It’s a surprisingly warm night for fall, probably one of the last nice ones we’ll have until next spring.We’re out on a rare “date night;” rare because raising a rambunctious toddler doesn’t leave you much time (or money) to enjoy each other like we used to pre-baby. So we’re out strolling amongst families and kids at the last night of the state fair. The leaves are just beginning to change, pops of color catching the last rays of the sun as it sets behind picturesque blue, smoky mountains. A tingle of electric energy shocks through my system, as if the sun is sending me a zap of solar power before it leaves for the day. Except that almost electric shock isn’t organic; it’s from the bullet vibe nestled between my already soaked nether lips. I glance back at him, my loving and devious boyfriend of almost five years. I remember agreeing with him about wishing we could go somewhere sans baby for a night, arranging the babysitting at my parents’ and getting dressed. He stopped me earlier, before I finished getting ready, insisting I wear a short, black cotton dress, only a lacy black thong underneath. While sitting on our bed, strapping on my wedge heels and grabbing a light sweater, he put a beautifully wrapped package beside me. Looking up at him wearing that damn smirk I hate, he told bursa escort me to open it and no matter what I thought once I did, I was to wear it. Slightly confused I stripped the present of the ribbon, paper and just as I open the box a glint of silver catches my view, my eyes roaming the rest of the object, covered in hot pink silicone. A gasp escapes from my perfectly glossed and parted lips, my fingers run over the smooth surface, plucking the bullet vibe from its velvet case. He grabs the remote, subtly pressing the ‘on’ switch as I feel the oh-so-quiet bzzzz and vibration of my new toy; the very same toy vibrating my mind and thoughts back to the present. I give a strangled moan, quickly realizing where we are and wondering why he chose to activate it at this moment.We’re in a slow moving group of people, some Bible-preaching, God-fearing, youth group from a local church. It’s the line at the gate to enter the fairgrounds. I hear some kids joking and laughing, but my vision is so blurry from the glorious ecstasy rolling off my body. I barely notice a group of boys in front of us, snickering and jabbing each other, not-so-casually gesturing back at me. He chuckles at me, nods knowingly at the teenagers, making them turn around flustered, backs straight, embarrassed bursa escort bayan at getting caught. Me, too boys—me, too! We’re finally through the queue, and into the main grounds. Neon lights from food vendors, booth games, and other attractions light my vision now. Clutching at his arm, he fingers the pants pocket where that glorious little remote is hidden, flipping the vibe through various stages of intensity before turning it off. I don’t know if he did that on purpose or what, but it definitely reminded me that I wasn’t even into the hardcore settings. Isn’t it funny you don’t expect something so little to pack such a big punch? I know I was asking myself that on the drive over as well… After lovingly putting the cute pink invader in my pussy, fitting the thong over my bare mound, and patting me on the ass, my boyfriend whisked me out the door into his car. Explaining on the drive over how tonight was going to work, that the fair is the start of a new chapter in our relationship. My mind wandered, chewing on my fingers like I usually do when I’m thinking. He looked over to me, reprimanding me for the worst of my slew of bad habits and simultaneously flipping the bullet on the highest speed. My pussy gushed and clenched, so much arousal all at once and just as escort bursa fast as he surprised me, he flicked it back off, quieting the small vibe and making me moan for more. Protesting and pleading does nothing but make him wear that damned smirk again, but it did keep me from biting my nails. He continued, explaining that my blatant refusal to stop all these bad habits coupled with watching porn all day, made him realize I needed a firm hand to keep me in check. At first, it sounded like he just wanted to spice up our sex, adding in a toy, but now it seems like he wants to dominate me—something I’ve been craving since we first met. He mentioned browsing my Internet history, gawking at the abundance of bondage and dominance sites, videos, and pictures. At the numerous chat sites I visit when he’s at work and the sex toy browsing history, mainly ones I’ve bookmarked as my favorites. That’s why I was so pleasantly surprised to see the only bullet vibe on my wish list, the only one I’ve ever considered buying. Instead of being furious about the violation of privacy, I felt relieved that he discovered my need, my craving without me having to plead with him to be this new person for me… A whisper in my ear jerks my thoughts back to the present. He warns me that if I don’t stop biting my lip, he’s going to have to find a quiet, secluded area on the fairgrounds to show me exactly how he’d like to see my lips at this moment. I blush, smiling coyly and purposefully bite my lip, giggling at the darkened expression that crosses his face.