fresh batteries, ripe tomatoes
Fresh Batteries, Ripe Tomatoes “… and the Stratham’s cancelled. Well, actually I do have an idea - asurprise. I found something while I was cleaning…no, I’m not going to tell you, stop guessing, it’s a surprise. No, I’m not telling you.” BEEP. “Darn, the battery’s getting low. Oh, any preferences for dinner. You’re hopeless… I […]

Fresh Batteries, Ripe Tomatoes “… and the Stratham’s cancelled. Well, actually I do have an idea - asurprise. I found something while I was cleaning…no, I’m not going to tell you, stop guessing, it’s a surprise. No, I’m not telling you.” BEEP. “Darn, the battery’s getting low. Oh, any preferences for dinner. You’re hopeless… I love you anyway, bye.” Virginia set the phone down in its charger and looked at the oldcardboard box with an anxious smile. She turned the box over dumping its contents on the bed: Velcro handcuffs, nipple clamps, vibrating dildo, ben-wa balls, and an old crinkled tube of KY lubricant. (Which she immediately tossed into the trash.) Had it really been so many years? Ginny and her husband Mark stopped using these sex toys when the kids got old enough to be curious. Well their youngest was fresh off to college and now she and Mark had the house to themselves. She wondered if Mark would want to play with them again. Even though he was a terrific lover, he seemed to be - no, he was definitely slowing down. Virginia sighed. Maybe this was a way to jump-start their sex life? She decided she would check things out just to make sure nothing was broken. Ginny took one of the nipple clamps and squeezed it a couple of times.She watched closely as the bars separated and closed again and again - it seemed okay. She pulled her shirt over her head and un-hooked her bra. Her breasts were not those of the young woman Mark had married. They were certainly larger, definitely drooped more, and after nursing two children, the nipples were both larger and more sensitive; something that she and Mark both enjoyed. She squeezed the clamp apart, positioned it over her nipple and releasedit. “OHMYFUCKINGSHITGODDAMN…” She gasped as she struggled to push the clamp apart. Removing the clampfrom her nipple she flung it across the room. She pressed her hand against her enflamed skin. Well one thing was still true. Intense stimulation to her nipples still translated directly into throbbing anticipation in her clitoris. A warm heat began to build and spread from the empty center between her legs. Ginny’s eyes were drawn immediately to her battery-operated, variablespeed vibrator; old Reliable. She had gone through many varieties of vibrator before settling on this one. It had the perfect shape; cylindrical with a slightly bulbous head, and the length was perfect for her. It allowed her hands free access to her breasts and clitoris while the vibrating head stimulated her G-spot; she’d ridden to many an orgasm with this toy (with and without Mark’s participation.) She picked it up. It seemed lighter then she remembered. She pushed the button - nothing happened. She pushed it again - still nothing. Ginny unscrewed the bottom and looked inside the cylinder. Well that explained the lightness and the lack of vibration - no batteries; it was empty. She rolled off the bed and walked topless to the kitchen. She looked in the junk drawer - no batteries there. She checked the hall closet - ditto; no batteries. She was heading for the garage when she saw the TV remote. Ha - that’ll have a couple of batteries - perfect. Ginny practically skipped back to her bedroom. Batteries installed, shepushed the button again and was rewarded with a barely perceptible buzz. She shook the dildo a couple of times - still barely buzzing. She rapped it on the nightstand, and the buzzing stopped completely. Well damn, so much for those good vibrations, she thought. Setting the dormant dildo aside she picked up the Velcro handcuffs. Markhad always enjoyed playing with these. She remembered the last time they’d played with them. It was the screaming and commotion from that session that had resulted in the toys being stored away. Ginny recalled that evening while rolling a nipple through her fingers. Mark had looped the handcuffs, with her securely in them, over theirbathroom door. He had this thing for forcing Ginny to present herself to be eaten. Cuffed, in this position, she could stand flat-footed with her legs together. To spread her legs required her up on tiptoe. The effort demanded to receive her reward resulted in some excruciatingly intense orgasms. That night Mark had been particularly persistent… Read the rest of fresh batteries, ripe tomatoes

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