“Aye, of course, go ahead,” Fraser says, stretching out on the sofa. “You won’t be able to look at her pics without an account though.”
My finger pauses over the DELETE ACCOUNT button.
Fraser grins. “Anyhoo. Anyone wanna watch a movie?”
SEVENTEEN
SUMMER
After Cameron leaves, I sag against the kitchenette counter, breathing hard. My skin is hot. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing all through my body.
What. The. Hell. Was. That?
Cameron kissed me. For, like, two seconds. And it wasamazing.Like being kissed by a big grumpy bear. The way he gathered me up and pinned me against the wall was enough to make my head spin. Even though his grip had been firm, his mouth had been surprisingly tender on mine. Gentle.
But all I got was a few moments of blistering heat before he apparently changed his mind and pulled away again.
I touch my mouth. Shit. Am Ithatbad at kissing?
Oh my God, I kissed two men today. I haven’t done that since I was a drunk mess in uni. I should call Lulu to update her. She’lldie. When I check my phone screen though, there are no bars, and the Wi-Fi is disconnected. The storm must be messing with the signal. I’m alone with nothing to do. And I’m turned on.
Jesus, what is with these Scottish men snogging me and then immediately leaving?
I take a breath, looking around the warmly lit cabin. The storm is picking up outside. Wind wails against the woodenwalls, and rain is crashing against the dark windowpanes. I could…work, I guess?
I turn to the pile of unsorted PR boxes in the corner of the room. The box on top stares back at me.
It’s the box of toys. I’ve been too embarrassed to go through it. But now…
Well, I don’t have anything else to do.
I peek inside. There’s a card from the company tucked under the lid.
Summer,
We’re big fans of your sex-positive brand, and we think you’d be a great fit to try our new collection. There’s plenty here to keep you occupied ;) You can shout us out at: @SinstersToysUK
Enjoy!
I nod. That’s me. And what does a sex-positive person do when they keep having weirdly charged moments with their fit, muscly Airbnb hosts?
Wank. Obviously.
I start unpacking the toys, carefully going through them. There’s a lot. Handcuffs. A plug. A wand. Clamps. A blindfold. Something curved and made of glass that I can only assume goes up your butt. I set each of the packages aside until I get to the last one. It’s a small, flat…thing made of pink silicone. There’s a little remote that goes with it. I read the description on the back.
Slip this discreet, low-volume vibe into your underwear for easy remote stimulation whenever you want it.
There’s a diagram underneath of a pair of underwear, with an arrow pointing helpfully at the gusset—the little piece of fabric which presses against your pussy.
It takes me a second to decipher that. It’s a vibe that goes into your pants. Vibrating panties!
Okay, that’s pretty hot. I take the vibe out of the packaging and weigh it in my hand.
Well. If I’m going to work with the brand, I should at least try it, right? That’s just being responsible. I press a button on the remote, and the toy starts to buzz. Excitement shimmers through me. I turn it off again.
Yes. I think I should product-test this. For science. Or something.
I look around the cabin. It’s still and quiet. I still somehow feel like I’m doing something naughty.
