The Special Gift

Shyla Jennings waited while Victoria Rae Black tore open the box. A thick glass vibrator caught the light. Shyla shifted on the bed, teeth pressing her bottom lip. “I’ve never used anything like that,” she said. Victoria leaned in and kissed her slow, tasting her hesitation until it melted. Their tongues met, and Shyla exhaled against her mouth. “Lie back,” Victoria whispered. Shyla sank into the pillows. Victoria clicked the switch. A low, steady buzz filled the quiet room. She parted Shyla’s thighs and ran the smooth tip along her slit, letting it gather the wetness already there. The first pass over her clit made Shyla’s hips lift. Victoria smiled, pressed the toy a little harder, then eased the rounded head inside. Inch by inch, the warm glass filled her, the vibrations humming against her inner walls. Shyla’s breath came quicker. Victoria worked the shaft with a gentle rocking motion, each stroke dragging the ridges across that spot that made Shyla’s toes curl. Juice coated the glass and glistened on Victoria’s fingers where she held the base. She twisted her wrist and Shyla whimpered, thighs tightening around Victoria’s arm. Victoria bent to kiss her again—deeper this time—while the toy kept pulsing, steady and insistent, driving Shyla higher with every pass.