Bedroom Bliss : Night Six: The Art of Discovery Part 1 - Part 5
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Night Six: The Art of Discovery
Featuring the Dorcel Multi P-Joy – $144.20
Part 1: Unboxing the Unknown
The night began like a quiet exhale after a long day. No tension, no rush. Just the kind of evening that made possibilities hum in the air.
She had set the scene perfectly.
Soft jazz whispered from the Bluetooth speaker, and the low golden light of two bedside lamps bathed the room in a sensual warmth. Their wine glasses clinked in a soft toast, and the air was scented faintly with sandalwood and orange blossom.
But the real focus of the evening sat on the nightstand.
A sleek black box with a subtle shimmer. Elegant. Mysterious. Tempting.
He took a slow sip of his wine, eyes narrowed playfully at it. “So… this is what you picked out for tonight?”
She smirked from across the bed, her legs tucked beneath her, silk robe hugging her curves. “You said you wanted to try something new.”
“I also said I wanted tacos last night, and we ended up in a sex shop.”
She laughed, that husky, low giggle he loved. “And now you’re getting something way better than tacos.”
He reached for the box, fingertips dragging across the surface like he was unwrapping a spell. “Dorcel Multi P-Joy,” he read aloud. “That sounds… ominous. Like it might come with a safety manual and a safe word.”
“It does come with a manual,” she said, taking it from the lid. “But I’m happy to be your safety word.”
He opened it carefully. Inside was the device — matte black, curved with intention, a fusion of smooth lines and futuristic promise. It looked more like high-end tech than a sex toy.
He turned it over in his hand. “It’s got some weight.”
“It’s got ten vibration modes,” she said, scanning the manual. “Ergonomic grip, body-safe silicone… and it’s designed for both of us.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Both?”
“Mmhmm.” She clicked the power button, and it buzzed gently in his hand — not harsh, not aggressive. Just a low hum that seemed to reach deeper than the skin. “You go first.”
“Oh? You’re not going to demonstrate first?” he teased.
“Ladies come second tonight,” she said with a wicked grin. “For now.”
He leaned back against the pillows, legs parted, letting the wine buzz relax him just enough to push his usual reservations aside. She climbed onto the bed beside him, her eyes bright and curious.
“I want to see how it learns you,” she said
Part 2: He Lets Go
She settled beside him, folding her legs under her body as he leaned back against the headboard. Her robe shifted, teasing just a glimpse of thigh — a subtle distraction he didn’t need, but wanted.
He looked down at the toy in his hand again, then back at her.
“You’re really just gonna watch me?”
“I’m going to learn you,” she said, voice soft but unrelenting. “Now go on. Power it up.”
With a shrug and a slight grin, he clicked the power button again. The Multi P-Joy thrummed to life — smooth, confident, like a well-tuned engine. She adjusted the mode dial as he explored its shape and grip.
“Start slow,” she whispered, her voice brushing the back of his neck like a feather. “Let it seduce you.”
And he did.
He positioned it gently, feeling the first pulse ripple through his body. Not too intense — just enough to draw his attention inward. His muscles twitched reflexively, hips tilting slightly forward.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “That’s... impressive.”
She reached out and touched his thigh — not to guide him, but to anchor him. The sensation of her hand on his skin paired with the toy’s low hum created an odd but intoxicating blend of control and vulnerability.
She leaned in, her breath warm near his ear. “Level two.”
She pressed the button again.
The vibrations deepened, like a sound dropping an octave. His breath caught. A ripple ran through his core, tightening his abdomen. His fingers clenched slightly around the toy’s ergonomic handle.
“That’s it,” she said. “Let your body tell you what it likes.”
He didn’t speak — didn’t need to. His face said it all. Eyes half-lidded. Mouth slightly parted. He wasn’t performing, wasn’t putting on a show. He was experiencing, fully and unapologetically.
As she watched, her own arousal began to bloom — a subtle heat at first, then a slow throb between her legs. Watching him unravel, just from something as simple as vibration and curiosity, was unexpectedly intimate.
She clicked it up to level three.
He groaned — not loudly, but deeply. A low, gravelly sound that made her stomach flip.
“You okay?”
He opened his eyes and gave a dazed smile. “More than.”
“Do you want it higher?”
He didn’t answer. Just nodded.
Level four. Then five.
Now his hips were moving, small controlled thrusts, chasing the rhythm the toy set. His chest rose and fell with faster breaths. One hand clutched the bedsheet beside him while the other remained locked around the toy.
She moved her hand to his stomach, watching the muscles jump beneath her fingers.
His head rolled back against the headboard. He let out another moan — louder this time. Less restrained. Raw.
“Right there,” he whispered.
The sound of it — the vulnerability in it — struck her in the gut.
Level six.
He gasped, the movement of his body no longer controlled. The P-Joy had found its target and was working him into something just past coherent thought. He thrust against it now, his body guiding the toy like a dancer trusting the music.
The moan that broke from him when he came was not a finish — it was a discovery.
He rode the wave out with soft curses, his body pulsing, relaxing only after several long seconds. The toy buzzed gently in his hand, but his fingers finally loosened their grip.
He blinked like he was returning from somewhere far away.
“Well damn,” he finally said, voice hoarse and low. “That was... different.”
She smiled, proud and aroused all at once. “Good different?”
“The kind of different that makes you rethink your priorities.”
She giggled and took the toy from his hand, turning it off for a moment.
“My turn.”
He grinned, still catching his breath. “Oh, I’m ready for that show.
Part 3: Her Turn to Surrender
He was still glowing. The flushed warmth on his cheeks, the relaxed set of his jaw — she’never seen him like that. Spent, open, happy.
She stood slowly, her silk robe sliding from her shoulders with a whisper. It puddled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but skin and soft goosebumps. She held his gaze as she climbed over him, then reclined on her back beside him.
He turned on his side, resting his head in his hand, the other hand casually draped over her belly.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Getting there.”
He kissed her hipbone. “Let’s change that.”
She handed him the Multi P-Joy again. This time, his grip was confident. Experienced.
He powered it on and adjusted the dial until it hummed at a low, steady pace — level two, like she’d done for him.
She spread her legs slightly, breath already shallow in anticipation. He ran his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, warm and deliberate, avoiding her center for just long enough to make her twitch.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
He didn’t give her time to answer. The curved tip of the toy met her clit with a feather-light tease. Her breath hitched. He made a slow circle with the toy — not pressing in, just tracing the shape.
Her back arched.
“I said tell me.”
She gasped as he increased the pressure just slightly. “It’s... electric.”
He grinned and flicked the setting up to level three.
Now it pulsed — deep, rolling. Not a buzz, but a wave. Her hips shifted toward it involuntarily. Her thighs tensed.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “It’s like it knows exactly where to go.”
“Because I know where to go,” he corrected, kissing her knee. “I’ve been studying.”
He adjusted the angle slightly, and suddenly her world tilted. She cried out — not loud, but real. Her hand flew up to grip the headboard.
“There it is,” he said, voice low and reverent. “That’s your spot.”
He held it there, the vibrations consistent but cruel. Just on the edge. She was panting now, breath coming fast.
Then he lifted the toy.
Her eyes flew open. “Why—”
“Patience.”
She glared at him, flushed and fuming and wet.
He dipped his fingers between her legs, coating them in her arousal, then rubbed gentle circles on her clit while he turned the toy back on — this time higher. Level five.
“Let’s try something else,” he said.
With his hand between her thighs and the P-Joy circling her entrance, she was helpless. She spread her legs wider, offering more of herself. His fingers were slow, the toy faster. The contrast made her head spin.
Then he slid the toy inside.
It filled her gently, curving in just the right way — as if it had been made for her alone. She gasped and grabbed the pillow behind her head.
“Oh my god.”
“I know,” he said, voice dark and steady.
The vibrations inside her were different — more intimate, more intense. They radiated outward, lighting up nerves she didn’t even know existed.
He moved slowly at first, rotating his wrist, letting the toy press into every slick, tender place inside her. Her hips rose to meet him. Her moans grew louder, more frantic.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“God, yes.”
Level six.
Her orgasm hit like a dam breaking. No buildup — just sudden, searing release. Her whole body tensed, then quivered as the waves rolled through her, one after the other. She didn’t cry out — she screamed. Her thighs clamped around his hand. Her fingers tore at the sheets.
When she finally collapsed, chest heaving, legs twitching, the toy was still buzzing inside her.
He turned it off gently, sliding it out like a treasure retrieved from the deep.
She blinked up at the ceiling, dazed.
“I saw stars,” she said.
“You made constellations,” he replied, and kissed her softly.
Part 4: Discovery Together
They lay still for a while.
The hum of the toy now silent, the room filled only with their breathing — hers still quick and shallow, his deeper, slower, as though trying to anchor her spinning world.
Then she turned to him, eyes glowing.
“I don’t want it to be over yet,” she whispered.
He kissed her, slow and unhurried. “It’s not.”
She smiled and slid over him, straddling his hips with effortless grace, still naked, her body glistening with sweat and aftershock.
“I want to feel it together,” she said. “You inside me. It between us.”
His breath hitched. “Damn.”
She reached for the toy, clicked it on again, then adjusted her position, guiding him into her with a slow, fluid motion that made both of them groan.
He was still sensitive. So was she. But that only made it better — every movement sharper, more intense.
She positioned the P-Joy against her clit, then reached between their bodies and nestled it where they both could feel it. The curved body of the toy pressed between their pelvises as they began to move.
It was awkward for exactly half a second.
Then it clicked.
The vibrations passed through both of them — through the toy, into her body, into his. Every thrust amplified the sensation. The buzz became a bridge, connecting them.
He gripped her hips as she rode him, her hands flat against his chest.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “It’s like a third partner.”
She grinned through a moan. “One that never gets tired.”
Level four. Then five.
The toy pulsed in rhythm with their movements. Their bodies collided with delicious friction. The vibration hit her clit directly every time their hips met. He felt it radiate up through his shaft, into his belly.
She threw her head back and cried out, nails digging into his chest.
Her thighs trembled. Her pace faltered.
“Don’t stop,” he said, voice dark, urgent.
She didn’t. She couldn’t. The sensation had taken over. It was no longer about control or even pace — just need. Mutual, primal, inevitable.
She leaned down, their foreheads pressed together now, sweat mingling, mouths close enough to share breath.
“Come with me,” she whispered.
His hands slid to her ass, gripping hard as he thrust upward, deeper, chasing the vibration, the friction, her.
Their mouths met in a messy, gasping kiss as they came — nearly together.
Her body clenched around him in pulsing waves, forcing his release. He groaned into her mouth, hips jerking, muscles locking. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t polished. It was perfect.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and panting breath.
The toy was still buzzing softly between them. She reached down, finally turning it off.
Silence filled the room — the kind of silence that only comes after a storm.
They didn’t speak for a long time.
Part 5: The Morning After (and the Meaning of It All)
She woke up wrapped around him, her head on his chest, their legs tangled under the sheets. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting golden bars across the hardwood floor.
The Multi P-Joy still sat on the nightstand. Innocent. Like it hadn’t just blown their minds.
She propped herself up and looked at him.
His eyes opened slowly. “Still alive?”
“Barely,” she said, voice scratchy and full of amusement.
He ran a hand down her spine. “That was... kind of next-level.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she admitted. “Not just the orgasm. The connection.”
He nodded, quiet for a moment.
“Same. It’s weird, isn’t it? That a toy can bring us closer?”
“Not weird,” she said. “Just... revealing.”
“Revealing?”
She traced circles on his chest. “It forced us to slow down. Pay attention. Listen to each other’s bodies. Not just go through the motions.”
He looked at her with a soft smile. “Discovery.”
She smiled back. “Exactly.”
They kissed again, slow and tender, no urgency this time. Just warmth.
She glanced at the nightstand and grinned. “So... night seven’s going to have to bring something big.”
He laughed. “I don’t know. How do you top that?”
“We don’t top it,” she said, her voice sultry and certain. “We build on it.”