Free No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan

horizons.There didn’t seem to be many things he hadn’t tried or didn’t want to try. He was very experimental and creative, and his ability to make me blush at his suggestions for things we could do became legendary.
    I didn’t feel inadequate in our rude chats. I was more than happy holding my own in a smutty conversation and he often commented on how refreshing he found it to be able to chat so openly about sex. But I wanted to do more; I wanted to show him that he wasn’t the only one with an imagination. It took a little preparation but within a week or so I had ideas for a couple of erotic surprises, thanks to some well-thought-out internet shopping.
    As we were a pair of news nerds we increasingly found ourselves on a Saturday morning, after some early morning fun, sat on the comfy sofa in a local cafe, drinking coffee, eating pastries and swapping sections of the broadsheets.
    On one such Saturday I put my plan into action. We’d booked tickets for an early showing at the cinema, and were enjoying killing time reading out stories we found interesting and mocking each other’s choice of newspaper.
    I was incredibly nervous when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. He didn’t notice, though, too wrapped up in the cricket reports from the previous day’s test.
    When I returned a few minutes later I had a small box in my hand. It had a neat ribbon tied round it, and a little note tucked under the bow – if there was one thing playing with Adam had taught me, it was that details mattered.
    I popped the box onto his lap and smiled at him as he looked up at me, slightly confused.
    ‘What’s this?’ he asked. ‘It’s not my birthday.’
    I knew when his birthday was. He’d casually mentioned it in passing a few weeks before and I’d added it to my online calendar the following day. I wasn’t sure if it sounded a bit too keen to admit that, though, so I ignored it.
    ‘You should open it.’ I was blushing. For a change.
    Still bemused, he slipped the ribbon off and removed the lid. He lifted out a small plastic object with a couple of buttons on it; it looked not unlike a garage door opener or some such gadget. He clearly was none the wiser. I felt a surge of smugness. I’d obviously stumped him.
    It didn’t stop my voice sounding a little husky with embarrassment when I spoke, though. ‘You should read the note.’
    He unfolded the piece of paper and read the words I’d written on it in neat blue handwriting.
I think we both know you have the ability to push my buttons in all the fun ways. Now you can do so literally. You’re holding the remote control to a vibrating egg. I’m sure you can guess where it is right now. The buttons will turn the vibrations on and off and vary the speed. Do you want to play?
    His face lit up like an overexcited kid on Christmas morning and I grinned to myself, knowing that the gadget element would appeal to him.
    His whisper was part wonder, part awareness that there were folk around us who neither of us wanted to be part of our game. ‘This is brilliant. You’re brilliant. I’ve never even heard of this, much less used one.’
    He folded the note neatly into the box with the ribbon,before sliding it back into my handbag. He put the remote control in his pocket.
    It didn’t take him long to find the on switch. I’d reached for my coffee and I almost threw it over myself as I suddenly felt the vibrations deep inside me. I looked at him and he grinned.
    He left it on and gradually increased the speed. I tried to read my paper but it was impossible. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, and my hand was still shaking, which made lifting my mug a dangerous sport.
    I leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder as if reading his paper with him but the truth was I was just hanging on for dear life. There was no way I would orgasm like this in public – at least I hoped there wasn’t – but I was becoming increasingly wet and embarrassed. I cursed myself for coming up