Each time she closed her eyes, visions of a tall, dark, muscular man filled her mind. She clenched the medallion firmly and felt the walls of her cunt parting, slowly stretching with a pressure like that of a man entering her. An incredibly large man.
If they sold these things on eBay they’d make billions.
As if invisibly blended, her body became tuned to the heat rising from the medallion which began vibrating in her hands.
“You okay, Sara?” Missy stared at her friend whose jaw shivered and who had a look of fright and excitement spreading across her face. Her eyes were tightly closed and perspiration was beginning to bead across her forehead.
Sara’s arms jerked and she gasped for air. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Missy and Ann as if she was about to scream.
Missy noticed how she was holding the medallion in both hands and rolling her thumbs across the top ring. She reached to take the medallion from her friend.
“Fuck you! Don’t touch it, oh my God…mmm.” Sara closed her eyes and squeezed hard on the golden disc. Her thumbs stroked both sides of the ring and she whimpered.
With a last gasp, she threw her head back and dropped the medallion on the table. Her body shook and she reached out to stop herself from falling. The frightened friends tried to grab her as she collapsed in a heap.
“Oh shit! Sara…are you okay?” Missy and Ann stood over her.
A smile spread across her face and Sara began to laugh. “WOW, just WOW. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a looooong time. Too fucking long.”
Ann looked at Missy and mouthed the word “Orgasm?”
“Oh shit, Allie is coming back. Put the medallion in my purse. We’ll talk about it later.” Missy grabbed the chain.
“Do I hafta? I was hoping I could take it home and cuddle with it. Like for a month or so.” Sara started to laugh even though her legs were weak and a stream of juice was still flowing from inside her. “Chalk up a pair of panties to our bill.”
Allie stood glaring at her friends. “What the hell happened to Sara? Are you drunk?”
“Nope, better then drunk. Damn, I’m gonna go home and fuck Hank tonight.” Sara straightened herself up. “I don’t care if NASCAR RECAP is on or not. This little motor just got a tune-up.” She pointed to her groin and started laughing.
* * * * *
Allie pulled up to her apartment and went inside with relief. Her home was a lavish display of expensive items—from fine art to ancient sculptures. It had everything she liked in it, except someone to share it.
She was lonely, scared and a mess of fractured emotions on the inside. Outside she made herself appear a strong, dominant, powerful woman. The comments from the girls, that she was an “Ice Princess”, burned her ego. But in some ways, she knew she was, in fact, what they accused her of being.
She’d never experienced the release of a purely physical exchange between herself and a man. A one-night stand where the ties weren’t there. Just basic primal desires twisted together for an exchange of extreme pleasure.
She basically hadn’t fucked the shit out of some guy since her days in college, since to her, it would interfere with her structured life. Yet, she couldn’t help a touch of jealousy at Missy’s blissful tale of this dream lover she had. Even if it wasn’t real, Allie longed for that volcanic rush of pent up desire.
But it was just a fantasy.
Allie rustled through her purse to get her keys and found the golden medallion that she’d seen Sara holding earlier in the evening. She must have accidentally put it into the wrong purse.
“Oh great, ‘BLING, BLING’. Another trinket of Missy’s I have to take back to her.” She tossed it back into her purse and found her keys at the bottom, next to the lipstick and about fifty bucks in change. How she collected that many nickels, dimes and quarters was a mystery.
She walked up the staircase to the second floor entrance. Pausing for a moment, she had an eerie feeling that someone was watching her. Looking to either side, she saw nobody. Must be my imagination.
Unlatching the door, she went inside and breathed a sigh of relief to be home. Within seconds, she’d kicked off her shoes, grabbed her mail and tossed her purse onto the dining table. She didn’t care that the contents of her purse spilled out a little.
A good stiff drink sounded just right, and out of habit, she poured a tall glass of bourbon over some ice as she flung junk mail after junk mail onto the floor.
“Like I need a free sample of douche. Or to refinance my already paid-off house. Fuckin’ stupid salesmen.” With a sigh she plopped onto her couch and laid her head back, finally relaxing into her evening’s routine.
A shimmer caught her eye. The reflection of something on the table shone a flash of light her way. Setting her drink down on a glass coaster, she mumbled to herself as she got off the couch and went to check it out. Scattered across the tabletop, amongst the contents of her purse, was the medallion.
“What is so special about this thing?” She picked it up. “It’s a heavy golden medal. Nothing extravagant. Looks like something I could pick up in a pawnshop.” A smile widened across Allie’s face. “Now I’m talking to myself again.”
Her eyes were drawn to the deep grooves and she noticed how the light didn’t really shine on it as much as radiate from within the gold itself. Fascinated, her fingers began to glide across the metal. Warmth crept between her legs and her heart began to pound faster. A vision of a tall muscular hunk appeared in her head. Her eyelids became heavy, letting the man’s face appear more clearl