Plug of Love (short novel)

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Plug of Love

Bianca and Elena had lived together for four years in a small, sunlit apartment in the center of Milan. Two passionate Italians, united by a love that had begun as a spark at a gathering among friends and had turned into a daily blaze. Bianca, with her blond hair cut into an elegant bob that brushed her shoulders, stood 1m67 tall with 80 kilograms of generous curves. Her heavy, full breasts drew Elena's caresses like a magnet, while her wide, round, firm buttocks were her partner's favorite playground. Elena, a brunette with long hair cascading down to the middle of her back, was taller and more slender. Her athletic body contrasted with Bianca's voluptuous curves, creating between them a perfect alchemy, a balance of strength and tenderness.

That evening, for Bianca's thirty-fourth birthday, Elena had prepared everything with almost ritual care. The apartment was bathed in dim light. Dozens of vanilla and sandalwood-scented candles illuminated the living room and bedroom. A coffee table had been set for an intimate dinner: grilled vegetable antipasti, fresh truffle pasta, Tuscan red wine, and a small red fruit tart for dessert. Elena wore a flowing black dress that accentuated her lanky silhouette, her hair loose and falling freely. She was waiting for Bianca to return from her afternoon at her sister's.

When the door opened, Bianca appeared, tired but smiling. Her round cheeks immediately flushed as she discovered the setup.

"Elena… amore mio, what have you done?" she murmured, dropping her bag.

Elena approached, took her in her arms, and kissed her at length, their tongues seeking each other with that loving familiarity that never faded. "Happy birthday, my beauty. Tonight, it's just you and me. No phone, no outside world. Just us."

Dinner was a moment of tenderness. They fed each other, laughed at anecdotes from the day, their bare feet tangling under the table. Bianca could already feel desire rising, that familiar warmth that grew in her belly whenever Elena looked at her with those dark, intense eyes. After dessert, Elena stood and extended her hand.

"Come. I still have a surprise for you."

In the bedroom, the bed was covered with a soft towel, and massage oils were arranged on the nightstand. Elena slowly slid Bianca's dress off, revealing her generous body. Her heavy breasts were freed, her nipples already hardened by excitement. Elena kissed every curve, moving down to her soft belly, then had her lie on her stomach.

The massage began gently. Elena's warm, jasmine-scented, oiled hands glided over Bianca's shoulders, down along her spine. She kneaded her wide buttocks with reverence, slightly parting the fleshy globes to let the oil flow into the cleft. Bianca moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow.

"You are so beautiful… Your ass drives me crazy, you know that?" Elena murmured as she pressed harder, her thumbs tracing circles around the anus without yet touching it directly.

Bianca instinctively arched her back, offering her body. After a good twenty minutes of caresses that left her skin glossy and burning, Elena leaned toward the nightstand and pulled out a small package wrapped in gold paper.

"This is for you. Open it."

Bianca turned onto her back, her heavy breasts moving with the motion. She tore open the paper excitedly and discovered a magnificent anal plug. The base was an emerald-green jewel, iridescent, catching the candlelight like a treasure. The smooth, slightly curved metal body was designed for comfortable yet deep insertion. Bianca blushed fiercely, a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and intense excitement.

"Elena… it's… magnificent. You really want me to wear it?"

Elena smiled, her eyes shining with love and desire. "Only if you want to, amore. I want to introduce you to new sensations. I want you to feel full, loved, possessed by me tonight."

Bianca nodded, moved to tears. "I trust you. Completely."

Elena helped her reposition herself on all fours in the center of the bed, back arched, buttocks offered. She generously applied lubricant to the plug and to Bianca's tight entrance. Her fingers glided in gently at first, one finger circling, widening, preparing. Bianca panted, the new sensations making her tremble.

"Breathe, my darling… Gently."

The cold metal of the plug touched her anus. Bianca shivered. The contrast between the warmth of her body and the coolness of the toy was striking. Elena pushed slowly, turning it slightly. The sphincter resisted for a moment, then yielded. The plug slid, millimeter by millimeter, spreading Bianca's intimate flesh. She let out a long, hoarse moan as the widest part passed, filling her rectum with a delightful, unfamiliar pressure. The weight of the plug pulled slightly downward, creating a constant sensation of fullness. The green jewel gleamed between her round, wide buttocks, perfectly nestled.

"Oh my God… Elena… it's… so full…" Bianca moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her buttocks trembled, her thighs wet with her excitement already flowing abundantly along her waxed lips.

Elena admired the sight, her heart pounding. She took her phone and captured the moment: Bianca on all fours, back arched, buttocks spread, the green plug glinting in her anus, her pink, smooth vulva glistening with desire. The photo was intimate, beautiful, obscene and sacred all at once. She showed it to Bianca, who blushed even harder but smiled.

"Keep it just for us," she murmured.

Elena set the phone down and slid under Bianca. She began by kissing the inside of her thighs, then worked her way up to her swollen vulva. Her tongue dove between the lips, lapping up the abundant juice greedily. Bianca cried out, the plug moving with every contraction of her body. Each lick made the toy vibrate in her ass, amplifying everything. Elena sucked her clitoris, slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, curving them to hit that sensitive spot. Bianca came for the first time in minutes, a powerful orgasm that shook her entire body, her heavy breasts swaying, her buttocks contracting around the plug.

But Elena wasn't finished. She withdrew her fingers and turned Bianca onto her back. They positioned themselves in scissor, vulva against vulva, clitorises rubbing against each other. The movement made the plug shift with each back-and-forth, sending waves of anal pleasure through Bianca. Their juices mingled, their moans filling the room. Elena pinched Bianca's thick nipples, kneaded her heavy breasts while accelerating the friction. They came almost simultaneously, a long, guttural cry.

Elena then grabbed a medium, thick, realistic dildo. She lubricated it generously and presented it to Bianca's entrance while leaving the plug firmly in place. The double penetration tore a scream of pleasure from Bianca. Elena fucked her slowly at first, then harder, watching the green jewel move between the round buttocks with each thrust. She leaned down to lick the clitoris again, combining everything. Bianca had a third orgasm, more violent, her legs trembling, her whole body wracked with spasms.

They changed positions. Bianca, still impaled on the plug, settled onto Elena's face for deep cunnilingus. Elena devoured her, her tongue entering the dripping pussy while her hands spread the buttocks to play with the jewel, rotating it gently. Bianca, leaning forward, licked Elena's sex in turn, a passionate, messy sixty-nine. The pleasure was shared, intense, almost animal.

Elena came in turn under Bianca's expert tongue, her long hair stuck to her face with sweat. But she wanted to give even more. She strapped on a harness with a larger dildo and took Bianca from behind, doggy-style. The plug remained in place, creating an extreme sensation of fullness. Each thrust made Elena's hips slap against Bianca's generous buttocks. The sound of flesh against flesh, the moaning, the scent of sex filled the room. Bianca came a fourth time, so hard she thought she might faint, her anus pulsing around the plug, her pussy gripping the dildo.

Exhausted, they collapsed against each other. Elena gently removed the plug, tenderly kissing Bianca's slightly open and reddened anus. They remained entwined, clammy skin pressed together, lazily caressing each other.

"I love you so much," Bianca murmured, her voice broken by pleasure. "Thank you for this gift… for this trust."

Elena kissed her forehead, then her lips. "You are my most beautiful gift. Every day with you is a discovery. I want to explore everything with you, without limits."

They talked for a long time that night, between caresses. About future fantasies, trips they would take, the life they were building together. The green plug, cleaned, rested on the nightstand as a symbol of their bold and deep love.

The next morning, Bianca woke first. She looked at Elena asleep, her long brown hair spread across the pillow. A tender smile lit up her face. She felt different, more alive, more connected. The memory of the evening, of that new fullness, of the intimate photo they might look at together later, filled her with warmth.

Their love was not merely carnal. It was made of absolute trust, constant desire, and that passionate Italian tenderness that united them. Bianca gently stroked Elena's hip, who opened her eyes and smiled at her.

"Ready for round two, amore?" Elena asked, her voice still husky.

Bianca laughed softly and pulled her close. "Always. With you, always."

And as the Milan sun streamed through the window, their bodies intertwined once more, slowly this time, with the tenderness of a love that grew every day.

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