The gift of love

The anticipation was too much, waiting for Christmas day to arrive was never going to happen. After all, some presents are never meant to be opened in front of grandma and the kids.

I had been bouncing from blog to blog, comment to commenter when I landed on a discussion about glass dildos. Hours of research later and just a little bit of self relief later I had made a purchase for a special friend.

As a fan of the muff, one of my greatest and least elegant struggles has been to work some sweet penetration and a little G spot play while dining down there.

A toy is by far the best answer I have found. It gives me reach and control without finger cramps or the need to break lip and tongue contact on the lady in question.

The toy I purchased looks like this one.

To our surprise the coloured bits were stick on and weeks later I am still finding them around the house in the strangest of places. A note for the fun loving public, always wash your gift before giving because it sure breaks the mood if the reaction is as desired when they unwrap this beauty.

There is a fantastic range out there to every one's taste and kink. They are fantastic pieces of art that fill the roll of function too.

The test drive went something like this;

I had let on about a week beforehand that I had made a purchase. Her eyes lit up with curiosity quickly followed by a sly smile when I let on that she might have to receive this gift in private.

When we returned home from a function the gift was waiting on the bed, wrapped in silver paper with a thin ribbon to match.

She gently hefted the box in one hand and shook it lightly. I smiled in anticipation of her reaction. Would she be shocked, scared or offended by this toy? We had not played with dildos in our short time together, it might be a bit forward, she may not like toys.

That would be sad.

I enjoy using toys on my lover, it opens up so many opportunities to explore and raise the intensity.

As the paper came of there was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes widened.

"Can we use it?" she asked.
"That was the idea." I replied, relieved at her acceptance.

As happens, passion took over and the gift remained snug in it's box as we kissed and fondled out way out of our clothes. While I wanted to get this bad boy into the action I also wanted to make sure she was as ready as can be. I wanted to taste every inch of her body and leave this glass magician to last. The Christmas gift was not just the toy but a session devoted to pussy worship and the introduction of our new bed partner.

She was restless and fidgety as I kissed the inside of her thighs. Every now and then she would sit up and reach out for me and I had to push her back gently with a kiss so she would relax and allow this to happen. While my cock was hard as all hell, this was for her and there was time for cock later.

As I parted her lips with my tongue I was greeted by her sweet taste. It is amazingly sweet and always wet and ready when I get there. With one finger holding her open just slightly I drifted my tongue along one side of her slit stopping just short of her clitoris. Breathing out gently on the hood for a moment before caressing the other side with my tongue.

The roll of her hips told me she was ready for a direct hit and I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy then licked from bottom to top, teasing over her clit and ending with a gentle suck that sent a shudder through her body.

After a little more time spent like that it was time to get serious. With one hand I groped around for the box and freed the toy from it's wrapping. As with any toy in a presentation box there is always a hidden twist tie to keep it looking just so and at I worked on her with one hand and the box with the other, the element of surprise was lost.

In hindsight it was a good thing. As she negotiated the unwrapping for me we became aware that the pink blobs in the shaft of this massager were in fact painted with a cellophane like material.

One of the painted bits peeled off in her hand as she stroked its length and got to know her new lovers form. As quick as I could it was off to a sink to gently remove the offending decorations with the bonus that the cool glass was now warmed and ready for action by the water.

Back in the bedroom and we were back on track in no time. Lying between her legs I raised my head so she could see me take the round head of the dildo in my mouth, applying a light coat of saliva.

I have never sucked a cock before and the head on this thing was impressive as it filled my mouth. I tingled as not for the first time I wondered how special it would feel to be a girl and how it would feel to be on the receiving end of this sort of gift.

As I pressed the head against her opening two hands appeared from above to hold her folds open for me. I lent in and flicked my tongue on her clit and pressed the dildo home slowly teasing it back and forth until the head broke though and slid inside her.

Looking up over her tummy I could see her head pushed back into the pillow, back arched and breasts heaving with each laboured breath. Her bottom lip was pinched between her teeth.

Pulling the dildo back I revelled in her lips gripping at the head before puckering around the shaft as I moved it deeper into her. I released my gaze on this beautiful sight to return attention to her clitoris with my tongue. Pressing it flat against the top of the dildo and licking firmly up to her clit tracing a firm circle around it once, twice then third time before driving back down to the dildo to taste more of her fresh juices on it's shaft.

With a gentle downward pressure the head of the dildo tilted up and hit home on her G spot. With firm and rhythmic strokes I took the cues from her body as to how much pressure and how deep to drive each time.

In no time her knees came up and closed me out as she drew her knees together. All I could do was drive the toy home and watch the show as she started to buck and weave under it's spell.

With a free hand I reached around to embrace a nipple and the touch was like an electric shock pushing her over the edge. I was no longer driving this train, it was crashing down hill with no brakes and all I could do was hold the base of this glass marvel as she rode it to the end of the line.

As the waves of contractions and shudders subsided I slowly tried to withdraw the toy. As the head pushed her open one last time it caused an aftershock almost equal to the first orgasm.

Curling up beside her on the bed, she rolled into my shoulder and lay their breathing hard. A small tear rolled onto her cheek and she smiled the glazed smile of the deeply pleasured.

"Thanks.." was all she could get out before we kissed.
"Merry Christmas" and was my reply when our lips parted.