Once again he is gone. Still in the glow of climax, and evidence of his orgasm on her still upon her backside. She was surprised that he did not clean her up as he had before, until she removed her mask. A nice small towel lay on the floor near her with a daisy and once again one of his notes.
"Did I tell you how amazing your body is? Your kisses are soul filling. Your energy is intoxicating. I thank you for sharing yourself with me, and letting me help you find pleasure filled release."
Once again if you want to play more just text me. This time I want you to say what your libido needs most to get there."
After reading that, her thoughts were of how in the world could she come up with anything when he surprises her each time.
Cleaning up, followed by getting dressed, she took a look in the mirror of the bathroom just off the bedroom. A noticeable glow flushed her cheeks. She sniffed the flower and headed out.
Sitting on her couch knowing that work was the next day was not her idea of a good bedtime story. Nothing on the TV was of interest. She turned it off and looked across the room at the two daisies in a glass on the table. This did make her feel flush. Her mind flowed through the ideas of each encounter, and the fact she had no idea who he was. Things he did surprised her how much they turned her on.
She readied herself for bed. This time she decided to put on a light tank top and shorts pj set she had. Laying there her mind kept going over it all. She found that a couple of things were shining through. His voice and smell were first to come up, followed by how he seemed to know exactly how to rub and tease her clit. His tongue on her sensitive places was pretty high up there. The kisses were toe curling, but what was really surprising was three things. His spanks, how they turned her on more than she had ever thought it could. The illicit sensation of his playing with her backside. The feeling of pleasure mixed with thoughts of it being taboo. Then the most arousing by far is his cum on her skin. She had no idea that being painted would be so erotic. Just the thought of it hitting her skin made her so incredibly slick.
The thinking about this as she lays in bed was not a good combination. The security of the bed had her reaching into her shorts to feel her shaved smooth sex. The cleft was already slick. A decision to opt for a toy this time instead of her fingers. The toys had not been out for quite a while. The fact her libido had been taking a back seat for a while didn't help. She reaches for a leopard print pillow on her bed. It was a decoy, inside it was a few toys that she had for a while. Finding the one that she knew would do the trick. It was a small vibrator, simple adjustment, still took batteries. Turning the end on it started the process. A light hum to at first. Slipping it under her loose shorts and began to rub the lips. The sensation was pleasant. Pressing it a little harder, her lubrication let it ease to her button. This made it much better. Small rubs and the vibration helped. Slowly her excitement grew. Turning it up felt better, the waves of buzzing having its desired effect. Pressure over motion was getting her there faster. The final turn up and it felt wonderful, closer and closer she got, right on the edge and then nothing. Nothing at all, the little fucker died on her. Her frustration abounded. She twisted and smacked at the toy but nothing. So mad she flung it across the room. Laying there she was horny but defeated. She finally rubbed it the rest of the way but it was mechanical, not as enjoyable as she hoped.
Laying there slightly pissed off she looked through her phone one last time. Then she did it, she texted him.
"Sex toys."
Now being late thinking he would not answer back, she was startled when he did.
"Toys huh?" He replies
"Yeah mine just died and I was almost there." She pouted
"What kind?" He asks
"Wait take a picture of all of your toys." He says
"Seriously you want me to take a picture of all my toys?" She asks
"Yes." Was all he said
She gets up and dumps the contents of her pillow and restreves the culprit, and lays them on her bed. Takes the picture and sends it.
"Well let's see here, I see what looks like a couple small vibrators, a bottle of lube, and what is that little tin?" He asks.
"They are blowjob mints." Is her answer.
"Which one is the offending party?" He inquires
"The little blue one." She says back.
"So would you like to meet tomorrow night? I will bring you a couple of new toys, oh and a new bottle of lube." He says
"Sure, do you want me to bring cash to pay for them?" She asks.
"No, just be open minded." Was his answer.
"Text me when you will be free tomorrow night and I will tell you where." He instructs
