Her Fantasy Box Feminine Wash の小説・ストーリー

We need to work out what it is we are to each other. I put everything back in the box and placed it inside the drawer. While I’m at it I might as well look at what’s in the other boxes right? I pulled them out one by one, sitting them side by side on the floor. The first box had a wand vibrator. That could be used for so many things. Especially sore muscles. The second box had a peach with a little dent and hole in it. Looking at the instructions, it’s basically a vibrator with suction. Specifically for clitoral stimulation. Not bad. As I was about to open the third box, but I got a text message.

His right hand was spread out while his left hand was near his twisted legs. I looked around and saw a display of rich shampoos and lotions. Two toothbrushes, one green, and one purple, this woman clearly lived here a lot. I opened a cabinet on the staring at beer shampoos, shaving creams a few razors, a scissor, a medical kit, a bottle of aspirin, and sleeping pills. I was just about to close the door when something shiny caught my eye. I removed the shampoos and was greeted by an unopened packet of two Venus razors and next to it was a bleaching box.

But tonight, it's more than just cleansing my body; it's about exploring the depths of my desires. I step under the cascading water, the warm droplets caressing my skin. Each drop feels like a gentle kiss, awakening every nerve ending in my body. I close my eyes, imagining it's Knight's touch, his hands roaming over my curves, his lips grazing my neck. The fantasy ignites a fire within me, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

She empties the contents of the box on the table and my breath seizes when I see what spills out from it. Dildos of different sizes ranging from small to enormous. Vibrators of different types and colours. Packs and packs of condoms. Lubricants. Every kinky sex toy you can ever imagine. My soul walks out of my body, leaving my flesh to deal with the problem on its own. My face goes pale as I look back at Lisa who is fuming at me. “I swear I had no idea these were the contents of the box.” I'm shaking my head and my hands before her. The girls are giggling among each other and I'm not surprised. They are definitely enjoying the show.

I fold back black velvet and my brow jumps. “Interesting,” I murmur. “You know where I’m particularly sensitive.” I smirk. “Everywhere.” “Well, that’s true,” she concedes. “But this is one way to free up your hands for…other stuff.” I glance down at the box again. Inside is a small bottle of spritz-on cleaner and a mini-towel. Also… A butterfly clit stimulator with straps to keep it in place. Once more, I glimpse at her. And I ask, “How many orgasms would you like this evening?”

I wonder if the 20k per month is enough for him. A small smile drags out of my lips watching him, and I shake my head. I take a deep breath, and my eyes fall on the boxes in front of me. Heels, exactly her size. She’ll need a lot of them now that she’s a business woman. Then the model in the next box, showing off the silk leopard-skin lingerie we got. Hermione loves that stuff like hell. But my mind immediately goes wild. I imagine my teeth slowly dragging that lingerie off her smooth thighs…

She sprang up from the bed with her eyes still staring at the contents of the box. In the box lay a red lingerie which was folded on top, and beneath were toys she had only ever seen online. Vibrators, dildos, even a set of shiny butt plugs. Her cheeks flushed hot, her heart racing, as she quickly closed the box. “This man is insane,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

I questioned curiously in elaborate detail. “I have no idea,” Ness sighed. “Some people can’t just help it I guess,” she shrugged. I searched her eyes to see if she was lying but her answer seemed genuine. She must be right. People can’t help it if that is how they are supposed to be. “O H M Y F U C K I N G G O D !” I breathed out in awe as I saw the contents of the box. Inside the box lay the softest dress that I had ever seen which was elegantly designed with nothing too frivolous or glittery.

My name was Sophie Larkson. In my family, I was the goody-two-shoes my parents adored. At college, I was the innocent and pure campus belle. Nobody knew that in secret, I loved watching videos that made my cheeks flush and my heart race. Whenever I purchased pleasure devices online, I couldn't help but swallow hard and imagine how good it would feel using them. Around guys, I would always find myself getting wet and horny. I had always hidden myself well. Being a model student, I helped my neighbor's son with his studies over the summer break. Little did Mrs. Parker know, her younger son was a voyeur.

He shrugged in response. “Hmmm” I took the box from him and shut the door. I examined the box again, there wasn't a sender's name. No card. Nothing. Just a matte black box tied with a champagne ribbon. I loosened the ribbon and peeled back the tissue paper. Nestled inside was a breathtaking black column gown. My jaw dropped. Gently, I lifted the dress from the box. It was breathtaking. The bodice was sculpted to perfection, with a daring plunging neckline framed by delicate crystals that shimmered like scattered diamonds.