I thought it would be good for you if you’re having a flare but still wanted to… you know. There’s some lube in the box, too.
My heart clenches at the attentiveness behind the gesture. I never told him, but after my night exploring my own body, my hands were a little stiff and sore in the morning. I did wonder how I would manage if I was actually having a flare, and now I don’t have to.
There aren’t many people who understand my illness the way I do. Who see the daily ways that I make accommodations for myself, and can anticipate what my needs might be.
How thoughtful of you… thank you
Are you going to give it a test run?
Now?
Yes, now.
My pulse thrums in my ears as I wander over to the bedroom and shut the door so I can have privacy from Cordelia. I take off my clothes and position myself on the bed, letting my knees fall wide. Applying some of the lube, I turn on the vibrator and am about to place it… When my phone screen lights up with another text.
Don’t leave me hanging, Poppy. Tell me what you’re doing, it’s part of the lesson.
Are we sexting right now?
Duh.
I smile to myself and try to come up with something sexy to say back.
How does one sext?
Another text comes through as I’m thinking.
Tell me what you’re doing with that vibrator.
I remember the vibrator, and turn it back on, placing it over my sex. The buzzing sensation seems to jolt through my whole body, and I remove it, the feeling almost too intense. But now my body wants more, and I’m swollen with need, so I put it back, softer this time. I manage to type out a text with one hand.
Using it where your tongue was last night
And? Which one do you enjoy more?
I can barely concentrate on reading, let alone typing, as the vibration creates an intense tingling sensation that radiates through my core. As pleasurable as it is, it doesn’t top how Jett made me squirm.
I’m trying to pretend it’s you.
Good girl.
Fuck, I’m so hard right now thinking about you.
I ease the vibrator into my opening, hesitant at first, but I get the hang of it. The vibrator stretches me the way Jett did with his fingers. This time, there’s a twinge of discomfort, but as my body relaxes, pleasure takes it’s place.
The smaller extension connects once again with my clit, and I let out a moan that I wish Jett could hear. Based on the way he’s finished just by touching me, something tells me he gets off on my pleasure alone.
This vibrator is changing my life. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out for so long.
You don’t know the half of it yet. I’ll have a lot more to show you once I get home.
A ripple of excitement takes over me, and I let my mind wander to all the things Jett and I could do together. Most ofwhich, I can’t even imagine, and somehow that’s even more thrilling.
I drop my phone and close my eyes, sliding the vibrator in and out, the changing sensations causing my pleasure to build and build until I cry out, my release wracking my body.
I heave a sigh, and flop back on my pillow.
And then I get an idea. I’ve seen people do this in movies and TV shows. I get up and rummage around in the back of my underwear drawer until I find what I’m looking for.
