Get the Fleshlight, and a belt
He begins by telling me he wants to belt my thighs together, and the ‘yes’ is out of my mouth before he’s even finished the scenario. ‘Wait,’ he tells me, ‘be patient, it gets better.’ I’m a good girl, so I shut up and let him complete his thought. He’s right, it gets better. And then while we’re doing it, inspiration strikes, and it gets better than better: it gets weird.
Later that evening, we do it: he uses a canvas belt to strap my thighs tight together, with – here’s the ‘better’ bit – a Fleshlight clamped between them. Entrance to the Fleshlight sticking out just below where my cunt meets the top of my legs. I’m bent over on the bed, face pressed down into the duvet and hands supporting me. To my right is a mirror in which I can watch him start to fuck me. Well… not ‘me’, but the Fleshlight.