A Test of Abstinence
Am I a Submissive? Episode II
Traci’s finger slid into my folds and did a little wiggle. “So, you still think you’re the submissive type, huh?”
If you missed reading Episode I
It was Sunday, a week and a day after I attended the BDSM presentation at The Vineyard Sex Club. I was still in bed thinking about treating myself to a leisurely self-pleasuring session when my doorbell rang. I sleep nude, and, thinking it was probably some Jehovah’s Witnesses, and planning to tell them to go away, I didn’t wear a robe.
Instead, the peephole showed my best friend and sometimes lover standing on the porch. I cracked the door and said, “Traci! My god, I haven’t even showered.”
Pushing the door wide, she stepped inside, closed it, backed me against the wall, and kissed me. “Neither have I. Just got off the plane. Come on, let’s shower together.” She didn’t wait for a response, just took my hand and led me to my bathroom like I had nothing to say about it.
Of course, I couldn’t think of a more delightful idea. For a week, my sex had come from my own hand, and I missed Traci’s special touch.
Under the hot, pelting spray, we took turns working each other to a very satisfying…
