I was late to work this morning because I had to go reinsert the buttplug that Ad put in me this morning. After a rocking orgasm with it in and a trip up the stairs, it wasn’t seated quite so firmly in the place it was supposed to be. (“Seated”, heh, I’m such a riot.) Ad had a shit-eating grin watching me traipse into the bathroom & back out, properly re-plugged.
This is why I love the synchronicity of my life. Yesterday W and I chatted about the joy he and Ad had using the glass plugs on me this past weekend. I commented that I’d be happy to wear it to work any time he wanted. He suggested that today would be a good day. The plugs live at Ad’s & my house, so when I told Ad that I was going to have to wear it to work, he grinned and said, “Oh I think we can arrange that…” And arrange it he did. Complete with pictures to send to W.