—A dildo? —I ask as I take the curious red silicone object out of the case.
—Did you expect something else?
—Well, knowing you, I figured it would be something more sophisticated.
It's made of a silicone that is extremely soft to the touch. And it's made with a lot of detail. I wrap my hand around its circumference and slide it down its length as I squeeze lightly. It feels very real. Extremely real. And I know that these kinds of toys are manufactured by exclusive orders for their more eccentric customers.
—It must have cost quite a lot. —I tell him in a whisper.
—Anything for your pleasure. Besides, I haven't told you the best thing about that, specimen, you have in your hands.
—Well, enlighten me, I'm dying of curiosity.
—That's one of the things I like about you Ana, your thirst for knowledge.
—You know that, when it comes to sex, I'm always open to new suggestions. Pun intended. —I answer with a smile.
—Well, to sum up the characteristics of the object in your hands, it has flavor. I specifically asked for it to be made that way. You should try it and see if it's true. —he suggests seductively.
I already knew it was a made-to-order model. I hold it in my hand and stare at it before bringing it to my mouth and sliding my tongue across it. And it has a delicious Tutty fruty taste. The taste makes me want to devour it over and over again without stopping.
—It's delicious. —I confirm while unconsciously sliding my tongue across my lips as if the taste is still in them.
—One more thing you should know and I think the most important. —he pauses while I listen attentively. —You have in your hands an exact replica of my penis.
—What! —I exclaim in amazement as I stare at the red dildo in my hands.
I turn it sideways and examine it closely for similarities to Christian's dick. I've never stopped to detail it so methodically, though, so I can't tell if it's true until I have them both in front of me.
Do I want to know how that's possible?
No, I don't. But I can imagine it.
—So at least, even if it's not real, you'll feel me between your legs tonight.
This just makes the heat rise all over my body. If I was wet before, I'm even wetter now. And all I can think about is tasting it and feeling it inside me.
—What if I just want to feel you in my mouth. —I answer him boldly as I go back to savoring my new toy and I think my new addiction.
—I wish I could be there right now, so I could watch you while you put your new toy to use.
—I can turn on the camera. —I suggest seductively.
When I'm with Christian I get bold. I've noticed that. I don't know where it comes from. But he brings out my wild side and I love the way he makes me feel in those moments. He makes me feel powerful and that I'm capable of doing and accomplishing anything.
—Not today. Today I want to hear you moan and I want you to tell me everything you are doing.
This is a fantasy I would never have thought of proposing to Christian. Yet here we are. I am naked, with a flavored dildo in my hands, of somewhat familiar dimensions, and no panties.
—Can I put some music on in the background? —I hope he says yes because I'm a little nervous.
—If it makes you relax, you can.
Even from his apartment, without seeing me, he knows how I feel.
—Although if you let me, I have the perfect song for this moment.
—Okay. —I agree because his choice of music has always been perfect for every occasion.
And then an instrumental with violins starts playing in the background. I think I recognize that music, but I can't quite place it.
—Now I want you to start rubbing the dildo, slowly across your clitoris and tell me about what you are doing.
I was planning to do that anyway.
I rest my feet on the bed and spread my legs as I direct the dildo towards my clitoris. And I gently rub the tip over it. The sensation is exquisitely pleasurable and a moan escapes me just as the lyrics of the song begin.
—I love to hear you moan with pleasure Ana. And it only makes me harder than I already am. —he says in a husky voice.
—I can feel how hard you are as I hold you and rub you against me. —I reply as a surge of pleasure begins to increase in intensity inside me.
I continue to rub his silicone member against my clit. And I think I hear Christian let out a moan of pleasure on the other end of the line.
—Tell me how it feels? —his voice is pure desire.
—Mmm—I can barely articulate as the pleasure I'm feeling begins to cloud my senses.
The wetness between my legs gets wetter by the second. I slide it between my folds and hold back a moan as I push the tip inside me. And this movement coincides exactly with the climax of the song. It's as if it's all perfectly timed.
—Ana, talk to me!
—You feel so good as you enter me, little by little. —And slowly I push it in a little further.
My walls squeeze it as I start to slide it out.
—You like that, slowly.
I continue to slide it in and out, very slowly, taking in all the sensations it provokes in me.
— I like it that way. —I reply in a moan.
And this is something I'd like to experience with him. Christian has never taken me slowly. He has never made love to me in every sense of the word. I know we both like wild, possessive sex, that we like it rough. But I wouldn't mind him taking me slowly like this.
I continue to move the dildo in and out as I close my eyes and imagine Christian moving this slow over me. And as the image of his smile comes into my mind, the pleasure builds inside me. My walls contract and clench around him. I let out a moan of pure pleasure. My breathing has quickened and I half-open my lips to breathe better.
—Don't stop talking. Tell me what's happening in your body.
—My walls are contracting around you while your hot dick is throbbing inside me. —I tell him in a voice hoarse with pure desire.
—Do you feel how hard I am? I'm like this for you, because I want you.
—Christian! —I let out his name in a gasp.
I open my eyes, and for a moment I imagine I'm not in my apartment. I'm in his bed while he makes sweet, slow love to me. It's not wild passion like I'm used to, it's slow and sensual. And I like it.
—Don't stop! —I cry out to him as I continue my movements.
I push it all the way in and it hits the most sensitive spot in my vagina, the one that makes me scream with pleasure and that only Christian, besides me, knows where to find it. And once again it coincides with the moment of the song's chorus.
This is too much of a coincidence. And I know it's impossible for Christian to be manipulating the timing of the song. But it's just too perfect for lovemaking.
—Does it feel good? —he asks me as I continue the movements a little faster now.
—Heavenly. —I tell him in a moan. —Don't stop!
The movements become faster as my walls tighten around him.
—I'm not going to do it, baby. I just want to fill you completely. And stay inside you until your sex stops pulsing for me.
And I can't talk anymore as it all gets mixed up in my head. The intensity of my movements making my walls clench even tighter. Christian's moans on the other end of the line that heighten the sensations in my body. And the tempo of the song, that's the pinnacle. That's the climax. It's all I need for my body to mold to his and begin to tremble with pleasure.
—Feel me Ana. —Christian gasps and moans.
—I feel you. —I tell him in a choked moan of pleasure as I bite my lower lip.
The song increases in intensity as do my hand movements.
—Feel me as I fill you completely.
His voice is all I need. And with the singer's scream, I scream too and let myself go in an intense orgasm that sweeps over all my senses.
Barely a few seconds pass when my body begins to stop shaking. And only then does my mind clear and I internalize the song I'm listening to. And as I finish listening to the end of the song, I can concentrate well and I recognize it, it's one of my favorite songs. I don't think Christian knows it, and if he does, I don't think he knows why it is.
It's been a long time since I've listened to this song and to do it precisely to have sex, it wasn't in my plans for her.
—This has been fun. —Christian says on the other end of the line, getting my attention. —I hope you had fun with your new toy.
—I did, thanks for the gift.
—I just hope you won't use it without me.
—I won't. —I confirm.
I don't think I need to use it as long as I have him.
—Goodnight baby, see you tomorrow at dinner. —he says by way of goodbye.
—See you tomorrow. —I say goodbye as he hangs up.
And I lie there on my bed staring at the ceiling. I put my hands to my chest. My heart still hasn't calmed down. It's beating wildly. And the lyrics and the music is still stuck in my head. I never imagined myself doing this with anyone. Much less with one of my favorite songs. And then the lyrics of Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing slowly come into my mind.
Only then do I internalize it. I don't know if Christian did it on purpose. Or if he meant something by that song. But for me, that song has been a declaration of love. I just hope it's true and that Christian confirms that I'm not in error.