Switch

doing but in anticipation of what I meant to do. I shook the

bottle and held it up. Inside, clear liquid shifted, looking

oily. It reminded me of those toys I made in elementary

school out of plastic soda bottles, oil and colored water.

I'd always liked to add glitter to mine.

This had no glitter, just an oily clear liquid that shone when

held up to the light. I read the ingredients but could find

nothing scary. Hemp oil. Was that even legal? Ginseng.

Ginger. Al natural ingredients, I thought.

My face flamed again. I didn't have a ful-length mirror in

my bedroom, just the mirror on my dresser. From where I

stood, only my torso reflected. I had no head. No legs

below my upper thighs. I was nothing but my sexual parts.

Breasts. Bely. Ass. Cunt.

You will find the one thing that embarrasses you the

most, and you will use it until you achieve orgasm.

Why had I been embarrassed to buy this bottle of liquid

from a man who didn't even like women, and therefore

shouldn't be blamed for not seeing how fucking sexy I

realy am? I shook it again and took the stopper out. It

looked like a medicine dropper, but without the marks to

indicate dosage. I squeezed the rubber nipple again as I

pinched my own.

In the mirror, the woman did the same. I held out my

fingertip, the dropper poised over it. The liquid, stil

shining, made a teardrop before it fel onto my skin. I

rubbed it in with my thumb and waited. The slickness

didn't dissolve and faint warmth filtered through my skin.

Why was I embarrassed to have a stranger think I couldn't

Why was I embarrassed to have a stranger think I couldn't

have an orgasm? I let another drop fal onto my fingertip. I

spread it on my nipples. This time, when I squeezed them,

my fingers skipped and slid over my skin. My nipples,

hard, now, warmed under the oil and my touch.

Lubricated, my finger slid across my clit like silk on satin.

My lips parted. Air eased out. I touched myself again,

finger circling, and waited for the heat. It came a second or

two later, hotter than it had been on my nipples. I bit my

lower lip with a hiss.

It was hard to tel if the oil had aphrodisiac powers or the

effect was in my mind, but in the end, did it matter? I lay

back on my bed, my legs spread, feet planted firmly on the

comforter to make it easier to rock my hips into the

seduction of my hand.

I rubbed my clit in slow, smooth circles, just the way I

liked it best. The oil absorbed into my skin but left it slick

enough I didn't need to add more. I let my fingertips

explore the familiar dips and curves of my body, the soft,

secret places that could bring me such pleasure.

My clit got hotter as I rubbed, and that seemed only