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“How was it?”

I was now on his lap, naked and coiled against him in a cozy cocoon.

“Amazing. Breathtaking. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I said breathlessly as I felt my body continue to buzz with ripples of after-delight. My heart rate was still elevated and I inhaled a fresh breath and exhaled slowly as I looked into his face.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Some bed. Whoever created it is something else.”

A sudden change of demeanor swept across his face, a look that read that he was found out.

“Something else huh?”

“Yeah…” I sat up and inspected his change of demeanor further.

“I…I designed the device.” He finally said.

“You did?” I’m pretty sure my jaw could have hit the floor had there not been an actually jaw bone to keep it in place.

At first with the daring confession, I was proud of him, and thought it to be sexy. I mean, come on, a man who designs something purely to bring satisfaction to a woman.

His woman.

But he didn’t have just a woman.

And then I couldn’t help the sudden rising surge of jealousy bubbling inside and oh, it was brewing alright. It was ready to rise up and spew out. It was about to flow out of me like hot lava destroying anything and everything in its sight. It was best to snap shut and not say anything.

I mean, sure I felt jealous of the other girls he’d been with but the jealously didn’t feel anything like this, like what I was feeling now. I felt suffocated. The fact that he had this device especially designed for other women’s pleasure. This meant he’d seen other women in the same position that I was in. It wasn’t anything special, new or unique. Was there anything special we would be able to do together that he hadn’t already done with someone else?

The reality of this all fell like heaping coals, settling very unpleasantly in the pit of my stomach. This ominous realization left me feeling achy, lonely, confused. Sad.

But, what I couldn’t keep shut vocally, now manifested in the pouring of major tears.

“Hey,…hey…don’t cry. What’s wrong? Shhh…” He raked his fingers through my hair and down my bare back. This very act made me want to cover up immediately and hide my nakedness from him.

A first.

“I know it can get pretty intense at times, the orgasms, and sometimes it releases emotional blocks and surges so maybe that’s what you’re feeling. Just let it out.” He continued to rub small circles around my back as he studied my face for further insight.

I then buried my head into his chest and started sobbing and I couldn’t help it.

He ran his fingers through my hair.

The quiet salty air tickled my skin and I could hear the faintest of sex music still blazing away in the home.

“Do you want to go back inside? Maybe get a bite to eat? Maybe that will help.”

I shook my head no.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to go home now.”

“You want to what?”

“Go…home.” I sobbed and fought hard for breaths. The intense beats layering the sexy music blaring from the home gelled in my ears, causing me to zone out under the hypnotic spell. The swirling, vibing pulses of the synthesizer swelled to the climax, pouring waves of intense bass notes. All I could do was stay in the daze of an emotional mess.

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