My New Jewelry
© D. Musgrave

Excerpt:

Never in my wildest, most fanciful dreams had I imagined I’d have the nerve to do what I did just the other day. What am I talking about?  You see, I've just spent the day wearing a special form of intimate jewelry.  The type you don't show off, even to your closest confidants.

It was a gift from my new lover.  A man who’s opened my eyes to so many things I've been afraid to see. Because of him, my sexual horizons are much broader now than they've ever been before.  I now believe nothing I fantasize is unobtainable.

Jack got me a clit clip at a recent biker rally; I'm sure with the intent of me wearing it around the house for him.  I’m also sure he never thought demure little old me, would have the guts to wear it all day, at work.  But that's just what happened.

I’d crawled out of bed, tired as usual after spending the night at Jack’s.  We don't sleep much when I stay over at his house, and I usually pay for it the next day with constant sleep attacks.

Jack had already left for work and I was alone in his house.  I stumbled into the shower, hoping the cascading water would pull me out of my heavy-eyed fog.  All I could think of, was the night before, and how Jack had reacted with surprise at my willingness to accept the jewelry and slip it on; to be honest I shocked myself.

My body quickly responded to the memories of the previous night's play.  I watched my rose-pink nipples harden and felt the all too familiar percolation begin between my thighs.  I struggled to keep my hands from lingering longer than necessary over my recently awakened erogenous zones, while I showered.  The urge to delve into my body and bring myself off, grew into a tormenting desire.

Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers focused on the utilitarian task of washing.  I rinsed the bubbles off my electrified skin, trying to push away the thoughts of how good it would feel to use the handheld shower head to do more than remove the soap.  I remembered the clip and how it excited Jack to see me wearing it.

Absentmindedly, my fingers glided over my mound and spread my sensitive labia.  My middle finger found my hooded clitoris and gently touched the nerve center of my sex.  I leaned back against the wall of the shower and gasped from the sudden outpouring of desire.  I knew precisely where and how to touch myself, to bring forth the most excitement.  I was just moments from rushing headlong into a convulsive orgasm, when a voice from the back of my mind spoke to me, 'Sabrina, wear the clip today.'

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