Page 28 of CowSex
“It’s a Womanizer, voted best sex toy in 2015.”
His hands go to his hips, and his mouth opens, closes, and then opens again.
“It’s a vibrator?”
“Yep. Well, kinda.”
“And you named it Vance?”
“Yep.”
“Any particular reason why?”
“Because he brings me joy.”
He stares at me blankly, something he seems to do a lot when I’m talking.
“Vance Joy,” I offer.
“Give me a minute here, Duchess. I’m trying to work out what that might rhyme with.”
“It don’t rhyme with anything, Cowboy. Vance Joy is a singer.”
“Vance Joy’s a singer?”
“Yeah, Aussie I think. ‘Riptide’ ‘Georgia’?” Again, I get a somewhat blank look, or maybe it’s a dazed and confused stare.
I reach for my phone and search for Vance Joy in Spotify, find him, and press play. Riptide starts playing through my UE Boom portable speaker that I also never travel without.
When I look back towards him for a reaction to the song, I find him studying Vance.
“What does it do exactly?”
“It’s a stimulator, so not actually a vibrator.”
His head tilts back, his eyes on the ceiling for a few seconds.
“Feelin’ I’m gonna regret this, but what the fuck’s a stimulator, Duchess?”
He turns his gaze back to me and chews on the corner of that plump bottom lip of his.
“Well, you don’t—” I clear my throat while trying to think about how to describe my sex toy to him. “It’s not like a dildo; you don’t put it inside. It’s more to stimulate your clit. It sorta feels like suction, or lots and lots of little fingers all tapping on it at once.”
“And you like that shit?”
I give him a big cheesy smile.
“Love it, Cowboy.”
“It works?”
“Zero to an explosion in about thirty seconds when I’m in the mood.”
He’s now got a faraway look in his eyes, and he even has a sorta smile on his lips as his gaze roams my face.
“Well fuck, Duchess.”
We stare at each other in silence for a few long moments. It’s not uncomfortable, but I can’t say that I’m exactly chilling, either. There’s a crackle of something that passes between us, and for the first time in his company, it doesn’t feel like tension.
