He had kissed me goodbye.
I flicked my tongue over my lips and tasted the coffee. Even though I hated that stuff it reminded me of Jai and that’s what I liked about it.
My skin tingled.
Down there tingled.
All I wanted was Jai between my legs making me hot and sweaty as we worked to the final moan and arching back and those delicious spasms that are known as an orgasm.
“I could take care of this,” I said out loud to the infomercial guy on screen. “Nobody needs to know...” but the walls were watching me. Much to Jai’s protesting, I had put frames on the bookshelves and snuck a couple of pictures onto the wall in a collage with tape. My parents, his friends, even my family’s cat, were smiling down at me.
“Nope,” I stood and moved to the bedroom, leaving the television on as background noise. Closing the door I moved to my side of the bed.
In the bedside table was my toy.
I could feel my cheeks getting hot, extremely so, as I reached under the layers of socks piled on top and my fingers touched the jelly substance. Oh my. It was completely different to Jai. I pulled it out of its hiding place and marvelled at it.
The packaging, when I purchased it, had said that it was “six inches”... and I believed that more readily than any guy. Even Jai was a little generous with the truth. “Realistic details”, I had snorted at the term before, there were veins and a rippled texture to the “skin”. I guess that was to heighten the pleasure as my hand pushed and pulled it, scraping the bumps over nerves.
I bite my bottom lip.
Jai had no idea about this toy in the drawer. I don’t know why but I had never told him about it, when I was unpacking I had quickly shoved it away and didn’t think twice. That was ages ago.
“Has it really been that long since I’ve had to go solo?” Yep, that was the plus of a relationship; sex. “Jai isn’t here... and I’ve got nothing else...” But there was still that odd smell to it, something rather chemical that I hadn’t been able to erase with cleaning it, running it under extremely hot water, and of course using it.
“Oh fuck it,” and with that I stripped and bounced myself into the centre of the bed.
“Wait, can’t forget the lube.” This time I reached over to Jai’s side of the bed and snatched the tube. Giggling, I squeezed out a dollop, rubbing it up and down the shaft letting my hands heat it up.
Now I was barely keeping myself from going insane. All I wanted was to push it in, shove it deep and ride the pleasure as the heel of my palm ground against me as I worked the toy. All I wanted. Wanted more than air. Wanted more than my boyfriend who was... where again... and who?
I began to play.
An hour later and three orgasms and a messy sheet on the bed, I stumbled into the bathroom a little light headed and grinning like a fool. A very satisfied fool. A very happy one. “Oh God.”
The tingling had disappeared and instead there was a slight throb down stairs, probably because I had abused it so. I squirted the liquid hand soap and turned on the water. Once the toy was cleaned and scalded under the hot water I took it back to its hiding place. Still riding my natural chemical high, I changed the sheets and threw the old ones into the washing basket in the little laundry. “Hopefully Jai doesn’t comment on why the sheets were changed after two days...” I muttered and turned the television off as I passed it.
The last thing I did was put myself through a shower, getting ready for bed for a more traditional use; sleep.