Who: Mary Ellen and Stevie What: Early gifts and a break from extended family Where: A random empty apartment When: Monday night Rating: VERY HIGH, enter at your own risk CLOSED
In an envelope, left on their pillow, Mary has put an apartment key, a separate small key and a photograph that shows herself, from the waist up, with one hand between her naked breasts, fingers brushing her neck. There is a leather cuff wrapped around her wrist. On the back of the photograph is a number.
Mary knew it was a bit of a daring move, but call her motivated. Between living with their parents for so long and trying to help them deal with the grief, on top of helping to deliver three babies with little to no equipment, and taking care of their own son (and help with other little ones), she and Stevie had been too tired or stressed or worried to have much of a sex life. But she didn't want to lose that part of them, so she figured the only way it was really going to happen was if she made sure it did.
When all of the Christmas decorations had shown up, Mary Ellen decided to go check some of the stores too. If they always refilled at the same time when they were on the island, she figured (hoped) they would do the same here. She hadn't been looking for a shop full of sex toys and other things of the nature, but she'd found it none-the-less and she figured it may be a little bit of fate. Or at least that's what she told herself.
She'd picked up a few things, a set of nice cuffs for one, a little vibrating toy with a remote and a few other things she'd tuck away until later. It was the first two she was most interested in now, they sparked an idea.
Oddly, the hardest part was finding a way to print the photo-it had taken finding some kind of instant-print camera in one of the shops, the rest seemed to fall in to place fairly easily. She'd set it all up when Stevie had gone out to get some food and supplies for the apartment. She'd gotten her dad to agree to watch Sammy for a night or two-she'd had to give him the apartment number they'd be in, but made sure he knew only to go there if it was an emergency. After saying goodbye to their son, she set the envelope on their pillow and almost jogged to the empty apartment she'd already set up. There wasn't a whole lot in there, other that the stock furniture, but she'd made sure there was some food, extra sheets and towels (just in case) and stashed her little box of toys.
Once she'd gotten in and shut the door she stripped down to nothing and settled herself in the middle of the bed. She'd set the cuffs and little egg-shaped vibrator on the side table, along with a bottle of lube, and started there. The cuffs came first, she strapped the leather around her own wrists but left the middles unattached for now. The then took the bottle of lube and spread a little on the egg. The remote for the toy was on the table and without really looking, she pushed the button to turn it on. It was a low setting but it excited her nerves nonetheless. She lay back and brought it between her legs with a low moan. It didn't take long before she was pushing it in to herself with an arch of her back and a gasp. It took another moment before she had gotten herself composed enough to focus on her wrists again. It took some working-the angle was awkward and she was a little distracted, but she managed to hook them around a slat in the headboard by rolling on to her belly and using her mouth to hold the pieces in place a bit. She tucked her knees up under her hips so her head was still on the pillow but her backside was in the air, facing the door. She knew it'd make for a sight when Stevie showed up, plus it let her roll her hips in the open air and feel the toy inside of her move a bit too.