Wood Anniversary

Gizelle walks in from work and stops dead. The box sits right there on the coffee table, tied with a black ribbon. She pulls the lid off and freezes for a second. Inside lies a sleek black strap-on, the leather already warm from the lamp above. A folded note slides out when she lifts it: “For our Wood Anniversary. Put it on and come upstairs.” She laughs once, sharp, under her breath. Her hands move fast, slipping the harness up her thighs, buckling the straps tight until the toy sits snug against her hips. She climbs the stairs. Addison is sprawled on the bed, naked, knees bent, hair still damp from the shower. The moment Gizelle steps through the door, Addison’s smile flashes wide. Gizelle catches her ankles, pulls her to the edge, and lines up the length of the cock without saying a word. She pushes in steady, watching Addison’s mouth open on a silent gasp. The fifth anniversary starts right now.