I don’t think we have made it to the point in our relationship where we will do… everything.
And by everything, yes, I mean… anal.
I hear him joking with his buddies. Laughing and judging each other over butt stuff. With women of course.
Some men are for it…
Some men want nothing to do with it.
I think the man I love wants nothing to do with it. Actually, I know he wants nothing to do with it…
I’ve asked.
So, here I am, holding one of my dildos in my hand, running a bath.
It has a suction cup on the end. So I can stick it to surfaces and please myself the way I like.
I was up so late, horny, thinking of all of the ways Drew and I will have sex when he gets home.
But now… I’ve worked myself up so much, I can’t wait.
I’ve already mapped out where I’ll sit down in the tub. I place the dildo right between my legs, a little ways back to make sure it’s not too far forward, and press it down by the suction cup.
This is by far one of my crazier ideas. But… I can’t take it anymore. I am a woman who can feel electricity through my whole body. Through my entire downstairs and out the back.
Drew doesn’t want to come near my hole with his cock.. Maybe one day he will. But until then, looks like I’ll be taking matters into my own hands.
The water is getting higher. If you’re asking why I chose to do this in the bathtub, it’s because I don’t have lube, and I don’t know how messy this will be. Ya, I could do an enema. But I don’t have a kit for that either. So, here we are.
I looked over and realized I didn’t have a towel in the bathroom yet, so I stepped into the hallway to grab one. Drew is walking up the stairs and headed right to the bathroom. My throat closes and my chest tightens. He isn’t supposed to be home yet.
I’ve already put my hand on a towel, I grab it and run in behind Drew, in temps to distract him and shew him out of the bathroom before he sees. I don’t know how he will feel about what’s in the bathtub. But I’m canceling this whole, entire plan. Never again! This is so embarrassing!
I step in behind him and it is too late. Drew is looking in the tub. My breath hitches and I start to hear my heartbeat in my ears. I try to see his face if he is mad. But I see no expression. Drew stands there and takes his things out of his pockets to sit on the sink counter. Still, he doesn’t say anything.
I’ve now realized the towel I was holding is covering half of my face. I’m hiding, afraid. I can get dressed and leave him and he won’t have to see me ever again.
Should I say anything? Will he say anything? This is becoming so awkward. My eyes are stinging, and tears are about to come out of them. Maybe he is so mad, he can’t come up with words.
Drew turns toward me, all the while still looking at the tub. Oh God, here it is. He is going to get rid of me. I would get rid of me.
He finally looks at me and my entire body freezes. I’ve stopped breathing.
“Are you going to get in the tub? Or let the water get cold?”
Uh, I’m sorry… What?!
He steps toward me and pulls down my towel, hanging it on the hook beside me. He grabs either of my arms and guides me to the tub. As I stand beside it, he leans down, placing a kiss on my lips. His soft, sensual, heart-melting kisses. My insides awaken and my legs grow weak from the tingling shooting out from below.
I pull away from his lips and let out a plea, “Drew.” It’s all I manage. It is a moan or an apology. Something to avoid the awkwardness of this situation entirely. Or maybe get out of it.
“It’s all right Kay. I want you to get in. My baby needs it. I want her to get what she needs. It’s ok.”
I am holding onto his arms for dear life. I thought he’d be mad, disgusted. But he is helping me.
I let out the longest breath I’ve been holding in this whole time.
Drew smiles and turns my body toward the bath.
“Get in,” he says.
I step into the bath and turn away from the dildo. I can’t sit down, my body is still in shock. Drew’s hands trace my back, and across my stomach as he leans in to kiss along my ear. I groan and bring my arms up to hold onto his. As I hold his arm, his starts to fall to my front. His fingers trace down between my legs, pressing into the entrance of my home. I groan some more as his kisses continue down my neck. His fingers play with me. Rubbing over my clit, down into my entrance again, and back up. My hold gets tighter on his hand as the sensations grow.
Before I can hold his hand down there forever, he pulls away. He steps back and tells me to sit down. My head turns toward him, but I am scared to look at him. How am I this suddenly shy? He is so intimidating.
I reach my hands out to either side of the tub and slowly sit down. Purposely leaving the dildo behind me. One, because I don’t think I should put it in me with him in the same room, and two, because I want to avoid this whole stupid plan of mine.
He kneels down beside me and looks back at the dildo.
“I can’t imagine this was going in your vagina. Considering that’s what you have me for.” He says.
I look up at the ceiling and let out a cry. How is this man fucking real!
He continues, “Come, I’ll help you. My baby needs this and I want her to get what she needs.”
My body relaxes down and I let out another cry of a moan. My body is numb at this point. From him, the situation. The feels of everything crashing together and I can’t handle it. I should just let it all take over and accept what’s to come…
Me, I will be cumming… so fucking hard.
Drew leans in and his hands settle on my front and back. They glide down into the water, finding their way under me. My head leans back as I relax onto his hands. His hand on my front finds its way into my home again. Rubbing down in and curling his fingers up into me. His hand on my backside made its way down to my hole. He applies pressure, but not enough to get his fingers in.
His fingers are held inside of me, and with his backhand to guide my body, he lifts me up slightly, bringing my body over top of the dildo.
The air leaves my body and my arms reach out to hold onto the tub. I stare ahead and blink uncontrollably, still not able to look Drew in the eyes. My breathing is strong and I feel my heart beating out of my chest. I think I might have a heart attack.
He slowly lets my body fall back down. I am expecting the feel the dildo at some point. And almost immediately, there is it. It presses against my hole and my body tightens. My breathing is deep and fast. Drew continues to caress my front. It’s to distract my back, and it works.
He holds me there, above the dildo. Massaging my front with his fingers to calm me down. When his fingers behind me move, I tense again.
“You will need to relax for this baby,” he says.
I tilt my head toward him and manage to respond this time. Words however don’t come out. I shake my head up and down. And at that, his fingers move inside of my front again. I moan at the sensations and relax my backside.
His palm presses on my front, while I feel his fingers guide the dildo into my hole. The head of it presses against me and I tense. Trying to bring my body back up.
Drew moves his fingers at my front and the feelings aren’t pain anymore. It’s pleasure. And my body relaxes again. I try to feel the dildo at my hole, trying to focus on accepting it.
Drew lifts me up slightly, “Again Kay,” and he pushes me back down, holding me over the head of the dildo again. This time, it went in easier, and more pleasurable than the first time.
He holds me there, rubbing his hand at my front, continuing the sensations. It’s helping… a lot.
He lifts me up, my body wants to tense, but he keeps his fingers pressed deep inside of me, he reassures me again, “Relax baby. You’re going to go down farther this time.”
I moan and turn my head towards him in acknowledgment. He smiles and leans in to kiss me under my ear.
At the feeling, his hands push me down. He guides the dildo inside of me and I remember to keep my body relaxed. This time I feel the head of the dildo go in, and maybe a little bit more of it.
My breathing is hard and long again. His fingers move at my front and it makes me moan. I lean my head back and let all of the electricity leave my body. My legs shake as everything starts to feel overwhelming.
My eyes open to see the ceiling. Drew leans back from my neck, “You’re doing great Kay. I want my baby to cum all over my fingers.”
At his words, my body relaxes more and I find my body moving further down on the dildo. I let out a moan and instinctively start to move my body. Up. Down. Up and down again. Feeling the dildo going in and out of my hole. The head of it presses at my hole, but I resume back down, feeling it enter my body. The feeling sends a different feeling out of my body. Up my back.
Drew’s fingers moving in and out of my vagina to match the rhythm.
“That’s it baby, ride it. Ride my fingers. You’re so fucking wet. Keep going Kay.”
I moan and bring my hand down to hold his. Feeling him move inside of me. My body moves up and down, a few more times before the feelings become too much.
I hold his hand tighter to my clit, rubbing it along as his fingers continue, in and out. I moan, leaning my head back as my body gives up to everything. Shocking waves crash out of my body, out of my legs, throwing my body forward as the pulses start around Drew’s fingers.
“That’s it Kay.”
His fingers press in deeper and my body slams down harder on the dildo. My body jolts and twitches as the orgasm wrecks my entire body. I moan with every exhale of breath.
I keep my hand pressed against his until I start to slow down. As I do, Drew keeps his fingers deep inside of me.
I come to a slow stop and settle myself on the dildo, my breathing still fast.
I feel his fingers slowly leave my body. It aches from the sensation.
I keep my head forward still. Why can’t I look at him?
His hand comes up to my face and turns me to look at him. He leans in to kiss me. As he backs away I can see a smile on his face. I can’t say I have the same on mine.
“You ok?” He asks.
“Yes…” My breath shaky. “Thank you.”
“Do you need help getting out?”
I quickly answer, “No.”
His smile widens more. It finally makes me smile. I let out a short chuckle.
“Please, I can do it. Just please leave the bathroom.” I look back down at the water. Insinuating the repercussions of this activity.
“Ok,” he says. He leans in to kiss me on the head, then backs away and stands. He is almost out of the bathroom when he turns back, “Are you sure?” He asks with an evil grin.
“Yes! Please get out,” I respond with a wide, obnoxious smile.
He pulls the door close behind him, laughing on the way out.
I can’t believe we just did that. If he can never give me his own cock back there, at least I know he is willing to help me in a different way.