She knew which one she wanted but she liked looking at the others and getting excited…not that she wasn’t excited already. The shallow drawer that ran half the length of the dresser had her attention. It held part of her anal plug collection—the ones without tails attached. Each plug had a memory connected to it, starting with the day she and Dane had bought it. All the plugs had been purchased after Naomie got together with Dane. Her husband was a serious ass man. If he wasn’t fucking her ass, he was fingering or toying it. He was the major reason for her anal sensitivity. Because her asshole belonged to Dane and Dane alone, he loved to plug it—a visual Do Not Enter sign for her sex friends. Her usual daily-wear plug was a stainless steel teardrop with a jeweled base. She had two different sizes and multiple colors but she couldn’t wear one of those today, not yet. She ran her fingers over her row of regulars on the way to her choice for the morning. The black glass plug was cold when she picked it up.
