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of this dish were all phenomenal, and she ate every morsel, then tried to invade his plate with her fork, which only got her a smart crack on the back of her hand for her efforts.
Once they had finished with his light dessert of fresh-fruit compote, he tugged her back into his arms, made sure she was cozy and comfortable then presented her with a box, all wrapped with a bow and everything. It wasn’t her birthday or their anniversary or anything like that - she went through all of those things in her head very quickly before deciding she hadn’t forgotten an important event in their life together. They celebrated so many of them that sometimes it got hard to keep track.
But no, today wasn’t the anniversary of the day they’d first met, or when they’d first made love, or when he’d proposed - which, being pure Sean, had been much more of a command than a proposal - or anything else like that.
She ripped the paper off immediately. She would never be one of those people who had the patience to undo the tape and try to save wrapping paper. It was there to be shredded, as far as she was concerned, although she did take the bow and stick it to the top of her head, as was her own tradition. At Christmas she ended up looking like she was wearing a hat of bows.
Inside was a red velvet box, and she immediately thought of jewelry. He loved to surprised her with different pieces - some quite expensive when he thought they could afford it, others just pieces he might have found at a craft fair or seen her admiring in a jewelry store window.
Opened, it revealed two silver capsules, both the same size that looked like large metal pills. They weren’t solid, she didn’t think, but they had some heft to them.
“What are these?” She genuinely had no idea. He’d already gifted her with a set of Ben Wa balls that she had tried to make disappear and had been dissuaded from doing so quite thoroughly when he discovered her plot.
In answer, he held up a small remote control and pressed the “on” button. The box began to vibrate loudly in her hand, startling her into throwing it away from her as if it was a cobra or a spider.
That was good for several minutes worth of riotous laughter - for him. He thoroughly enjoyed startling her, although she had succeeded in convincing him several years ago after a particularly annoying spate of practical jokes that she didn’t find it in the least funny.
It had taken tears to do it, but she finally managed to drive the point home, and he had been circumspect about practical jokes ever since.
When it happened naturally like this, there was going to be no living with him for a while. He was laughing so hard he was crying as he retrieved the two not so little fellows and proceeded, while still chuckling occasionally, to insert them inside her, giving her a chastising eye when she made as if to protest this intimate, mechanical invasion of her person. A hand, judiciously placed where it could rub the fresh ridges she still wore - and would wear for a while - from her caning convinced her that was not a good idea.
Ginger was definitely not laughing, but it wasn’t because she was mad at him for startling her. Those things inside her had her full attention. He had deliberately seated them so that they were as close to against each other as they could be, so that she got double the effect.
Then he arranged her into his favorite position - with his eager mouth right at clit level, her spread legs hooked over his broad shoulders - with the remote nearby, set at medium until he had her begging for release in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
She was pleading so prettily that he couldn’t resist, though, but not until he’d adjusted the speed of his two little helpers to high, then re-insinuated himself between her legs. Sean knew her well enough that he could time her teasing just perfectly, to just the right point. And when she was within seconds of
Once they had finished with his light dessert of fresh-fruit compote, he tugged her back into his arms, made sure she was cozy and comfortable then presented her with a box, all wrapped with a bow and everything. It wasn’t her birthday or their anniversary or anything like that - she went through all of those things in her head very quickly before deciding she hadn’t forgotten an important event in their life together. They celebrated so many of them that sometimes it got hard to keep track.
But no, today wasn’t the anniversary of the day they’d first met, or when they’d first made love, or when he’d proposed - which, being pure Sean, had been much more of a command than a proposal - or anything else like that.
She ripped the paper off immediately. She would never be one of those people who had the patience to undo the tape and try to save wrapping paper. It was there to be shredded, as far as she was concerned, although she did take the bow and stick it to the top of her head, as was her own tradition. At Christmas she ended up looking like she was wearing a hat of bows.
Inside was a red velvet box, and she immediately thought of jewelry. He loved to surprised her with different pieces - some quite expensive when he thought they could afford it, others just pieces he might have found at a craft fair or seen her admiring in a jewelry store window.
Opened, it revealed two silver capsules, both the same size that looked like large metal pills. They weren’t solid, she didn’t think, but they had some heft to them.
“What are these?” She genuinely had no idea. He’d already gifted her with a set of Ben Wa balls that she had tried to make disappear and had been dissuaded from doing so quite thoroughly when he discovered her plot.
In answer, he held up a small remote control and pressed the “on” button. The box began to vibrate loudly in her hand, startling her into throwing it away from her as if it was a cobra or a spider.
That was good for several minutes worth of riotous laughter - for him. He thoroughly enjoyed startling her, although she had succeeded in convincing him several years ago after a particularly annoying spate of practical jokes that she didn’t find it in the least funny.
It had taken tears to do it, but she finally managed to drive the point home, and he had been circumspect about practical jokes ever since.
When it happened naturally like this, there was going to be no living with him for a while. He was laughing so hard he was crying as he retrieved the two not so little fellows and proceeded, while still chuckling occasionally, to insert them inside her, giving her a chastising eye when she made as if to protest this intimate, mechanical invasion of her person. A hand, judiciously placed where it could rub the fresh ridges she still wore - and would wear for a while - from her caning convinced her that was not a good idea.
Ginger was definitely not laughing, but it wasn’t because she was mad at him for startling her. Those things inside her had her full attention. He had deliberately seated them so that they were as close to against each other as they could be, so that she got double the effect.
Then he arranged her into his favorite position - with his eager mouth right at clit level, her spread legs hooked over his broad shoulders - with the remote nearby, set at medium until he had her begging for release in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
She was pleading so prettily that he couldn’t resist, though, but not until he’d adjusted the speed of his two little helpers to high, then re-insinuated himself between her legs. Sean knew her well enough that he could time her teasing just perfectly, to just the right point. And when she was within seconds of
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