Freya
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A few days later, the bell of my door chimed. I jumped out of the sofa and scurried towards the door.
Opening it, was the delivery man, holding a box in his hand.
“Your delivery, Ma’am,” he said, handing the box over to me. “Please sign here.” He gave me a paper and a pen.
After signing, I tipped him and shut the door. My heart thumped in my chest, flutters and throbs crawling up the walls of my stomach.
I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs, fingers flying to the carton. I peeled off the seal and opened the box.
My eyes fell on the smaller boxes inside, one had an image of the vibrator and the other the lubricant.
I opened one of them, took out the anal plug, and held it up. I fixed my gaze on it, wondering how this was going to fit.
Of course, it was small but it felt
