Page 6 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

She listened intently for another few seconds from outside the covers and then ducked back under, searching in the darkness until she found the little button and turned on the vibrator. Then she slipped it inside her pussy and placed the ears against her clit.

It didn’t take long to warm herself up, and within a few minutes she came. As she breathed, shook and relaxed, she slid the vibrator out and searched for the little bottle, squirting some more of the slick liquid onto her fingers.

Now for the real test.

If she couldn’t take this, then she would talk to Cole and maybe hold off for now.

She touched herself again, but this time she pushed inside a little, coating herself with lube. She smiled as her finger slid in easily.

Maybe this could work?

She lowered the vibrator and turned it around so the ears were pointing towards her pussy. Then she lined it up so the end was pressing against her ass. It felt cold and unyielding.

She pushed and relaxed at the same time and after a second, she felt herself open up like a flower as the vibrator slid in. She gasped, then arched her back as a wave of pleasure and discomfort rushed through her, she kept on pushing as the thick end of the vibrator stretched her and then suddenly it popped inside.

Oh my fucking gosh, she thought. It felt amazing.

She could do this.

As she was about to turn on the ears, she heard a creak at the bottom of the landing and footsteps beginning to ascend.

‘Cole?’ she called out in alarm.

‘Morning,’ he said as he continued up the old wooden staircase.

Oh shit.

She pulled at the vibrator, but it was hard to get out, as though she’d clamped down on it.

Fuck. Shit.

She relaxed, then pushed and pulled at the same time and it slid back out, just as Cole opened the door carrying a tray of steaming hot coffee, two plates of croissants and some melted butter with raspberry jam.

She sat upright and grabbed hold of both the toy and the lube, stuffing them under her legs as she crossed them, pulling the duvet up tight over her breasts.

‘You okay?’ he said, frowning. ‘Did I wake you?’

‘No. Yes. Sort of.’

‘Happy anniversary.’ He smiled as he lowered the tray onto the duvet. ‘Thought I’d treat you to breakfast in bed.’

Next to her cup of coffee was a single red rose, freshly plucked from the garden. He had even removed the thorns from the stem. She picked it up and reached out for him, pulling him in close for a kiss.

‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘This is amazing.’

’So are you,’ he winked.

He sat down beside her, wearing a pair of loose fitting boxers and his huge dressing gown. It made him look like a character from some old medieval film. She loved snuggling with him when he wore it.

‘How did you sleep?’ he said.

‘So well,’ she said, with a mouthful of croissant. ‘I haven’t slept like that in months.’

‘Me neither,’ he laughed, reaching out and wiping away some raspberry jam from her lip.

She smiled as he did so.

‘Last night was pretty good.’

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