It was perhaps the most romantic present anyone had ever given me. It was something he had made himself, put time and effort into. It was an unexpected present and although it looked a little Tonya Todman (or perhaps Bob The Builder), it worked fine and I was pleased with it.
It was some kind of battery thing that whirred and jiggled when you flicked a switch and then gaff tape and the jewelled green handle of a screwdriver held in place. I wasn't certain when I first opened the wrapping. I was all, 'oh, thanks' without really understanding until he turned it on and it started to buzz and the green end bounced quickly back and forth.
I knew about vibrators I had seen them in porn but I had never actually met one in real life. Now I had. A home-made thing constructed with a little skill and a lot of tenderness.
He unwrapped me in turn, and there was a click of plastic on bone when it rattled against my pubis. He pressed the screwdriver end inside me and the sound of it was muffled by his hand, the various folds and clutches of flesh. I could feel the judder of it echo out towards my skin. A little twitching, and I was quick to distance myself from the situation, talking myself down, because it would all be over if I jumped off to quickly.
It was difficult to stay removed from my body. The vibrations called me back into myself. My skin was twitchy tingly. I dragged his head towards me and kissed his open mouth and whispered love into him.
I wanted it to last, but of course it didn't and I tripped into the disappointment of an early conclusion.
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