Page 90 of Falling in Love with Two

But since I’m sure this is all pregnancy hormones, I don't know that I want to cross that line. We’ve been getting along so well. Why ruin that with sex?

Instead, I plugged in my favorite vibrator before I left this morning. It may not be as good as some good old-fashioned fucking, but it’ll be good enough.

It has plenty of bells and whistles to give me a decent orgasm.

Hell, I’m so wound up right now that a bumpy car ride could probably give me a decent orgasm.

I rush to get home before I lose my mind.

Earlier, while I was tattooing, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dylan’s tongue licking my clit. The way the man eats a pussy is a work of art. Most of the men I’ve been with lick literally everywhere except when I need them to. How hard is it to find? It’s a clit. Not fucking Waldo.

But Dylan? Dylan zones in on it like a heat-seeking missile. Licking like he was determined to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.

And everything else he did in bed was just as good. My mind races as I remember every single detail.

The way his rough hands commanded my body.

The way his kiss teased me and left me craving more.

The way—

Okay, I need to stop. I can think about this all when I’m home and can actually do something about it.

Damn these small towns and their ridiculously low speed limits!

After what feels like an eternity, I finally pull into the driveway. Dylan’s truck is still gone, so I guess I have some time.

Man, I haven’t been this horny in…well, I don’t even remember. Probably because I’ve never gone this long without sex.

I hurry through the front door, locking it behind me. Wasting no time, I head to the bedroom and put on something more comfortable.

When I’m home, I’m almost always in a t-shirt with no pants. Today, the only difference is that I’m not wearing underwear either.

I grab my vibrator off the nightstand and get situated under the covers. Usually, I’d get the lube out too, but I know I won’t need it this time.

Instead, I get right to pulling out my phone to open up my favorite porn site. It normally takes me forever to find something to watch, but I click on the third video I see. I skip past the beginning bullshit.

Oh, no. I don’t have any money. How ever will I pay you?

It’s lame, but I don’t watch it for the story line.

I fast forward to see the man with his head buried between the woman’s legs. I slide the vibrator inside and turn it on. I let out a loud moan into the quiet room. The head swirls in my pussy while the outside vibrates against my clit. I watch as the camera does a close-up of the man licking the woman’s pussy.

I’m so turned on that I know this won't take long. I can already feel my orgasm looming on the horizon.

I get lost in the moment, enjoying how good it all feels. Just when I’m completely relaxed and well on my way to euphoria, the toy shuts off.

What the fuck?

I try turning it back on, but nothing happens.

“No!” I cry.

Reaching to the nightstand, I grab the charging cord to plug in the toy. But when I do, the light doesn’t even turn on. I do everything I can, but the vibrator is officially dead.

What a sad, sad day this is.

I get ready to finish the job manually when I hear the front door open.

---