body, he looked like an erectile penis and was slightly bent. At its base there were a recessed button that powers the device, and a ring to adjust the speed. The artificial penis itself had a pineal head at the end and was twined with swollen blue veins. Adrianna took care that the vibrator was equipped with batteries, because they were not included in the kit, as the inscription on the case warned. Of course, Caroline herself would never have dared to enter the sex shop and buy herself such a thing. But since she turned out to be thanks to Adrianna’s care in her hands, it was a sin not to try her out.

Caroline pressed the button, and the magic mechanism quietly buzzed and vibrated. In surprise, she opened her hands and dropped the device on her knees. Pleasant waves instantly ran over the hips, sweet languor appeared in the crotch. Carolina gasped frightened and hurried to turn off the vibrator.

She needed to take a breath, calm down and think about the situation. Under the influence of champagne and a sudden rush of feelings, she told Adrianna the true truth. She really never had a chance to experience a true orgasm. From a young age she dreamed of a beautiful prince who would wake her someday and teach her the art of love. With him, she finally knows the divine pleasure, which she read about in novels and frivolous magazines, and thus solves one of her many problems.

But years passed, and the magical prince - handsome and skilled - never appeared. The men Caroline became close to, were rude egoists, somewhat like Jason, and showed no interest in her feelings.

She experienced the most pleasant sensations from copulation only in the early period of her married life. Later, the husband, offended by her decisive refusal to promote his career growth at the cost of his business reputation, began to use sex as a tool of blackmail. And the former charm of their intercourse faded and lost all appeal.

Caroline despaired of finding her fairy-tale prince and began devoting all her energy to work. Sporadic attempts to achieve ecstasy with random partners such as Jason Leonard were not crowned with success and even more discouraged her. Nevertheless, Caroline began to realize that she would never get the desired effect if she did not improve. Such a conclusion is quite logical expired from all of her previous life experience. Every day she became more and more aware that it was not the magic prince, but only she herself who was capable of creating a miracle.

And in this sense, Adrianna was right, arguing that it is necessary to exercise regularly in sex, otherwise desire and sexual apparatus atrophy. Champagne, drunk from Adrianna, sharpened her appetite. She decided to freeze the worm and, putting aside the vibrator, went to the kitchen. After preparing the meal, she sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat while watching the script for the film “Mangrove Thickets”, which she received with the morning mail. The text was being finalized by the author, and now Caroline was impatient to see what changes he made to him and whether he took into account all of her comments.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when she had a lot of pain in her eyes, and only bones were left from the fried chicken, Caroline closed the manuscript folder and got up to take a hot, fragrant bath and go to bed.

Passing through the living room, she glanced diffrently at the golden paper in which Adrianna's gift was wrapped, and remembered the dildo. She took him in her arms and went with him upstairs to the bedroom, whose windows overlooked the back garden.Most of this room was occupied by a huge bed, squat antique chest of drawers stood along its walls, outerwear was placed in wall closets. One of the doors here led to a smaller room, the other in the bathroom with a shower and a toilet.

Carolina threw a flesh-colored artificial phallus onto a bed covered with a white bedspread. He jumped up and lay down so that his painted single eye stared at his new mistress. Carolina took off her skirt, blouse; bra and pantyhose and turned on the water. Bath quickly filled with warm water, Carolina climbed into it and relaxed. After lying a little calmly, she turned on the motor that activates the jacuzzi and began to enjoy the hydro massage. Tight trickles tickled breasts, nipples swelled and hardened, like tiny buds. Caroline turned over on her stomach and spread her legs so that the streams that hit the bottom caress her private parts. Soon the pleasant sensations intensified so much that a dildo appeared in front of her mind.

The image of this sacramental object, which symbolizes fertility in some Eastern peoples, threw it into reverent awe. All her previous doubts about the expediency of its use melted away, and sweet languor arose in the genitals. Overwhelmed with anxious forebodings, the heart sank and pounded, like a wild bird in a cage. The underbelly was heavy and aching, tingling in the nipples.

Carolina soaped, then washed the foam shower and, after flushing, got out of the bath. Drying herself dry with a towel, she wiped makeup on her face with a cotton swab, wondered if she should take the nail polish off with a thinner, but didn’t do it so as not to torment her imaginary lover.

Meanwhile, twilight fell on London, it was dark outside the windows of her apartment. Passing into the bedroom and turning on the night lamp on the table, Carolina drew the crimson curtains and, turning, looked around the room. Pink, in a small flower, wallpaper in the twilight turned purple, dark green carpet found a purple ebb, and only the cover remained dazzling white. Caroline pulled it off and lovingly smoothed the pink silk sheet with her palms. The vibrator, hoisted by her on the chest of drawers, proudly looked from his pedestal to the sacrificial bed, on which the ceremony with his participation was about to begin. Just looking at this peculiar totem turned out to be enough for Carolina to feel a little dizzy and, whipping pillows, lay down on the bed.

She had not indulged in masturbation for a long time and therefore experienced timidity and anxious foreboding. Without looking at the dildo, Caroline reached out with her hand to the bottom drawer of the dresser and took out a long black silk scarf. He pleasantly cooled her heated skin and promised a lot of unexpected surprises to those who knew how to use it correctly. Caroline waved her hand with a scarf in the air and released it. The scarf sank down on the protruding nipples, slid off their stomachs and covered the pubis. Caroline smiled blissfully from the wonderful sensations and waved her scarf again. This time, his light touch on her sensitive spots caused goosebumps. A faint sigh broke from her puffy lips, her eyes dimmed with a dreamy haze.

Carolina spread her legs and began to drive a scarf over wet swelling sex lips and soft pubic hair. Gentle clitoris fluttered, in the bosom flames of lust flared. She put her right hand on her pubis and began to stroke her cherished knob with her finger. An electric current swept through her hot body, her breathing became noisy and quickened.

She looked at the dildo again and swallowed a lump that came up to her throat. The vibrator was significantly larger than any of the natural penis that had been in her vagina, and that was her scarecrow. How does he enter her tiny hole? The muscles of the vagina are reduced, the juice flowed in the thighs.

Usually, Carolina received sexual satisfaction from rubbing her clit with her finger, squeezing her legs. Sooning calming helped her to fall asleep sooner. But today she craved more acute and deep sensations.

Carolina rubbed her clit again with a silk scarf and, having excited even more, looked at her swollen pinkish nipples. They looked like two tiny watchtowers towering over the hills of the breasts on either side of a flat stomach, resembling a fertile valley. Silk covered wooded ... Read more →