So I just got paid for my first erotica commission a couple days ago, so, obviously, I had to have a little celebration for myself. There’s no better fitting celebration for such an occasion, other than hopping on amazon and buying new vibrators (which honestly was a necessary purchase since my last one died on me at the beginning of the month). Feeling a little adventurous, considering the fact I was using money I made from writing smut, I decided to not only buy myself my usual bullet vibrator, but a rabbit vibrator as well. I’ve only bought vibrators for external use before, but I was getting tired of my fingers or my hairbrush when needing something a little more. I’m not religious, but god bless Amazon Prime one day shipping.
I’ll be completely honest, I was planning on having a nice shower, getting my sexy playlist going, and picking up a new steamy book for my fun, me-time session. Basically, the only companion would’ve been my weighted blanket.
I wasn’t at all expecting the text I got, let alone from the person it was from.
*“Hey, how’re you doing? I just wanna check up on you and make sure you’re doing well.”*