Fast and Loose

He pushed it gently, feeding it inch by inch inside me. I was so slick I barely felt it until it was halfway up.

‘Right,’ he said. ‘And…’

He crouched down, lowering his head until it was on a level with the hand that held the end of the vibrator. All at once, he switched on the vibe and put his tongue on my clit.

The unexpected jolt of it was almost enough to make me come then and there. But I wanted more of this amazing sensation first. I wanted more of his tongue, tickling and teasing my most sensitive spot, while he eased the vibrator in and out of me, letting the waves do their worst.

‘Oh, my God,’ I spluttered. Clearly, simple oral sex or using the vibrator alone would not have been enough for Tom. He had to demonstrate his total erotic genius at all times.

‘Is that good?’ he asked with relish, keeping up the pressure from the vibrator pulse. His breath was warm on my clit.

‘Much…too…good,’ I gasped.

‘Mm.’ He dived back in, kissing and bathing my clit in his big wet tongue.

I lasted less than half a minute. As soon as the message was clear, Tom put his free hand over my mouth, preventing a noisy outburst. I bucked and thrashed, mindless with the enormity of my climax, hardly caring if I kicked Tom to a pulp with my flailing legs.

Luckily, I didn’t.

He switched off the vibrator, which slid out by itself, in its state of advanced lubrication. Kneeling up, he grinned down at me with a triumphal air.

‘Well, that was quick,’ he said, licking his lips. ‘I’d barely got started.’

‘Clever boy,’ I said with a hint of asperity.

‘Not that I lasted long myself,’ he admitted, discovering a shred of humility from somewhere deep within. He ran a hand over a shiny brow. ‘Do I look as wrecked as you do?’

‘Unlikely.’ I shut my eyes and let the last of the stars pop into darkness behind my eyelids.

He lay down beside me and kissed my forehead.

‘There’s one problem,’ he said.

I struggled to reopen my eyes, then relaxed a little when I saw that he was smiling.

‘If we can’t keep our hands off each other, how are we ever going to get our hands on Mia Culpa? Figuratively, I mean. We’ve got internet sleuthing to do, and not much time to do it in.’

‘OK,’ I said, yawning. ‘I’ll switch on the computer.’

I pulled on my dressing gown and hunkered down at my desk.

There were another twenty unread messages, but I skimmed over them and found YourPet27 again.

Hi. Thank you so much for replying to me. I’m particularly interested in meeting up with fellow local submissives, as I need somebody to show me the ropes (so to speak) before I get involved. With your experience and interests, you’d make the perfect guide – would you be interested in meeting up sometime? If you let me know your private email address, I’ll send you my mobile number. All the best, NN.

‘Great,’ said Tom. ‘Let’s hope that does the trick. She’ll want to know you’re on the level, so the mobile number is a good idea. Let her know you really are another woman rather than some fantasising creep.’

‘Ugh, do you think people do that? Pose as female subs to stalk women?’

‘All the time, I bet,’ said Tom. ‘Probably not in a seriously stalky way, but in a “tell me all your most outrageous experiences” way, so they can get off without having to pay a cam girl or phone sex operator or whatever. Nothing wrong with that if it’s mutually pleasurable, of course, but I don’t like the deceit.’

‘Why the hell did you become a journalist?’ I shook my head.

He laughed self-consciously. ‘Yeah, well, when I pose as something I’m not, it’s strictly on sword-of-justice business. Not pervy getting-rocks-off business. Big difference.’

‘Oh, I’m sure.’

‘Don’t tell me you aren’t convinced by my sword of justice?’