Page 7 of Accidentally Matched

“Okay, I better go or I’m going to be late for sex school.” I hand Sweetpea to Haley, giving her more kisses as I do.

I made sure to keep myself properly hydrated during the day. I’ve diligently taken the pill every day for a week now when I came up with this idea.

I’m as ready as I am going to get. I slip into my trench coat and secure the belt, then pick up my tote, which contains my tablet, toiletries including wipes, clean sets of underwear, and a dress for tomorrow, hair ties, perfume, and bars of both chocolate and granola, depending on my mood, and of course the most important thing of all, my tablet and a stylus with a pink feather cap.

I’ll be documenting everything here. This will be my sex bible, which will eventually go into the book I plan on writing. Possible title:Keeping the Sex Light On.

“Wish me good luck and wild sex,” I say, suddenly just a little nervous, but I brush it aside. I stopped being nervous in the seventh grade.

“May you learn everything there is to know about sex and not be able to walk for a week.” Clementine says.

“Come back in one piece,” Haley warns sternly. “But have fun.” We hug, and then I’m off.

Twenty minutes later, I stand in the foyer of The Four Seasons and check in.

Our room is on the fourth floor, and as I step inside, I’m overwhelmingly pleased. The living room is huge as per the usual standard, but the custom-made bed? I have no idea what a bed that size would be called. Extra, extra king size?

I take some time to get myself acquainted with my surroundings. It’s still ten minutes before they arrive, and I want their entrance to be met with something outstanding. Me.

After putting my bags into the closet, I check my hair, then turn up the heat. If I’m going to be prancing about in next to nothing, I want to be warm. I remove the coat and try out new poses. Spread on the sofa. Sitting cross-legged on the armrest of a chair.

Oh, sitting in the chair, leaning back, legs open. That’s inviting enough, so that’s the one I’m going for. It screams confidence, but having my finger in my mouth adds a little coyness. My open legs speak for themself.

I then unpack all the goodies I brought with me. I arrange a collection of butt plugs according to size. How do I know what size my butt is? Is that even how it works? Never mind. I’ll soon find out.

I tackle the selection of toys next, grouping them according to their colors: vibrators, dildos, pumps, clamps, and a clit glove. I even got something for them. Artificial vaginas. They can tell me in depth what it feels like when I use it on them.

The one thing I am is confident in my body. Do I have six-pack abs? No. Should I limit my pizza and ice cream intake to never? Probably. But I like my body. It's happy to carry around all my personality and then some. But for a split second I worry they might not like what they see, but then it’s gone.

Everything is fine.

I’m fine.

This is going to be great.

Chapter Five

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