been talking to me all along.
The Rock Chick was still wedged against my clit and G-spot. He moved it a little. A jolt went through my body. He pushed it more firmly against me. I moaned and braced my legs. He began rocking it back and forth again. And again, almost instantly, the intensity ratcheted up past what I could bear. My head thrashed back and forth. My elbow banged the car. My body pitched forward against his arms as I groaned and yelled and came.
“Are you okay?” he asked me, pulling me gently back against his shoulder. The Rock Chick didn’t fall out as he spared an arm to smooth back my hair.
I tried hard to make my lips form a Yes.
“Yes?” he repeated. “You’re okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed, nestling my head under his chin.
He kissed the side of my head. “Ready for one more?” he asked.
“No!” I said. This time the word burst out of me.
“Yes,” he said. “One more for me.”
“No!” I said again, but his hand was already back on that diabolical toy.
I felt weak as a kitten but still my back arched. He turned me around so I was bent forward over the hood of the car and I collapsed onto it gratefully. He lifted the back of my skirt. I could feel the night air cool against my damp skin. He shifted me forward a little, so my pelvis was against the side of the car, forcing the Rock Chick’s still strongly-buzzing vibe tight against me.
I could feel my juices running down my leg. His hands were squeezing my bare ass. I was still mumbling “No, no.”
“No?” he said. “Okay, baby.” His hand landed on my ass with a firm smack. The impact pushed me against the car, changing the angle of the Rock Chick, jolting it against my G-spot. I yelled. He smacked me again, just above my thigh. The sting felt wonderful, but the Rock Chick was making me desperate. I couldn’t stop saying no.
He kept spanking me, fast, sharp swats, moving over both my ass cheeks. Every blow drove me closer to orgasm. I was drooling. If I’d had any self-consciousness left I would have felt embarrassed about the grunts and cries I was making, about my naked ass being reddened in a public parking lot, about the fact that I was cumming, again, clawing at the car trying to find something to hold onto, thrusting my hips against the fender, yelling inarticulate syllables at the top of my lungs.
As my orgasm subsided he slipped the Rock Chick out of me. He bent forward over me, holding and covering me. My cheek rested on the car hood. My cunt ached and my ass tingled. His hand covered my head, grounding me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, his voice and his breath bringing me back to the world.
“Ready to stand up?” he asked at last. I sighed. I was a bit stiff. Still, part of me wanted to rest there all night. He helped me get up.
“I think I like our new toy,” he said, as he helped me straighten my clothes. “Thank you for winning it for us.”
“Thank you for helping me test it out,” I answered. He opened the car door for me and settled me in my seat. “Let’s go back to your house and I can show you how grateful I am.”
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Postscript:
I know the theory of the Rock Chick is to sit up and rock back and forth. I like that ok. But the reason I reserve it for times I’m all alone in the house involves me laying on my stomach, maybe on top of a pillow. That thing just makes me too damn loud! I’ve never had such wild orgasms on my own before. Of course, I don’t do it without permission. So in a way, someone’s always listening.
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