Coral Brennan collapsed onto her couch. What a day! She'd been surprised by no fewer than 50 friends to celebrate her 30th birthday. The soft blue-green display on the clock read 2 am, the night had flown by and gifts we're strewn about her family room. A silk scarf from her best friend Jan, a tourmaline necklace from 3 gals in her office she ate lunch with once a week, a small Coach handbag from her favorite aunt. Of course there were the obligatory gag gifts, an "Over the Hill" coffee mug, an "I'm not 30, only $29.95" T-shirt, and an assortment of 1970's candy. The place was a mess but she decided she'd clean up in the morning. With a smile she hoisted herself up from the couch, turned out the lights and made her way up the stairs to bed. An evening full of laughter, food and martinis had worn her out.
Shuffling towards her bedroom Coral opened the door and reached to the left to flip on the light. She began to unbutton her skirt when something on the bed caught her eye. It was the metallic shine of a gift bag, a silvery luminescence that turned the colors of the rainbow when the light hit it just right. It was the size of a shopping bag, the kind one would get at a department store. The bag handles were silver as well, and there was a glittery red gift tag hanging from them.
Her first thought was, who had been in her bedroom? She had seen guests going up and down the stairs, but only because there was another bathroom to be used besides the one on the main level near the kitchen. Maybe Jan and Nanci, her friends that had thrown the party for her, had left her something else. She couldn't imagine why, the gifts they had given her were lovely.
Coral walked to the bed, letting her skirt slide to the floor as she did so. She moved the bag closer to her and turned the gift tag so it could be read;
I will bring to life your sexual desire. Inside of your heart is a smoldering fire I am with you already, you've nothing to fear Say the name Adammair, and I shall appear
Coral smiled. Someone who knew her well was toying with her. As a professor of European Literature she was well acquainted with Adammair. He was a Celtic God of virility, fabled to be almost insatiable.
Whose clever game was this? Coral had not dated in the last three months following a breakup with her boyfriend of 2 years. Was this a ploy by him to get her back? No, she decided, Jack was not this imaginative, and he'd surely never written a verse of anything in his lifetime. Perhaps her friends we're teasing her, they were always hounding her to get back on the dating band wagon. Coral sat down on her bed and decided to peer into the bag.
The scent of lavender wafted into the room as she removed the red shimmery stuffing that was hiding the bags contents. The first item she pulled out was a hot pink "rabbit" vibrator. Coral smiled and rolled her eyes. This was definitely the work of her friends giving her a strong hint to start looking for a man.
The next item out of the bag was a set of nipple jewelery. Coral's nipples were not pierced; these were the type that had an adjustable ring that simply went around the erect nipple. Once on, they looked as nice as the real thing. These were a pretty blue crystal that dangled about an inch long. The color matched Coral's eyes nicely.
Feeling for the next surprise, Coral's hands felt something silky. Tied together with a black ribbon were 4 pieces of blue silk, each about 24" long. Again, someone knew her and her surroundings. These ties would bind someone nicely to her queen size four poster bed.
Next in her bag of goodies came a medium sized butt plug, clear in color but there were sparkles set into the plastic. This item set Coral's mind to wandering. She had no experience with anything anal, sex or toys. She thought about it while masturbating sometimes, but never had the courage to actually put anything into her ass.
The last item she took from her goody bag was a set of nipple clamps. Again, these were something Coral had never used, but her nipples were sensitive and she loved having them played with. She saw that the clamps could be adjusted, and that they came with little weights that could be hung off of them.
Coral smiled once more, enjoying the sense of humor her girlfriends had exhibited. She noticed as she slid from the bed that her silky French bikini style underwear were wet. She reached down to confirm her feeling of dampness, and sure enough her fingers proved her suspicion. She loved the way her totally shaven pussy felt under the soft silk of her panties.
Walking into her master bath she shed her top and her bra, unhooking it from the front and letting it fall to the floor. She slid her wet panties down her long, slim legs and left them on the floor as well as she made her way to the sink to brush her teeth.
Coral stood in front of the mirror as she went through her night time ritual of teeth brushing and face washing. She thought for 30 she looked great, her 36 C breasts still round and perky, her nipples large and a feminine soft pink. Her waist was small and curved into ample hips, a pretty hour glass shape formed there and led down to her shaved pussy. She loved the look of no hair between her legs, clean and soft, and it seemed to make the skin more sensitive to the touch.
She ran a brush through her long black hair. Piercing blue eyes rimmed with jet black lashes earned her many a turned head. The fact that she really didn't see herself as beautiful made her even more appealing to men.
She walked toward her bed and eyed all of her new toys. Might at as well play with her pussy, wet as it was. It had been months since she'd had sex, so toys were her new best friend. She read the gift tag again and smiled. "Adammair", she said. "Wish you were here to play with me."
