This is one of my older stories, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: "'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it." Well she liked it alright, so much that she couldn't stop playing with it, so she put a ring on it; her lover's clit, to be exact. Now, through use of a remote control app on her phone, she can play with it whenever she likes.
Holly Griffiths returned home to her apartment after a long day at University. There was only so many lectures and tutorials that one person could take for a day. Dropping her bags down once inside, Holly decided to have a shower and then relax with a bottle of wine.
At 5'1" tall, the 26 year old English girl could best be described as diminutive. Holly had a fit, yet curvaceous figure with beautiful full 'c' cup breasts.
We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flaunting herself at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong; allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet, only a few cars with single guys, so she orders me into the back and tells me to strip.
The evening started off like any other.
Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower.
If you haven't read part one, I recommend you do so.
Recap - in Part 1, I spent most of the day using sexual frustration and teasing as a motivation to get some housework done. My husband caught on around lunchtime and added a few things to my day, including the order to show up at his home office door at 3:30, when he has a break between meetings.
Note: I split the story into two halves because at this point, things shift from a primarily solo adventure to one involving two people, and light BDSM.
Mia boredly clicked through Spotify, trying to find new songs for her "Sexytime" playlist. She had her headphones in so the neighbors couldn't hear the explicit music through the walls. The table buzzed and she looked at her phone. Tyler was calling. She quickly answered, taking her headphones off.
"Hi, Tyler!" she sang.
"Don't even try it."
"Try what?" she asked innocently. "Can't I say hello to my partner?"
Tyler let out a long, frustrated exhale.
He told her on his way over to lay out her panties from the week. She scrambled to do so but made certain they were neat. She was very excited to give him his ropes, she was proud of her work and hoped he'd be pleased.
He walked in and her heart fluttered as he leaned down to kiss her. When he stood back his lips were stained by her red lipstick.