Toy Box

She hated it when he left on one of his business trips, lately, he seemed to be gone more than he was home. She loved him so much and felt so abandoned and unfulfilled these days. Luckily, her bedroom was her sanctuary where her toys kept her company when he did not.

She could do wonders with water too. Her bathtub was her favorite place to be, knowing just how to set the running water to elicit an exciting, throbbing orgasm. Most of the time, she just did it with the water but today she was especially horny and wanted one of her fabulous, flexible, toys. She had acquired quite a few over the years, small and large, some from those at home lingerie parties and some from her favorite adult toys shop.

After booting her dogs out of her bedroom, she crossed the floor to the bedside table and opened the bottom drawer, where she kept the most favorite toy of all. It was blue, rounded on one end, shiny, soft rubber with a variety of settings, designed to bring her to the height of delight. Mindful of the open blinds yet not caring, seemed to bring a heightened sense of excitement and an urgency to get the job done. In the past, even when living alone, masturbating in front of an open window (especially made safer being it was two or three stories high) always made her feel dangerous and upped her ability to achieve orgasm.

Crawling on her bedspread with her ass up in the air and her legs spread, she applied a gentle pressure and turned the vibrator on to the second level. Her heart quickly began to accelerate as she moved the toy exactly where she needed it to reach climax, all the while envisioning a passerby happening on the scene unfolding inside the bedroom. She needn't have worried, as the windows had a dark screen over the outside, possibly preventing prying eyes from what was taking place, yet the thought alone was enough to get her going.

Scrunching the bedspread in her left fist as her right worked the toy until she was close to ecstasy, she also fantasized she was getting licked from behind by a tall, dark, stranger who just happened to show up out of nowhere. Once he got her good and wet, she imagined him taking her ass and shoving his decent sized, fully erect member where no one else had been in years. She imagined the pain would be temporary and the continued vibration working her erogenous zones would make it more than tolerable and with that, she came almost violently. 

'That's what he gets for leaving me alone all the time', she thought as she made her way sassily across the bedroom to the adjoining bath where she planned to shower and get back to her daily activities, now that her cardio was properly taken care of. Come to think of it, the shower massage was just another toy she could add to her box, an imaginary place she stored all her fantasies and the tools she used to get what he couldn't or wouldn't give.

She remembered another time when she was a hot, young thing, before she knew what a real toy was or that such a thing was even available, she would use the base of her toothbrush or even the handle of her hairbrush, never inserting, just playing across her clitoris until she brought herself to the height of ecstasy. She never even considered that these were a type of toy themselves, she just learned early on how to please herself when a man was not in the picture. 

Before she was married, she had been engaged to a handsome, mysterious man who was so obsessed with her and wanted only to fulfill her sexual desires any way he could. She longed for that kind of relationship again and wondered why it never worked out for them. Why, they never needed any kind of toy save for a pair of handcuffs or a nice silk scarf to have the most titallating, exciting sex of her life! However the more she thought back on it, the more she remembered, like the fact that he wanted her in bed more than out of it. He liked to tie her up and tease her until she begged for mercy, sometimes fucking her until she was sore. She related such a story to her mother once who urged her to break up with him before he really hurt her.

She remembered another time when he ignored her "safe" word and, thinking she was drunk enough, attempted to take her from behind while she was tied, spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded for extra sensory delight, yet that was not what she felt on that particular occasion. His Greek heritage should have made her aware of his dark intentions, but she had trusted him not to take the game too far. That was her fault she guessed, and as he plunged into her back side while fingering her hot, wet vagina, she screamed and he claimed she was just that into it. So he kept going but her rigitidy caused her to tighten her anal muscles and he actually ripped her sensitive tissues. Now she remembered why they didn't work out. That kind of adoration and possession she could do without, thank you very much.

Maybe it was her lot in life, she thought, to be stuck in a safe and boring marriage, with only her toys to please her when her urges reached a fever pitch. She figured what was the harm, he never suspected (as far as she knew) and she always made sure to make him feel like a man when he was home and gave her any affection. It just seemed to her he was gone an awful lot, how many business trips could one employer want? Maybe he was having an affair, no that couldn't be it. After all, she had bought him his own special toy...oh wait! What if he had it with him?