Savvy
Dear Diary
I did something naughty.
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Nicole and I hit up the local adult store. I was blushing the moment I walked in. Nicole wouldn't stop giggling like a teenage girl, every time she picked up something phallus shaped and mimed something s*xual with it.
“This place is amazing. I don’t even know what half this stuff is,” Nicole whispered to me, as she picked up a small white box and flicked a switch. The other end opened and a small p*nis on a stick came bursting out, and started vibrating.
“I think that’s a cl*t stimulator,” I said.
“Look at you, Miss knows it all.”
“No, on the other side it says cl*t stimulator.”
She turned it over, and mouthed ‘Oh’ and smiled, putting it down.
She picked up a black leather mask with deep eyeholes and a zippered mouth. Her eyes were as wide as mine.
I walked over to a wall with different whips and crops. I saw a crop with a short leather handle and a flat piece of stiff leather on the end. I took it off the wall and smacked my hand with it. Mmmm, I liked the sting of that. An image of Jack spanking me with this popped into my head. Arousal pulsed through me and I had to squeeze my thighs together. I’m buying this.
I picked up some flavored lube and then giggled when I thought about the story they told us about the guy allergic to strawberry lube. I got a ton of breakaway panties, and I also got a set of vibrating panties. We could have fun with this.
“Savvy look at this!” Nicole said.
I walked over to where she was at. There was a machine with a metal rod sticking out of it and on the end was a dildo.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a f*ck machine,” the sales clerk said, as she walked up to us. She had on a pair of booty shorts with fishnet stockings and a pair of Mary Janes. Her shirt was a white dress shirt with no sleeves and she had a red bow tie. Her hair was in a pair of Dutch braids.
“A f*ck machine?” Nicole asked.
“Yes, look.”
She plugged the machine into the wall, and then she pushed a button. The medal rod started to move back and forth. If a woman or man had their p*ssy or a*s at the end, the dildo would be f*cking them.
“Holy sh*t. You'll never need another man again,” Nicole said in awe.
“I have one of these, it’s nice to have on lonely nights, but it doesn’t beat having a warm body f*cking you,” the clerk said.
I nodded in agreement. I loved having hands caressing and squeezing me.
We bought our purchases. Nicole got a couple of lingerie pieces and a pair of n*pple clamps.
“Those don’t hurt?” I asked.
“They do. But in a pleasurable way, and when you are orgasming and the clamps get taken off, the rush is like nothing else. It’s so painful, but with the mix of the orgasm, it becomes so much more intense.”
“Maybe I’ll buy some, one day and try it.”
“Only if you like a little pain, Savvy.”
“I like them being pinched, and I like being spanked.”
“It’s more intense, but you should at least try it once. So what’s for dinner?”
“You have a one-track mind,” I laughed.
“Hey, I love food, and you are an awesome cook.”
“How about Aglio Olio Y Pepperchino with shrimp?”
“That’s that garlicky spicy spaghetti, with no sauce, right?”
“Yes, “ I chuckled.
“Perfect, that sounds yummy.”
“Good, because although I am not technically working yet, I have already called the Chief and told him I am dropping off a big pot for the crew tonight. I don’t want my guys starving. Also, I’m going to make a cheesy garlic pull apart bread too.”
“You’re spoiling them. But it’s your love language, feeding the people you care about.”
“It is. I just want to make them happy.”
“Savanna, you just breathing makes them happy. They are really into you.”
“Do you think so? I don’t want to be just another f*ck to them. Someone to fill in, until they find the right girl. That’s one of the reasons I am hesitating to tell them I want to try this relationship with them.”
“I think to them, you are the right girl. I don’t think they go around offering what they offered you to just any random girl.”
“But aren’t I just a random girl? Again, we hardly know each other.”
“You’ve had sex with them, have been talking to them every night in person or in text, you’ve shared stories. The way they look at you and you them, you could burn down a building. This is a relationship whether you are ready or not. You just need to let them know.”
“You’re right. I’ll tell them tomorrow at the bonfire.”
“Good, because I want this for you. You deserve to be treated like the queen that you are. And I’m positive those two will show you what love is really supposed to be about. You and Brian may have started out that way, and it probably could have been good for you guys, but he started to take it all for granted. He eventually stopped helping you around year two, and then, with Sherry coming into the picture, he ducked out. I’m not saying this to be mean, but I think that last year, right before Sherry came, you were starting to become dissatisfied. Sherry just opened your eyes to his faults and solidified them.”
I nodded, thinking about her words. She was right the first year and half, it was great for Brian and me after we got married. He helped with the chores and made me feel like we were a team. But the last half before Sherry came, he started to let things go. I would do most of the chores while he watched TV.. The s*x was bothering me because he didn't want to do more than what we were already doing. I had complained to Nicole that I was getting bored. Then, with Sherry coming into our lives, it just made the inevitable come sooner rather than later. Would Brian and I have ended up in a divorce, or were we just heading into a slump, and eventually we would have worked our way out of it? It didn’t matter, Sherry did come into our lives and we did divorce. I shook my head to stop thinking about Brian. He was my past, and Jack and Mac were my right now.
When we got home, I started the pot for the noodles and got the other ingredients out for the pasta dish. I made three pull-apart garlic, cheese breads, and put them in the oven. I had some time until the water started boiling. A thought jumped into my head and I ran to my room. Nicole looked at me strangely as I ran by her. She was watching Judge Trudy.
I slammed my door shut and locked it. I stripped out of my shorts and tank top. I had a lacy white bra on and a white thong. I took my hair out of its ponytail and ran my fingers through it. I set the small desk chair I had purchased that I used in my closet as a catch-all in the middle of my bedroom. I turned to my computer that was in the corner of my room and pulled up my songify.
I made sure my sound was turned all the way up, and I put on Cravin’ by Kendyle Paige and Stileto. I then quickly set up my phone and pushed the record button. I let the music roll over me and I started to dance.
I moved my hips sensually and glided my hands over my hips, torso and br*asts. Moving them slowly, gliding up my neck and into my hair. I turned s*xily around and bent over, bending my knees and then straightening them. Then I dropped down and bounced my a*s cheeks while looking over my shoulder and giving my phone a wink. I dropped to my knees and then crawled towards the chair, my a*s swaying for the camera. I had put the crop on the chair. I knelt and then stood, half bent over one hand on the chair as I picked up the crop. I arched my back so my a*s stuck out more. As the music got to it’s hook, I brought the crop up and slapped my right a*s cheek with it. I did it three times, with each time getting harder and harder. I knew it left red marks. I then switched hands and did the same to my left a*s cheek. When I was done, I dropped the crop, stood up and brought my hands to just under my a*s and bounced my cheeks with my fingers. Then I took my a*s cheeks in my hands and squeezed hard. I turned and looked at the camera. As I got closer, I blew the camera a kiss before stopping the recording.
I watched my performance. It was s*xy, and I hoped the guys liked it. I quickly sent it to them giggling like a loon.
I dressed back into my outfit, put my hair back up, stopped my music, and made my way to the kitchen to make dinner.