At first, I thought it was just an old chest for extra blankets and stuff.

It looked so harmless.

An antique trunk at the foot of the bed.

It wasn't until one stormy night that I finally found out

what the box contained. The storm made the tree branches smack against Jett's bedroom window.

Rain pilted against the glass, and the electricity had been out for the last hour.

But Jet filled the bedroom with candles. Despite the bad weather, the space seemed downright

romantic, sensual. Jet opened the chest and grinned at me. It was an ear-to-ear smile. I looked inside to see that the

thing was filled with tons of sex toys. There were dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, silk ties,

rope, paddles, anything I could think of. I hadn't expected that, of all things.

Excitment rolled over my shoulders. This, he said, pulling out a big black vibrator wand,

is my personal favorite, and I think you'll love it too.

My heart thudded in my chest, and my pussy felt tight.

Jet and I had been dating for about a month and had been fucking like rabbits.

But now we were going to actually explore. We were going to play.

Jett pulled me to the bedroom and began to undress me. His hands and lips covered my entire body,

from my throat, down to my toes. I felt completely adored as he lavished me with attention.

I was already wet and turned on, but when Jet pulled out some leather wrist and ankle straps

from the box, my pussy throbbed. I kind of want to torture you,

he said with a wink. I liked the sound of that. He pinned my wrists and ankles to all four

posts of his bed. I felt exposed, but it was in the most delicious

way. I watched as Jet held up the big vibrator and turned it on. I shivered, grinning up at

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