This is a story from a few years ago, back in college with me and my then-girlfriend. She had just bought a vibrator from the internet and had it shipped to my apartment, as she was still living with her parents a few towns over. We tried it out a few times, rubbing it on her clit and whatnot, but this particular night she wanted to try something different- give me the remote controller to turn on and off as I please. She disappeared into the bedroom and came back out in her pajamas, sheepishly handing me the hot pink donut-shaped controller.
First, an introduction of both of us. I’m an even 6 feet tall, pale white guy with shoulder-length blonde hair, lean frame. My girlfriend, Alyssa, is a pale-skinned Latina girl with curly brown hair and a shapely body, plenty to go around while still being fit. She has a brilliant smile and the bubbly personality to counter my dry wit. Back then she always wore a single black earring on her right lobe, which accentuated her light scattering of moles and freckles. She comes up to my shoulders when we stand together, as we were that night when she handed me the small device that granted me full control over the vibrator she had slipped inside of her. It was an otherwise pretty unremarkable evening- weather was nice but we were staying in tonight, having gotten dressed in our night clothes to watch a movie after dinner. I was having a dominant streak lately and decided I was really gonna let it shine.