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Pushing It The fine print in the instructions had said "Never push the red
button." ...But, always, there was the red button and finally, in spite of
whatever the consequences were, she just knew she had to push it.
The fine print in the instructions had said "Never push the red
button." It had been there from day one, she noticed it while she was
unwrapping her new toy. The instructions had fallen out as she
unwrapped it from the bubble wrap. She had left them on the floor
until she had her fill of playing and then tidied up all the
packaging. She'd kept the instructions, somewhere. She hadn't actually
read them but they were around if she needed them, somewhere.
But, always, there was the red button and finally, in spite of
whatever the consequences were, she just knew she had to push it.
What could happen, really? Her love toy was in off mode, lying on his/
it's back on the rug by her bed. The red button was tiny, located
under his left ear lobe. To push it she would need a needle from her
sewing box. She had come prepared. At first nothing happened. Well,
he/ it was in off mode. Maybe it only activated if the toy was on at
the time. She watched awhile longer but got bored and felt sleepy and
mildly disappointed in the lack of drama.
She had a great dream. Better than the dream of having sex with a
dragon in mid-flight. This time her toy woke up, really woke up not
just powered up as he/ it usually did. He stripped off his veneer of
animation and became real. She felt his breath on her skin, as if he
were really breathing rather than functioning to please her. She could
smell his sweat and his passion, as if he were really aroused. She
half opened her eyes as his fingers played with her pussy, stroking
the lips and folds. She really, fully opened her eyes as his cock slid
inside of her. It was such a great cock, the exact thickness of her
specifications. The exact shape, length and fullness she had always
needed from a man but never found.
The odd thing was, she was sure she was awake now and yet the dream
continued. He was on top of her, riding her, caressing her inner
thighs, sucking her breasts, nibbling her skin. Of course, it wasn't
possible. He was only a love toy, bought at her local department store
for the off season sale price of just $199.
She ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing a hunk and pulling it
hard. He only grinned shamelessly and bit down on her nipple. It hurt
but felt good too. He opened his thighs, forcing her own legs to open
wider and rise up along his warm thighs to wrap around his waist. His
cock felt so good, pumping inside of her. His lips, tongue and hands
took their fill of her body, teasing her, making her need more and
more. Her pussy ached to orgasm. It was a great dream, but it could
only be a dream.
When he grunted and orgasmed inside of her she really woke up. This
could not be a dream. He wasn't supposed to orgasm without her
permission and he certainly wasn't supposed to orgasm before she had
her own pleasure.
His hard body fell over her, trapping her underneath his firm, warm
flesh. His hot breath warmed the side of her neck while his cock
softened, still inside her. "You pushed the red button didn't you?" He
laughed.
She said nothing. What do you say to a toy come to life?
"I'm so glad you did." He levered himself up, reached into her bedside
drawer and pulled out her favourite handcuffs. "You might regret it
but I never will."
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