I had plans for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday the 14th.
Friday
I walked into a novelty shop and a cute little clerk dressed as a French maid approached me.
She said, “Welcome to Vanity’s Chest. Are you looking for anything special today?”
With a devilish smile, I said, “Yes, actually I am. I want to recreate my man.”
She was puzzled.
I explained. “I want to replicate my man’s penis.”
“Oh!” she snapped, “So you want a vibrator. Follow me. We have an amazing selection.”
I followed her to shelves holding big ones and small ones and colorful ones. She picked up a big blue one that had rings of pearls and a hummingbird attached. She pushed a button and it lit up. The pearls started rotating and the hummingbird’s little beak jittered at the speed of light.
I looked at it, and then back at her, “Wow… Interesting. But… my man doesn’t vibrate nor does he have a little hummingbird beak attached to him.”
She stood it back onto the shelf and said, “Perhaps you would like a dildo instead?”
- I smiled and she led the way. On an adjacent wall there were more big ones, small ones, colorful ones, and even glass ones. Covered with a roadmap of veins and harry testicles, some of them were very realistic.
I looked at them then back at her and asked, “Do you carry silicone molding kits?”
“Oh… No. We sure don’t, but a crafts store may.”
I thanked her and headed for Michael’s Arts and Crafts.
When I walked in, I asked the clerk for their molding kits and she pointed me to aisle 7. I grabbed one, paid for it, and hurried out the door.
Later that evening, I took Victor into our master bath to indulge in some foreplay that included fun with my new silicone molding kit.
He looked at the concoction sitting on the sink and chuckled, “What are you up to now?”
I whispered in his ear, “You’ll see.”
He smirked. I did too.
I sat him on the edge of our huge marble tub, pushed his muscular thighs apart, and knelt between them.
I pulled out his thick penis and said, “Hello… there… Bishop.” then gave it a wet kiss.
I teased Bishop’s head with the tip of my tongue and both of my thumbs. And in no time, I had the perfect erect model in the palms of my hands.
Like a master sculptor, I covered Mr. B. with the warm molding mix, and then straddled one of Victor’s thighs with my pantiless wetness.
Nibbling and licking his hard chest, strong neck, and soft lips kept him hard and excited while my masterpiece was being complete.
After a couple of minutes, I eased Bishop out of the mold and into my juicy peach.
With my legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders, and fingers in his hair; he stood to his feet and the praises began.
From the tub to our bed, Victor held me in his arms as we rolled into ecstasy.
Saturday
Victor showered and shaved then kissed me passionately before he left for golfing. While he was gone I finished my sculpture. I poured the liquid silicone into the molding and within a few hours it was complete.
It was beautiful.
It was sexy.
It was big.
It was the only thing that could get me off.
It was him.
I decided to take the silicone Bishop for a test drive.
I stood in the bathroom, put one foot on the counter, and watched in the mirror as I pushed and made it disappear deep into my peach. I watched the melting expression on my face, as my head slowly went back, as my eyelids slid to half moon, and I started to hear the sound that he loves.
The one that he owned but had to leave at home. The live sound of my moans.
I pulled Bishop out of me, got my laptop and iPod, and went back to bed. I adjusted the picture of Victor that sat on my night stand so that it faced me, popped in my ear buds, and then turned on a sexy song; 70’s Love Groove by Janet, the instrumental version.
With the volume on high, Victor’s scent perfuming our sheets, and a clone of his manhood in my hand; I logged onto my laptop and hit record.
Sexy music filled my ears and my legs slowly relaxed apart. The smooth head of his clone opening me up, its thickness pouring into me, and filling me up. I fell into a trance.
I moved it with Victor’s rhythm. The way he had eased inside and stayed shallow. Moved it in and out, teasing my g-spot. The way he slides deep inside of me and then pauses. The same way he pulled all the way out and swiped up… and down…. and made slippery… circles… around my clit. It felt so real. Nothing like pretend. Victor was with me, riding inside of me, and I was enjoying every inch of him.
My moans were filling the air and being recorded with my laptop microphone. I was capturing an MP3 of what he loves; the breathy sounds of me moaning his name while enjoying a voluptuous orgasm…
Sunday, February 14th, Valentines Day.
Victor had been out during the early part of the day preparing for our evening of valentine fun. He had planned a romantic night of finger foods and champagne overlooking the Pacific Ocean from the balcony of a secluded resort.
We enjoyed strawberries, mangos, and pineapple wedges. There were chocolates on the table for me and raw oysters for him. He was shirtless and bare foot, wearing loose fitting ivory pants with a drawstring, the kind that allowed Bishop to put on a show. I wore an ivory maxi dress, no bra, bare feet, and a sapphire g-string.
As the sun was setting, he looked at me, with eyes that told me that I was the most wonderful woman that he has ever known.
He said, “So, how do you like your chocolates?”
“Smooth… creamy… Like you. I love them.”
He blushed, “I love you too baby.”
I popped out of my chair and said, “I have something for you!”
With a smile that could launch a thousand ships, he said, “Oh yeah?”
“Yes I do… and guess what.”
“Don’t make me.”
“I made it myself.”
“Did you really? Baby that’s so sweet.”
I was excited. “Now you sit there and I will be right back.”
I went to my purse, took out a flat red box with a big black bow, and gave it to him.
Still smiling from ear to ear, showing all of his pearly whites. He said, “Thanks baby…”as he stood up and gave me a sweet kiss.
“What is it?”
“Just open it.”
He untied the black bow and took the lid off of the box.
He said curiously, “You wrapped my old iPod Touch?”
I giggled, put the ear buds in his ears, moved the touch pad to songs, and then tapped the track titled Juicy Valentine. As my sexy mp3 started to play, he turned his eyes toward me, licked and bit his bottom lip, and then…
