Another Path (1)
After spending my first day as a woman in a frenzy of self-indulgence and collapsing into bed, I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. Maybe it's because I sweated so much and went to sleep early, but my body feels great, and my eyes pop open bright and early.
The sunlight doesn't come in great since half the view is blocked by the building across the way, but it offers decent natural light for a one-room apartment. It's just enough to rouse me from my half-asleep daze. I get up in a fog and wash my now somewhat familiar face with a quick cat bath to shake off the sleep. When I open my eyes, the mirror reflects a woman with slightly tousled hair and sleepy, half-lidded eyes. She still doesn't look entirely used to herself.
If only my looks were just decent. My hair... I'll wash it tomorrow. Back in the day, I'd shampoo twice daily, but drying this long mane morning and night takes way too much time. I'll just wash it occasionally and maintain it. Hey, it's not like skipping a day will kill me. I give it a sniff—still smells nice and fragrant. This is fine, right? Totally fine.
Once I'm somewhat awake, I grab my phone out of habit. There's a notification waiting. Not spam—something else.
Only the front part shows, but it's easy to guess what it says. I tap the notification, and sure enough, it's exactly what I expected.
Your order of [Office Supplies 2EA] has been delivered!
The package is here. ***** The moment a delivery arrives is always thrilling. Maybe it's the excitement of not knowing exactly what's inside, or the joy of receiving something you really wanted. Right now, I'm feeling that exact mix of anticipation and excitement as I pick up the box from in front of my door.
Modern logistics have advanced to the point where I can order something yesterday and get it today. I'm not the only one benefiting, but today, it feels like I'm the biggest winner.
I crack the door open just a sliver—it's spring morning before summer hits, so a cool breeze slips through the gap. I snatch the package quick before anyone sees and pull it inside. Delivery labels usually list the item, and sure enough, just like on the product page and completion text, it says "Office Supplies."
Once again, I appreciate the perks of living alone. I can order whatever personal stuff I want without prying eyes—it's a huge advantage. Otherwise, I'd have to go buy it in person like yesterday, or stress about timing deliveries and getting caught. ...And I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself as freely as I did last night.
Eh, hypotheticals don't mean much to an orphan like me.
I slice open the tape on the "Office Supplies" box with a cutter knife. With practiced ease, I peel back the tape, open the box, and black bubble wrap greets me. On top, there's a sticker that reads:
"They really packed this carefully."
Not that it'd stop anyone from peeking if they wanted. I cut through the black bubble wrap, and there they are—the items I've been eagerly awaiting. The ones I bought filled with expectation.
Pink rotor vibrators. Three of them. An enema bag just in case. Condoms as a freebie. And the dildo. It's in a plastic case. I ordered a size that's on the larger side for an average person. A bit of regret creeps in. Maybe I should've gone smaller for my first time. The thought flashes by, but someday I'll take something bigger anyway. And bigger than too small is better, right?
Oh, the extra-large monster dildo and the vicious display-only one I added will take longer—they're crossing the ocean. Since they'd take forever to use anyway, or might be impossible, the rest arriving faster doesn't matter much.
Back when I had a dick—or something like it—I never saw any others up close. Looking at this, I can tell for sure. Mine was on the small side. Or is this the big one? Maybe both. Either way, the old one's gone, and this one's sitting in the box in front of me. That's what counts, right?
With uncharacteristically prim movements, I open the plastic case and take out the contents.
"Whoa..."
My first-ever purchased dildo. It fits in both hands, but damn, it's thick. Touching it, I feel the silicone texture. And inside, the firm core supporting it.
This feels just like a real cock... A bit harder than mine was, but more like a dick than a real one—maybe "cock" fits better. Anyway, it feels like the real thing.
I rub it lightly with my hand. No lube, so it doesn't glide smooth, but even stroking it gets a reaction.
"Hah..."
From my excitement, that is. This is more embarrassing than I thought. No one's watching, but still.
Shlick, shlick— I keep rubbing. Mmm... something's happening. I'm getting turned on more and more. Should I suck it? My body moves before my brain this time. Suddenly, I'm on my knees. I bring the dildo to my face.
Up close, it's bigger than I thought. The veins I felt when touching it, the glans curve. The subtle skin folds stretching and contracting—all in fine detail.
I press it to my lips first.
"Mm..."
Silicone glans meets my lips. I part them slightly and stick out my tongue. It touches naturally. The silicone feels firmer on my tongue than my hands. Taste? None, obviously. Silicone.
My tongue traces down the shaft from the glans. Slow, so I feel every ridge and vein. It reaches the base. Below, wrinkled balls are molded on.
They even did the balls. They're mostly a stopper to keep it from going too deep, but right now, they're just fueling my arousal.
"Ha-mmph—"
I open my mouth and take one ball in. As it slips past my lips, my tongue greets it, tangling around. Churp— A sloppy licking, sucking sound escapes unbidden. It echoes back, tickling my ears.
I pull away. "Hah... haa..." I catch my breath after the brief blockage. Panting, I exhale and inhale. The break doesn't last.
Now back to the glans. It's bigger than it seemed. I open wider. "Ha-mmph—"
I engulf the head. Inside my mouth, the shape clarifies. I angle my teeth in, lips back, keeping just the glans. Tongue moves. Under the ridge first, rubbing. Then circling the whole thing. Down again, out of my mouth.
"Pha— hah..."
Pent-up breath bursts out harder, ragged pants follow. If someone saw my face now, it'd be beet red, no doubt.
Back in it goes. Second time, teeth first, tongue waiting. "Blrp— ha-mmph."
Like it's drawn by my tongue, it slides in. Now I bob it front and back. "Mmph, blrrp."
Foreign object in my mouth brings muffled moans and sounds somewhere between. They tickle my ears again, arousal spiking.
Out briefly, then deep in. The tip hits the back of my tongue. As my tongue brushes it, I feel the central vein mold and protruding vessels.
"Grrk, ah-mmph."
Deep into my throat, weird gags escape. Ah. This is so hot. Is it the body change? Getting turned on by this is wild.
Pressure and gag reflex build, getting hard to take. But just a bit more. I want it in my mouth longer. Tongue moves despite it, then slows.
"Ghk, grrk."
Just a bit. A bit more. More... no, can't. Tears well up.
"Mmph. Pha—"
Strong repulsion spits it out. "Haa... haaah..." Ragged breaths pour out. Didn't notice while sucking, but I'm winded.
I turn my head—mirror shows me. Not the fresh-faced morning me. Teary, doe eyes. Blushing cheeks and ear tips. Mouth agape with a string of drool.
Ooh... this is pretty lewd. So, next—what should I do with this dildo?