Obsessions Turn Deadly Real Quick
Bella awoke in her bed, drenched in sweat.
"No, no, no, no!" Each protest was accented by a punch to her mattress. This had been the third night in a row her mysterious Italian man had come to dreams and defiled her sleep. The third time she'd woke to drenched sheet, aching body, and a throbbing clit that would not be appeased.
She'd confided in Alice about her problem, and of course the little pixie had plenty of advice to offer.
"I think your body is trying to tell you something, Bella," Alice insisted. "You're obviously attracted to him."
Obviously . . .
When Bella outright ignored her suggestions to seduce him the next time she saw him, she found a small package on my doorstep when she arrived home from work that afternoon. Curious, Bella picked it up and headed inside.
Tossing her keys and purse onto the counter, she stared at the unexpected box with a little more than trepidation. Bella grabbed a knife out of the drawer and began working on the industrial strength tape.
A soft pink box lay under the thick brown sheet paper, and on top sat a card from the gift giver.
Bella – if you can't beat it . . .
She opened the box and found a vibrator in the shape of a well-endowed man part laying in a blanket of pink tissue paper. Shocked, she dropped the box like it contained a venomous snake, which caused the 'mini-serpent' in question to flop comically to the floor and roll a few feet across the tiles.
"Alice!" Bella screeched into the phone, finally succeeding dial the little wretch's number after many failed attempts. She was met with a torrent of giggles on the other end of the line. She huffed in discord.
"Oh, relax, Bella. It's not going to bite you." Bella eyeballed the flaccid piece of plastic in question. It remained on the floor, unmoving, daunting, and looking like something out of a macabre horror flick. She shuddered.
"I can't use that."
"Well, you have to do something!"
"No, I don't. This is the crap I get for telling you anything."
"It doesn't matter, Bella. If you would've told Jazz, than he would've me. And I don't think he would've enjoyed the explicit details of the sexy man in question like I did."
"Alice."
"Have fun, Bella. Think happy thoughts!"
Damn, meddling Pixie!