Written by Faye Keltie.
Read her latest book 'The Age of Decadence' on Amazon.
Emma stood at the window of the sex shop, pretending to look at a display of sexy dressing-up costumes. No matter how many people she saw going inside, she knew she would not be one of them. It didn't matter that it was a high street store, sitting between a burger restaurant and a department store. Nobody passing the shop was laughing at the people going in or leaving, but that did not mean they wouldn't laugh at her leaving the shop with a discreet bag. Well, maybe not laugh at her, but they would definitely feel sorry for a reasonably attractive woman in her late twenties buying a vibrator. She tried telling herself that nobody would know what she was buying, but looking around at what was on display told her there wasn't much in stock that would be less embarrassing.
Back home, empty-handed, of course, she switched on her laptop and opened the incognito search engine. Quickly typing in the word vibrators, her finger hovered over the enter key for a minute or two before hitting it. The first search result was for Amazon. There was no way she would buy a vibrator from them. There would undoubtably be numerous "because you are interested in vibrators, we recommend…" emails, complete with pictures of the ClitMaster 8000 V2B.
The following result was the website of the store that she had been standing outside earlier. Here, she would be completely anonymous but lose the opportunity to pay in untraceable cash. She shook herself and told herself that she was buying a vibrator, not several tons of cocaine. "Cocaine, ha!" she thought, laughing. She wouldn't have the first idea how to get any. The following search result was a review page from Good Housekeeping. Reminding herself that these things were genuinely mainstream, she clicked the link, feeling bloody stupid about how nervous she was about buying one for herself.
After an eye-opening and occasionally eye-watering read, she made her choice. She then realised how expensive it was and chose again. It had been two months since she had moved out of the flat she had shared with Simon, and she did have needs. Her fingers had become too familiar an experience and were liable to cramp at vital times. Her second choice was a rabbit that didn't look too intimidating and appeared to be a suitable replacement for both Simon's tongue and his cock, which she missed equally. The rest of him could get in the bin as far as she was concerned.
There was an extra fee for designated-day delivery, but she would be home all day. She didn't fancy any of her neighbours collecting the parcel for her, no matter how incognito they promised the packaging would be. Tapping her credit card on her desk, Emma hit the buy button, entered her credit card details, cleared her cookies, and went to bed. She almost felt like a child going to bed on Christmas Eve, but she was expecting a very naughty present, even though she felt like a good girl.
She watched the map of the delivery driver as he made his way to her house. She took her phone to the loo in case he tried to contact her, even though he was still seventeen stops away. When the delivery driver handed her the package she scoured the label, looking for information identifying the box's content. She gave a relieved sigh when she realised there wasn't any. The box remained unopened for an hour as she got on with tasks she had suddenly deemed essential.
Just before bed, when she could no longer put it off, she opened the box. The vibrator was slightly bigger than she had imagined it was going to be, but it was not enough to put her off using it. She removed it from the wrapping and stared at it for a while before sanitising it thoroughly.
She switched it on, but nothing happened. Reading the instructions, such as they were, she realised she hadn’t pulled the little tab that protected the battery. As she did so, it buzzed in her hands, and she dropped it in fright. The vibrations were much more potent than she had anticipated. She picked it up, thinking that she had somehow switched it to the fastest setting, but no, it was at level one, and there were still two more levels to go. The idea of ever using one of the faster settings seemed highly improbable.
Scolding herself for being so silly, she switched it off and sanitised it once again. It was louder than she thought it would be, but she lived alone, and the old woman who lived downstairs from her was pretty deaf. She caressed a nipple with the device and shivered in delight as it hardened further. Her pussy tingled, and she could feel herself getting wetter. This was a very promising prospect. She clenched her legs together and placed the vibrator on her pussy lips, gently caressing her mound as she opened her legs a little at a time.
When the machine softly touched her clit she let out a whimper and felt herself breathing heavily. She moved the toy up and down her clit, letting out a low moan. She knew she was meant to put it inside her and use the rabbit bit to caress her clit, but she was loathed to move it from where it was. She pushed the vibrator hard against herself, her body now writhing in pure pleasure.
After a few minutes, she knew that it would only take a few more thrusts of the toy for her to climax. Holding her breath, she pushed her hips up in the air and squeezed her legs together. The tingle of her climax spread outwards from her pussy, every part of her tingling with delight.
Feeling that it was too much, she pressed the button on the vibrator to switch it off. The vibrations grew more substantial, and she lay on the bed, the body still twitching heavily with each aftershock. She pressed the button again until she finally switched the machine off. It was now still, but that did not stop her pushing it against her clit until her aftershocks finally stopped. Panting heavily, she lay back in bed, feeling thoroughly sated, for now.
“That was pretty amazing,” she said to nobody, “but I bet I can make it better.”
