I let out a sigh even a yogi would be proud of. Mainly because I’m finally able to relax, but also to air out the stress of my walk. Just the perfect amount of perspiration on my face. Live in the moment!īefore heading to his door, I check the mirror in the lobby. My first elevator ride wearing a butt plug! I almost take a selfie. I look down expecting to see the butt plug at my ankles but it’s still snug. The desk attendant is looking at me funny. If the butt plug falls, kick with your shoe. What if it falls out as I’m crossing the street? I guess I’d pick it up, right? No, no, better idea. If I’m too wet, will it slip out? I should probably have a game plan if it does. But I’m deciding against my usual routine tonight because it just hit me that I’m wearing a dress with no underwear. It’s just long enough to listen to a sexy song so I arrive wet and aroused. The walk from the train to his apartment is usually my favorite part of the night. Note to future self: Next time, I’m asking for a full, 12-hour notice before butt plug requests. Always self-sabotaging, Carolyn! No, stop! I can’t be negative. Is that allowed? Of all the days to drink a pot of coffee and eat broccoli. We’re connected, we’re attached, we’re.about to fart. Butt plug and I are apparently a unit now. No! Darn! What if it’s like some sort of butt-Toxic-Shock-Syndrome-thing? The weather app says it’s 86 degrees out. How can you tell the difference between summer heat or butt plug heat? Shit. Just your average Sunday evening commuter.who is starting to feel warm. Even though my lover can’t see me, I pretend he’s watching. Is it through the nose out the mouth or the other way around?
#Whats a but plug how to
Knowing how to properly breathe would be good right about now. I wish I paid more attention in the dozen yoga classes I’ve been to. I’m holding a magazine although I haven’t read a word for three stops. Whew! Although, do I sit? Stand? I’ll sit.
It’s not that I physically feel the butt plug inside me but mentally it is screaming. But suddenly these four minutes walking to the train feel like a hike. When I signed the lease to my apartment, I felt blessed with a. My sweet angel pup gets me and my tardy ass. Thank God, all he had to do was pee real quick. If I walk the dog, I will officially be running (waddling?) late. I’m still breathing, and hey! I can walk! And kick! I’m like a kinky Sally O’Malley! I know this is a different hole, a different time. Not “finger in butt” flashbacks, but flashbacks of my, yes, more than one trip to the gynecologist with tampons stuck inside me. I stick my finger ever so slightly in my asshole and immediately start having flashbacks. Oh wait! This thing comes with instructions! Beautiful, beautiful, search history-less instructions in seven languages (Did you know “butt plug” in Dutch is “butt plug”?)! Okay, something about a 45 degree angle (Geometry?!) and using lube. Come to think of it, who knows where to even find a butt plug tutorial?! I know I could Google it but, ugh, do I really want to see the results of ‘Quickest way to put on a butt plug’? I’m running out of time and who knows how long it takes to watch a freakin’ butt plug tutorial. I have no idea how to actually put a butt plug on (in?).
Not only that, I have to be there at six, which means I have exactly 10 minutes to get to his place if I want to stay on schedule. But this is much different than the “garter belt and heels” requests of the past.
I don’t mind the request, it’s kind of our thing. My ass is on my brain because my lover has requested I arrive to his place with the butt plug he purchased for me already inside me. Butt plugs may not sound glamorous to some.
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