Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Well, then,” I say, looking around at all the displayed vibrators, “shall we get started?”
“We shall,” a woman states, walking in with long blondish-white hair, wearing a kimono. “I’m Debbie, and I’ll be your teacher.” She claps her hands together, and each finger has a ring on it.
“Shall we start over here?” She points at the glass display case. “Now, I’m sure we all know dildos are sex toys meant to be inserted in your vagina, anus, or in the mouth. There are also the double-sided ones, but that’s for later,” she says, looking down at the five vibrators before her. “As you can see, most of them are shaped like the best organ a man can have. His dick.”
“Hear! Hear!” I cheer, knocking my hip to Stone’s, who just laughs.
“Take this one,” Debbie says, pulling out a beige-looking penis with a pink cock head and a suction cup at the end, right under the balls. “Looks like the real thing.” I look over at Stone, whose eyebrows pinch together. “It’s called the Lovehoney Lifelike lover.” She fists it in her hand. “It is almost lifelike with the veins and ridges, which help for G-spot stimulation. Plus, it has a suction cup that can stick to mirrors, headboards, and even shower walls. I would rate this a ten out of ten.”
“I’ll take one to go, please.” I hold my hand up, making Debbie laugh and Stone glare at me.
She then takes a pink one out, and I smile at her. “Stone, say hello to my little friend.” I clap my hands and laugh. “This baby has gotten me off in less than seventeen seconds.”
“Five for me,” Debbie shares, “at high speed. My eyes roll to the back of my head.”
“Made me squirt,” Brianna admits. “Best orgasm of my life.”
“I guess we can skip that one,” Stone declares, and I wrap my hand around his waist.
“Size doesn’t matter, honey. It’s what you do with it,” I tell him. “It’s where it hits. It’s okay, you’ll get there in time.”
“I have no problem getting there,” Stone retorts. “None whatsoever.”
“The next one is my new favorite,” Debbie confesses, taking out a purple one that looks like it’s a two-for-one. “It’s best used with couples since it comes with a remote.” She holds up the remote. “You insert this into you, and the front piece works the clitoris. There are nine intense vibrating modes and nine thrilling vibrating modes. Wore this out with my husband, and I was leaking for days.” She smiles so big. “It’s best to be used by couples who have some experience with toys.”
“You can add this one to the bag,” Stone says, and I look at him with my mouth open. “We’ll work up to it. Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” He pats my hand, and I have to say I have to rub my knees together. I’m so worked up right now.
“You won’t be sorry, honey,” Debbie assures me.
We spend an hour going from floor to floor. Stone remains at my side, placing soft touches here and there, from my back to my hip to pulling me to him. I’m ready to combust. We leave with a white bag with assorted lubes and massage oils. He also wanted to get edible underwear for me. “It’ll be a snack.” He winks at me, making Debbie laugh as she bags the two dildos.
The bus ride to the last place is torture, with Stone kissing me and then sucking on my neck. I’m practically panting when we get to the club. Brianna gets out, and a Black man dressed all in black with an earpiece smiles at her. She grips his jacket and pulls his mouth down to hers. “Say hello to Vince,” she introduces when she steps away from him. “He’s my lover.”
“Nice to meet you, Vince,” Stone greets, nodding at him.
“Welcome to the club,” he says, opening the door. “Please step in.” We both step into the dark entranceway.
A woman sitting behind a booth looks up at us and smiles, then beams when she sees Brianna. “They’re with me.
“Okay, you two.” Brianna turns to us. “This is an elite sex club, which means there are rules. You need to wear a bracelet,” she states, pointing at the chart beside the booth. “Please let me know which color you want.”
“Red,” Stone announces immediately, not even giving me a chance. I look and see that red means no contact. Yellow means maybe you should ask. Green is yes, let’s go. Orange is group, and pink is whatever, wherever.
“Red it is,” I confirm to Brianna, who grabs two red bracelets from the girl. “Make sure this can be seen.”
“Pull up your sleeves,” Stone grinds out between clenched teeth, “and don’t move from my side.”
“You sure are bossy,” I sass, putting the bracelet on.