Jason had always thought he was a good boyfriend. He was loyal, generous, tried his best in bed—though apparently, trying wasn't enough. That was part of the reason he and Mia had split last month. They parted on decent terms, but not without tension.
"You never made me come," she'd told him bluntly one night, glass of wine in hand. "You tried. But I don't think you understand what it's like… to be left on the edge over and over again."
The words stung. But he swallowed them like medicine and moved on. Or so he thought.
Weeks later, Mia messaged him out of the blue.
Hey, still freelancing at home? Want to test something for the lab? It pays well and… let's say, it might help you understand what you couldn't before.
Curiosity piqued, Jason agreed. She worked in a biotech firm, and they'd often talked about the wilder projects she couldn't tell him much about. He figured it was a supplement or a nootropic. Some brain or mood thing.
A plain package arrived a week later. No branding. Just a small vial with a clear, slightly shimmering liquid and a note:
Take on an empty stomach. Effects begin within an hour.
Side effects: heightened sensitivity, vivid dreams, temporary dysphoria.
Duration: one week. You'll thank me.
Jason shrugged, downed the vial with water, and went back to editing client copy. The world wobbled twenty minutes later. A heat bloomed in his chest. He staggered to the bed, head spinning. Darkness closed in.
He woke up to a moan—not someone else's. His own. His limbs felt lighter, tighter. There was a strange, pulsing heat between his legs that didn't belong. He reached down instinctively and froze.
Soft. Smooth. No shaft. Just the warm, slick folds of a pussy. What the fuck—
Bolting upright, he saw narrow arms, a flat stomach, the bounce of—his breath caught. Two perfect, perky double D breasts jiggled freely on his chest. The tips were hard and pink. His waist had cinched in, creating an hourglass curve that swept into round, soft hips and a plush ass that rested against the sheets like a pillow.
His skin was flawless. His hair longer. His face—he scrambled to the mirror. Full lips. High cheekbones. Wide, sparkling eyes. He was a fucking bombshell. Pornstar body, model face, and legs that looked like they belonged in heels.
His phone buzzed.
…
Mia:
Surprise 💋
This is your trial. 1 week only. I want you to understand what it's like to be this turned on and not get to finish. Enjoy it… I know I didn't 😉
…
Jason—Jessica?—stared at the screen, heart pounding, pussy throbbing. She wasn't mad… not exactly. She was making a point.
And fuck, the point was already clear. Her entire body was a live wire. Her thighs rubbed together, and a shiver traveled up her spine. Her nipples ached for attention, and her new clit—she barely brushed it by accident, and her legs buckled.
"I need… something," she muttered aloud.
Thirty minutes later, a rush delivery was on the way: a sleek purple rabbit vibrator, some lube, and sheer curiosity pushing her into new territory. The package dropped just an hour later. She tipped the guy generously and locked herself in her bedroom, heart racing.
Stripping naked, she lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. She turned the vibrator on low and slid it across her slick folds. The contact made her jerk. Her breath hitched. Her clit was so insanely sensitive, just grazing it felt like a mini-orgasm. Her nipples were already pebble-hard, aching to be sucked or pinched.
She dipped the tip of the toy into her pussy. The heat inside was shocking—wet, velvety, alive. She eased it in slowly, gasping as it stretched her. It wasn't huge, but it was thick enough to make her moan.
Then came the moment of truth. The toy buzzed gently inside her while the rabbit ears found her clit.
Oh… oh god…
The first wave hit like thunder. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as her inner walls clenched around the toy, trying to milk it. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her thighs trembled.
And then the second wave came, harder. The stimulation didn't stop—it kept her on edge, then shoved her off again. Her back arched. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Her vision went white. For a full minute, the world was just pleasure. Deep, raw, soul-shaking.
She lay there panting, drenched in sweat, her pussy still twitching, the toy sliding out with a wet pop. Nothing Jason had ever felt as a man came close. Not even remotely.
"Holy shit…" she whispered. "No wonder Mia was so pissed…"
Male orgasms were quick sparks. This was a full-body explosion, waves crashing over and over until she couldn't move.
For the first time, she understood. And it humbled her.
But it also left her aching for more.
The next day passed in a haze of lust. She kept touching herself, trying fingers, pillows, anything. But the rabbit was her favorite—a surefire way to lose her mind in ten minutes flat.
Around 3 PM, the doorbell rang. Her new lingerie order had arrived. Lace panties. A red mesh teddy. A dare to herself, really.
She slipped it on and admired herself in the mirror. Her breasts pushed against the sheer fabric, nipples poking through. Her ass was a dream. She looked like sex personified.
The doorbell rang again.
She wasn't expecting anyone else.
Jessica padded to the door barefoot and opened it without thinking. A delivery guy stood there—maybe 23, lean but muscular, tattoos peeking from his sleeves.
He stared.
"Oh—uh, sorry, I thought the other package was it."
"No worries," he said, eyes scanning her body slowly. "You, uh… look amazing."
Her clit throbbed.
"You're sweet," she said, smiling. "What's your name?"
"Liam."
His eyes lingered on her chest. There was hunger in them. She felt it. Wanted it.
"You want to come in?"
He hesitated for only a second.
The moment the door shut, she was kissing him. Her hands tore at his shirt, revealing sculpted abs and more ink. His hands found her ass, squeezing, lifting, pulling her close. He was hard already. She felt it press against her thigh.
They stumbled to the couch. He stripped off her teddy like it offended him. "Fuck, you're perfect…"
She dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out. Her eyes widened. Ten inches. Easily. Thick, veiny, and already leaking.
She licked the tip, then swallowed him inch by inch, gagging, choking, eyes watering—and loving it.
He groaned, hands in her hair, hips bucking. "Fuck, you're a natural…"
When he pulled out, she was already lying back, legs spread, fingers playing with her clit.
"Please," she whispered. "Fuck me. I need it."
He didn't hesitate.
The first thrust made her scream. He stretched her wide, filled her completely. Her pussy gripped him like a vice.
He pounded her hard, rough, deep. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her body jiggling, writhing, taking it all.
She came within minutes, shaking, clawing his back. But he didn't stop. He flipped her over, slammed into her from behind, hand tangled in her hair.
The couch creaked. Her moans filled the apartment. He spanked her. Bit her neck. Whispered filth in her ear as he used her body like it was his.
She loved it.
By the time he came—deep inside her, hips pressed to her ass—she had cum three more times. Her pussy was raw. Her mind was mush.
She collapsed in his arms, sweat-slick, fucked-out, happy. As they lay there, tangled and breathless, she smiled against his chest. She finally understood. And for the first time, she didn't want to go back.