It is a Saturday just like any other for Isabella. She lies in bed listening to the familiar ticking of the clock as dawn creeps towards daylight. It is 4 a.m. and she resists the urge to toss and turn in this familiar state of early waking that has become her newest habit. She will not give into the frustration of it. She has just heard Rob's key in the door, signaling his departure for the airport. She has the whole house and the whole weekend to herself.
Isabella reaches through the semi-darkness towards her night table drawer. "This might help get me back to sleep." She thinks, pulling out her bullet vibe, its long cord caught in the purple gel dildo as she withdraws it from her toy box. She decides to heed the tangle and make use of both toys..."Oh and why not throw in some anal beads too?" she thinks, her hand deftly searching in the darkness for the familiar latex string.
A bottle of lube glows on the night table and she reaches for it, spraying its scented silkiness on each toy. She lifts the satin sheet and notices the paleness of her taut leg in the advancing light. She spreads her butt cheeks and slowly works the anal beads inside. one, two...four...eight....ten, gasping as they nestle in snugly to the last bead before the pull ring. Her sex is tingling from the sensation of her anal canal being so full. She is definitely turned on.
Next she guides the gel dildo into her now wet pussy, angling it upward towards her G-spot. She will turn the control for vibration later. Now the familiar humming of the bullet vibe fills the room as she slides it into the soft peachy folds of her moistness, right next to her hardening clit..."There," she thinks aloud to herself. "All filled now." She lies back on the pillows and gives in to the soft hum of the bullet on her love button. "Mmmm..." she purrs softly and turns up the control on the dildo, feeling it pulse deep against her cervix and G-spot.
Her mind plays with the fantasy that is forever beckoning to her: lying in bed in the dark, a masked stranger enters the room, taking her completely. He is dressed in black, with a thin ski mask over his face, his body firmly athletic as he lowers himself onto the bed, onto her. She can smell him, his musky scent. He is scrubbed and fresh but for the manly smell of pheromones releasing into the soft summer air of her upstairs bedroom.
The slow hum of the vibe plays on her clit, dancing and gently strumming the chords of her sensuality. Her hand pulls at the end of the dildo, gliding it in and out of her gaping, wet pussy in a rhythmic motion, deeply withdrawing it and then quickly pushing it back inside. Her hips are writhing as her hand moves to the pull ring at the top of the anal beads, pulling just enough to feel a resistance against her tight sphincter muscle. She won't quite pull it out for that would change the sensation of fullness. That she will save for the climax.
She imagines this masked stranger now deep inside her, as though his throbbing member is the gel dildo pushing in and out of her aching pussy. She imagines his fingers probing deeply where the anal beads are nestled. She visualizes the fingers of his other hand on her hard clit, massing the side just next to the fold of her glistening lips. Low, guttural moans escape from her chest. Isabella is quivering on the bed, sweating now as her sex is filled with toys and her mind with fantasy.