stared at the contents.
No wonder the box had been so heavy.
It was a beautiful, glass dildo. “Sex toy” was far too banal
for something this exquisite. Poppy picked it up, hefting it in her hands and
stroking the smooth glass. It was a gorgeous dark green but with tiny little
bubbles of silver and gold suspended in the blown glass. What sort of craftsman
spent his or her days making anything so beautiful? Just to own it was a
delight and to think of the use to which Stéphane would put it. That alone had
her nipples hardening as sweet warmth gathered in her cunt.
It was gorgeous, exquisite and hers. Holding it up to the
light, Poppy marveled at such a perfect and expensive gift. A different man
might have given jewelry or a silk scarf but Stéphane chose something that would
give them both pleasure. She couldn’t help wondering where he’d bought it. She definitely
wanted to visit the same shop one day. Soon. But that wasn’t all. At the bottom
of the box was a tube of lubricant and tucked into the tissue, a brief note.
“For you, my dear Poppy. Play with the godemichet while I am away and think of me.”
Now she knew the French for dildo. That had never come up at
in French lessons at school.
So he wanted her to pleasure herself, did he? That wouldn’t
be arduous. Just holding the beautiful creation was a pleasure. As for sliding
it into her cunt… She went a little dry-mouthed at the idea.
Doing it justice needed preparation. First a shower. A pity
she didn’t have any candles, but she’d settle for muted light from the street
outside. And thinking of Stéphane, and the way his cock filled her mouth, would
be a good way to start.
Soft silk sheets would have been nice, not that she’d ever actually
come across silk sheets but they sounded downright decadent. Still, freshly
laundered cotton wasn’t too bad. She had rays of light through the closed
shutters and a glass of wine. Poppy sipped on the wine, thought back to the rather
unexpected but very worthwhile night with Stéphane, and rubbed the glass godemiche t
between her breasts. It was cold at first but soon warmed by her body as she slowly
stroked it down her belly to nestle between her legs.
She was already in the mood and thinking about his promise
to spank her had her primed and ready. Why was she so needy? So easily aroused?
Aroused by the prospect of Stéphane pulling down her panties and spanking her
bottom. Wet wasn’t the word for her cunt at that thought. She wanted him,
needed him, but she’d have to improvise and he’d certainly given her a lovely
way to ensure contentment.
She doubted she needed any lubricant but since he’d been so
thoughtful, might as well make use of it. It had a sweet, almost spicy scent,
as she ran her fingers up and down the smooth green glass. Nice.
Spreading her legs, she nudged the tip of the dido between
her labia and stroked her clit. Wonderful. Nowhere near the pleasure of his cock
but he wasn’t here. Poppy set up a slow rhythm, teasing and caressing herself. As
her arousal built, she shifted, placing her feet flat on the bed and opening
her thighs, as she pressed the dildo against the opening in her pussy. The cool
glass was hard, harder than any cock, but it was smooth as it slid into her. She
paused for a moment just to absorb the sensation and think of Stéphane. What was
he doing now? Thinking of her? Wondering what she was doing?
He shouldn’t be, he surely knew. She pressed it in all the
way. She was filled and stretched as she relaxed to let her body accept the
intrusion. Good, but still not quite enough. Reaching down, Poppy began fucking
herself, setting up a steady rhythm as she eased the dildo out then, back,
twisting it a little so it pressed against her clit.
Wonderful! Incredible! Keeping her wrists steady, she worked
herself faster, increasing the speed and pressure until she was close to
coming. Her hand worked at fever speed but it was still not quite enough. With
her other hand
No wonder the box had been so heavy.
It was a beautiful, glass dildo. “Sex toy” was far too banal
for something this exquisite. Poppy picked it up, hefting it in her hands and
stroking the smooth glass. It was a gorgeous dark green but with tiny little
bubbles of silver and gold suspended in the blown glass. What sort of craftsman
spent his or her days making anything so beautiful? Just to own it was a
delight and to think of the use to which Stéphane would put it. That alone had
her nipples hardening as sweet warmth gathered in her cunt.
It was gorgeous, exquisite and hers. Holding it up to the
light, Poppy marveled at such a perfect and expensive gift. A different man
might have given jewelry or a silk scarf but Stéphane chose something that would
give them both pleasure. She couldn’t help wondering where he’d bought it. She definitely
wanted to visit the same shop one day. Soon. But that wasn’t all. At the bottom
of the box was a tube of lubricant and tucked into the tissue, a brief note.
“For you, my dear Poppy. Play with the godemichet while I am away and think of me.”
Now she knew the French for dildo. That had never come up at
in French lessons at school.
So he wanted her to pleasure herself, did he? That wouldn’t
be arduous. Just holding the beautiful creation was a pleasure. As for sliding
it into her cunt… She went a little dry-mouthed at the idea.
Doing it justice needed preparation. First a shower. A pity
she didn’t have any candles, but she’d settle for muted light from the street
outside. And thinking of Stéphane, and the way his cock filled her mouth, would
be a good way to start.
Soft silk sheets would have been nice, not that she’d ever actually
come across silk sheets but they sounded downright decadent. Still, freshly
laundered cotton wasn’t too bad. She had rays of light through the closed
shutters and a glass of wine. Poppy sipped on the wine, thought back to the rather
unexpected but very worthwhile night with Stéphane, and rubbed the glass godemiche t
between her breasts. It was cold at first but soon warmed by her body as she slowly
stroked it down her belly to nestle between her legs.
She was already in the mood and thinking about his promise
to spank her had her primed and ready. Why was she so needy? So easily aroused?
Aroused by the prospect of Stéphane pulling down her panties and spanking her
bottom. Wet wasn’t the word for her cunt at that thought. She wanted him,
needed him, but she’d have to improvise and he’d certainly given her a lovely
way to ensure contentment.
She doubted she needed any lubricant but since he’d been so
thoughtful, might as well make use of it. It had a sweet, almost spicy scent,
as she ran her fingers up and down the smooth green glass. Nice.
Spreading her legs, she nudged the tip of the dido between
her labia and stroked her clit. Wonderful. Nowhere near the pleasure of his cock
but he wasn’t here. Poppy set up a slow rhythm, teasing and caressing herself. As
her arousal built, she shifted, placing her feet flat on the bed and opening
her thighs, as she pressed the dildo against the opening in her pussy. The cool
glass was hard, harder than any cock, but it was smooth as it slid into her. She
paused for a moment just to absorb the sensation and think of Stéphane. What was
he doing now? Thinking of her? Wondering what she was doing?
He shouldn’t be, he surely knew. She pressed it in all the
way. She was filled and stretched as she relaxed to let her body accept the
intrusion. Good, but still not quite enough. Reaching down, Poppy began fucking
herself, setting up a steady rhythm as she eased the dildo out then, back,
twisting it a little so it pressed against her clit.
Wonderful! Incredible! Keeping her wrists steady, she worked
herself faster, increasing the speed and pressure until she was close to
coming. Her hand worked at fever speed but it was still not quite enough. With
her other hand
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