Memoir Excerpt: Remote Control
We were on holiday with Seunghoon, playing a board game I couldn't quite follow. Naturally, I lost, which meant he got to use our new toy on me, in public -a tiny sleek silicone butt plug with a remote control. We'd never tried anything like it before, and my body buzzed with anticipation as he worked it into me, the cool silicone warming quickly against my heat. The way it pressed against my prostate sent little sparks through me even before it was turned on.
The first time he activated it was in a crowded bookstore, surrounded by the scent of paper and ink and the murmur of dozens of shoppers. I was browsing some poetry collection when suddenly the plug came to life-a deep, rumbly vibration that radiated through my entire pelvis.
My knees went weak as pleasure shot through me, and I was hard within seconds, my dick straining against my jeans. I had to grab a shelf for support, knuckles white as I pretended to be absorbed in the books. Seunghoon watched me from across the aisle with that knowing smile of his before easing off, probably because people were starting to notice my strange behavior.
The taxi ride was exquisite torture. As soon as we settled into the back seat, his thumb found the remote. This time he didn't just pulse it-he kept the vibrations steady, then gradually increased the intensity until I was seeing stars. I watched in horrified fascination as precum started soaking through the light-colored fabric of my trousers, leaving a dark, spreading stain that was impossible to hide. Every bump in the road sent new jolts of pleasure through me as the plug shifted inside. I tried to subtly reach back to remove it, but Seunghoon caught my eye and gave a slight shake of his head. The bet was the bet. All the while, he maintained casual conversation with the driver about local attractions while I was quietly dying next to him.
By the time we got back to our hotel room, I was desperate. Every nerve ending was on fire, my body humming with need. I practically begged him to fuck me right there against the door, but he just smiled that infuriatingly patient smile of his. "Shower first," he said, locking the bathroom door behind him. He'd forbidden me from touching myself, so I stood there, rock-hard and dripping, listening to the water run for what felt like an eternity.
When he finally emerged, steam trailing behind him, he took his sweet time approaching me. The anticipation was almost painful. When he finally entered me, the plug still inside, the sensation was overwhelming. The dual pressure had me crying out with pleasure as my body clenched around him. I came almost immediately -harder than I ever had before-but he didn't stop. He kept moving, hitting that perfect spot again and again until I was shaking through a second orgasm, then a third. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, every sensation amplified by the toy still buried deep inside me.
