Untouched in a cream and black box underneath the bed lay a thank you present from a designer friend of mine. It was called the Spur. I rootled around under the bed until I located the box, feeling a thrill of anticipation as I opened the lid. Inside lay a cool, firm and satin smooth object of beauty; a small card lay beside it:
“Pleasure with intention” was written in beautiful calligraphy, and underneath:
- 1. a device with a small spike or a spiked wheel that is worn on a rider’s heel and used for urging a horse forward.
- 2. a thing that prompts or encourages someone; an incentive.
- 3. a slender tubular projection from the base of a flower, e.g. a honeysuckle or orchid, typically containing nectar.
The polished porcelain swirled with a design in black and white; it felt weighty and substantial in my hand. My breath quickened as I held it against my mouth, tracing the tip of it with my tongue. Slowly I traced my jaw with its length, revelling in its coldness against my throat. I took my time, tantalising and teasing myself as I stroked the length of my body, circling my rosy pink nipples until they stiffened to attention, shooting mercury darts of desire to my groin. The sculptural curves undulated against my hips, cool smooth porcelain hugging my heated skin. I parted my legs, teasing myself with its curved shape against the lips of my smooth pussy. I wanted its large breadth and length deep inside me but made myself wait, gentling circling my swollen clitoris. My breath caught in my throat as electric currents caught and held my body, concentrating solely on the object that was causing such raging sensations of pure pleasure.