It was the most elegant looking toy I've ever seen. Jewels studded the base. When I turned it on, it produced a baritone rumble that deepened when it ...ntered the murky cavern of my vagina. I feel totally uninhibited as autoeroticism should be. I didn't need any lube. My pussy was naturally wet and ready for anything. I slowly worked the toy in and out of my wet slit. I moaned softly as the vibrations became deeper and deeper. "Mmmm" I purred. The feeling was divine. There was no one around, not. I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door to the corridor. Tracey was there, as naked as I was, full of life and ready to go and shower.When she saw my butt she first asked me if it hurt, then told me that there were some red lines that had turned into bruises.“They look like they will last a couple of days.” Tracey said.“Forget those, they don’t hurt, I’ll tell you all about my day later.”There was only 1 boy in the boy’s showers on the first floor and he was having a pee. When he saw us. It was after seeing them that I decided that I wanted to try something similar. Unfortunately none of the models from college were interested. It was the end of the spring term by then so I went home for Easter. Over the break I told my elder sister Amy about my problem. She liked Wallis's photos as much as I did and told me she would ask her friends if they were interested. She went out on a girl's night out that night so I was hopeful that she would talk some one into posing. I waited up. Pain-killers. It had my name – or my first name with Scott’s last name, rather – Amelia Melik. The date on the bottle was from three years earlier. My hands trembled as I held it. I felt a strong urge to open it and swallow a few pills. The craving! It had found its object and was in high gear. My heart raced and my breathing quickened. I wanted it. My hands started shaking so much that the pills in the bottle were rattling. I twisted open the lid and looked inside. There were maybe a dozen.