When she got back from the train station, she sank onto her bed and grabbed a pillow for a tight hug. As usual she felt like never did she miss him as much as now, just after he’d left. Their weekend together had been almost perfect, but time flies by and now, she found herself alone again. She scanned her desk for a take-away menu, planing on curing her melancholy with some pizza, when her eyes fell on a rectangular parcel of garish Christmas wrapping paper. She smiled, they had agreed on no big presents this year, but clearly Alex hadn’t listened. Her mood immediately lifted, she abandoned the comfort of the pillow, rose up and snatched the present, only to fall back onto her bed, looking up at it.
A small, folded card was stuck under the ribbon sneaking across two opposite corners, adorning the respectable wrapping effort with a simple bow. She pulled out the card and unfolded it. In Alex’s somewhat chaotic handwriting it read
*Something to keep you company while I can’t ;) Love Alex*
Her smile broadened as she imagined his big, usually not to dexterous fingers struggling to scrawl in the small space the card provided. She placed the card on her nightstand, facing the bed. She’d be reading it again before going to sleep, his words keeping her warm when he couldn’t. Curiosity now mounting, she quickly pulled open the bow and sent the ribbon flying over the side of her bed. Her fingernails made short work of the small strips of tape holding the wrapping paper together. Soon said paper joined the ribbon on the floor. She was now holding a matte black box, probably plastic, with a hinge on one side. Feeling giddy, almost as if she was a child again, rushing to find her presents under the Christmas tree, she opened her surprise.
Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn’t it. Her eyes widened as their gaze fell on the long, purple object, nestled securely in the black velvet lining of the box. It took a moment for her to realize what she was looking at, but as soon as it passed, she felt herself blush, though there was no one to see it. The shape that her purple gift took, though not entirely true to anatomy, was unmistakable. The single button on its white base suggested that this particular example at the very least vibrated. She swallowed as more and more of the small, but undoubtedly very effective details of its design became apparent to her. The gentle curve, the bumpy, texture of ribs over its surface, the smooth, leaf shaped protrusion that arched back over the main body just above where the base began… As she noticed each she immediately knew what they had been designed to do and she felt her heart rapidly picking up its pace. Even the length seemed perfect, just like Alex after she had devoted some time to getting him to full attention…
Suddenly, as if jumping under a not entirely needless cold shower, her mind snapped back. That’s right, she thought, Alex! Setting the box aside for a moment, holding it with only her fingertips as if touching a gross bug, she retrieved her phone from her pocket and texted the culprit.
*I just opened your “present”! WTH Alex??*
She wasn’t kept waiting long. He was of course still on his train home, so she had expected a quick answer.
*What you don’t like it? ;)*
She briefly furrowed her brow, before remembering that he couldn’t see her.
*Well, I don’t think it’s a typical Christmas present, is it now, your pervert!*
*Pfft, typical is boring. Plus let’s not kid ourselves… We both know what you do during the week, when I’m not there… ;p*
She blushed again. While it had never come up between them, and she certainly would never have brought it up, he was of course correct.
*… Ok, you got me there :P But still… This is a bit much, isn’t it?*
*Nah, it’s fine. Plus, who says you get to use it when you’re alone?”*
That sent a slight shiver down her spine. She could only imagine what he planned to do with her that could involve the object in question. Before she had time to respond and downplay just how excited that suggestion had gotten her, the phone pinged again.
*I’m about to run out of battery… “He” is fully charged though… ;)*
Another shiver, accompanied with a slight warmth in her stomach.
*Well that’s great. I’m going to bed now!*
*YES YOU ARE!! ;)*
She groaned, hearing his mocking voice in her head as she read his last text. Unable to come up with a witty response she simply dropped the phone onto the mattress next to her and pouted a little. Soon enough she realized however that similar to blushing, pouting wasn’t nearly as effective, or for that matter at all, when there was no one else there. She sighed, and picked up her phone again.
*Good night my pervert! Love you xxx*
She tossed the phone onto the night stand and grabbed her pajamas, before heading to her bathroom. When she emerged, hair tied in a ponytail, wearing the extremely attractive combo of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, she picked up her phone again, but found no reply. So his battery did run out after all, she thought to herself. Following her normal routine, she set an alarm for tomorrow’s dreaded Monday morning, plugged the charger into the phone and slipped under the covers. The lights went off and the phone took its place on the nightstand. She closed her eyes and replayed the weekend in her mind, hoping to drift off to sleep remembering all the best moments.
Unfortunately the moments that immediately pushed themselves to the front of the line were all those that had happened that morning, right in this bed. With memories of the events came others of the sensations and soon enough, there was no thinking of sleep. And then an even more unwelcome thought crawled its way from her subconscious, all the way up until it seemed to occupy every inch of her mind. A thought about what was sitting on her nightstand, next to her phone, apparently charged. Even as she tried to force that thought back down from whence it came, others took its place. Curiosity mounted as the shape, the size and every little detail she had noticed about her present suddenly came crashing back down on her. And with those thoughts came the tingling feeling down her spine again. Though this time once it had traversed its length, the sensation seemed to move around and, with deadly precision, settled in her lower half, under her belly button, quickly warming regions she was desperately trying not to think about…
“Damn it Alex!” She mumbled, more to herself than her obviously absent boyfriend, and with slightly shaky fingers she fumbled for and soon found the object of her now undeniable desire. With her fingers wrapped around the shaft, she could not help but notice that while similar to her lover in length, the girth of what she was now holding definitely felt more substantial. As that observation made its way through her mind, excitement, embarrassing as it was, mixed with a nervousness. Holding up her present in front of her, though she could barely see it in the dark, she swallowed. “Oh come on!” She quietly cheered herself on and, with a deep breath, pressed the button on the base…
As her present buzzed into life she was positively surprised. It wasn’t giving off the obnoxiously loud rumble she had expected, but rather a soft barely audible hum. The source of this sound was however far less tame than it might have suggested. Even holding the base, the vibrations traveled down her entire hand and into her wrists. Her eyes widened slightly at this intensity. The warmth in her stomach grew at even just the imagination of what sensations this kind of stimulation might cause. Curious as ever she pressed the button on the base again… and again. She discovered that what she had been greeted with was but the low setting and that two presses conjured up the maximum intensity her present was capable of. This setting set tremors far past her wrist, her entire arm tingling and shaking. The warmth moved a few inches south. She swallowed hard, wondering how long she would be able to bear this level of stimulation.
After staring wide eyed at the buzzing object in her hand for a few moments, she took a deep breath. “Come on, just how intense can it be!?” She mumbled to herself. Nevertheless she pressed the button once more, to return it to its more docile, lowest setting. Pulling her covers up to her chest, she shuffled down until she was lying flat on her back. Her eyes closed. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, her hand holding the present delved under the sheets. Slightly parting her legs, she slid the vibrating tip between her thighs and lightly rested it against the crotch of her sweat-pants. As soon as the soft purple silicone made contact with the fabric, stretched tight over her lips, she gasped and her eyes opened wide. “Oh… my…” Another gasp. The sensations were unbelievable. As if she had poured oil on the embers that investigating her present had awoken in her stomach, her entire body was set alight by a fire. Tingles radiated outwards from the small point of contact all the way to her belly.
All of the sudden her breaths seemed insufficient to fill her lungs with air and she began to gasp. Her heart followed suit, picking up its pace and pounding against her chest as if it wished to escape. Within less than a minute she felt the familiar tightness in her chest telling her that under her shirt, her peaks stood stiff atop her mounds, aching for Alex’s lips. As that thought entered her mind, the giver of the present that was affecting her so profoundly came to her mind and she smiled. Reluctantly she removed the tip from where it was doing so much good and placed the purple wonder next to herself on the mattress. A quick shuffle and her sweat pants were pushed down to her ankles; she was feeling to lazy, or more likely too impatient, to completely take them off. She didn’t bother to check whether their crotch had grown damp, the sensations between her thighs left no doubt about that.
Eagerly she grabbed hold of her present again and slowly eased the shaft between her legs again, laying it first lengthwise along her lips. The sensations returned immediately and even stronger than before. As did the gasps, which quickly grew louder and more rapid. She closed her eyes and cast her mind back to that days morning. As the tingles spread and grew in intensity, she recalled waking up, feeling Alex’s lips on her neck, his hand stealing under the sheets and between her thighs. The faint buzzing faded away and she could hear her giggles from only a few hours ago, as his hand woke her as well as his present had, even through her pants. The tingling reached her peaks and waves began to emanate from under her belly button. Her gasps quickened and she conjured up the moment she had knelt on the bed in front of him after having told him to get up. How she’d removed his boxers and freed the one part of him she was a complete slave to. She pressed harder against her lips, twitching slightly as the waves began to develop sharp crests, the shock of which she could feel down to her toes. In her mind she was looking up at her lover as she took him into her mouth, his hands in her hair, slowly, gently coaxing him towards the biggest he could be.
As the scene was playing out in her mind, she began to feel the tightening knot in her stomach she was all too familiar with. It suddenly occurred to her that she was climbing up that delicious mountain far quicker than she normally could when she was on her own. Taking a deep breath she recalled being thrown on her back, Alex climbing on top of her, her legs parting to give him access to her. Without realizing, her body mimicked every motion, her pelvis tilting up to meet him, though her wasn’t there. Now fully playing the part of her boyfriend with his present in her hand, she relived how he had slowly found his way to her entrance. Her hand guided the tip accordingly. As he let his weight push himself into her in her mind, she gently eased her gift along the same path. Though she had vowed to stay quiet, without any chance of holding it back, a single almost desperate sounding moan emerged from her lips as their lower sisters parted to give way.
The boundary between her memories and the sensations she was feeling now slowly dissolved. Soon enough the feeling of being expanded, stretched, filled as far as she could take it took over her body, which no longer knew or cared which force found her innermost nerves. It was Alex who was taking her, she could feel his weight on her, his heat inside her, his breath on her neck. But soon it became clear that there still was one difference between being with him and what she was doing now. The tingles has reached the farthest corners of her body and tidal waves with crystal peaks of sharp delicious crests now quickly threatened to envelop every inch of her flesh too. She could feel the edges of the now starting to come loose. This morning there had been many breathless, joy filled minutes between when she first gave herself to Alex and when she felt these final, foreboding sensations.
Not wishing to let the illusion of being with him again crumble, she quickly relived as much of those precious moments as she could and brought her minds forward to when she had started to feel the beginnings of the end this morning. She was barely aware that it was in fact the arch pressing against and delivering the most direct stimulation possible to the bulb of nerves sat atop her lips which was hastening her demise. In her mind she could feel his powerful thrusts, rocking her, pressing her deep into the mattress as his length probed her innermost boundaries. She heard his moans in her ear, calling her name as he too came closer and closer to plunging off the cliff they had ascended together and falling into the sweet abyss waiting below.
Then the knot started to loosed. Her mind went blank, but for the memory, the sensation of being with him. Her muscles tensed, her pelvis rose even further, edging to meet the release that lay within. With each turn of the knot that came undone white bolts of fiery lightning arced through her body, setting it alight all over. The final loop of the knot unwound itself. Her back arched off the sheets, her thighs snapped shut around her hand. Every fiber of her body died and was reborn in pure, unbearable pleasure. Somewhere far, far away she could hear her own voice. “Alex!! … Oh Alex!” Calling out for him, but even though he was miles away sat on a train, in that moment he was here with her. In her. Throwing her off her cliff, plunging her into the abyss. Her body shook violently as waves and lightning coursed through her veins, white lights shimmering like diamonds before her closed eyes.
When she finally returned to the world of the living and regained control of her limbs, she slowly uncrossed her legs and withdrew her present. Her insides ached, protested, demanded its, or rather Alex’s return, but for now her mind could not take any more. She managed to hold down the button on its base until the buzzing ceased and dropped it on the bed next to herself. Her last ounce of strength was taken up by shuffling back into her pants, before her mind drifted off, to dreams of her lover.
The next morning, when Alex awoke, still groggy from the long train journey home, he found a single text on his phone.
*”He” is not bad, but I want you!! Miss you! Love you so much xxxxxxx*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a0xa37/the_christmas_present_fsolo