tagBDSMDancing at the Ivy Ch. 02

Dancing at the Ivy Ch. 02

For the next two weeks, Shane thought of little except the two V girls: quiet, watchful Veronica, and strong, dominant Victoria.

How she had taken her pleasure from him, hurt and humiliated him.

Threatened him.

He had done as commanded, giving his wife multiple orgasms before forcing her to satisfy him.

And it had.

For a time.

Then he would find himself thinking, dreaming of them.

His wife didn't know or suspect anything.

His wife.

Such a plain girl.

Mousy brown hair, soft brown eyes, she had the look of a deer in headlights.

Plain lips, average breasts, average body, there was nothing special to her. Just her name.

A family that made the headlines regularly.

A family of fashion, cosmetics, and jewellery designers.

Mary Jane Innocee was part of a family that had more money, per person, than even Shane knew what to do with.

From the moment her learned her name, he desired it all. He had wooed her, run off with her, and had married her.

He expected her family to either give them a nice amount of money, to keep her in a style befitting a member of their family, or to pay him off, to leave her life for good.

Instead he found out that she had been disinherited.

The only way her family would give her any money, was if she became pregnant, and that was next to impossible.

For starters, he was sterile. His early forays into sexuality, he had believed like many others that he was bullet proof. By the time he found out that he had contracted a sexually transmitted infection, it had been too late. He didn't even want children, horrible small people.

Secondly, Mary had some medical problem that would affect her ability to conceive. He had never paid a great deal of attention to her at the time.

So he was married to a girl he neither loved nor liked, couldn't get hold of her families money, and they wouldn't pay him to leave.

The only reason he stayed was that she gave great head, and let him use her anyway she wanted.

So he thought about the only girls who drove him crazy.

Veronica and Victoria.

When Mary announced that her cousins wanted to take them to dinner, he hardly listened.

He had missed the names.

And he couldn't ask for them, it would give him away.

He was stuck with waiting till Friday night to find out which cousins they were having dinner with.

The night of the dinner arrived. Shane was dressed in his best suit, black jacket, tie, pants and shoes, white shirt. Mary wore her red cocktail dress, with black heels.

Her cousins had arranged a car for to take them to the fancy French restaurant so they could both drink.

At the restaurant, they slid out of the car, to be greeted by an identical man and woman.

Both were tall, blue eyed, with long auburn hair and full red lips.

She wore a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that fell just below her arse, with blue heels. He wore a midnight blue silk shirt, with ice blue tie, black pants and shoes.

Shane was stunned speechless.

It wasn't either of the V girls, it was two very attractive Innocee heirs.

"I'm Alexander," the man introduced himself, gestured to the lady. "And this is my sister, Alexis. You must be Shane." He extended his hand for Shane to shake.

Alexander escorted Mary to the table, Alexis silently following, and Shane trailed behind, ignored.

Dinner was much the same.

Alexander asked Mary question after question about herself, work and her marriage. Alexis ate in silence, looking merely mildly amused by the whole thing, while Shane was ignored. Any question he asked was ignored, and none were directed to him.

Alexander ordered, after a lengthy discussion about which was better (the lamb, steak, pork, or fish) with Mary (Alexis sat silently), for himself, Mary and Alexis in fluent French, leaving Shane to stumble through the menu, the waiter waiting impatiently.

Dessert was the same.

Shane excused himself, but he needn't have bothered. None of the others listened, or gave the slightest indication of caring.

So Shane grumbled all the way to the restroom, grumbled as he found the first empty stall, grumbled as he shut and locked the door, as he dropped his pants and sat.

Then the lights went out.

Shane swore, loudly.

He pulled up his trousers, taking care not to hurt himself, and fumbled for the lock.

He barely left the stall, when something was shoved over his head, his hands bound behind him, and he was pushed out by strong hands.

He was led out the back, through the kitchen, to a car.

Pushed in, and driven away.

After driving for sometime, the car stopped.

A door opened and he was pulled out, pulled along a path, up some stairs.

He tripped, was but pulled roughly to his feet.

Into a house.

One person held him, while another stripped his clothes from his body. Then he was tied to, something.

Suddenly the sack was gone.

Shane was momentarily blinded by the bright light. A few blinks, and he was able to see.

Standing a couple of meters in front of him, in a pair of white knee high socks, black leather shoes, white blouse, back skirt, with her blonde hair in pig tails and looking the picture of innocence, was Victoria.

Before he could speak, Shane noticed other people around the room, all standing in small groups.

All were dressed in uniform like costumes.

Some looked like lawyers, some innocent students, others rebellious, even slutty students. Some looked like prostitutes, some looked like they were heading to the beach. And still more personified the 'dominant' and 'submissive' roles.

He alone was stark naked.

The gathering were all silent, but there was an underlying tension in the air that made Shane nervous.

Very nervous.

And perhaps, for the first time in his life, little scared.

Victoria shattered the silence.

"You are here to learn to be a proper man, and a proper husband," she announced. "Or you can leave, and we will expose you."

"Expose what?" Shane demanded.

There were angry murmurs floating around the room.

Victoria silenced them with a glance.

"As a wife beater. You will be arrested, tried and will go to jail."

"Blackmail is an adults' game, little girl," he sneered.

"Enough," a powerful and educated male voice demanded. "If that is how you feel, let me present you with your choices." The owner of the voice was a tall, powerfully built man, with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes.

"You can be exposed to your family, friends and community as a wife beater. You will lose your job, go to jail, lose all respect and you will be issued with divorce papers. Or. You can undergo training to make you a fit husband for an Innocee daughter. You will have money, power and respect. To give you some idea of what that will involve, you have tonight as a trial. Victoria will continue the training she began with you the last time you met. Tomorrow I will come for your decision." The man turned to go. "Everyone else, please leave. Victoria will be fine."

He shot Shane a parting glance. "Should you fight, attempt to hurt Victoria or try to escape, prison will seem preferable to what will happen to you."

"What's going on?" Shane demanded.

"Tonight is a taste. Tomorrow will bring answers," Victoria said.

Then she slapped him across the face with surprising strength.

"That," she spat, "was for speaking out of turn. From now on, you will call me Mistress. You will do what I say, when I say it. If I punish you, and I will, you will thank me for it. You will remember that I have given up my valuable time to train you. Am I understood?" She demanded.

But Shane wasn't going to give in that easily.

"No, it isn't. I haven't done anything wrong."

She smiled. "I hoped you'd say that. But it is part of the training."

Then there was a whip in her hand, and a pain down his leg.

She had hit him, so fast that it took a few moments to him to register the pain.

"Bitch," he swore.

"That is Mistress to you," she reprimanded. And hit him again.

Again, and again.

She paused to admire the red marks appearing on his leg. Then she hit him another five times.

"Now, I'm going to hit your other leg, you will count for me. If you miss a count, I'll add ten more. Understood?"

He nodded.

"Good. We shall start with ten lashes."

"Two. Three. Four."

"Five." His voice was getting desperate.

"Six. Seven. Eight. Nine."

"Ten." Shane had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Very good," Victoria cooed. "Now the last time I saw you, I gave you a very simple instruction. Do you remember it?" She asked.

"Yes," Shane whimpered.

How could he forget?

After walking him to her door, and having him thank her for the best sex of his life (and it had been), Victoria instructed him to go home to his wife and to "give her the best sex of her life, and if she doesn't come at least three times, I really shall have to punish you some more."

"Did you do it?"

"Yes," he answered, hesitantly.

"Why did you hesitate?"

Shane remained silent.

"I can be a kind Mistress, Shane, giving no more punishment than necessary. But I can also be cruel. Which would you prefer, Shane? Kind or cruel?"

"Kind," Shane answered meekly.

"Then tell me what I want to know."

"I did as you told me to. I gave Mary multiple orgasms. But after, I took my own pleasure from her. I forced her to take my cock in her mouth, till I came. Then I fucked her arse."

"I am glad you told me. I would know if you lied to me. But I didn't tell you, you could take your pleasure, did I?"

"No, you didn't."

"For that, I will need to consider a special punishment. In the meantime, I will teach you somewhat of what you will undergo, should you decide to stay.

"Now, if I release your hands, will you hurt me?"

"No," Shane shook his head.

Victoria unbound Shane's hands.

Then she walked back to the spot he had first seen her.

"Come here, Shane." Her voice was soft, yet demanded obedience.

Shane walked to her.

She slapped him across the face. "You crawl, unless given permission to walk. Go back and do it again."

Shane did as he was instructed. He walked back to the beam, that he had been tied to, and crawled to Victorias' feet.

"Very good. Stay on your knees."

She walked around him, till she stood at his rear.

"I am going to whip you again, you shall count. If you miss a count, I will add ten more to the total. At every five hits, you will thank me. I shall do twenty hits, and we shall go from there. And you shall remember to call me Mistress, every time you address me.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shane replied.

"We shall begin." And she hit his arse.

Two. Three, Four.

"Five. Thank you, Mistress."

"Six. Seven. Eight. Nine."

"Ten. Thank you, Mistress," Shane gasped out.

Whack, went the whip and Victoria barely heard the "Eleven," that he croaked out.

"You shall speak loudly and clearly, so I can hear you or I shall add ten more." She instructed.

And she continued.

"Twelve. Thirteen."

Fifteen. Shane missed the count.

"That is another ten. What were we at?"

Shane tried to speak. Took a deep breath and breathed out the number.

"Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen."

"Twenty. Thank you, my Mistress."

"Very good Shane. Did you enjoy your punishment?"

Shane surprised himself, by answering that, yes, he had.

And his naked cock was proof of his enjoying her attention. He was very erect. Very hard.

"You are surprised." Victoria moved to his side. "It is strange, just how often a man finds himself aroused by being dominated by a woman. You are not the first I have trained. Nor the first who has been aroused by my punishment."

Victoria pulled his chin up so their eyes met. "My job is to turn you into a suitable husband for my cousin. If I punish you, it is not merely for the pleasure seeing your pain brings. It is also so you may give her much joy. And, the other women of our family."

"Mistress?" He asked.

"It will all be explained tomorrow. When you tell Jean Michael your answer."

Victoria pulled a chair closer to Shane, and sat.

"For your reward, you may bring yourself to climax."

Shane fell to his knees, he slid onto his back, and slowly, tentatively touched his hard cock.

A look of relief passed over his face, as his touching became firmer. Then harder.

He jerked his cock up and down, spreading the precome all over his member. His movements became harder and faster.

It did not take long for his movements to become jerky. Victoria could see that he was close to his climax.

Then it happened. Three long squirts of semen. Over his hand and the floor.

Victoria allowed the man a moment to get his breath back before getting his attention.

"So you see, I am not so heartless. Do as instructed, accept the punishment you have earned and you are rewarded."

Shane didn't know what to think. What to do.

This girl, was dominating him and while they both enjoyed his rebellion, he enjoyed submitting more.

"Do you have a question, my pet?" Victoria asked him.

"Yes, Mistress. Why?"

Shane nodded. "All this. Why?"

"That is probably the best question I have been asked, by all those I have trained." Victoria slid down her seat, to sit on the floor beside Shane.

"Why. Why does a man force a woman to give him satisfaction? Why does a man take his pleasure from a woman? Don't answer, my pet.

"We made a decision to not be victims. We don't hurt to make ourselves feel better. We do it because we recognise the desire to be dominated, and to dominate. To learn one, you must know the other."

Victoria left herself lay on the ground.

"You yourself showed signs of being a perfect submissive. So assured in public. So dominant in your desires. We knew you'd take to being dominated so well."

"We?" Shane asked.

"Oh, yes. Mary picked you. When we ran background checks on you, we knew we'd have to take a different path with you.

"You see most are trained before they marry into our family. But we knew you'd do a runner if we tried it that way. So, instead she played the naive, demure girl that you noticed. We knew that the chance at marrying into the wealthy and powerful Innocee family would make her irresistible to you. Sweet Mary.

"Then you married her, found out that nothing was going according to your plan. And you came to the Ivy looking for something young and pretty. You found Veronica and I, as you were supposed to. That was to determine if we were right. And we were.

You enjoyed having us dominate you. You got off on satisfying me.

Did you enjoy your wife after me?"

Shane shook his head. "At the time. But after, I couldn't get what you did to me out of my mind."

"We seek to broaden your horizons. Your perspective. New possibilities were suddenly open to you. Something that you didn't even know you wanted. But now you craved it. Something that Mary couldn't give you. Something that you thought wrong."

Victoria's skirt rode up her thigh, revealing the black g-string she wore underneath. The sight made Shane groan, and his cock grow.

"You like serving me, don't you?" Victoria cooed.

"Yes, Mistress." Shane groaned.

Victoria laughed. "I do hope you will stay with Mary. She asked me specially to train you.

She likes the best, sweet cousin Mary, does."

Shane's look of surprise made Victoria laugh again. "Oh, yes. Mary likes you a great deal. But you have a long way to go before you can be a suitable consort for her.

If you choose to stay with us, I shall be your Mistress. Veronica shall occasionally assist me. Mary may choose to watch or not. But you will obey me, before anyone else.

I do not tolerate disobedience, nor do I tolerate interference. Fortunately the others know that.

"Enough talk, for now. Suck me," Victoria commanded.

Shane crawled to her, lowered his head to her pussy and began.

While breathing softly on her panty clad pussy, he pulled the skimpy piece of fabric from her body.

He pressed his lips to her pussy lips and sucked, starting gently and slowly, but increasing his speed, and pressure.

Victoria groaned in delight, but didn't thrash like any other woman when having her pussy eaten.

Shane drank deeply of her flowing juices, listening to her moans and groans, to ensure she was pleased with him. He did not want her to be disappointed with him. He did not want another lashing.

While sucking on the sweet pussy, Shane realised that if it pleased Victoria to hurt him, he would willingly let her. The thought frightened him.

What if something more than a mere beating would be her desire. Especially since he had used Mary. He had been promised a special punishment.

Victoria had gone silent. He had not been applying himself properly to the task, and now he would be punished.

Fortunately for Shane, Victoria wanted another form of stimulus.

"On your back," she ordered. "I am going to straddle your cock. You will wait until I give permission for you to come. If you disobey me, I will punish you.

Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shane nodded, as he moved to obey.

Victoria settled herself on Shane's cock, resting her thighs comfortably on each side.

Then she moved, slow and steady at first, then faster, and faster, not caring what it took Shane to maintain his control.

Orgasm after orgasm rocked through Victoria's body as she angled herself in the best position for her pleasure. Finally, she rolled herself off the hot and hard red cock, onto the floor at his side, before ordering him to reach orgasm by stroking himself.

Once he had recovered from the orgasm, Shane glanced at the girl.

"Thank you, Mistress."

She nodded, her attention not on him, but on the wall behind him.

Shane turned to look, and noticed a clock. It was well into the early hours of the morning. Nearly five a. m

Victoria gave a sigh.

"Jean Michael and the others will be here soon. They will take you to get cleaned up, and to rest for a few hours. Then you will give your answer."

Shane returned his attention to Victoria. "What is the worst that will happen to me if I stay?"

Victoria thought about the question and sighed. "Every case is different. I can't say for certain. For punishment, I use obvious forms: withholding affection, whips, and the like. But there may be times I order you to do something. You will always have the option of refusing any of my orders. But if you do that, your punishment will be severe."

"But I can refuse?" Shane asked.

"You can," Victoria slowly replied. "But you might find that you enjoy pleasing me, more than you enjoy my anger."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Enter," Victoria called.

Jean Michael and three other men entered.

"Any problems, Victoria?" Jean Michael asked.

She shook her head, still reclining on the floor. "He behaved himself. I am pleased."

"These men will show you where you can get yourself cleaned up, and rest. I will send for you at 10 a.m." Jean Michael then turned to Victoria and offered her a hand.

She gracefully took it and he helped her to rise. He helped her out of the room, closely followed by Shane and his three attendants.

The men led Shane to a large bathing room, where there were large tubs lined up along one wall. One had been filled already, and it was here that Shane was assisted into.

The men silently assisted Shane to clean his aching body. Grateful for the help and silence, Shane moved when they indicated that he should.

He was too stunned, tired and dazed by the evenings' events to think that it was men helping him wash. Who could see him completely naked.

Once clean, they helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a soft, pure white terry robe, then led him to a darkened room with a single bed.

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103.3 The FIx


Erm… Oops


Written by tony

16 Oct 2003

I was wandering around the house like a zombie and I just couldnt get this guy out of my mind. If ever there was an opportunity to have a bi expeirience it was with him and I just fucked it up.

What happened next was just what fantasies are made of! There was a knock at the door and yes, you guessed it ....the delivery guy had come back! He told me that his last drop was not in and that he diddnt want to go back to the depot or they would send him on another drop. He said that If I wanted he could give me a hand to assemble the furniture that he had just delivered. I must have seemed a little too eager because he smiled at me in a very knowing way and said he was nipping to the van to get some tools.

When we were in the bedroom he was like a different bloke. cocky, arrogant and very forward. He walked straight up to me and grabbed hold of my crotch which was already throbbing. then he put his other hand round the back of my neck and pulled me staight to his mouth and snogged me. The thought of two blokes snogging has always been a big turn off to me but I just couldnt stop him, although i was trying to pull away my lips were on fire and my body just went limp. I started to shake like fuck. I was so fucking turned on every nerve ending was tingling and my balls were buzzing in the limited space they shared with my throbbing cock. Pre cum was soaking through my pants and through my jeans. His stubble was rubbing my face and realy fucking hurt but I diddnt care. I wasnt going to stop this guy no matter what the sacrifice! My arms were pulling him tight to me and my hands were exploring his hot, broad, naked back. The smell of him filled my nostrels, a mixture of sweat, soap powder, and man.....pure man.

His right hand moved swiftly round to my arse and pulled our bodies even closer together. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me and I wanted it!

I forced my hand inbetween us and struggled to find his flies. We were breathing through our noses like two angry bulls, fast, hard and loud. His tonge was fighting with mine to gain access to each others mouth and our faces were wet with saliva.

My hand was still struggling to rip open his flies so he pushed me against the bed room wall and used both his hands to rip his pants open and release his angry cock his tonge never missed a stroke.

He grabbed my hand placed it on his cock. It was fucking massive! and I meen massive! It was long, it was thick but it was also realy heavy. I wanted to shout "fucking hell" but all I could manage was a groan into his mouth.

His hand came back to my shoulder and forced me down and I came face to face with his monster cock. It was uncut and full of pre cum. I pulled back the skin and swallowed as much of his meat as I could, sucking and licking as much pre cum as he could produce and belive me there was plenty!

He gripped my head with both of his hands and face fucked me. My lips were already numd from all the snogging and I was struggling to maintain the suction without making loud slurping sounds. He was moaning like fuck now and within a couple of strokes his dick was pumping a huge wad of spunk in my mouth I was trying to swallow as quickly as I could but it was spilling out and running down my face. He stood for a moment panting with his hand and his forehead resting against the wall while I lapped up the rest of his load. He was still convulsing and twitching and his dick was starting to soften.

He once again put both hands round my head and pulled me back up to his face and snogged me again then moved his hands down to my pants and started to undo them. He pulled out my throbbing cum wet dick and squeezed it hard. The feeling of those hands round my prick was increadable and even though I am a "big lad" my dick was dwarfed by his hands.

Suddenly he spun me round to face the wall and started to tugg my dick. He pulled of my cum staind T. shirt and pressed his firm chest against my back, biteing,licking and chewing my neck and wanking me like crazy. It was all too much and I just exploded all over the bed room wall. I have never had an orgasm like it before it was incredable! my legs were like jelly and I felt realy light headed. I just wanted to stay there frozen like stone for ever! Totaly satisfied.

After a while the guilt and embarasment started to kick in and He started to button up and make his excuses. giving me one last snog before he left he pushed something into my pocket.

He winked and smiled as he drove away and I have never seen him since.

A couple of days later I was watching the T.V when the wife came in and said "Here I have just found this in the pocket of your jeans" handing me a fiver! My smile must have looked ridiculous because she said "god its only a fiver" Maybe so but I will never spend it!!


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Tidal Wave on a Blind Date

byRogue Writer©

I turned to her. "I'm sorry." I started fixing my hair, regretful of not finding a mirror. "God I must look like hell."

Josie smiled and said, "Actually you look cute." Once again her face and the smile that sat on it took my breath away. Now I could actually feel that my pulse was racing.

"I look cute?" I smiled and held out a lock of wet hair. "For what? A drowning victim on that Law & Order show?"

She paused, and then said, "For my date. I've seen dry women who don't make me swoon like you do."

My jaw dropped open and I sat there as frozen as when I was waiting for Josie. She turned her head away with a sheepish smile on her face. Finally I said, "I'm not sure if I should say thank you or offer my first born."

Josie laughed. "I'll take the thank you. Not interested in kids."

"Me neither, but I'd have one if you were."

"Ladies," the driver said, "this is all very fuckin' sweet. But I'm losing out on fares. Is there an address I can take you to?"

I said, "Yeah, it's-"

Josie broke in, "Just head to the West Side Highway. I'll guide you from there." She looked at me. "No arguments."

Not that I would have. That smile, her face...I'd have gone anywhere.

Anywhere turned out to be a factory-turned-condos building on Washington Street. I paid the fare despite Josie's arguments, and when we got out of the cab I could see that Josie was around my height, about five foot six. Inside the foyer I felt like we'd moved into another dimension. The building entrance and hallways were well lit and paneled with blonde wood that looked new, and the place looked like it was cleaned and vacuumed very often.

"Nice place." I said as we rode the elevator to the tenth floor. "Can't imagine what they rent for,"

"Me neither. I'm apartment sitting. In a month I'll probably be squatting again."

Her last statement prompted so many questions that I decided not to bother. Something told me I'd have plenty of time with Josie to find out all about her. When we got to the apartment Josie pulled out a key chain with at least twenty-five keys on it, all of them with color tags or tape with writing. I'd have to ask about those too...but later.

The door opened to a brick lined living room with a ceiling at least fifteen or twenty feet high. There was a U-shaped sectional couch, a coffee table the size of my bed, a stereo next to a CD rack, a bookcase, and a huge flat screen TV mounted to the wall. On the opposite wall there was a huge window, and despite being only ten stories up we could see over some smaller buildings before the view was blocked by a much taller one. The other two walls were covered with framed movie posters. Some of them were classics but most were for more recent films of the B grade horror variety. As we walked in I said, "Owner's a big movie fan."

"Actually she works in the movies. Special effects. She's on one right now in the Canadian woods. Won't be back for another month."

"And she pays you to watch her place?"

Josie made a face. "She doesn't exactly pay me...it's more like a mutually beneficial situation."

I smiled. "Uh huh."

"It doesn't involve sex! You have got a dirty mind hiding behind that innocent face. No, we met at a gallery opening and she liked one of my paintings. We got to talking and I mentioned that I was between places and voila!"

My eyebrows rose. "You're a painter?"

The smile came back and her face practically exploded with glee. "Oh yes! Painting is my passion and my career. I don't make shit for money, but I love it and I'm not going to stop, even if I don't..." She made quotation marks with her fingers. "Make it."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, that dammed feeling that I wasn't ready for this came back over me. It was followed by an overwhelming urge to make an excuse for why I had to leave. And that's when I heard panting. Up walked the cutest little dog I'd ever seen; so small and compact it could almost fit in my hands. It looked up at me with the saddest little eyes.

"Oooohhh!" I squealed. "How cute!"

Josie kneeled down and started stroking the dog's hair. "This is Fearie, she's my little sweetheart. Aren't you? Aren't you my little sweetheart?" She kissed Fearie on the nose. I knelt down and Josie said, "Say hello to our guest little Fearie."

I reached out to pet the precious dog, and just as my hand got to her head Fearie showed her teeth, uttered a deep growl that sounded like it came from the pit of Hell itself, and started barking at me with the viciousness of a dog eighty times her size. Suddenly I was back on my feet.

"It's okay," Josie said with a smile on her face. "Fearie just likes to play around."

The dog lunged as I reversed until my back hit the wall. At this point Fearie wasn't exactly barking and not exactly growling, she had somehow combined the two into a sound akin to a hellhound on its worst day. She looked at me with these dead dark eyes that seemed to swallow the light around them and gnashed her teeth at me like she was showing off the tools she would later use to peel my skin off.

Josie got up and calmly walked into the living room. "Don't worry, her bark is worse than her bite."

I wasn't exactly comforted by that thought. While I don't know much about dogs, of one thing I was certain -- if Fearie had the chance she'd climb up my body and chew my face to shreds, stopping along the way to rip off one of my breasts.

Josie put her keys on the table and said, "Fearie!"

The little dog turned and ran towards her owner. Josie leaned down and petted the now docile animal, which licked Josie's face with tenderness. As I stood there waiting for my heart rate to drop below a thousand, I was dumbstruck at how oblivious Josie was to the lethal nature of her dog.

Josie looked up from her 'sweetheart' and said, "I can imagine you want to get out of that dress and take shower."

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Josie pointed down the hallway. "It's down there at the end. Feel free to use the shampoo and soap and stuff, it's all mine. I'll go get you something dry to wear. And prepare yourself for the bathroom, it's a little weird." She didn't explain anything beyond that.

Weird didn't cover it. At first everything seemed normal when I opened the door and was greeted with an old style bathroom, all white with a claw foot tub that doubled as a shower, tile on the floor and halfway up the wall until paint finished the distance to the ceiling. What stopped me was the shower curtain. It was opaque white with the silhouette of a matronly looking woman holding up what looked like a large kitchen knife in striking position.

I looked down. The rug was black with a strange white line pattern on it, and it took me a moment to notice that said pattern was in the shape of a human body, like how police outline the dead ones. This was starting to freak me out. For a second I considered skipping the shower, but things were going good with Josie and if they started getting better the last thing I wanted was to literally smell like a New York City street.

When I shut the door something behind it caught my eye and I jumped. It was another framed movie poster, Alfred Hitchcock's 'Psycho'. Suddenly the freak show bathroom made more sense. I climbed out of the dress, which was even harder than putting it on because now it was wet, then looked at the curtain and felt a moment of trepidation as I pulled it aside...and found nothing in the shower but a shower.

I made the water hot and stepped under the stream for my second shower in so many hours, and this one felt better than the first. My shoulder muscles relaxed for the first time in...well days I guess. This date had had me so nervous, so stressed out that I didn't realize how tense my body had become. The shampoo and conditioner were way off-brand stuff, so cheap that after I washed my hair I realized I needed to do it again to get the smell out. I felt bad for using so much shampoo, and that made me think about Josie. She was an interesting character. A starving artist who probably lived hand to mouth and kept a ferocious yet travel size animal. Even though I'd only been around her for about an hour I sensed so much of her personality...forceful yet understanding, tough yet sensitive, with equal doses of sweet and sexy.

Without even thinking about it, my hand had slid down to my pussy and my fingers started playing with my wiry black pubes. I thought about what it would be like to touch Josie's skin, to kiss her on the lips, to wrap my arms around her body. A finger slid over my clit as I continued to fantasize. Josie's tongue slips into my mouth, my hand slides over her breast. She slides the straps of the dress over my shoulders and I rip open her blouse and send buttons flying everywhere. Her bra is red and lacy, fitting with her personality. She pulls away from me and stands up, unbuttons her pants and slides them off, revealing a red thong. Josie smiles that smile again and I melt again. Then she goes to take off the bra and panties and...what does she look like naked? I open my eyes, look around, and think about how Josie stands naked in here everyday. That turns me on even more.

I cup my right breast and squeeze as I slide a finger inside my hole. Moving it slowly in and out, I close my eyes and imagine Josie standing here, washing her naked body, maybe even masturbating like I am. My thumb and forefinger pinch a nipple as I slide another finger inside, moving in and out and twirling around. The more I think of Josie, of her smile and her face, and not to mention her imaginary nude body, the harder I start pumping in and out of myself. I put a foot up on the side of the tub and bring my other hand from my breast down to my clit and massage it back and forth. I imagine Josie is the one touching me, stimulating me, first with her fingers and then with her mouth. Low, deep moans begin emanating from my throat like mating calls. Now I'm right on the edge.

Suddenly I hear a click. I open my eyes and look around to see if something fell. As my vision sweeps the tub and comes towards where I'm standing, they see nothing, nothing but me with my fingers in my crotch. That's when I really start to think about what I'm doing -- masturbating in a stranger's shower. Even worse -- masturbating in the middle of a first date. My shoulders slump at the thought of how pathetic I've become. And that's when I hear something again, an indistinguishable sound just outside the shower curtain. It's really hard to make out over the sound of the running water. I get really quiet and strain to hear something, anything. There! Again, like a rustling sound. I couldn't see beyond the opaque curtain with the oh-so-not-helping image on it of a woman with a knife. Maybe it was Fearie the Mad Dog here to rip off my face? I didn't want to ask who was there, because if it was Satan's hound she might attack.

Somehow I found the courage to inch towards the edge of the curtain. I pulled it back just enough to peer around it.

I screamed. Josie screamed. She stood there holding my dress.

"Wow you're jumpy!" she exclaimed

"In this bathroom, yes. I heard noises."

"So did I." Her face held no indication that she knew what I was doing. "Just wanted to tell you that I'm going to hang up your dress to dry. I was going to throw it in the dryer, but it's dry clean only."

I looked at the dress and said, "Stupid dress."

"I left you some clothes too. Hope you don't mind PJ's, but I figured we'd get comfortable." Josie pointed at the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet lid. That's when I noticed she wasn't wearing her date clothes anymore. She'd changed into a white T-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. Her feet were bare except for a gold toe ring on her right index toe. On the T-shirt was printed, "Nobody Knows I'm A Lesbian".

"I'm in love with comfortable."

She smiled. "Good. Interested in ordering some take-out?"

"That'd be great."

"Cool, I'll get out some menus. Sadly the Italian place around here sucks, but there are a few good Chinese places, if you're into that..."

I pointed at my face. "Do I look like I'm not?"

Josie laughed. "I just don't want to assume. I'm sure most of the take out around here probably doesn't compare to the home cooking you've had."

"And obviously you've never experienced my dad's cooking." I physically shuddered. "Ugh."

I finished showering and quickly dried and clothed myself. Josie left me a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a black T-shirt for some heavy metal band. Both were well worn and comfortable. I put my gold anklet back on, hoping that might bring me luck later.

Walking into the living room I heard Cat Power coming from the stereo. Josie was sitting on the couch and Fearie was right next to her. I made sure to sit on the other side of Josie, who was sipping from a large mug. She indicated another mug on the table. "I made us some hot chocolate, figured you needed something to warm you up."

"Thanks," I said and took a sip from the mug. It was good hot chocolate...spiked with something a little extra. I gave Josie a look that asked the question.

"I figured a little Peppermint Schnapps would warm you up even more."

We looked at a menu. Sitting so close to Josie I felt the heat from her body. Actually this all felt so good, being in a warm and cozy place, wearing comfortable clothing and ordering take-out. From the window lightning flashed, and looking at the harsh weather conditions outside caused a shiver through my body. Then came the thought that I shouldn't get too comfortable, a flash of Elizabeth ran through my head and I remembered how quickly things could go bad. My eyes squeezed shut and I shook my head to get rid of the thought. It passed, and taking a deep breath I opened my eyes and we went about deciding on way too much food. Josie got up to grab the phone and I suddenly found myself staring at the potential object of my demise. Fearie started growling and bared her teeth at me.

"Nice Fearie," I said with optimism and a smile. The animal must have taken that as a threat, because suddenly she jumped and I found myself diving to the other side of the couch. Josie was on the phone placing the order, and she didn't notice that I was on my back with my legs flying and kicking trying to fend off her dog. Somehow Fearie found an opening in my defenses and deftly pounced on top of my chest. I grabbed Fearie's ears to keep her head back as she came within an inch of biting off my nose. She kept lunging forward, her jaws snapping in an effort to take something away from my face. I held onto her ears for dear life, and every time those fangs got close I managed to twist her head away.

We struggled like that until Josie got off the phone and turned around. I thought for sure I was saved. But then Josie just smiled. "Glad you two are getting along. Fearie, are you hungry? You are, aren't you sweetheart? I'll get your dinner ready. "

From my viewpoint Fearie was already working on dinner. As Josie walked to the kitchen I tried to call out for help but Fearie sprang forward and my lower lip almost became her first course. This was a strong little dog, and she pushed in hard enough so that I had to turn my face away. Fearie was about to have my left cheek in her jaws when the sound of a can opener in the kitchen made her jump right out of my hands. The evil little creature scrambled into the kitchen and left me panting and sweaty. A few seconds later Josie walked out of the kitchen saying, "Sorry to break you two up. Wow, you really got into playing with her."

She must have been referring to my heavy breathing and sweaty face. I forced a smile. "I love animals," except the kind that belong in a cage.

Josie sat down with a slightly devious smile pointed at me. "So while we're waiting for food, I have five questions for Gretchen Wang."

I caught my breath and sat up. "Okay," I said with a hesitant tone, and hopefully, a cute look.

"What do you do for a living?"

"I work for a book publisher."

"Doing what?"

"And how old are you?"

Feigning an offended look I said, "A proper lady never reveals her age." Josie just stared at me. "Okay, twenty-nine. But I'm known to lie."

"Do you keep in contact with your family?"

"I call my parents once a week. My brother is in the military so we converse by email. My sister...not so much."

"Why not so much?"

"'Cause she only calls when she needs money."

Josie nodded. "Did you go to public school or private?"

I smiled. "That's more than five questions."

"Some of your answers were vague, ergo additional questions."

"So how many do we have to go?"

"This one and one more. Public or private?"

I sighed. "Private. So what's the last question?"

Josie looked right into my eyes. "Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?"

I smiled. "I'd mind terribly if you didn't."

Josie moved closer as our heads leaned in and our lips came together. There were two hesitant pecks, followed by two more confident kisses, followed by a joining of the mouths. Josie's tongue and mine were working hard together, my hands were caressing her back and hers were caressing my front. Her hand moved down slowly until it got to my left breast. She squeezed. I moaned. The phone rang.

Without breaking the kiss, Josie used her hands to guide me over until she could reach the phone on the table. She picked it up, hit the answer button, and then hit another button that I assumed buzzed in the delivery guy. She switched it off and tossed it on the other section of the couch. We continued kissing as Josie's hand again came to my breast, caressing it through the shirt. My nipples were hard at this point, and right when Josie pinched my nipple there was a knock at the door. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "To be continued later." She pinched my nipple again, and I moaned and rolled my eyes. Josie reached over and grabbed money she had lying on the table.

"Hey," I said. "Why don't you let me pay for this?"

"You paid for the cab. And don't think the squatting thing makes me a charity case."

I sighed. "Can I at least give the tip?"

The doorbell rang again. Josie smiled. "Don't worry, I'll cover that easy." She jumped up and as she skipped to the door she pulled off her T-shirt. Just before she opened the door she dropped her pajama bottoms. I couldn't believe it; she stood in front of the delivery guy buck-naked. The delivery guy was a beefy Asian kid with short spiky hair and a soft, friendly face. He didn't look shocked at all, but he did give her body a good once over before he said, "Hey Josie."

"Hey Ben. How're you?"

Ben was about to answer when his eyes caught me. "Apparently not as lucky as you."

"Well then here's something extra. Later, she and I are going to..." and she leaned over and started whispering in his ear. Ben's eyebrows rose slowly until they almost became an extension of his hairline. He smiled as Josie finished.

"Wow, good deal." And with a hangdog smile he said, "Guess there's not a chance I could watch, is there?"

With a broad smile and cheer in her voice, Josie said, "Not on your life."

Ben nodded and looked at me. "Well, you guys have fun."

She handed him the money and he handed her the food. The door shut and she walked back over with a smile on her face. Suddenly she stopped cold and stared at me like she just remembered I was there.

"Um...wow, I'm naked...in front of you."

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "You were naked in front of the delivery guy as well."

"Oh, Ben?" Josie gave a brief laugh. "Well, since I'm kind of on a tight budget I feel terrible about not always being able to tip, so I started nude tipping. You know, answer the door naked...better than nothing."

I looked down at her body. "From where I'm sitting, I think they like it better than a lot of things."

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Wet Together is an interesting couples' lube system that provides unique and effective sensations. However, it seems like Wet let the primary purpose of the lube (lubrication) slip to the wayside. As more and more couples are adding toys to their play (and silicone is becoming the material of choice) the use of a silicone lube for Her isn't ideal. Overall, Wet Together makes an interesting addition to the lotions/potions collection, but won't replace your primary lube of choice.

Effective warming and cooling sensations, small bottles for easy application, travel friendly.

His lube isn't very slick, her lube is hard to remove, neither lube is very multi-purpose.

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Wet Together is designed as a couples' product with a lube each for Him and Her. The blue bottle (For Him) is a glycerin lubricant that heats on contact with skin. The pink bottle (For Her) is a silicone lubricant that contains menthol to provide a cooling sensation. When His lube is applied to the penis and Her lube to the vulva, the two different lubricants together provide an enhanced degree of lubrication for PIV (penis in vagina) sex.

Though it is not immediately apparent on the product packaging, users should be aware that Her lube is silicone-based, so it should not be used with silicone toys or if you are planning to play with silicone toys during or following intercourse with the Her lube. Furthermore, users should be aware that His lubricant is 100% glycerin, which can be metabolized by microorganisms and may lead to yeast infections in some women. However, compared to some other warming lubes (such as by KY) Wet's lube does not contain honey or other sugars. Users should also be aware that glycerin is less appropriate for anal sex, due to a laxative effect it may have for some people. Though for intercourse, His lube might be limited in functionality, its warming effect can be useful in other ways, such as for a hot sensual massage.
  • Texture / Consistency / Thickness / Viscosity:

    As a 100% glycerin lube, His lube doesn't have a particularly smooth texture. Most glycerin lubes contain other ingredients that improve the feel of the lube, but as a warming lubricant pure glycerin provides the most warmth. The source of heat is actually due to a process that takes place as the glycerin mixes with water on the skin, producing an increase in temperature as the two liquids combine on the molecular level. Due to the lack of modifiers (which would reduce the heat of the reaction), His lube is somewhat thin in viscosity: it will run off where you applied the lube if you're not quick to spread it. Also, due to the lack of modifiers, the lube doesn't spread well and will bead up to some extent on the skin. Fortunately, the lube is in a small flip-top bottle that makes it easy to apply and quickly spread.

    As a silicone lube, Her lube is much more smooth in texture. It's about the same as His in terms of viscosity (about medium-thin) but spreads much more easily into an even layer on the skin. Her lube is also in the same style of bottle that makes application easy. Please note that silicone lubes are much different that water-based or glycerin lubes in that they require soap and water to remove. Some people love the long-lasting soft feeling on the skin from the residual silicone (a reason that silicone is found in most cosmetics) but some may be annoyed by having to shower to completely remove the silicone lubricant.

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  • Taste / Aroma:

    Because Wet Together was intended as a couples' intercourse lubricant system, it is not flavored. His lube is odorless. Her lube smells minty due to the menthol content (from peppermint extract). The mint aroma is moderate in intensity and not overwhelming. The bottles are both labeled "for cosmetic use only" so I did not taste them.

    In the Wet Together system, most of the lubrication factor comes from Her lube. His lube doesn't work particularly well in terms of lubrication; used for a handjob, His lube did provide lasting warmth, but the slipperiness faded quickly and became uncomfortable. Her lube, on the other hand, stays slippery indefinitely due to its silicone content. His lube will mostly wipe up with a towel or tissue, and can be removed completely with just water. Her lube requires soap and water to remove completely. Just tissues and/or just water will not remove Her lube.

    The set includes:
    • Two 2 fl. oz lubes - for Her and for Him
    Safety features:
    Hypoallergenic / L-Arginine free / Paraben free / Petro-chemicals free
    Special features:
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    Wet Together came packaged in a small plastic box that shows both the His and Her lubes through a clear window on the front of the box. The package is dominated by a blue and pink/purple motif. The bottles are safely tucked inside with reinforcements to keep them from bouncing around in the package. Furthermore, underneath the flip-top cap, each bottle is sealed from the factory, preventing leaks during shipping and providing evidence that the lubes have not been opened or tampered with.

    The packaging includes directions for applying and removing each lube as well as a statement that the lubes are latex compatible. The ingredients of each lube are listed on the package.

    Though the packaging makes it obvious that it is a sexual lubricant, it doesn't have any nude models or raunchy descriptions; overall the packaging is tasteful. A nice feature for travel is that His and Her bottles are small and are easily packable individually.

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  • Special Features:

    His lube is warming. When applied to the skin, the glycerin mixes with the water on the skin to produce heat.

    Her lube is cooling/tingling. The menthol from the added peppermint extract causes a cooling and tingling sensation in area its applied to, much like the sensation you get from chewing gum that contains menthol.

    My partner did not wish to try the Her lube on her parts, so I applied a bit to my outer anus (which experiences similar sensations to the vulva). The cooling sensation has a slight delay and then increased to a maximum sensation in about 30 seconds. Be careful not to apply too much, give time for the sensation to build before adding more of Her lube.

    His lube was not very slick. When used for a handjob it became uncomfortable after a few minutes due to the drag; I also felt like it was drying out my penis (which makes sense because the glycerin draws out moisture from the skin to produce heat). The warming sensation was pleasant though.

    Overall, I think I prefer a more natural-feeling lube, both for intercourse and outercourse. The glycerin His lube was not quite slippery enough to feel good and the silicone Her lube required an inconvenient trip to the shower to remove.

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Pleasure petals - traditional vibrator by NMC Ltd - review by Mwar

The Bees Are Just Too Damn High!

The Pleasure Petals isn't horrible, but it's not going to work for a lot of people. It's strong, but the Bees are just too damn high! If it was waterproof, it might have bumped up the toys rating. For me, it stands at a solid 3 stars.
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Rating by reviewer:
extremely useful review

Oh no, I wasn't vacuuming! That wouldn't be as loud! I was merely testing out the Pleasure Petals vibe by Nanma Manufacturing. This not-so-little vibe is a traditional shape designed with vaginal penetration in mind. While it doesn't have a specific G-spot tip, the Pleasure Petals can be angled for such stimulation. It can also be used externally to stimulate the clitoris, nipples, and other erogenous zones. This toy is too large to be used comfortably between partners during sex and is probably better suited to solo play or foreplay.

This toy is not really beginner friendly. The Pleasure Petals is too much for someone's first toy in terms of dimensions and texture. This could be a third or fourth toy (ever) for someone, so long as they are looking forward to some length, and texture. Intermediates might find some use for this toy due to its strength and price. More advanced players would be insulted if I suggested this toy for them. There are better quality toys that are both more silent and versatile than the Pleasure Petals.

The Pleasure Petals is not a good candidate for those who live with others or are looking for discretion. Since it's not waterproof, this toy can't be whisked to the shower, so the noise can't even be drowned out by running water. While it is considerably more silent when inside the vagina, this toy sounds like a mini weed whacker outside the body. I dare say that an apartment that shares a wall with you could here this toy going. Unless you live alone with lots of space between you and the next guy, please, move on from this one!

The Pleasure Petals is not designed, nor intended for anal play. It lacks a flared base and while it would take effort to get this size toy lost in your body, the texture makes it an unseemly choice for impromptu anal play.
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Material / Texture

I've done a review on a toy remarkably similar to the Pleasure Petals, the Sex in the Shower waterproof vibe. Other than size and waterproofing, the toys have the same feel and texture. They are by different companies, which makes me think one company was "inspired" by the other. Or perhaps Sportsheets and NMC are related in some way and have the same mother company (my preliminary research didn't turn this up, but who knows). The design is exactly the same! Check it out:

What's interesting is that the product page states that the toy is made from plastic, but I think there is some form of coating on the toy. It feels very similar to toys that have PU (polyurethane) coatings (or something similar). Either way, most of these coatings are meant to protect the plastic and make the toy last longer. They are generally phthalate and latex free, two likely causes for allergic reactions for sensitive individuals.

Regardless, the Pleasure Petals ranks as an 8 on the material safety scale. It is non-porous, so bacteria and other baddies can't make a home inside this toy.

There is definite texture on the Pleasure Petals. Here's a picture of it. I purposely angled the toy downward in an attempt for you to be able to see how much the design sticks out of the toy.

The design is very pretty and refreshing on an otherwise plain toy. The designs are not symmetric, so the pattern you see on one side of the toy is different on the other. The flower and vine pattern is quite lovely to see...

But not necessarily feel...

If you are a texture person, you'll probably like the Pleasure Petals. For those who have normal to high sensitivity, this toy will probably be too much if you're not careful. One word of advice: LUBE! Even your natural fluids may not be enough to deal with the texture of this toy, especially if you decide to turn/twist it while it is inside. It is easier to manage with slow, gentle movement that doesn't have a twist. The toy is also rigid and will not yield in any way. So it will stay where you direct it. In general, you have been warned! The texture of this toy is not beginner friendly. More advanced texture people might get something out of this, but there are better quality toys on the market (or glass).

There is no overt odor or taste to the Pleasure Petals.
    • Not porous at all

Design / Shape / Size

Other than the floral pattern and design, the Pleasure Petals is very traditional. The shape is basically phallic with a tapered tip to ease insertion. After the taper, it's basically a cylinder.

The toy is long compared to other toys. The Pleasure Petals is 7 inches long with an insertable length of 6.5 inches. It isn't too girthy though and clocks in at 4 and a quarter inches around its widest point. If you can manage the texture, the length makes the toy a candidate for thrusting. Here's a picture of it compared with some other toys and a pencil:

From left to right: Pencil, Pleasure Petals, Nite Warmer (bleh), and Clitoral Hummer (good toy).

Overall, it's the texture, not the size of the toy that keeps it away from the "beginner" tier. The size of this toy doesn't make it the best candidate for travel, but it can be thrown in a bag or large purse. It does have a bit of heft to it compared to other toys because it take C batteries. It also doesn't hurt to remove the batteries during travel so the Pleasure Petals doesn't accidentally turn on during transit.

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to mention discretion, right? Okay... well, it's best to insert this toy before turning it on. On the lower setting, it's not as loud, at about 2-3 Bees when it's inserted. However, this toy is a solid 4 Bees when outside the body and cranked up high. If you need intense vibrations to orgasm and like some discretion, this isn't going to work.

Functions / Performance / Controls

The Pleasure Petals has simple controls. It has a turn dial at its base. Turn the dial a bit and the toy will turn on its lowest setting. At its lowest setting, the Pleasure Petals is about 2-3 Vrooms. Crank this baby up and you have a solid 4 Vrooms. The intensity of the vibrations increase by how much you turn the dial. The vibrations are standard/continuous.

While I'm not a fan of C batteries, they certainly give this toy power. The vibrations are deep and rumbly. If I turn the Pleasure Petals on high and put it in my hand, I can feel the vibrations go up my forearm. Yes, my forearm. The motor for the toy is located closer toward the base of the toy. The vibrations are stronger in the center/middle of the toy than the tip, but this is negligible considering how strong this thing is. The tapered tip allows for directed clitoral stimulation.

The Pleasure Petals is not waterproof, it is not listed as such on the product page nor does it have the classic O-ring to prevent water from entering the toy. Waterproofing would have redeemed this toy greatly. Then it could have had both power and discretion.
    • Easy to use
    • Not discreet at all

Care and Maintenance

Cleaning this toy can be a bit of a pain since you need to clean around all the designs. Unless you use a condom with this toy, cleaning is a bit of a hassle. You need to keep the battery cage/bottom from being inserted, so the toy can't be left to completely soak (unless you soak it in a manner so only the top half is under water). A soft toothbrush or a gentle cloth will work to take out any debris on the toy. I don't know if the toy is worth all this cleaning, which probably accounts for why I don't use it.

Once clean and dry, the Pleasure Petals can be stored in a pouch or wrapped in a cloth. For long term storage, it is best to remove the batteries.

Both silicone and water based lubricants can be used with the Pleasure Petals.
    • High maintenance

As an Eden freebie, the Pleasure Petals came in a semi-hard plastic sleeve that has Eden's colors and name. The sleeve is reusable and an option for storage, but it does take up space. The packaging is clear, so it is far from discreet. If intending to give this toy as a gift, it would be best to buy a little cloth bag or pouch (but I wouldn't buy this as a gift, so this shouldn't be a thought anyway).

The only form of instructions is a small insert in the battery cage that shows how the batteries should be placed. It's quite minimal, which is generally the case with Eden Freebies.

Personal comments

This toy is "okay." I don't want my toy, or any toy I give to someone to be just "okay." It is a good price, and is one of the better freebies Eden has given out, but this one isn't one I would get as a gift for someone. I would give it away to a close friend and let them know the toy isn't the best.

I'm also not a fan that this toy takes C batteries. I don't know how many people have these batteries at hand compared to, say, AA and AAA batteries. And not to get too sciency, but C batteries are some of the most poorly constructed and designed compared to other batteries. Then again, I prefer rechargeable toys, so perhaps I come off a bit snobbish right about now.

I will admit:

I dropped this toy when I cranked it up high.

Both the strength of the vibrations and the noise startled me and so the Pleasure Petals took a spill. Don't worry! It fell on a very plushy blanket! Still, you could use this toy as a prank. Just turn it up to full volume by someone's ear. It's probably cruel, but it might be something to remember.

I went a while without using this toy, due to the noise and my lack of desire for it. I finally gave it a shot when my partner insisted on using it on me. He likes the toy more than I do, but I think this is more to do with him liking me using bigger toys (I tend to pick short toys). Which reminds me, if you let a partner use it on you and your vagina is shorter than the toy, make sure they don't go to fast or deep with it. My guy sometimes thinks my vagina is bottomless or something. It is not.
Follow-up commentary
I know this has the vibrations to really do it for some folks, but it was way too loud for me. I gave it away to a roommate who wanted to take it apart for kicks.
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tagNovels and NovellasFamily Affairs Ch. 11

Family Affairs Ch. 11

byD.C. Roi©

Passion In James County XIX: Family Affairs

Chapter eleven

Ricky called Matt Sunday morning to see what he planned to do that day and, when he learned his friend was home alone, he invited him to spend the day at his house.

Matt was delighted to accept his friend's invitation. He enjoyed hanging around with Rick, and the fact that he'd get to spend time near Mrs. Forrester was an added bonus.

After he finished his call to Matt, Ricky called Dianna and asked her if she'd like to go out again that night. He wasn't sure why he was breaking his rule about consecutive dates with the same girl, but it seemed like a good idea. It never occurred to him he should have planned something that would have involved Matt, too.

"I'd love to go to the movies," Dianna said in answer to Ricky's question. Thinking about what happened the last time they were together made her feel tingly all over.

"Great, I'll pick you up around seven," Ricky said.

While Matt prepared to spend the day at the Forrester house, he was feeling more than a little excitement at the prospect of spending a whole day near his fantasy woman.

Mary, too, was delighted about Matt's visit, more than she usually was, although she didn't understand why. She began going over possibilities for lunch. She wanted to make something special for their guest.

Matt arrived at the Forrester home around eleven. He and Ricky went down to the recreation room in the basement to play pool. Although Matt had no aptitude for most sports, he was very good at pool, a fact that bugged Ricky no end. He was determined that, one day, he'd beat Matt. So far, that hadn't happened, despite his best efforts.

"Want to go out tonight?" Rick asked as Matt lined up a shot.

"I don't know," Matt said. "With who?"

"I got a date with Dianna Hillman," Ricky said. "You think you could call someone?"

Matt's heart skipped a beat. Dianna Hillman was the first date he'd had since he entered high school. Since the only girl he felt comfortable asking was spoken for and he didn't think anyone else would be likely to go out with him, he said, "I...I guess I'll pass, Rick. I...I really don't feel like going out tonight, what with my grandmother sick and all."

Mary had come down the stairs to tell the boys lunch was ready. She heard Ricky's question, saw the pained look on Matt's face, and heard his reply. Her heart went out to the young man.

"Well, Matt, if Ricky's going to run off and leave you alone," she said cheerfully, "I guess you and I will have to find something to do this evening, won't we?"

"Yeah...OK," Matt replied, blushing furiously. He was so disconcerted by Mary's comment that he missed an easy shot and Ricky won the game.

"Hey, Mom," Ricky said, "you can come down any time you want when we're playing pool. That's the first time I ever beat Den."

"It's time to take a break," Mary said. "Lunch is ready."

They went upstairs and ate. After lunch, Ricky said there was a basketball game on TV he wanted to watch and disappeared into the den. Matt stayed to help Mary with the dishes.

"Matt, you don't have to help with the dishes," she told him. "Why don't you go on in and watch the game with Rick?"

"I don't like basketball that much," Matt said. "Unless it's our team, with Rick playing."

"Maybe I'm sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong," Mary said, "but why didn't you want to double-date with Ricky?"

Matt didn't know how to respond. He was ashamed to admit he didn't know any girls to ask or, worse yet, that he was afraid to ask someone. "Ah...I...I don't know," he said. "I guess I didn't, you know, feel like it."

Mary finished putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, added detergent, then closed the machine and turned it on.

"Isn't there someone you could have asked?" she inquired.

"I...not really," Matt admitted, staring at his feet.

Mary felt a rush of sympathy for the young man. Impulsively, she walked over and put her arms around him, intending to comfort him with a hug, the way she sometimes did with Ricky. She wasn't ready for the feelings that swept through her when her body came in contact with the teenager's.

Matt's reaction to Mary's gesture was no less intense. His arms slid around her and he pulled her against him. His insides were in turmoil, and he felt his penis begin to swell. He broke his embrace and stepped back, his face red.

Mary was also having a little trouble breathing when the embrace ended. Had she felt something hard pressing against her? Was he...? Why did she feel like this? She shouldn't. Matt was her son's best friend and was almost like one of the family.

"I...I, uh, have to do some laundry," she stammered. She didn't know why she said that. Laundry was the last thing on her mind.

"Yeah...well...I guess I'll go and...and watch...ah...TV with...with Rick," Matt stammered, finding it very difficult to talk. He turned and walked into the den.

Mary did do laundry. She had to do something to keep her mind off the powerful forces that were coming dangerously close to taking charge of her body. "What is the matter with me?" she thought as she stuffed dirty clothes into the washer. "I'm a grown woman! This is crazy! It's almost incestuous to think things like this!"

Matt never did know what happened in the basketball game he stared at that afternoon. He heard Rick make comments about some of the plays, but wasn't even sure which teams were playing. He had no idea how dejected he had looked when Mary came down into the rec room, so he had no idea she was aware of his pain. Her hug had really shaken him. His parents weren't "touchy" people, and Mrs. Forrester's gesture had left him both turned on and confused.

After the basketball game, Ricky got interested in a sports program that pitted TV personalities against sports stars in made-up athletic contests. He was completely oblivious to the distress his friend was feeling. Even if he had been aware of it, he probably wouldn't have understood.

Mary finished the laundry and set to work making dinner, the incident between her and Matt still much on her mind.

"What am I going to do when Ricky leaves?" she wondered. "What if Matt realizes the effect he had on me and tries something once Ricky is gone? Then what?" She set the table. Anything to keep busy. "I'll tell him he has to go home once Ricky leaves for his date," she thought. "If he's not here, nothing can happen." She checked the meat loaf in the oven, then turned on the burner under a pot of vegetables.

"I'd find a young guy who could screw me silly." Recalling Pixie's words didn't do a thing to help calm Mary. Was she so desperate for a man's touch that she was willing to let something happen between herself and Ricky's best friend? Was her marriage so bad she was prepared to violate her wedding vows? With a teenager? "Why not?" the voice in her head argued, "Tom's probably off screwing some young chick somewhere."

Matt sat in the den, his mind in as much of a jumble as Mary's. "Was Mrs. Forrester coming on to me?" he wondered. "Jeezum! If she was, what am I going to do? She's Rick's mother! I can't do that, not with my best friend's mother!"

The erection triggered by Mary's impulsive hug continued to grow, and made sitting very uncomfortable for Matt. He got up and went upstairs to the bathroom. He locked the door, opened his pants and took out his turgid organ.

"Maybe...maybe I...I'm not big enough?" he thought. He'd seen some of the other boys' penises in the shower after gym class and they all looked bigger than his. He didn't know that penis size differs most when the penis is flaccid. In point of fact, he was quite well-endowed.

He considered doing something to relieve the discomfort he was feeling, but didn't think it would be right to jerk off there. Instead, he got a washcloth and, by applying cold compresses, managed to reduce the swelling of his organ to manageable proportions. Finally, he went back downstairs and into the den.

"Come on, guys, dinner's ready," Mary announced, and the two young men joined her at the kitchen table.

"You won't be too late tonight, will you?" she asked Ricky as they ate. "Remember, tomorrow is a school day."

"I know, Mom," her son replied. "We're only going to a movie."

Mary looked at Matt and saw hurt again surface in his eyes. Impulsively, she made an offer. "Matt, since your folks are away, why don't you stay here tonight?" she said. So much for telling him to leave the minute Ricky did.

"Yeah!" Ricky said, clearly enthused. "Hey, Mom, that's a great idea!"

"Ah...yeah, sure, I guess so," Matt replied. He wasn't sure. What if Rick decided to bring Dianna over? What about the business that happened between him and Mrs. Forrester?

"It's settled then," Mary said. She wasn't sure why she felt so elated. "Matt, you can use the spare bedroom, just like you always do."

After dinner, Matt again offered to help Mary clear the dishes and get them in the dishwasher.

Mary didn't want to take a chance of winding up in the young man's arms again and had an idea. "Why...why don't you and Ricky go over to your place and get some clothes so you have something to wear for school in the morning?" she suggested.

At Matt's place, Ricky looked through photo albums while Matt got his things together. He also took his camera and camera bag. He seldom went anywhere without it.

"I'm ready," he said.

"OK," Rick said.

"Do you really like Dianna?" Matt asked Rick as they walked downstairs.

"She's OK, I guess," Rick replied.

"You going steady?" Matt asked.

Ricky laughed, shook his head, and said, "Not me. No way! Dianna's a nice enough kid, but I'm not going to get tied down to one girl, Matt, there's too many women I haven't met yet."

"Oh," Matt said. He wondered if Dianna was aware of Rick's casual attitude toward his relationship with her. They climbed back into his truck and drove back to Rick's house.

Ricky went upstairs to change for his date. Mary walked into the den where Matt sat nervously, trying to focus on the TV.

"What do you want to do tonight, Matt?" she asked.

"I...I dunno," Matt replied.

"We have the VCR," Mary said. "Want to watch a movie?"

Matt nodded and said, "OK."

"Is there any movie in particular you'd like to watch?" she asked. "We have a pretty good selection, but if you want to see something we don't have, we can rent it."

"Whatever you want to watch is fine with me," Matt said.

Ricky came bounding down the stairs, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, then was out the door.

Mary and Matt looked at each other. Neither of them seemed sure what to do or say.

Finally, Mary forced herself to walk over, pick out a movie, and put it in the VCR. She turned on the VCR and TV, walked back to a chair and sat down. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous. She felt as if someone yelled, "Boo!" she'd jump right out of her skin.

The movie Mary picked was "An Officer and A Gentleman." She realized it probably wasn't the best choice she could have made when the torrid love scenes between Richard Gere and Deborah Winger began. Her mind was playing tricks on her again. Instead of Richard Gere and Deborah Winger, she kept seeing herself and Matt embracing and kissing passionately on the TV screen. Her unwelcome fantasies caused her more than a little distress.

"You...you're upset because Ricky went out with Dianna Hillman, aren't you, Matt?" Mary asked, hoping to get a conversation going. Maybe talking would take her mind off the lascivious thoughts that kept intruding on her consciousness.

Matt wasn't sure how to respond. He shrugged.

"Judging from the look on your face when Ricky said he was going out with her, I had an idea that was what was going on," Mary said.

"I...I didn't know it showed," Matt said.

"You don't date much, do you, Matt?" Mary asked.

Matt nodded and felt himself blushing even harder. He was too ashamed to talk about it.

"That's terrible," Mary said. "Then Ricky goes and takes out the girl you like." She knew Ricky never got serious about any of the girl she dated. Maybe she should have a talk with him, explain how Matt felt about Dianna.

They sat in silence a little longer, watching TV. Mary realized, to her dismay, that her attempt at getting a conversation going had obviously failed miserably.

"Want some hot chocolate?" Mary asked.

"Ah...sure," Matt said.

Mary got up and went out into the kitchen. She stood at the counter getting the hot chocolate ready and realized she was trembling. "What's the matter with me?" she thought. "Here I am, all in a tizzy because I gave a hug to...to a boy who's the same age as my son. I...I should never have asked him to stay over tonight."

Matt couldn't concentrate on the movie. He pushed himself out of his chair and walked out to the kitchen. Mrs. Forrester was standing at the counter, her back to him. He started toward her.

"Can I help you with that, Mrs. Forrester?" he asked.

Mary, lost in thought, hadn't heard Matt enter the kitchen. The sound of his voice startled her, she dropped the can of hot chocolate mix and it hit the counter in an explosion of chocolate dust. Then she turned toward the young man and, without knowing why, burst into tears.

Matt had no idea why Mrs. Forrester was acting the way she was. He stood there, dumbfounded, wondering if he'd done something wrong, watching her cry. Then, because he thought her crying was his fault and wanted to do something to make her feel better, he stepped closer and tentatively put his arms around her.

Mary felt the young man put his arms around her and, without thinking, she moved into his embrace. Her body pressed against his, her head went to his shoulder, and her arms slid around him. It felt, she discovered, quite nice, being in his arms. They stood like that for a while, then she leaned back in the circle of the young man's arms and looked up at him. Her eyes were wide and her chest was heaving. She felt things happening to her, things she knew she shouldn't allow to happen, but she couldn't stop them.

Matt looked at the lovely woman in his arms. Her wide eyes were staring into his. He'd dreamed of this minute so often, but never expected that it would really happen. As he gazed into Mrs. Forrester's lovely gray eyes, something told him he could do more. Trembling with anticipation, he slowly bent his head and covered her mouth with his. When their lips touched, flames of desire flared in the young man and his embrace tightened.

Mary was just as confused as Matt was and, when his lips suddenly pressed against hers, she felt as if she would explode. Her body took over, reacting to the need that had been built up in it. One of her hands tangled in the young man's hair and she pressed her lips tighter against his. Then her tongue slid tentatively across his lips.

While he shared the kiss with Mrs. Forrester, Matt was experiencing a jumble of wild, emotions, things he'd never felt before in his life. He was holding and kissing the woman he'd had so many fantasies about! Her luscious body was pressed against his, and her tongue was stroking his lips! His penis swelled mightily in his pants and, involuntarily, his groin thrust forward.

At last, because they had to breathe, they reluctantly ended the kiss. Mary again leaned back in Matt's arms and gazed at him. Her heart was pounding. She felt his swollen penis pressing against her. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but things had gone way to far for her to be able to stop now.

Matt wasn't sure what Mrs. Forrester was going to do next. He expected her to hit him, or yell at him, or something. He was sure she'd tell him to get out of her house and never come back. Instead, she kept looking into his eyes and her body stayed pressed against his swollen groin. Then she backed out of his embrace, took his hand, and started for the doorway. Confused, scared, and trembling with excitement, he went with her.

Mary, knew what she was doing was very, very wrong, but she continued to lead the passion-numb young man up the stairs to the bedroom she'd shared with no one but her husband. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, that she was letting her emotions and needs overpower her good sense, but she didn't care.

Once they were inside the bedroom, she let go of Matt's hand, closed and locked the door, then she turned to him. He stood there, breathing heavily, still as a statue, staring at her with wide eyes filled with confusion. She moved to him, pulled him into her arms and, once again they kissed. When they did the flames of lust began leaping higher in both of them.

While their second kiss went on, Mary began to open the buttons of Matt's shirt. Soon her hands were moving over the smooth skin of his heaving, hairless chest.

"Ah!" Matt groaned when Mrs. Forrester's warm, smooth hands began to slide over his bare skin. This was real! It was really happening! Frantic thoughts raced through his over-worked mind as she continued to stroke him.

Finally, Mary took the young man's hand, tugged him to the bed, and they fell on it next to each other. Once more their lips met and their bodies pressed together.

Matt's hands slid up under Mary's sweat shirt, his fingers blazing trails of heat as they moved over her warm, silken skin. Then, somehow, the sweatshirt was off, as were his pants. Without either of them realizing how they'd gotten undressed, they were, and their naked bodies pressed together in a yearning embrace.

Mary's hand slid between them, across Matt's belly, and found his throbbing erection. She grasped it gently, stroked it softly, and exulted in how wonderful it felt. She needed to be made love to desperately and was thrilled how big and hard the young man was!

Matt's hands ventured over Mary's body without pattern. He was confused and more excited than he believed it was possible to be! He wished he knew what to do, how to make love to this beautiful woman, but he didn't.

Mary, enthralled by the young man's reticence, gently urged him onto his back, then she knelt astride his trembling body. Shaking like a leaf, she raised her hips, reached between them, and guided his swollen, veined shaft to the juice-soaked lips of her vagina. When she had him in position, she slowly lowered herself, taking him into her. "I've done it!" she thought as ecstasy inundated her. "And God, does it feel wonderful!"

Matt felt as if the top of his head was going to come off when Mrs. Forrester rolled atop him and absorbed his erection slowly into her clutching, fiery cavern. He had often dreamed about this moment, but as good as he thought it would be, he found that the reality was far better! His wildest fantasies paled in comparison to the onslaught of powerful sensations ripping through his young body as his swollen organ probed deeper and deeper into Mrs. Forrester's body!

The intensity of the experience made Mary marvel, too. Just having Matt's erection sliding into her almost made her come! Slowly, she began rocking her hips and as she did, she could feel the young man's turgid shaft sliding in and out of her.

Matt couldn't stand it. He was too turned on! The pressures in his body raced rapidly to the bursting point, then went beyond. "Oh, God!" he groaned. "Mrs. Forrester, I...I...I'm gonna come! Oh, God!" His penis began to pulsate, each spasm more exquisitely pleasurable than the last, then jets of his seed spewed into Mrs. Forrester.

The hot fluids gushing into her swept Mary over the edge. "Matt! Oh! Oh, my darling! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Matt! Oh yes!" she cried, her body thrashing, "Mmmm! Ah! Ahhh!"

The two lovers strained against each other while passion arced between them like a high-voltage current.

At last their ecstasy subsided to joy and their frantic motions slowed, then stopped. Each wanted to say so much, but neither knew what to say, so they lay for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies still joined.

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 WARINING: Selfharm.

”Niall James Horan, do you take Liam to your husband?”

”I do”

”Liam James Payne, do you take Niall to your husband?”

”I do”.

”You can now kiss your husband”

Liam smiled a little, leaned in, and kissed Niall. Niall sneaked his arms around Liam’s waist and pulled him closer, as their lips were locked. The crowd cheered, and Harry, Louis and Zayn clapped and cheered like excited monkeys.

Then he woke up.

Of course it didn’t happen. Why would Liam dump his girlfriend, to be with his best friend? It didn’t make sense at all. Niall scratched his back, and stretched his arms and legs, before standing up to get in the shower. He stripped off his boxers, and looked at the angry, thick red lines on his thighs. He was so unhappy with him self. Being a closet gay after all wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, so to keep his emotions under control, he started cutting, and burning him self. He had small dots on his wrist, and cuts on his legs, so no one would see it. Since he almost every day had bracelets on, no one saw it.

Niall let the hot water run down is back, while scrubbing it in his hair.

He could at least be clean, when he dies.

Niall has been planning this for a long time now. He couldn’t go on living without having Liam as his boyfriend. He just couldn’t see him cuddle with Danielle, flirting with her, kissing her. He just couldn’t.

Niall is going to die tonight. He is going to commit suicide.

He is going to slit his wrist, with a brand new razorblade, so he knows it’s going to work. Of course, it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but what is more satisfying than see himself bleed to death? Nothing.

Niall got out of the shower, drying himself whit a fluffy towel. He wrapped it around his waist, and went to his room, and got changed into some comfortable clothes. He went downstairs, were Liam and … that girl sat. They were snuggling on the couch, watching Finding Nemo.  “I wish I were her…” Niall thought.

“Niall? Are you awake? “ Liam asked, turning his head towards the leprechaun.

“Yeah…” Niall answered, heading to the kitchen.  Niall heard some footsteps, and soon, his lad was by his side.

“Niall, are you okay? You seem to be a little down… Are you depressed? Has something happened?” He asked.

“Nah, I’m just not feeling that great” Niall said, covering up his burn marks with his hand.

“Niall, what are you doing? What happened your arm?” Liam asked, noticing Niall’s scars.

“Oh, I were lighting a cigarette, and it poked my arm. It was an accident, I promise!” Niall said.

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