I follow his instructions, getting down onto the floor, seeing where my ass comes to in this position, then pressing the dildo firmly to the wall.
To my surprise, it actually works. The dildo remains glued in place, only drooping slightly because it's so freaking long and heavy, and gravity is totally a thing.
I blow out a long breath between my lips. I may be a natural born bottom, but this thing is going to seriously test my limits.
And maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's exactly what I need in my life.
Yes, it's been a tough year, but I refuse to be a victim. No one in the history of humanity has ever said life is fair. I have to ride out the bad, move through it, and then put it behind me so I can create room for all the good that lies ahead.
And there are plenty of good things to look forward to in my life. I have to keep saying that until I start believing it.
"Shit," Kip mutters.
"What's wrong?"
"We're going to need lube, and I don't have any."
"I got that covered. Well, Sky thought of that. A bottle of lube came with the dildo."
"Is that in your messenger bag, too?"
I get up to retrieve it. "Sure is."
By the time I return to the dildo suctioned against the wall, lube in hand, Kip asks, "Where are you now?"
"In position."
"Good. Grease the dildo up," he says, right as I was opening the bottle, about to do just that.
"Greasing is underway," I tell him, coating the thing with a thick layer of water-based lube.
"Tell me when you're done. But don't rush. It's big." He trips over his words. "Layer it on nice and thick."
I do exactly that, inspecting the shiny ten-inch dildo, and nod to myself. "I'm done."
"I'm going to pass you something under the door."
A purse of wet wipes slides across the wooden floor. "If you want to clean your hands."
I smile at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks." Then I take a fortifying breath. "But I like a lot of lube on my cock as well."
My heart's racing, and my skin is on fire. Maybe it's not the boldest thing in the world to admit out loud to someone else, but it's a pretty big deal for me.
A soft groan filters through the door, electrifying me even more. Kip seems to be enjoying this as much as I am.
"I want you on your hands and knees, facing the mirror."
"Okay."
I turn my head to the side, looking at the door, awaiting my next instruction.
"Now back up onto the dildo.Slowly," he adds, a husk of protectiveness enriching his voice.
"Okay."
I ease my body back until the head of the dildo presses against my entrance. Slow is the only way to go. I haven't prepped for thisat all. Well, not since last night anyway, when I spent some quality time with my trusty vibrator.
Sky may think I never assturbate because I don't talk about stuff like this as openly as he does, but I have a very healthy sex drive and enjoy a lot of solo love time myself, thank you very much.
