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a re-run of the Big Bang Theory and laugh myself silly. Then I was going to deliberately and without shame get in the shower and get myself off. Maybe after that, I’d dig out Bob, my battery-operated boyfriend, and do it again. That ought to make me feel better. Or miserable, one or the other. Maybe another glass of wine was in order.
     
    Two episodes of BBT and a second glass of wine later, I was in a much mellower mood. I decided to skip the shower until later and crawled into bed with my favorite toy, a hot pink dildo with a bulbous head and a butterfly thingy for my clit. Naked, I leisurely teased my nipples until they were throbbing and wishing for a wet mouth. The best I could do was some lube and a pair of cute little suction devices that I’d picked up in Denver. By now, I was wet where it counted, and I reached down to tease my clit and put my fingers as far as I could reach into my swollen channel. Not good enough, I couldn’t reach without an awkward twist to my torso. Time for Bob. I used my fingers to put a little lube on his head, and then turned on the vibration to the first, gentle setting. Needing a bit more  visual stimulation, I left him there, with just the head inserted, while I reached for the remote and found the Playboy channel. Okay, so sue me, I like to watch.
     
    The big-boobed blonde on the screen was being serviced by two men, one white, one black. Or maybe she was servicing them, depending on how you looked at it. One of them, the black one, had her legs stretched wide, holding her ankles and thrusting an unbelievably large cock into her pussy, while the other was fucking her mouth, to her evident enjoyment based on the sounds she was making. I watched until the throbbing between my legs grew unbearable, then muted the sound on the TV, closed my eyes and gave in to the fantasy that had been tormenting me ever since Jon burst into my life with an injured dog in his arms.
     
    My nipples throbbed as Jon teased them with thumb and forefinger, occasionally taking one into his mouth to suck and  nip. I thrust Bob all the way in, jumping in shock when the butterfly came into contact with my own, personal ‘on’ button. My skin tingled and my toes curled, eliciting mmmm’s and ah’s as I pulled him out and pushed him in again. The sensations were almost unbearable, I couldn’t quite… A vision of Jon, naked and erect flitted through my fantasy and my breath caught. Finally, I moved the controls to the next higher vibration and then stiffened, convulsing  as waves of the orgasm rolled over me, leaving me shaken and yet not satisfied.
     
    Bob was a poor substitute for Jon , I thought. But, Bob would have to do. Jon was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen, but it was clear he wasn’t for me. He had a girlfriend. He was a resort person. And he thought I was an idiot, someone to laugh at. I could use the memory of his face and the fantasy of his body to get off, but it was plain as the nose on my face that the real thing would never happen. I was right, this little episode had only made me miserable, and lonelier than ever.
     
    That shower was so going to happen now, only it was going to be a cold one. I snapped the remote at the TV, catching one last glimpse of the threesome with some kind of sandwich going on, the girl in the middle. I’d settle for just one man, especially if it could be Jon. Oh, who was I kidding? I knew nothing about him, not really, and I didn’t think I was shallow enough to go on looks alone. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? Must be some kind of pheromones that gorgeous men have.
     
    It wasn’t fair. If there was a spark, shouldn’t both of us feel it? And yet, he hadn’t ever given me any indication that he felt anything other than amused around me. Not cool, not at all. Despite my best intentions, I couldn’t deal with the cold water, so I adjusted the temperature and thought about Jon’s body as I gave in to the desire for release