“We got the first samples in today,” I explain, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. Your knees are tucked to your chest, arms wrapped around them in a protective hold. I guess you could say we’re both a little antsy to check out this new product. “From what I’ve seen, the design looks great.”

I place two plain white boxes on the bed between us, the packaging not giving anything away since it’s just the first round of samples. You sit up a bit straighter at the sight.

Feeling your gaze on my hands, I slowly open both boxes, revealing the products to us. The maroon finish of them stands out against the white background, but the shape of the toy is what really catches the attention. With a bulbous end on one side, colored a bubblegum pink, and a thick wand on the other, I swear I can hear your breath catch. It has nothing to do with the craftsmanship.

The next box holds a color matching bottle, the contents of which I’ve secretly slaved over testing to make it just right. Bubbles of nerves and excitement wash over me at the reality of the moment. Of finally sharing this with you, the one person whose opinion I value the most out of everyone else. Of using this with you.

You’ve always been my favorite test subject for my brand ‘Pleasing’. From having 10 different colored nails to find the perfect shade for our new nail polish collection, to you testing the fit of each and every one of our sample clothing pieces; you were always eager to help. And your generosity isn’t ending here.

I carefully pick up the toy from the box, feeling the weight of it in my hands for the first time. The silicone is soft and slick in my hands, and I can’t lie and say that my jeans don’t tighten a bit. My thumb presses down on the power button, feeling it whiz to life. “It has seven different speeds.” Your eyes are glued to the wand as I show it off, hearing the vibrations get louder and rougher as I go. “Made for external and internal use…” my voice drops, a huskier tone, as I run through the basic script.

“Let me see your hand…” I hold out my own to grasp yours, which you place in mine willingly. I press the rounded tip of it against your hand, letting you feel the intensity of it yourself. Your breath hitches, your leg’s straighten out in front of you, and your eyes glass over. I can’t tell who’s more excited, me or you. “Lay back, baby,” I almost groan. “Let’s see how good this thing really works.”

After setting the wand aside, a few rushed moments of stolen kisses, gasping breaths, and shed clothing, you lay sprawled out in front of me. Your chest heaves in tandem with mine, our eyes both locked on the object in my hand. It glistens in the lamp lighting of the room from the contents of the other product that we’re testing. You’ve already felt it between your fingertips, mewling at the slickness.

With a simple press of my thumb, the motor whirs and both of our breaths catch. I meet your eyes in anticipation, and yours meet mine in lust. Knees inching apart, I find my spot in between. “Ready, baby?”