“Remind me to thank her later. I think we can make good use of these.” His wheels were obviously turning, and I wondered what he meant.

Things were happening quickly between us, and I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. I excused myself to the bathroom and sat down on the cool tile as soon as I closed the door, separating me from Sam. Being with him was all-consuming for me. I couldn’t think clearly when he was near.

I stood up to splash some frigid water on my face. When I looked at my reflection, I saw that I was flushed. My cheeks were glowing pink, like a woman who had just had her brains screwed out in her kitchen. I grinned at that pink-cheeked stranger, realizing that I indeed just had screwed my brains out. No wonder I couldn’t put together a coherent thought.

I stayed there for a bit, just enjoying the moment. After a while, I began to wonder what Sam had in mind for our next round of pleasure. Did he intend to tie me up with a scarf? The idea of it both frightened and excited me. I could feel the moisture between my legs as the anticipation built for being with him again.

I took a moment to scan the reminders that were currently hanging from the mirror over my sink. There were four brightly colored notes. They said: Breathe, You’ll be a great Mom! (This Post-It was from Courtney), Just BEE happy (This one was in the shape of a bumblebee), and Enjoy the moment. My fingers itched to remove this evidence of my less than stellar self-confidence, but I forced myself to leave them. I was determined to let Sam get to know the real me – nutty notes-to-self and all.

I took a deep breath and re-read the last one. Enjoy the moment. That was exactly what I intended to do, so I opened the bathroom door and returned to Sam.

He was at my bedside table with the drawer open. “Look who I found.” He grinned at me holding up the purple, vibrating dildo that Courtney had purchased for me when we thought that I was incapable of having an orgasm. The monstrosity was vibrating and pulsing wildly in his hand.

“I’ve never used that.” I recoiled just looking at it. Something about it was unnerving.

“It’s okay,” he reassured me, obviously not believing that I hadn’t tried out the vibrator.

For some reason, I wanted him to know that I really hadn’t used it. “It’s never been used.” I was more adamant this time.

“Well, I think we can probably have a good time breaking it in, then.” He gave me a wicked grin, and I wondered what he meant. Weren’t these things for pleasuring oneself? I gave him a curious look, but he just walked over and set the toy down on my bedside table.