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"Do you want me to help?"

I startle at the question that comes a second after my bedroom door flies open. I knew I should've locked the door.

"You can pretend I'm one of your toys. I won't say anything, I promise."

This is awkward, but not that embarrassing. Seriously being caught with a pink dildo inside of you is nothing compared to what he had me done during that six months.

"I'm fine by myself," I choke on my own words.

It's been two hours but I'm only at my second orgasm. I've tried porn, it doesn't work. I've tried imagination, and that somehow got me somewhere. But the catch was, I had to fantasise being rammed by this guy. Cliche.

"Are you sure? We can play like we used to, minus the fucking."

Why would he minus the fucking? That's weird considering it's just another act following the foreplay and oral.

"Let me try just once. If you're uncomfortable I promise I'll stop." He doesn't wait for my answer but jumps right on my bed, sneaking into the duvet and the next thing