Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 13 - 'And the Morning After'

Rarity woke to a buzzing noise. It started low, almost imperceptible. But soon enough, Rarity couldn’t ignore it. With a low groan, she flopped her hand through the damp sheets, searching for the source. At last, she found the damned thing. Her eyes snapped open.

“A vibrator?” She moaned, picking up the egg-shaped device. A slender wire stretched out of the back end, and Rarity pulled on it until the console was within reach. She flicked the power switch off and tossed the damned thing off of her bed. Beside her, Octavia stirred with a soft moan.

“Not again. I had three in me last night.”

“No, it was buzzing… Did we sleep with a vibrator on?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know…” Octavia whimpered. “I think I passed out after you made me deepthroat the strapon…”

“I don’t even remember that.” Rarity flopped onto her back, intent on catching another few hours’ sleep. But something felt amiss on her midsection. She cast a bleary gaze down the length of her body, and was greeted with a pink, shining phallus. “I fell asleep with the strapon on.” Rarity groaned. Lifting her hips, she managed to pull the damned thing off, using a weak-muscled kick to send it bouncing lewdly across the tile floor around their bed. How wild had they gotten last night? Rarity remembered taking Octavia’s outfit off, which had helped re-kindle the fire of her desire. Removing clothes was just about as arousing to Rarity as putting them on. After that, they had retrieved what Octavia endearingly referred to as the ‘fun bag,’ a small assortment of vibrators, dildos, a single strapon, and various other toys. She even had a set of anal beads in there, which Rarity was almost positive had seen some use just a few hours ago.

After that, things were a blur. There were orgasms, sweaty humping, scissoring, tongue-play, fingering, fucking, and all-around debauched, depraved fun. Rarity wished she remembered last night more clearly. Looking around at the ruins of their bed, she had most certainly missed out on some fun stuff.

“Octavia,” Rarity muttered. “Mind telling me why the anal beads are draped across the lamp?”

“I threw them there.” Octavia curled up with a groan. “After we made out with them in our mouths.”

“Oh.” Rarity laid back down, looking up at the ceiling. “Octavia?”

“What… I have a headache…”

“Why are your panties hanging from the ceiling?”