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With one tap, “Blister in the Sun” by the Violent Femmes flows from the speaker before I place my phone back on the nightstand and head to the bathroom to get the lube.
Lube is essential. I never leave home without it. Figuratively. There are plenty of places I go without it, like the grocery store, for example, but some girls are slip and slides and others the Tin Man. And there’s nothing worse than dry fucking yourself.
I grab it and head back to the bed before I slip into my sheets, scooting down until the blanket is under my chin. A quiet exhale leaves me before I reach for the appetizer of the meal, my lemon.
But first, lube. It goes on everything.
The cool liquid gives me a shiver as it spreads over my clit. I swallow, trying to let my brain quiet and my body grow heavy. But the buzz makes me smile wider before I put it in place and close my eyes.
To help me relax, I go over the order. First, I use the lemon to get me revved up. Then come the big guns. And if I need more because my orgasm is stubborn, the beads bring it home.
Is it a lot? Maybe? Am I uptight? Probably.
But coming has always been hard for me. Pleasure never comes easy. So having a plan makes me feel better.
I think I spent so many years hearing that my body was broken that, somehow, even though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true, the idea became so internalized that I couldn’t relax enough to concentrate. Or maybe I concentrate too hard, which makes it hard to relax.
Either way, without my ritual, I end up screwed and not in a good way.
Currently, however, the song is doing its job and helping me zone out as I let my mind wander. One deep, calming breath follows another as I try to replace my thoughts with more lustful ones.
And let’s be honest, after yoga, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
I squeeze my eyes closed a little tighter, trying to focus on the feelings that stirred inside me as I picture the gleam of sunshine on Brody’s pecs as his arm muscles strained and rippled.
My clit pulses to life, and I smile.
“There it is.”
But as quickly as it begins, it wanes.
I grimace and press my lips together as I try to visualize something even more sexy, like Wells kissing my neck as I run my hands down his abs.
My body warms again as I let out a breathy exhale, but just when I want to move my hips, my body cools again.
What the hell?
I spread my legs a bit, getting serious. A vision of me on my stomach comes to life in my mind. Brooks is taking me from behind. He ruts into me, cupping my breast as his cock fills me.
But again, the sensations stir, all the nerves in my clit begging for more contact until a wall comes down, leaving me frustrated.
“What do you want?” I snap, my eyes springing open.
But no sooner do I say it than the answer presents itself as clear as day, like a dirty Pinterest board of sex. I’m staring straight at a framed banner on the wall that reads: Bliss Babes Wellness.
BBW…Brody, Brooks, and Wells.
My eyes slowly close again because I get it, and I’m not arguing with myself. I said I needed them out of my system. So I might as well fuck them right out.
I lick my lips as my chest begins to rise faster because my imagination goes wild. I’m back in the fantasy from my dream.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” Brody growls.
“Please,” I beg as his hand closes around my throat.
My billowing white nightgown falls as their lips descend upon me, their hands roaming, before someone touches me between my legs.
“Do you want that, Margot?” Wells presses.
