both spent, Max fell asleep within seconds, in a damp patch.
Absentmindedly, Jess caressed the hair on his chest as she listened to him snore. That had been fantastic. In fact, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to share it with the nation. Katy had been right; pretending to be someone else had freed something in her. It had made her wilder, braver. Acting as if they didn’t know each other had been difficult at first but by the end it had seemed natural enough.
The sex had been more electric, more intense, more … everything.
She wanted to do it again. She wanted to role-play again. Scenarios were popping into her head as she drifted off to sleep. He could be a plumber and her bath needed fixing … she could be the headmistress and he the lazy teacher … they could both work on a barge …
* * *
The next morning, Max was up before Jess again. She had eventually snapped out of her role-play fantasies and crawled out of bed to write her blog piece. She thought it was pretty good but was waiting to hear Leyla’s opinion. She wanted women like her to get excited by what she was doing and want to do it themselves. She had visions of making sex better for some of the readers. And Katy was right, role-play was perfect for anyone who worried that they might be too vanilla, because you didn’t need to be acrobatic or athletic, you didn’t need specialist equipment, all you needed was imagination. And she’d found out that she had plenty of that.
Max kissed her before he left. ‘Text me what we’re doing today,’ he whispered as he left. Jess murmured her agreement and went back to sleep.
When she eventually woke, she was groggy and a little sore; she’d had a lot of sex in the last few days and usually had at least one rest day in between. She consulted the list. How could she decide what was next? There were fourteen items – just two weeks to go from vanilla to what? Dirty sex? Fetish sex? Weird sex? What had she let herself in for?
She supposed she should make her way down the list. It seemed to progress from tame to wild. She wasn’t even sure that they would get that far. So she grabbed hold of her phone and texted Max. Number two was sex toys. It was something they’d done before, but maybe a trip to Forbidden Pleasures was necessary. After all, one vibrating cock ring probably wasn’t going to cut it.
Jess arranged to meet her sex-toy expert, Sian, in Forbidden Pleasures, the more woman-friendly of the two local sex shops, at two o’clock.
She waited near the shop and sent a text to Sian, then leaned against the wall to watch the people who were visiting the shop. Many of them were young women but she was also surprised by how many couples went in. She’d supposed that sex shops were frequented by dirty old moustachioed men in beige flasher macs. That wasn’t the case here.
She thought: at the checkout, wouldn’t everyone know what you were into and what you got up to in the bedroom? When she was at the supermarket checkout, she often worried about what the people in the queue behind her thought of her choices. Were they questioning her lack of fresh fruit and veg? Were they wondering if she planned to eat the family-sized bar of chocolate on her own? And she hated buying tampons; hated everyone knowing that the reason she looked like she wanted to ram a trolley into their shins was because it was her time of the month. But how did that even compare with revealing purchases at the checkout in Forbidden Pleasures? That one bought butt plugs … there’s a double ended dildo …
Had she known about this assignment sooner she could have shopped online instead. There was a lot to be said for the anonymity of internet shopping.
A text chimed: Sian was outside the shop.
Compared to Katy she looked pretty normal: thirty-ish, wearing jeans and a flowery smock top, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She didn’t look like a sex expert to Jess. But then, what was a sex expert supposed to look like?
‘Sian?’
The woman jumped and then smiled and dropped her phone in her bag. ‘Jess?’
They shook hands.
‘Shall we?’ Jess asked, nodding her head towards the doorway. ‘Do you come here a lot?’
‘I think I’m their best customer,’ Sian said with a laugh, and then, almost as if to prove it, one of the shopgirls nodded and waved at her.
Jess laughed. ‘No exaggeration then?’
‘Not at all. I love this shop. I spend a fortune here. It just helps spice things up. Sex with the same man for fifteen years can get boring.’
‘Fifteen years? Wow, are you married?’
Sian nodded. ‘Yeah, been together since we were fifteen. Got married when we were twenty. Three kids. Both got jobs. Sex sometimes feels like the last thing we want to do.’ She shrugged. ‘Sex toys help. Are you married?’
Shaking her head, Jess followed Sian to the back of the shop. ‘Not yet.’
Not yet. Was that right? She’d not had that conversation with Max. Not specifically. They talked about a future together for sure. They had already booked next summer’s holiday, but marriage?
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