“I doubt it.”
“I’ll show you how it works.”
I rip a chunk of buttered bread. “I don’t need to know how.” I slip the warm piece in my mouth.
It melts into soft, flaky, warm goodness.
“You do. Trust me.” A bright-colored vibrator fills the screen. “It’s called the 'Twist & Shout.'“
Tess leans in and presses the toy against her cheek.
My flat palm snaps to the screen of my phone. “Let me stop you right there—”
It doesn’t.
“This baby is all about the double action.” She looks at the purple twisted spiral design.
One of her new designs.
“Twist to stimulate all the right places. But you really want to know what the added feature is?”
“No.”
“A vibrating function for maximum pleasure.” She bites her lip, sparkling with pride as she tilts the toy toward the camera.
She spins it slowly, fingertips brushing the silicone, tilting it this way and that. She taps and traces every curve while her voice rattles off details I can’t follow.
I’ve seen it all before. Sort of.
But can anyone really get used to vibrator and dildo demonstrations as the highlight of every conversation?
When she finally looks at me, her expression is pure radiant joy; it’s like she’s just orgasmed from the Twist & Shout.
There’s an image I won’t be able to rid myself of.
“And you’re welcome.” She strokes it. “I left a surprise in your suitcase.”
Of course she did.
“Tess—”
“You can use it tonight, envisioning all the goodies you don’t realize you packed in your clit closet.”
I groan.
“Go look.”
“I’m eating.”
“Come on. I gave you a bag full.”
“A bag full?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What do I need a bagful for?”
“If you have to ask, you’re not experimenting enough with the joys of my line. Some are tiny and discreet so that you can carry them anywhere.”
