Passion Perfect

It was a curious premise for a business, Blake Marler decided. A shop that sold scarves, lingerie and sex toys. The lingerie and the sex toys went together well enough, but where had idea for the scarves come from? Boy, would she have liked to have read that particular business plan. And sat in on the pitch to the bank for a start up loan.

Still, it sort of worked. One particularly cold September day, Blake had entered the premises in search of a scarf and had left with a lovely lacy bra and a 4.5 inch Ladyfinger. She had forgotten to buy the scarf.  The Ladyfinger was fun for a while, quite a lot of fun actually, but eventually Blake grew tired of the sameness and frankly, 4.5 inches was barely sufficient.

Her next purchase was a Rampant Rabbit, quite the step up from the Ladyfinger and seriously entertaining. Blake had greatly amused herself with the various speeds and settings and it most definitely got the job done. The clitoral stimulator alone justified the price of admission. After a few months, though, Blake found that she was unable to block out the entirely unsexy sound of the internal plastic balls clacking together. Combined with the somewhat irritating whine, it made her self-pleasuring sound as if she was vacuuming a gravel drive.

Thus it was that Blake found herself at the most curious of specialist shops once again. She made her way to the very back of the store, where the most interesting items were to be found. She studied the nipple clamps and seriously considered the vibrating butt plugs before her gaze landed on the most curious of objects.

It was some what akin to a shoe-horn. Albeit a fat, bright purple, silicone shoe-horn that had been melted in an oven. Blake picked it up and studied it further. The heft of it felt good in her hand and it had intriguing bumps and ridges and …

“Lovely, isn’t it? Not for beginners, though.”

Startled, Blake turned and faced the woman who had spoken. A pretty woman in faded jeans, tight white T-shirt and a baseball cap. A woman who … Good Lord! A woman who was Mayor Doris Wolfe!

“If you’re thinking of buying it for your boyfriend, he had better be very experienced and you’ll need a lot of lube.” Doris paled slightly “It’s not for Frank is it? Because I seriously did not have him pegged as … well … a pegger and actually, now that I’ve thought about that, I really want to un-think it.”

Blake recovered from her stunned silence. She didn’t do silence at the best of times and now was certainly not the moment to start.

“Why, Doris, I hardly recognised you. Where is your hideously ugly jacket, your ridiculous heels? Did you feel the need for a disguise before coming in here?”

Doris was quiet for a moment.

“Actually, the jacket and heels is the disguise. You don’t think I actually like the vile things, do you? They’re a necessary evil if I want to maintain a semblance of a private life, hardly anyone recognises me without them.” Blake felt a twinge of sympathy for the normally acerbic Mayor, which lasted until Doris spoke again, a second later.

“If you’re thinking of buying that for a girlfriend, however, I’m sure she’d be thoroughly delighted. It really is the Rolls Royce of double-ended dildos and no harness required!”

Blake flushed slightly – this was not a normal state of affairs for her, but the truth was that she had been taking rather more of an interest in the fairer sex lately. Ever since Natalia had come out to her. Ever since she had seen that obnoxiously happy smile on Olivia’s face. Particularly since that morning when she had caught glimpse of what could only be a hickey on the upper slope of Natalia’s left breast. She recovered her composure.

“You seem to know a lot about this particular item, Doris, care to explain the finer points?” Blake goaded before being intrigued by the speculative look that passed across Doris’s face.  After a long pause, during which Blake was convinced she had won the upper hand, Doris reached out and took the item from her.

“OK, allow me to introduce you to the Share Double Dildo. Let’s just imagine for a moment that you and I want to fuck each other, shall we?” Doris paused just long enough for Blake to start imagining exactly that. The barely imperceptible prick of sweat that appeared at Blake’s temple convinced Doris to use her lowest, sexiest voice and continue.

“Perhaps we’ve been fucking for a while and whilst you love the way my fingers and my tongue make you feel, perhaps we want to try something different. Maybe it’s just that I want to hold onto your hips, panting into your ear, as I take you from behind. Or it could be that you want me to pinch your nipples as you clutch on to the headboard while you’re riding me. This little beauty not only makes it easy for me to give you what you need, it also makes it a lot of fun for me too. Not that fucking you wouldn’t be fun anyway.”

Blake was fairly sure that Doris could detect her burgeoning arousal, it was pretty obvious really, her silk blouse did nothing to disguise her hardened nipples after all. Doris’s expression was aptly wolfish. She couldn’t suppress a tremulous moan as Doris moved beside her and casually slipped an arm around her waist, whilst holding up the toy for Blake’s inspection with her free hand.

“Now, the longer end - the 18 centimetre end, is self explanatory. That’s the end that I’d put in you. Notice the intoxicating ribbing along the shaft? Think about how wonderful that would feel as I thrust into you, as we thrust together.”

Honestly, at this point Blake could thing of nothing else.

“If we got the angle just right, this particular ridge should massage your G spot. The smaller end, the more bulbous end, that would be inside me and this little bump would be right up against my clitoris. This toy is truly a marvel of modern engineering and, as I said before, no harness required – just plug and play.”

Doris moved in front of Blake and lifted her chin so that they were gazing into each others eyes.

“Do you have any more questions for me, Blake?” Doris asked, her voice husky, and watched as Blake clearly struggled with and then came to a conclusion.

“Only one.”

“And that is?”

“What are you doing for the next three hours?”

Fin.