The pink woman drew on her canvas. For now just a sketch, pencil outlines that would soon be covered by a soft pattering of paint. Her hand traced across the sheet, drawing smooth curves that’d designate the cut between valley and sky. If it turned out half as good as it was in her mind, it’d look fantastic. Maybe it’d even sell.
But her focus was broken as a soft knock echoed through her door. She turned to see her sister peeking her head through a gap. “Hey Mona, just letting you know I’m heading out now.”
Mona nodded, “The conference, right. When’ll you be back again?”
The blue hued lady tilted her head in thought, “Day after tomorrow, probably late. You’ll be okay on your own though, right?”
The painter grinned, “I know how to look after myself silly, I promise not to party too hard while you’re gone, Rym.”
She rolled her eyes, though a smile betrayed her. “I’ll believe you, don’t make too much of a mess with your ‘parties’” Lifting her fingers for the air quotes. “Seriously though, love you lots.”
“Love you too, sis” She blew a kiss.
Turning back to her canvas Mona picked up her pencil, but kept her ears perked. Soon she heard the front door click closed, and the familiar sound of an engine whirring and fading away. She sat in silence for a good few moments, her eyes closed as she listened for any indication that she might return unannounced.
When that didn’t present itself, a different kind of grin took over her face. Mona stood up from her station, shifting her art supplies to the side of the room. With the main space cleared, the girl reached under her bed.
With practiced ease she pulled out a small cardboard box. Gingerly, she placed it onto her bed, biting her lip as she opened the lid.
For its size, the box could only contain two items of note. The first, a girl’s staple, a wand vibrator.The wired cord, and bulb head made it the perfect instrument for her fun for tonight.
But Mona’s eyes were locked onto the second item. Seemingly out of place, yet more than welcome. Mona slowly gripped the handle of a sturdy steel revolver. The weight in her hand felt familiar, yet intense. She could feel her heart thump in her chest by just holding it.
With a quick shuddering breath, she pulled the vibrator out of the box as well. Placing it right into the center of her room, directly on the floor. After plugging it in, she flicked a switch on the vibrator and dutifully it whirred to life. She could turn it back off for now.
The pink girl returned her attention to the weight in her hand, and with practiced ease flicked open the chamber. Empty of course, she wasn’t insane enough to store it filled after all. She chuckled to herself at the absurdity of it. And pulled a singular bullet out of the box, eyeing it over as she held it in her hand.
A small, tiny, destructive piece of metal. So dangerous, so lethal.
She placed the bullet into the gun. Five chambers empty, one filled with death. She spun the chamber.
Her heart raced as she slowly knelt down onto the still vibrator.
And she sat.
The gun in her hand.
Loaded, potentially one trigger pull away from ending a life.
Mona pressed her hand against her panties, damp and warm.
With a shuddering gasp, Mona reached beneath her and switched the vibrator on.
Even simply pressing through her clothes, the vibration was intense. The shuddering sensation pushing pleasure through her mind. Her spare hand groped at her chest, her fingers pinching the flesh through the fabric.
The vibrator’s humm didn’t stop. Instead picking a slow steady path to higher frequencies, pulsing faster and faster and faster. Then slowing down with a halt. Only to quickly build up, and up and up. With each wave she felt her heart skip a beat.
Mona rubbed herself against the silicone tip, the fabric giving such a familiar resistance, dampening yet thrilling.
The vibrator thrummed onto full power, for several seconds Mona’s back arched as the machine sent a continuous wave of electric thrill straight into her. Before dying down, and teasing her all back up again.
Mona’s breathing grew shallow, she was getting close. She knew it. She could feel it.
With each thrum of the vibrator she inched closer. With each breath she grew more excited. With every moment that passed she was closer to climax.
She pulled the gun up to her head.
A simple, straight, unflinching chance that this could be it.
She let out a breathy moan.
Her hand shook as she felt the cold metal digging into her skull. The unbearably hot reminder of what a simple tensing of her finger could do. What it would do.
Mona’s mind raced over all the different outcomes. Her sister coming home to find her dead, the finality of her final moments. Unable to hide how degenerate of a slut she’d become behind her back.
Click
She let out a shuddering gasp as her eyes shut in orgasmic pleasure. Her body brainlessly humping against the toy for the drops of pleasure in a sea of euphoria. Her mind and body were one, combined in pleasure.
But slowly, her breath stabilizing. She could feel again the weight of the gun in her hand. Pointing loosely into the room. She popped open the chamber. The bullet now resting at the top, one away from being the one that fired.
“Maybe next time” She kissed the barrel of the gun, the cold metal unfeeling against her.
And slowly, she packed up. Kicking off her now thoroughly soaked panties to be washed. She cleaned up, unloaded the gun, and shifted her canvas back into the center of the room.
A warm cozy glow now beaming out from under her smile.
Maybe next time indeed.
