Universal Remote Raunchiness

Tori stretched out on her bed and slipped the new vibrator between her thighs. The sleek toy hummed to life and she bit her lip, rocking her hips in easy circles. Down the hall, Nadia booted up her homemade program and watched the laptop screen light up with every remote-controlled gadget on the Wi-Fi. She flicked the ceiling fan, dimmed the kitchen lights, set the coffee maker to brew. Then an unknown device popped onto the list. Curious, she clicked it. Nothing obvious happened, so she clicked again. And again. Each tap strengthened the pulse deep inside Tori, the rhythm climbing until the toy was thumping relentlessly against her swollen clit. Gasps caught in her throat, then turned to broken, helpless moans. In the other room, Nadia followed the signal and hammered the button harder. Tori’s orgasm tore through her so hard she cried out, loud and raw. Nadia burst through the bedroom door expecting broken glass or worse and froze when she saw the vibrator still buzzing between her roommate’s wet, trembling folds. Realization flashed across her face. “Shit—sorry,” she laughed, cheeks burning. The sight had already flushed heat down Tori’s chest. Neither woman looked away. Nadia stepped closer, fingers grazing Tori’s slick inner thigh, and then they were kissing—hungry, messy, already tugging clothes aside. On the laptop behind them, the nameless device kept pulsing, but neither of them noticed.