Housekeeping

After a shared bath, and after I'd laid him face down on my yoga mat and massaged his spine with firm thumbs and lemongrass oil, and lifted his feet to lick their soles and suck on his toes, I trickled a few drops of oil along the crack of D's arse and stroked my fingertip across his arsehole, delicately opening it up enough to press the tip of my finger inside. He groaned softly and pushed back a little.

In moving house, D has very bravely tidied my bedside drawers. If it had been up to me, I'd have just taped them shut and moved them as they were; stuffed full of half-empty bottles of lube and ripped open boxes of condoms, wet wipes and spent batteries and bondage rope. But no, not only has he thrown away all the broken and unpopular sex toys, he's even bought me plastic drawer liners from Muji with compartments for everything. Honestly, it's beautiful; I have a special place for vibrators; bondage toys have their own home; I have an arsenal of batteries; he's even re-stocked me with bondage tape and poppers (both things he's keener on than I am but we'll let that pass because even a frankly deviant piece of housekeeping should be applauded).

And it's this which has led me to re-discover a particular vibrator I bought with D in mind and which we used for a while and then forgot about. It's around 7 inches of clear silicon, narrow at its tip but widening in a series of bulges to its base and with a sweet little i-pod style control which can switch between different speeds and patterns of vibration and pulse. I press its tip into his arsehole and feel him stiffen as the first bulge presses against its rim.

"Relax," I whisper and he sighs, sinking back into the mat as I slowly screw the vibe into him, forcing a soft grunt from him as each bulge stretches his hole then sinks in until it's buried deep inside him. I lie along his back, my arms and legs stretched out against his. He wriggles and I bury my face in his shoulder, hiding my smirk as I think about his stiff cock, crushed against the mat by our combined weight.

I switch the vibe on to a low pulse and feel his thighs twitch beneath mine. His breathing grows shallow and I kiss his neck and nip his ear. I murmur that I love him as I shuffle the control through its different speeds and rhythms and feel his body tremble and stiffen with each change, his fingers curled tightly round the edge of the mat, a sharp hiss of air between clenched teeth and his skin damp with sweat on this humid night.

He squirms, rubbing his cock beneath his belly, growing more frantic, my body rolling on top of his. Close now, the vibe pulsing faster, I slide both hands over his mouth and nose, pulling his head back. He tries to shake me free but I clasp my hands tighter and with a muffled bellow he cums, his spunk spurting between his belly and the mat.

What a good job someone bought me a special tray for keeping wet wipes in. I wiped the mat clean while D sprawled on his back, spunk drying on his skin, the vibe switched off but still buried in his arse, eyes shut, breathing hard.

"So," I say brightly, "you never said whether you love me."

He turns his head slowly, peering at me from half-open eyes, then suddenly pinches me in the side of the waist, making me shriek and giggle. "No, I don't love you; you're a complete cow."