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She kisses me passionately, running her hands through my hair and tugging at it as she does. We kiss like there are points, a high score—forceful, sloppy, without regard for each other. We’re not kissing to show love, but lust.

She breaks our embrace just long enough to gasp, “I missed you.”

“Shut up,” I tell her.

She smiles and locks her face back to mine.

She pulls me towards the bedroom. Like animals fucking for their very survival, nothing else matters right now. I didn’t tell her about my trip. She didn’t tell me about her week. We didn’t smile or hold hands or make small talk. We didn’t even say hello.

I’m kicking off my shoes, clumsily struggling to push off my coat as she unbuttons my shirt. I throw one arm under her dress and around her bare waist.

She yelps. “Your hands are like ice!”

“Sorry,” I say.

“No it’s good,” she leans back into my arms.

When we reach her bedroom I push her down on to her bed and toss my shirt into the corner of her room. She laughs. So do I. She smiles mischievously. So do I.

The room is filled with sexual energy. We’re both grunting, hearts racing, eyes wide. As each piece of clothing comes undone we come closer to the fruit of both our desires. In our minds, we’re already fucking, imagining having each other naked and joined. Thrusting and pumping and screaming together.

It’s almost palpable.

I feel as if nothing can distract me from Lauren. Nothing can distract us from our sexual desires, from this conquest of my girlfriend.

But as I lean down to resume our kiss war, something catches my eye.

She kisses me roughly, and for a second I kiss back, until what I saw fully registers in my head. It was a dick… not a big deal right? But wait! It wasn’t my dick!

I pause for a moment and pull myself up to look again.

Lauren tries to pull me back but I speak before she gets a chance.

“What the hell is that?” I ask.

“What?” she giggles, expecting it to be part of some sexual game. But it’s not.

“That…” I motion towards the most unusual sight of a bedside dick. A strange, unnatural, alien-looking penis, standing erect in her bedroom. I motion at a hot pink vibrator sitting on her headboard. “Whose dick is that?”

“Ohhh,” she coos. “That’s my new toy.”

“A dildo?”

“Vibrator,” she corrects. “Mr. Big.”

I give her a confused look.

“A Super Flexi Rabbit. For when you’re not here. Something to keep me satisfied until I can lay my hands on you again.”

“I’m flattered,” I say sarcastically.

She laughs and pulls me towards her. Our lips meet again and we readily proceed to make out right where we left off… or at least, she does. I try to kiss her, to feel passionate, to be eagerly in the mood for sex, but there’s a strange feeling in the room.

I have the sneaking suspicion that I’m being watched…

After our love making session, Lauren is asleep next to me and I’m wide awake. Normally I fall asleep before her, but not tonight. Tonight I instead lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I’m pretending that I’m not, but I’m still staring at the pink penis out of the corner of my eye.

I sit up in bed and examine it.

It’s hot pink and clearly rubber. It’s shiny, with transparent sections which show off its grizzly mechanical innards. Protruding from its mid section is a deformed limb, aimed and shaped perfectly to reach a girl’s clitoris. Those are called the bunny ears.

I hold it up. It just stands erect. The thought of it never going limp is kind of a blow to my ego for some strange reason.

Mr. Big was designed to fuck her. It was engineered, to pleasure her. It has adjustable vibration speeds. Its length and size are scientifically designed. It’s angled to reach her g-spot. It even has an extra limb to stimulate her clitoris while it fucks her. And it’s operated by someone who knows exactly how to pleasure her… namely, her.

Suddenly my all natural dick seems insufficient.

“I don’t like you very much,” I tell it.

This is where it all begins.

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The Rival was runner up in the LoveHoney’s 2009 Erotic Story Competition. You can read about it here or download the LoveHoney e-book copy here.
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