He went back to his ex-girlfriend, now they’ve split up. He wants sympathy from me, and I give it to him. Damon tells me all the ways Julie was such a fucking cunt, how he was wrong to leave me. How she left him for someone else, stupid bitch. I tell him I forgive him for everything. For the split lip, for leaving me, all of it. I love him, I tell him over and over, hoping to erase his pain.

“Come home,” he says finally. So I do.

The house is strewn with litter, pizza boxes stacked up on the table, empty two liters roll around on the floor. Nothing’s changed. Damon greets me with open arms and I fall into them, weeping with gratitude.

“I missed you, baby,” Damon says, pulling my shirt over my head. I follow him upstairs. He’s switched bedrooms in the months since I’ve been away, choosing the smaller, darker room over the big sunnier one we shared. He kicks something red and lacy under a pile of clothes before I can see it. Did Julie insist that he move things around? I’m disoriented. It feels like we left off yesterday, but too many things are different.

I unzip his fly, he has new underwear, black and blue striped. Did he buy those for her? Did she buy them for him? We lay back on the bare mattress. There aren’t even sheets on it, just a dirty rumpled blanket that he shoves aside. He lays on top of me, yanking my panties down. Did he fuck her here?

We have homecoming sex and I try to not cry. I won. He loves me, not her. All my wishing made it so. Damon fucks me and I cling to him. He never opens his eyes, even when we kiss.

With a grunt, he comes, rolls off of me. He sits on the edge of the mattress and looks for his cigarettes. There are long red scratches down his back, fresh, but not from me. He lights two Camels, hands me one. He sees the question before I can ask it and cuts me off.

“Hey, you know what?” he exclaims, “the rats had more babies!”  We had each started out with one of our own, then he started breeding them to sell to the pet shop.

“Show me!” I say.

Damon gets up, throws on a shirt and his underwear. I cover myself with the dirty blanket and smoke while I wait for him.

He comes back with a box full of baby rats. I peer in, there’s at least a dozen. Inside the box is a moving collage of pink and white little bodies climbing over each other.

Damon pulls the blanket from me, lays down. He tips the box on it’s side and the babies run out, up our arms and legs. A few run across my bare stomach, their tiny claws tickle and I laugh. The sunshine streams in suddenly through the window. We lay together, watching the rats crawl over us and through the sunbeams. I smile, genuinely, for the first time in months.

The box arrives, sleek, black and modern, as if it were designed by Apple. We open it to reveal a cock ring and a small charger.

The Tor II is small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. My partner looks skeptical. The finish is pleasing, luxuriously silky to the touch.

“I don’t think I’m going to fit in that,” he says, holding it up.

“It’s really stretchy,” I say hopefully. I plug it in to charge and press one of the buttons on the side.  It makes a low whrrrrrrrr sound.

“Oh.” I’m disappointed. I can barely feel it vibrate.Then I press the button on the side again. And again. I click it a few times, as high as it will go. It nearly vibrates off my hand.

“OH!” I say, shoving it down the front of my panties, “This is nice!”

I let it charge for a couple hours, then we take it out for a spin.

We climb into bed, he lubes his cock and the inside of the ring. Just as I predicted, it stretches out far enough for him to fit into. We crank it to eleven and I lay on my back. I grab his cock, feel the vibrations down his whole length and pull him into me.

He enters me, fucking me hard, then slow. We try several variations of the missionary. The cock ring vibrates strong and steady, it’s definitely pleasant, but it’s not blowing either of us away. Until…

“Let me come at you from behind,” he says.

“For science!” I agree. I get on my knees and he slides in me with the TOR II going full blast.

“Ooooooh,” I exclaim, “This is good, no, I take that back, it’s…ooooohhh…WOW.” My ability to form words suddenly short circuits as the vibrations hit the right spot.

Usually in this position, I like to hold a vibrator on my clit. It’s always a bit awkward trying to reach between my legs while I’m getting hammered from behind. This is a total replacement.

“How’s this?” he asks.

I reply with a muffled moan into my pillow. This is beyond my expectations. I’m not missing my favorite vibrator at all. The ring hits my clit with surprising accuracy, sending tiny explosions of pleasure through me with each thrust. I come almost immediately.

“I want to try something else,” he says.

“Can we write this sex off on my taxes?” I ask as we pause, “I mean, it technically is work.”

He pulls the TOR II off his hard cock, and then tries to pull it over his balls. It takes a minute, the device isn’t that stretchy, but he manages to pull everything through.

“Ahhhhhhh,” he leans back a moment, eyes closed. I place my hand on his balls, everything is humming along nicely.

I get back on my knees and he enters me again.

The sensation on my end is significantly dampened, but he’s clearly enjoying it more now. I reach around and hold the toy and his vibrating balls up against my clit. It still feels good, but it’s not as strong for me in this configuration. Normally he’s really into having his balls restrained when we fuck, the strong vibrations are only adding to his pleasure.

He’s still excited and I’ve had several small orgasms by this point, so I ask him if he wants something else. I offer to peg him with the TOR II around my strap-on, but he’s enjoying the sensation on his balls to much to take it off.

I give him a good hard ass fucking, and after he comes, he takes the cock ring off. I slide it around my cock and tell him to feel how heavily it vibrates.

“Oh,” he says, feeling it. “I wish I would’ve let you do that in the first place!”

“Next time,” I answer with a smile.

***

Additional thoughts: The TOR II is powerful enough to completely replace my favorite handheld vibrator while I’m having sex. It’s more powerful and less complicated to use.

We’re both genuinely surprised and pleased with the entire product. The small size of the ring doesn’t get in the way, there aren’t any odd or rough corners to distract from the sensation. It’s very well made and completely waterproof. It’s on the expensive end, a bit over one hundred dollars, but I think it’s well worth the price. This toy is going to be a favorite for a long time to come. Simply put, it’s fucking amazing!

The only thing I didn’t like was trying to turn it off. There are inset buttons marked + and – on either side. To turn it up you have to repeatably click the plus sign, to turn it down, you push the minus sign, but there is no instant off switch. It was rather difficult to turn it off when my hands were covered post-sex lube and (ahem) other slippery substances.

Since the first test run, he’s used it around his balls during masturbation and says he likes it better for that purpose than during sex. Next time I peg him though, we’re going to put it on my cock and see if that changes his mind.

Get yours here and let me know what you think! Questions? Leave ‘em in the comments and I’ll answer them.

Addendum: The big part that housed the vibrator was facing downwards while we had sex. He briefly tried it the other way around to see if it would vibrate against my ass, but it was really uncomfortable.

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You turn your face to watch the screen, but you leave your body in profile for me. Leaning back in your chair, you relax, cupping your balls, the first tentative strokes increase. Images flash on your laptop screen: cocks of all sizes, pink pussies, gaping assholes, boys fucking boys, girls fucking boys with fists and strap-ons. The people in the videos moan and yell, slap and fuck. The sound of your breath quickens, your ancient office chair creaks, the lube on your cock is wet and thick.

I’m hypnotized by your hands. I follow each practiced stroke up and down your shaft. I love the contrast of your strong hands against the smooth pink of your cock. You glance at me to see if I’m still watching from across the room. Sometimes I touch myself too, but I prefer to watch you, losing yourself deeper and deeper in pleasure.

I love it when I wake up in the morning and find the evidence of your night before. The butt plug, the wads of tissue. I think of you fucking yourself deep into the night, when I’m sleeping so hard I’m past dreams. I imagine you there, in the glow of the laptop, alone in the dark. I know you picture yourself there in those scenes, the room full of strangers lining up to fuck your ass, to come in your mouth. You want to be filled up, violated and taken.

I love it when the sleep still hangs heavy in your face and the coffee pot is empty and your mind is full. I know what you’re going to ask for, so I leave you alone to reboot. These moments aren’t about sex. You’ll open the door, your eyes bright, energy restored. You’ll kiss me because I understand; and you’ll understand when I need to do the same.

I love it when you’re spread out naked on the bed in front of me. Knees splayed, waiting for my fingers, my cock, my whole hand, a dildo, it doesn’t matter. I part you slowly, your cock stiffens as I explore. We improvise the rhythm, our rhythm, slower to slow to fast. You stroke your cock, it’s unbelievably hard. I thrust into you.

I take your balls into my hand, I know just how hard to squeeze. You aren’t shy now as your whole body writhes with abandon. Eyes shut, back arched, I’m in you and I am you. You close in around my hand, warm and deep. Your hand moves up and down so fast on your cock that it’s just a blur. You bite your lip, buck and twist. I urge you on, I want to take you there. One final arch and you’re gone. I pull away, you fall back, limp and satisfied. You run a finger through the small white pool on your belly, then lick it off because you know it pleases me. You’ll ask if I’m satisfied, if there’s anything I want now. I’ll say no, because I love to watch you masturbate.

I’m still naked, you gave me one more quick fuck. You were almost out the door, then you turned, came back in. You didn’t even take your jeans off, you pulled them down around your ass, then fucked me hard. Hard enough, we both hope, to last us another week or so. But we both know better.

I wrap myself in a sheet, follow you outside so I can watch you pull away. I want to see every second of you. I stop short of running down the street. I’m not given to such theatrics, even if it is what my heart wants.

Your car turns the corner. If I peer at the right angle, I’ll see a flash of white between those two houses, then you’re really gone. I go back inside.

I’m too sad and restless to sleep. My hand lingers on my thighs, still damp from you. I feel the bruises on my hips, my breasts. I push into each one, remembering the moment you forced them into bloom.

Then I see it, your butt plug, there on the dresser. Did you leave it deliberately? I think it’s too big for me, I’m always in a bit of awe when I see it glide into you so easily. I turn it on, it vibrates in my hand like a purring kitten. I hold it to my clit and shut my eyes, slowly rubbing it back and forth. But then I wonder… I wonder if I could take all this inside me? It was just in you not long ago. I want to feel what you feel, I want the fullness to spread my ass wide open.

Your car isn’t even to the city limits yet. You could turn around, come back to me. You could find me here working your butt plug into my ass. You could stand in the doorway and watch, amused, as I struggle to fit it all in.

I coat it with lube and lay on my side. The tip goes in easy enough, it’s not much bigger than my own toys at this point. It’s when I gently push that the difference becomes immediate. My ass isn’t as greedy and as practiced as your own. I work the tip of the plug in and out of my ass and think about how I was doing this to you only hours before.

I love to watch you open. I love tasting you with the tip of my tongue. I love running a fingertip around your edges, sliding in an inquisitive fingertip. I love when you ask me to be your man.

I fit a little more inside me now, but it’s still a struggle. The widest bit is still to come. I think about when I fisted you for the first time, how surprised and eager we both were. It was one of those things I thought only happened in porn movies, but here we were. So warm. So hard, I could feel you spasm from the inside as you came.

My ass aches, the plug is at the widest bit. I wish I could see it stretching me out. I rub my pussy with my other hand, to distract me. I slowly fuck my ass, teasing and testing myself, trying to go a little further each time.

The phone rings. Your name flashes on the little screen. You tell me you miss me already. You tell me you left something for me, I tell you I already found it. I tell you that it’s in my ass, how I’m fucking myself with your toy, how it’s the closest thing to being able to fuck you. How it’s so big, it’s so big.

You tell me to take it. You say I have to put the entire plug in now, I have to fuck my ass like you would fuck it. Hard, with no mercy. I push it in the rest of the way, over the bump. It stings, I gasp and swear, biting my lip.

You tell me that I’m being good, that you want me to pull it out almost all the way, then slam it back in. You breathe harder. I say maybe you should pull over, or maybe you should come back, but you won’t do either. You tell me I’m a good girl and you need me to come. I fuck my ass on your command. I shut my eyes, hold the phone close to my ear. The plug pounds in and out, becomes an extension of you.

I shudder, make little noises into the phone. I come hard, you tell me how much you love it that I can come from just an ass fucking. I’m exhausted, spent, the restlessness burnt away.

You tell me you love me, we hang up. I drift off to sleep, with you still inside me.

Also, check out this interview I did this week with Creative Loafing about getting fired and getting on a bestseller list!