My godfather opened a savings account for me on the day of my baptism and deposited $30 every month. "For when you need it." 21 years. $7,560. In February I went to the bank to withdraw it for a car down payment. The girl at the counter looked at the screen, fell silent, and asked me: "Do you know there's only $418 here?"...
My dad walked in on me while I had a di!do inside me
So, after my bday , I took the money I got and my friends and I went to the mall. We didn't really have plans, so we did a little shopping and then when they went to talk to some guys at Journey's, I broke off and walked into Spencer's. I was looking at the memey stuff they had and I made my way to the back. If you know, you know what's in the back of Spencers. I was looking around and I found this really nice pulsating dildo, so I looked at the price and it wasn't TOO expensive. So I grabbed the box and walked to the front and I bought it. The nice girl at the desk asked me if I wanted a bag, but I told her I'd just put it in one of the other bags I had. As I was leaving she said to me in a flirty tone, "Have fun."
I blushed at the thought that she knew what I was going to do with it. I met up with my friends and after like another hour at the mall, we all left and they dropped me off at home. When I got home, I said hi to my mom and dad before I went upstairs to my room. I took out all my clothes from the bags and laid them out on my bed. When I took out my toy, I hid it in the bottom shelf of my nightstand. Then I took a shower and then I started trying on all my new clothes. Believe me when I say this, I look fucking good in all of them. <3
So, when I was done trying them all on at home and taking pictures, I put them away to be washed the next morning. I got in bed and then I remembered the toy I bought. I reached down and grabbed it out of the bottom drawer and then I opened it up and took it out of it's box. I put the box back in the drawer and I started to read the instructions. It's a pulsating dildo, it said it was 6 inches, and the thickness was about 2 inches. I decided to just play with it, pressing the tip against my pussy while I read some stories on AO3.
The story I was reading was really hot and kind of reminded me of my own story. About a girl and her coach, how he manipulated her, used her, and made her his personal cum dumpster. I'm not ashamed to say I've had this fantasy too. If you were to reach between my legs while I read that story, your fingers would be soaked. As I read the story, I started to push the dildo firmly against my pussy till I could feel the tip started to press inside me. Eventually, I put my phone down and I just started to ease the toy inside me little by little.
After a few minutes I was able to get a few inches inside me and I was grabbing my bed sheets, biting my lip, and my legs were squirming. Then I decided to try the "pulsating" mode and when I turned it on and it started to move inside me. I let out the loudest moan I've ever let out before. I quickly covered my mouth and I could feel my face burning. That's what I heard a knock on my door and before I could answer, the door was opening. The best I could so was close my legs, but that didn't really help. It just made my pussy tighten around the toy even more and I was about to lose it there.
My dad poked his head in and looked at me. I wanted to die from the embarrassment. "Hey baby. Are you okay? I thought I heard you as I was walking to my room?" he asked me, looking at me with a worried look on his face.
My mind was racing, my face was burning, and my pussy was getting stirred up by my new toy. "Uh. Yeah dad. I dropped my phone on my face." I said to him trying to play it off. He looked at me and then he walked into my room. He closed the door behind him and he walked over to my bed and sat down. God, just that movement of the bed when he sat down moved the toy in a new position. I tried my best to hold back a moan, but a quiet one came out.
He looked at me and he leaned towards me, looking at my face closely. "Baby. You're bright red. Let me feel your forehead." he said as he reached his hand out and pressed it against my head. "Wow baby you're warm! I think you might have caught a cold. How are you feeling?" he said to me, the concern growing on his face.
Yesterday, my husband told me he needed more attention.
I smiled and asked, "What kind of attention, baby?"
He said, "I want you to compliment me, kiss me, and make me feel special."
So I looked him straight in the eyes and said:
"You're handsome, hardworking, and the best husband ever."
He smiled proudly.
Then I added:
"That's exactly what I told your mother when she asked why I married you."
His smile disappeared.
"Why would you tell my mother that?"
I shrugged.
"Because she still thinks I'm with you for your money."
My Husband Told Our Son I Was "On Something." My Heart Was Beating 148 Times a Minute.
I walked into my son's science fair with sweat running down my back in an air-conditioned gym, and by the time I left, half the parents there had decided what was wrong with me.
Elias is eight. He'd spent three weeks building a model volcano, and he'd begged me to come early and help set up. I hadn't slept properly in months. I'd lost thirty pounds since spring without trying, and everyone kept telling me I looked amazing. I didn't feel amazing. I felt like a phone left charging at 200 percent. My hands shook so badly I'd started drinking from straws. My heart pounded in my ears even when I was sitting still.
At the fair, I knocked over a tray of paper cups. When Elias said, "Mom, careful," I snapped at him. "I AM being careful!" It came out loud. The whole row turned around. His face went red. I tried to laugh it off, but I couldn't stop talking and I couldn't stop moving. When his teacher, Ms. Ferrante, asked if I was feeling all right, I said "I'm fine" in a voice that cracked down the middle.
People kept looking at my eyes. They'd been looking wider lately, a little bulgy, like I was permanently startled. I'd told myself it was my new haircut.
That night, my husband Gideon was waiting at the kitchen table. My tote bag was emptied out in front of him. Beside it sat a small brown bottle.
"What is this?"
"Kelp capsules. For my hair. It's been thinning."
"The label says 'metabolism support.'" He turned it so I could read it. "Thirty pounds, Nadia. You can't sit still. You don't sleep. Your eyes look..." He stopped. "Brynn says it's classic. She's a nurse. She's seen it a hundred times."
"Seen what?"
"Stimulants. Speed. Whatever it is."
I laughed, a high, strange sound. "I haven't taken anything but vitamins."
"Then why is your heart racing?" He held up my smartwatch. The screen showed an alert: Resting heart rate 148. "That's not a person who's fine."
"That's why I made a doctor's appointment!"
"For Thursday. After you screamed at our son in front of his teacher."
"Gideon, please."
"I need you to be honest with me. If you're using something, we can get you help. I swear I won't be angry."
He said it kindly. That was the part that made me want to scream.
"I'm not using anything."
"Okay," he said, in the voice that meant it wasn't.
I turned to get water, and that's when I saw Elias in the doorway in his dinosaur pajamas. He'd come down for the paper lava tube he'd left on the counter.
"Mom," he said. "Are you on drugs?"
Nobody spoke.
"Jaden's mom said you looked like the people in the assembly." His voice was very small. "They told us people who use drugs have to go away to a place, and their kids have to live with their grandparents. Do I have to go to Grandma's?"
"No, baby. No."
"Dad said stimulants." He looked at his father. "Dad? Is Mom going away?"
Gideon stared at the floor. I counted three seconds.
Elias picked up the lava tube, held it for a moment, and set it back down very carefully. Then he went upstairs. I heard his door close, then the scrape of his dresser being dragged across the floor.
Gideon's mother Odessa was in my kitchen by nine the next morning, with his sister Brynn, who'd brought a folder of printed articles with sentences highlighted in yellow.
"We're not here to judge," Odessa said, taking my hands. "Addiction doesn't make you a bad person."
"I don't have an addiction."
"Everyone in your position says that," Brynn said. "I work in a hospital, Nadia. Weight loss, tremor, rapid pulse, agitation. It's a textbook picture."
"Then why won't any of you wait for my appointment?"
"Because you've been hiding it for months," Odessa said softly.
Elias was sitting on the stairs with his knees pulled up. Nobody sent him away. Brynn said, "Sweetheart, sometimes grown-ups need help to get better," and he whispered, "Is Mom going to rehab?"
UPDATE: I finally told my wife how much her little corrections were affecting me. What happened next made me feel even more guilty.
A few weeks ago, I posted about feeling like I couldn’t be myself around my wife because of her sensitivities.
The chewing, my football celebrations, my shirt riding up, and even wanting time alone.
We finally had a serious conversation about it.
It started after she mentioned my chewing again.
Me: “I thought we’d already sorted this out.”
Wife: “Why? Is it still bothering you?”
Me: “Honestly, I thought I was doing everything you asked.”
I tried not to argue, but she could tell something was wrong.
The next day, she asked me what was really going on.
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