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Sex Toy Tales, 1998

A JEWEL OF A WOMAN

You ever wonder what women think about when they're grabbing the goatee? I bet you hope they think about you -- about the smell of you, or the taste of your slightly salty come, or how much they want a nice, thick cock slamming into them right about now...well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think about men when I'm jilling off. Maybe other women do -- I don't know, so you can still keep hoping -- but I'm a little strange. You know what I think about?

Jewels. That's right. When I'm fluffin' the 'muff'in, buffing the beaver, airing the orchid -- you know exactly what I mean -- I'm thinking about rubies. Rubies and diamonds. Rubies and diamonds and emeralds and sapphires and I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Here, let me get more comfortable -- undo this silly bra and spread my legs so I have lots of room to work with -- ah, that's better.

So as I was saying, I don't know what other girls do when they're dousing the digits, but me, I get myself off with gemstones walking through my mind. Before I even start, I open up my jewel case and adorn myself with some pretty or other -- not that I can afford real jewels, but at least I can pretend. Sometimes I wrap imitation pearls around my waist, or put a string of bangles on my naked arm. I've thought about getting my nipples pierced, so I can hang earrings from them -- don't you think that'd look cute? And at Christmas, I could hang little ornaments there.

I once tried that trick you read about, where you stuff a bunch of pearls deep into your pussy and then pull the strand out slowly, one by one. It drove Mike (my ex) crazy at the time, and it felt so good, so fucking good as those pearls came out, grinding against my clit one by one, but it totally ruined those imitation pearls. I need real ones, baby...real strands of pearls. And topazes and opals, and amethysts, and garnets -- I'm not picky -- I'll even take semi-precious if it's the best I can get.

Mmm....just thinking about it makes me want to fuck. And since you're not here, well, I'll have to do the best I can myself. Let my fingers do the walking, from my hard nipples down to pet the pussy, oh yeah. Uh huh. Just a little tickle here, then a little jab there...pull those labia apart so I can really get to strumming the clitar, oh yes. I left my vibrator at the office -- silly me -- but hey, I've had years of getting off without it. Just takes a bit more work. Just think of diamonds, girl, diamonds in your hair and ears and around my smooth white neck -- a diamond in my belly button and another in my pubic hair. They say that back in olden times, ladies used to grow their pubic hair extra long so they could tie ribbons in it. Wouldn't mine look cute with a couple diamonds attached?

Maybe I'd just stuff a handful up my pussy -- though rubies would be better for that. Oh, yeah. Nice, big, goose-egg rubies, cold and hard at first and then warming up inside me. I could walk to work like that, and all those rubies would be jangling around in my pussy, and strange men would look at me in the street, wondering where that strange knocking noise was coming from. And I would smile... 'Diamond in the soles of her shoes'? She ain't got nothing on me, baby.

God, I'm soaking now, at the thought of all those rubies inside me. I wish I did have something inside me, something big and hard. Rubies would be best, but I wouldn't complain at a cock right now, no I wouldn't. My fingers are getting wrinkled, and it would be nice to have someone else take over thumbing the button, waxing the saddle. You could buy me jewels -- the kind of jewels I can't afford with my $7.75 an hour as an Arthur Anderson file clerk.

How 'bout that for a deal, huh? Buy me rubies and pearls, black onyxes and opals -- hell, I'll wear an opal in my ass; I'll deck myself out in jewels from head to toe, like those exotic harem girls over in Arabia. And you can lick me from head to toe, lick right around and over and under all those pretties, and take 'em off one by one to leave a clear path for you to fuck me, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah -- wrap your fingers in my hair and pull me down to the bed naked and wet beneath you -- just leave me my pearls, my string of pearls wrapped twice around my waist and I will fuck you like you've never been fucked before, oh boy, oh God, yes -- I will fuck you until you scream.

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M.A. Mohanraj
May 2, 1997
(with thanks to Jordan Shelbourne)

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