Enid never left the window until the last wave of pleasure ebbed from my face. And until I headed to the bathroom to wash up.
I was not expecting to meet him in the bedroom when I stepped out of the closet in a fresh and crisp dress. I thought he'd be dressed and gone, but he remained where he was by the window, fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a white crew-neck shirt.
He looked casual in a way I had never seen him. When my eyes snagged him, he moved to me from the window.
"Did I do good?"
I asked in a manner that suggested I was eager to find out if I was trying it on him next.
All through the time I played with the toy, Enid had been on my mind. I never ceased to imagine what it would feel like to have the actual thing.
I did everything to be sure he thought I was good, even though it had hurt really bad and had stretched me in a way that made me feel so sore even until now. All that mattered to me was getting to try it on him.
"You don't imagine I would want you now, do you?"