Bath time gives me the chance to collect my thoughts and release my stresses of the day, BUT it also is the perfect time to get myself off with The Grand Slam.
These days it seems like the only time I truly get to be alone is in the bath. No one to bother me, be it in person, on socials or heaven forbid by actually calling on a phone.
When the guy in the sex shop was showing me some new Evolved sex toys, the Grand Slam easily stood out from the rest.
The Grand Slam – It Does the Lot
It’s shaft of this deep blue sex toy not only thrusts, but it also twirls, and just to put the icing on the cake, has rotating beads along it.
For external pleasure, it has two bulbous rabbit ears, each with its own motor. It is designed to give a rumbly vibration deep down to the areas of your clitoris many may not even know exists.
Those ‘legs’ that spread down thoughout your vaginal area, and not just the little ‘bean’ everyone thinks is the clit.
I was holding the demo and feeling its intense vibes
The shop guy was muttering on about its features, ‘rechargeable’, ‘5 year warranty’ etc. But when he said ‘waterproof and submersible’, I couldn’t get the boxed toy onto the counter quick enough!
Of course, when you have big plans for alone time, something always seems to pop up and delay it for as long as possible
So it wasn’t until well after ten that night until I finally slipped into that steaming hot bath. With a few sips of my white wine, I could already begin to feel the days troubles float away.
Until I put my glass down and saw that big blue bad boy staring right back at me.
No, not yet.
But my mind wouldn’t escape it, even as I sank and immersed myself to the top of my neck, my nipples poking through the water like they were gasping for air.
I could still remember how it trembled in my hand back in the shop. How when I held its shaft, it kept trying to drive itself into me, beckoning to me. Just as I could feel it doing now from the bath side stand.
‘Look into my eyes, I am your captain now,’ it was saying just as all rabbit vibes do these days.
But really, why should I withold pleasure for myself?
It’s not like I was waiting for him to buy me a drink or anything. I snatched up his slender, sleek body and turned on the shaft. He immediately whirred into action, thrusting and twisting, beads spinning.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so damn eager!
The water churned as I submerged the toy. No lube required tonight. He crept inside me, and for a moment, I felt my body struggling against it.
This was intense fucking toy. The Grand Slam was already getting me hotter than the bath water, and we’d barely even started.
I clicked the rabbit ears on as they rocked up along each side of my clit.
Jesus! Those motors sure rumbled into action, sending pulses deep down through the body and bulbs of my clitoris.
Uncontrollably, my foot sent water splashing over the edge of the bath.
From here, the Grand Slam and I began to work organically in unison. I have no recollection of which buttons or settings I was using, just completely lost to the sensations.
Every time the shaft rotated, its beads would hit my g-spot vibe and I’m glad that nobody could see the reaction on my face that this motion drew from me.
Barely a minute into play
And this bad boy grabbed a hold of me and dragged me kicking and screaming, literally to a ravaging climax. I used to think I knew what the words orgasmic, ecstatic and explosive meant, until I met the Grand Slam.
Still lost in the thrall of this blue beauty, I couldn’t even manage to withdraw the toy.
So it took me again to orgasm, cresendoing in seconds, forcing both the bath water and myself to gush everywhere.
And then once again and again!
Until completely spent, my body ejected this majestic beast into the bath, where I could hear it still swimming around over my panting breath.
I couldn’t even move besides my twitching legs and heaving chest.
Eventually I managed to turn my new favourite toy off, but it was still a long time until I could sip my now warm wine or empty out the nearly cold bath water.
When I finally did, even the light satin of my slip continued to send shudders through my body. Needless to say, I had an amazing sleep that night.
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