AWASH

At the sound of the small but harmonious motor,

she gave a sharp intake of breath and belly...

her nipples jutted into the mouths that caressed them

and

another river sprang from her passion...

There was just something so damned guaranteed

about a vibrator

in the hands of someone who knew their own body

and it's market places

and

banks...

the various and sundry offices and stores

that occupy a body..

mostly the offices

are all in the brain..

but the body..

now there's the greatest mall in the world...

you can find anything you want,

in the human body..

there are the tools and the supplies

and the music and the art

and the foods and frillies...

it's a veritable cornucopia.....

she was an expert on vibrators.. one of those female equivalents

of the guy who can rebuild any motor or engine,

in twenty minutes

with a butter knife and two paper clips...

she knew the rankings and standings,

the horsepower and rpm's,

and she preferred the variable speed to be graduated,

rather than specific.

The buzzing grew closer...

it was the sign of a serious machine

that the noise didn't get any louder...

just closer...

The silly thing is

men have always assumed that the lure of a vibrator

at least to a woman

and certain gifted men

was phallic...

that it acted like a cock..

but it doesn't,

if you were going to design such a stand in,

then surely it would go in and out,

rather than fuckin' vibrate....

and it would be able to turn itself off....

too soon.,

most often.

au contraire, mon frére..

the lure of a vibrator,

to most women

is the issue of control..

the absolute power wielded in the most naturally subservient of acts.

A vibrator damn well does as it's told...

by the hands that hold it,

and place it...

the fingers which control the density and the contrast...

and the arms which pull and push the pressure,

and the depth...

the fact that it often fills the cavity

is almost incidental,

a freak added bonus,

dictated solely by accident of design.

The hands and fingers

and mouths

which had held her so spellbound,

moved away from her,

and her entire nakedness was suddenly,

dramatically

untouched...

She lay,

as though mesmerized

and awaiting the next contact,

but as the seconds ticked by

she became further aroused

by the anticipation alone...

her very skin strained..

seemed to pull itself from the frame on which it was taut

towards any sign of life.

It was in this much heightened state,

that she first felt the single touch of magic..

the one slight piece of charged contact

that sent massive tidal waves

crashing against every shore on her body...

the noise remained constant

but that single fleeting nirvana of whirring motion

against the crown of her slit

on the very wishbone of her pussy..

was only the first.....

she braced herself for the second.

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