He tore the heart off one of the harnesses so only the o ring was left, cleaned one of the smaller dildos and told me to wear it all day.
I keep forgetting it's on. It's warm against my thigh and now I understand so many little things about having a package nestled there. It feels good to rotate my hips into it against the floor or the bed, and I kept playing with it earlier. We went out today and I wasn't as self conscious about it as I thought I would be. It just wasn't...an issue. There's this black jelly dong in my pants and life was normal.
It was so hot when he stroked it, could feel the movements against sensitive bits. I can't imagine what it's like with materials better than jelly. He keeps talking about how it'll feel when it's being used, or discussing the use of it like he's teaching me, preparing me, giving me advice on how it's done.
It's as though maybe the unthinkable might...
All these fantasies contained in this little black jelly dildo against my thigh. Oh, my.
Apparently there is a present in the mail on its way with four things for me inside. I can only wonder and hope it arrives tomorrow.