Sex Toy Smut #4

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For most people, erotica and sex toys work in conjunction with each other. Many settle down with a good bit of smut and a trusty sex toy beside them. Others may even read a raunchy story with their partner, before experimenting with a sensual product together. Not only do we bring sex toys and erotica together in our own way, but the authors bring new life to sex toy play, introducing toys to their characters. When reading these excerpts we may find new and adventurous ways to experiment with our own toys – we’re able to bring the realms of fantasy into pleasurable reality.

I will be inviting published erotic authors, on a regular basis, to host a sex toy related excerpt from their work on my blog, for you all to enjoy.
Today we welcome BL Bonita with an extract from Spanking Lady Willow.

Extract from  by BL Bonita

Sasha stared at the phone, wondering if he’d call back. Maybe she wanted him to break the silence and chase after her, demand she submit to his every whim and make mad, passionate love to her—the kind they’d never had. Maybe that would smooth this rift between them. Maybe she was an idiot. Minutes passed, and when the phone failed to ring again, she finally exhaled.

One last, lingering look around the main floor of the house they’d built together, Sasha shut off the lights, locked the front door, and ascended the staircase to the second floor. In a trance of defeat, she managed to pad along the hallway, past every single thing that reminded her of her failed marriage. Every door, every picture along the way reminded her of the prick. Why did she still have to love him, and why didn’t she fight for what could still be fixed? Because you’ve never been good at telling him how you feel, and maybe Gage wants to get rid of you anyway.

Before she reached the master bedroom, Sasha took a deep breath and wondered if she should change rooms as well. Every damned thing about their bedroom reminded her of Gage. Forget changing rooms—sell the house. It was time to move on. Living with all these memories made her feel worse, like she was somehow inadequate as a wife.

The huge, king-sized bed dominated the room, complete with matching nightstands and dressers. Even the armoire and floor-length oval mirror were part of the set—a wedding gift from Gage’s parents. Seemed everything was a wedding gift in one form or another, whether from family or friend. Everything except for what waited in the little red box on her nightstand.

That’s what I need . . . .

As she wandered over to her side of the bed, Sasha unbuttoned her blouse, allowing the silk garment to slide off her shoulders and flutter to the floor. She unzipped her skirt from the back and stepped free of it, kicking it out of the way. Sasha lifted the lid to her box of treats, her hungry gaze honing in on the blue dildo. A good orgasm would ease her inner turmoil. Gage had to call and whisk her back into the past, and on the very night she was to meet her mystery lover. Luck always had a way of kicking a person right in the ass.

You’ll never get what you want until you ask for it . . . or do it yourself.

Grabbing the comforter, Sasha yanked it off the bed, letting it settle on the floor in front of the big mirror. Yes, she needed to get over her self-pity and rise above the fear and doubt clogging her mind and heart. She needed to take control. Be bold.

With the vibrator resting conspicuously on the edge of the bed, she removed her lacy, white bra and panties, then stood before the mirror. Sure, she’d played with herself before, but always under the covers like some horrible sin she needed to hide. Not tonight. Tonight, she needed to free herself from her own cage and become a different woman.

Angling the oval mirror down, Sasha had a perfect view. She smiled and settled on her knees on the makeshift bed.

The plush comforter beneath her warded off the chill from the hardwood floor. Naked and needy, Sasha didn’t want to be a come-hungry woman in the stranger’s arms, nor an emotional mess from the unexpected call from Gage. Masturbating was the most effective thing she could do.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, letting her worries float away.

The reflection of a woman with cropped black hair and nearly as dark eyes stared back at her. She imagined the woman as a stranger, and Sasha, the performer. Ready to put on a show, Sasha gazed at the milky white skin covering a curvy body. Full tits with large, rosy nipples, down to the tiny triangle of black curls, looked fit for attention. With her ass resting on her heels, and her legs spread, she lifted the blue dildo, and with a twist of her fingers started the motor.

The vibrator hummed with wicked promise.

Slowly, she trailed the tip of the vibrating weapon in circles over her nipples, eliciting an instant spike of pleasure. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips. Each nipple received equal attention, back and forth, until the buds grew taut and ached for something more tangible. With her free hand, she pinched, twisted, and pulled them out until little jolts of pain slithered from her breasts right down to her pussy. Her reward was a little quiver and a trickle of wetness.

She moved the vibrator—which hummed with promise of more—to her bellybutton. She circled it slowly, letting the tip of the rubber cock dip inside. Such a sweet sensation on such an unlikely place. Her cunt pulsed with unrequited desire.

Soft moans filled the air, and she closed her eyes, moving the tip of the vibrator down until it slid over her clit. A shudder ripped through her, and she gasped. Sasha moved her hips, envisioned a faceless Phoenix, and how his cock would feel gliding back and forth over her pussy lips, pushing harder against her, making her hunger for more. She slid the vibrator there, back and forth, her body quivering with each startling vibration.
Heat and tingling sensations slithered through every nerve and she grasped her breast, now pressing her hips harder against the rubber tool. Tentatively, she slid the vibrator down, eliciting more whimpers and moans while her pussy ached and clenched, ready to be filled.

“Yes, make me a bad girl. Make me beg,” she whispered, tilting the vibrator until the tip buzzed against her anus. She’d never tried anything anal with her husband, but she had a deep-seated hunger to be fucked in the ass, to be taken in that wicked, untouched place.

Sasha smiled at her reflection and readied herself to straddle the blue beast.

After bunching up the comforter, she positioned the base of the dildo onto her makeshift body and guided the buzzing head to her opening. Staring at the mirror and the provocative view she made, she sank down onto the vibrating cock with a needy moan. Goose bumps kissed her flesh as she clenched around the thick, vibrating shaft.

And then she began to move.

Want to read more? Purchase SLW from the publisher:
https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/246/Spanking-Lady-Willow
Also available at all major retailers!

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