Iroha Rin (The Spicy Version)

I’d waited for such a long time to be all alone in the house, so I could give the Iroha Rin a proper run for its money. As soon as the front door slammed shut, I sprang into action, turning on my headphones, grabbing my new toy from its hiding place in my underwear drawer, and opening up my favourite porn site on my phone. I almost always choose the same kind of theme: male masturbation. Those horny little groans are like music to my ears, and we all know just how much I love a money shot…

Inject it into my veins.

I didn’t get started right away; instead, I selected a cumshot compilation video, then made myself comfortable on the bed. I let myself fall into the sounds of slickness and arousal, trying hard not to clamp my thighs together tightly, but failing miserably. For the first time in a long time, I had time to play around – and I wanted to make the most of it. I wanted to tease and torment and play with myself. Maybe even edge myself a bit. I wanted to have fun, either way.

I shuffled out of my t-shirt, then kicked off my jeans. My socks were thrown somewhere close to the bedroom door, and my bra followed suit. I was naked. God, did it feel good to be naked. There’s no time for nudity usually. More often than not I barely even had time to even remove one leg from my jeans and even then, it was only out of necessity.

I sighed and relaxed once more, enjoying the way the oscillating fan threw its cool breeze over my skin. I don’t know how long I stayed like that for. Ten minutes? Twenty? Who knows? Who cares? It was so nice to just take my time. I was aching to make myself come… but at the same time, I wanted to slow down and enjoy the silence. Well, the sound of a man masturbating in my ear, but same thing, really.

Eventually and almost begrudgingly, I reached for the Iroha Rin, turning it on, then cycling through the different settings. I wondered which one would do it for me. Each toy is so different, and I never seem to guess correctly. Resting the fleshy ball of the toy on my nipple, I cycled through the settings again, then moved to the other nipple. Back and forth, back and forth. Higher setting, then lower. Yes, yes, oh, yes.

I toyed with myself, teasing my nipples until they were painfully stiff. Goosebumps decorated my breasts with each switch of the setting. Each sway of the ball ramped up my arousal more and more.

Lowering the toy, still teasing, still tormenting, I wouldn’t let myself take it there yet. It wobbled and vibrated across my curves, and my cunt throbbed as if it knew just what was coming. It would’ve been so easy to just slide it down between my thighs, but I’d only have regretted it later on. Instead, I rolled the Rin across my torso, giggling as it tickled that spot on my hips. The squishy tip was so soft that it almost felt like real flesh, like a real dick, especially as it had warmed a little from my body heat.

And that, had given me an idea.

I let my head fall back on the pillow and closed my eyes, letting my imagination roam free and wild; aided, of course, by those damn hot moans playing through my headphones. The toy almost felt like a real dick as I gently slid it over my clit, dipping down to my cunt every now and then, using my own arousal as lubricant. I copied what past lovers had done, gently slapping the squishy ball on and around my clit, each slap forcing a loud gasp out of my mouth.

The moans in my ears, my closed eyes, the toy – it was all so close to being real. So, so close. I was also so, so close to coming… already. Then again, wasn’t that the whole point of toying with myself instead of diving right in? I’d always been the impatient type. Edging was both my favourite and least favourite thing on the sexual menu.

I switched from slapping the Iroha Rin around my clit to gently swiping over it. Left to right. Right to left. Up, down, then back again. All the while, I fantasised about it being a real dick, attached to a real man, the sounds of male masturbation providing the perfect soundtrack.

I’d wound myself up so much that I’d been on the verge of climaxing since I first swiped the squishy ball over my clit. I thought about holding out for a little longer, but I was far too greedy for that. Once was never enough; Two, Maybe Three Times was much better.

So, I kept swiping, gently, as slowly as my impatient hands could manage, until the first ebbs of my orgasm started to crash in. What an orgasm it was, too: intense, seemingly never-ending, and making my whole body shudder and tingle from tip to toe. In other words, a really good one.

The Iroha Rin had officially become my new favourite toy.

(And, apparently, we weren’t quite done yet…)