Page 9 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Oh sweet Jesus,” I said as my hands started to grip my bed sheets.
The bullet not only vibrated continuously, but it pulsed in different patterns. My vagina was starting to memorize and tense with each shock from the bullet to the point that I started to feel uncomfortable.
Wanting to go back to my mini thrusts, I went to grab the bullet, but couldn’t get a grip on it.
“Oh my God! It’s . . . it’s stuck!”
Panic ensued me as I went to grab it again, this time, trying to push it out using my vaginal muscles. But there was a threat of pushing something else out so I stopped immediately and looked around my room for something to help me.
I grabbed the ruler on my desk and eyed the sharp edges. No, I wasn’t ready to gauge the damn thing out. That’s not going to work.
Spinning in place, I scanned my room for any sort of object to assist in my extraction, but nothing I felt comfortable using came to mind.
Maybe there were forceps in the gift bag or instructions, so I reached down to check . . . just as a pulse ran up my spine from the bullet.
“Mother of pearl,” I screeched as I fell to the floor, scrambling around for the bag. I tipped it upside down but nothing came out. “Damn it,” I swore as another pulse shook my entire uterus. “Oh that’s . . . that’s a unique,” I swallowed hard, “sensation.”
Sweat continued to coat my skin as I began to consider the consequences of having a vibrator stuck in my vagina.This could not be happening. I was not about to go to the doctor to have him pull a vibrator out of me, so I stood up, lifted my shirt up—so I could look at what I was doing—and spread my legs like a sumo wrestler.
“Come on, you little bitch.” I jumped up and down in my squatted position, trying to spread my legs as much as possible, wishing my vagina would stop contracting so the vibrator would slip out.
“Please come out,” I begged as I jumped harder.Come on. Come on.
More sweat trickled down my back while pulse after pleasurable pulse ran through me. I had such mixed feelings, a combination of fear and enjoyment slicing through me all at once.
But fear won out.
There was no way I was going to have this thing stuck in me for life, and there was no way I was going to the doctor to have it removed either, so I buckled down, squatted the best I could and geared up for one hell of a jump.
Three . . . Two . . .
The door swung open and Delaney came barreling in, eyes crazed, fists formed in front of her, ready to take on a fight.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked as she stopped in the doorway and looked at me with shock.
I stood in the middle of my room, my shirt up around my waist and my naked torso shown for all to see. I was about to yell at her to get out of my room when the bullet that was once lodged in my vagina, clunked to the floor and rolled toward Delaney, thanks to the old, uneven floor only a New York City apartment could offer.
We stood in silence as Delaney stopped the bullet with her shoe and then looked back up at me.
Her lips twitched as she studied the scene unfolding in front of her. “Was that stuck in your vagina?”
I quickly put my shirt down and smoothed it out so I was properly covered.
“It’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking.”
“Excuse me for wondering what kind of elephant stampede you had going on in here. If only I knew you were trying to remove a vibrator from your vagina, I would have given you more privacy.”
Heated embarrassment caressed my face, turning it completely red.
“It’s Henry’s fault,” I said. “He didn’t give me one long enough.”
“What are you talking about?” Delaney asked as she grabbed a tissue off my dresser and picked up the vibrator. “He gave you a bullet.”
“Because I’m a virgin, I know,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“What? No. Do you know what a bullet vibrator is, Rosie?”
I was about to answer when I closed my mouth and thought about it for a second. I actually didn’t know what it was. I just guessed.
