Roommate Wanted: Must be available for world-class orgasms brought on by vibrators, nipple clamps, blindfolds and more.

Sunny, two-bedroom apartment with view of the mountains. Access to sauna, hot tub, communal pool. Split electric/heating bills. Shared kitchen. Private bathroom.

I tried to think of everything I ought to put into the ad. My beloved roommate, Tom, was moving out, and I needed to bring in someone to cover the rent. I stared at the screen despondently. I didn’t want Tom to move. We’d been close friends since college, and we got along together better than anyone I’d ever lived with. I was trying my best to put a happy spin on the ad, but I kept running into a creative wall.

Tom walked into my bedroom in his favorite blue football jersey and old jeans. He’d just taken a shower and his blond hair was still damp, but he hadn’t shaved. I liked the way he looked with his five o’clock shadow. I was in my standard weekend attire: stretchy pants and a t-shirt. I had my hair clipped with a golden barrette to keep it out of my eyes while I worked. I’d been putting this task off too long. The truth was that I didn’t want Tom to leave.

My hunky roommate looked over my shoulder at what I’d already written. He read the words aloud, and then finished with his own sentence: “Have vibrator that revs like a motorcycle engine,” Tom offered, completely surprising me and shocking me out of my funk.

“Excuse me?” I felt my cheeks go hot.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t heard him correctly, but that I couldn’t believe what he’d just said to me.

“Didn’t you realize, Viv? Your vibrator is so loud. I could always tell when you were engaging in a little one-on-one time.”

No, I hadn’t realized. Mortification made my thoughts come slowly. I felt as if Tom had drained the air out of me.

“But you never said.” I looked away from the computer, trying to figure out where to focus. I didn’t want to stare at Tom. I thought I might combust from embarrassment.

“Are you saying that you never heard me?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Now, I finally did look at him, into his crystal-blue eyes, at his wry smile.

“When you escaped into your room to take care of yourself, I often spent the time taking care of myself…”

I’d had no idea. We’d shared the same living space for nearly two years. Although we were close, there had never been any hanky-panky between us. Mostly, I’d always thought, due to the fact that we were generally in relationships with other people. If I was single, Tom was taken. When he was free, I was seeing someone. At the moment, however, we were both on our own. Tom was only moving out because he’d decided he wanted more space — a bedroom of his own and a home office. He’d promised not to leave until I had lined up a new roommate. That’s the type of conscientious guy he is.

“Tell me more,” I said, and I sat back in my desk chair and waited.

I could feel myself growing aroused simply from the concept that Tom had eavesdropped on my carnal activities.

“At first, I thought you were in there meditating. Or maybe taking a nap. Then one day, I was in my room at the same time that you’d closed your door. I was reading on my bed, and I heard the sound of your vibrator as you clicked it on. The sound grew muffled fairly quickly, but I’ve been around. I know what sex toys sound like. I pressed my ear to the wall, and I listened as you sighed your way through two climaxes. When you emerged, I made sure to head to the kitchen, and I saw the glow in your eyes. The pinkness on your cheeks. So I knew.”

I found that I didn’t mind Tom’s story. If anything, my panties were becoming noticeably damper in the center from my undeniable arousal.

“After that,” Tom continued, “I always tried to pay attention when you shut your door. If you were simply on the phone, I didn’t listen in. I’m not that kind of a guy.” He smiled at me and continued. “But if I heard your drawer open — the squeaky one in your bedside table — I could be pretty sure you were going to play with yourself.”

I had to work now to stay still. I wanted to slide one hand down my body and thrust my fingers under the waistband of my yoga pants. I couldn’t tell what Tom was planning, if anything, or if he simply was giving me a heads-up in case I hoped to keep my masturbatory moments private from my next roommate.

Then he said, “What I always did want to do was watch.”

“Really?” I asked, needing to hear more.

“Oh, yeah. What I would have given for a tiny hole so I could put a vision to the sounds you made. I swear, Viv, your quiet sighs were among the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. I created my own fantasies of what you looked like when you were coming.”

I swallowed hard and asked, “Do you still want to watch?”

His blue eyes shined, giving me all the information I needed to know. I opened my bedside drawer. Squeak! That made me laugh. I knew the drawer needed oil, but I’d never realized how loud it was. Tom definitely could have figured out whenever I opened the thing. Now, I pulled out the vibrator he’d referred to. Tom moved to the foot of my bed to make some room. I climbed onto the mattress and settled against the pillows. For a heartbeat, we were both completely silent. I’d never done anything quite like this before. Although I consider myself a fairly adventurous lover, I’d almost always kept my vibrator for my solo use.

“Show me how you do it,” Tom said, and he was nearly begging.

This was not the Tom I was used to. He’s a confident, strong-willed guy. But at the moment, he was needy and yearning. My nerves jangled, but the thought of Tom watching me play with myself was such a turn-on that I got over my stage fright quickly. With Tom’s eyes on me, I pulled my pants down, and I pressed the tip of the vibrator against my pussy through my panties. I met Tom’s gaze. He looked transported. His lips were parted slightly as he drank in my every move. I thought of all those times he’d listened to me before. Tonight, he was going to get what he wanted — a visual to match the sounds. With a flick of my thumb, I turned on the motor. To me, the vibrator seemed fairly quiet. Maybe I’d simply grown accustomed to the noises. Imagining Tom listening on the other side of the wall was a thrill. Seeing him watching in real life was even more exciting.

“I would stay almost entirely still,” he told me, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t want you to guess that I was onto your secret. The first time I heard your noises, I was mesmerized. I realized I was actually holding my breath.”

He wasn’t doing that now. In fact, his breath had definitely sped up since I’d started performing for him. I worked the rounded knob of my toy up and over my split several times. My juices were pooling up inside me. I could not remember the last time I’d been this excited — with or without a partner in my bed.

Tom rested a hand on my thigh. He seemed to want to be connected to me somehow. I liked the feel of his warm skin on mine. I had a sense of where this evening was headed, but I was in no rush. We’d taken years to get to this exquisite moment. We could squeeze out the x-rated gratification all night long. The vibrator’s engine worked its magic on me. I felt my own breath speeding up, and I decided I needed more. I kicked off my yoga pants entirely and spread my thighs wider. While Tom watched hungrily, I nudged the gusset of my coral-pink panties aside, and I slid the vibrator into the wetness of my pussy. I knew Tom could see my naked snatch now. We had entered a new realm of our relationship. His eyes were fixated on my shaved skin, and I could read the lustful expression on his face. He was having a difficult time only watching. He shifted on the mattress.

I pushed the vibrator farther inside myself. My slippery juices coated the rumbling toy, and I began to fuck myself at a steady, even rhythm with the first few inches of the vibrator. I wasn’t ready for the whole shaft quite yet.

A euphoric groan filled the room. I realized that it was Tom who’d made the noise, not me. He was so invested in what I was doing that he moved even closer on the bed. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He had a purposeful expression on his handsome face. He seemed almost mesmerized. I rotated the dial on the vibrator so that the machine was humming at full strength. Then I began to move the toy farther into my cunt. Tom looked up at my face.

“May I?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he was asking permission for, but I nodded. I’d have let him do anything.

He dragged my panties to the right, and then he waited for me to resume my motions. I started to fuck myself with the toy at a faster pace. Tom got his face closer to the split of my body. Then suddenly he took the toy from my hand. With a tug, he pulled it entirely free.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

I did.

“Let me.”

I let him.

He had me spread my legs for him, and then he used his fingertips to part my juice-drenched pussy lips. In seconds, the toy was back inside me. Tom started thrusting the vibrator in and out of my hot hole, and then he used his free hand to rub his cock through his jeans. He was clearly in a state. He looked so turned on I actually thought he might come in his pants. For some reason, that thought amped up my excitement even further. But he had more willpower than that.

“Fuck the view of the mountains. This is what your ad should say.”

My head spun. My thoughts were hazy. “What do you mean?”

“Gorgeous, brunette bombshell, craves sex toy fun … ”

“That’s a different type of ad,” I panted.

He winked at me and brought me to a world-class climax. He used the vibrator inside me before pulling it out to rest the tip directly on my tender clit so the motor made me see golden shimmers in the air. I thought I might go crazy. I cried out as the sharp pleasure filled me. Tom slid me back to earth by dialing down the power of the vibrator. When I looked at him, I saw his hand was still on his hard dick. We’d been friends for years, but I had never seen his cock before. Now, I was desperate. I reached for his jeans, and he watched as I popped the button and released the zipper. He was wearing blue boxers, and I pulled those down with the jeans.

His cock practically sprang out at me. I lowered my head and licked the tip. Tom let go of the vibrator in order to brace his hands on my shoulders. I bobbed my head up and down, hoping to give him the type of pleasure he’d brought me. But out of the corner of my eye I could see the vibrator, discarded on the bed. I reached for the sex toy without pausing in my motion. Cautiously, I brought the toy to Tom’s balls and softly rubbed his sac with the tip. He made a sound almost like a big cat’s purr. I flicked the motor on to the lowest setting. Tom’s purr turned into a growl. He didn’t pull away or tell me to stop. I then began to take turns with the toy, sharing my attention with the vibrator’s.

I blew Tom, and then I traced the sex toy along his shaft. I sucked him again and did the same. Then I licked his balls while I ran the wand along his wand. Very quickly, Tom reached his limits. He announced his orgasm with a guttural moan, and he moved back from me, shooting his come into the air so that it rained down on my t-shirt. We both sat on my bed after that, sticky and satisfied.

“I can see why you spent so much time in here with that device,” Tom said, eying the now-silent toy.“

I wish we’d spent more time together,” I told him.

I felt more than a little sad thinking of all the exotic experiences we’d lost.

“We definitely can catch up,” he said, and he leaned over me to check out what else I had in my drawer. I was over blushing at this point. Anything Tom wanted to play with — I was game. He started to pull out the different toys I’d collected. The nipple clamps were first.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Tom instructed.

I stripped off my sticky t-shirt and bra. Entirely naked, I cocked an eyebrow at Tom. He seemed to understand that fair was fair. He undressed quickly, clearly wanting to get started on round two. I glanced over to see that he’d organized the different devices. That made me smile. Tom’s always been a model roommate. Everything in its place, including — apparently — my toys.

He had me lie down on the mattress, and then he began to kiss and lick my nipples — first the left, then the right — until they were both erect.

“You’ve used these before?” he asked, dangling the nipple clamps in front of me.

“Oh, yes,” I sighed, put into dreamland by the ministrations of his magical mouth. Tom pinched each of my nipples hard, as if to check to make sure they were really ready for the next step. Then he easily slid the clamps into place and turned the tiny screws until I squealed.

“There’s a sound I hadn’t heard before,” Tom said.

“I used a pillow when I couldn’t control myself,” I confessed.

“Don’t control yourself on my account.”

I began to breathe harder. I wanted something in my pussy. Something that wasn’t made of silicone. Something attached to Tom. But he wasn’t ready to give in to my needs quite yet. He picked up a blindfold next, and he waited to see if I would balk. I shut my eyes. Tom tied the velvety fabric in place. I heard him playing with my different devices once more. Our connection was even more erotic to me once I couldn’t see. I had no idea what he would choose next.

In no time, he had my tiny lipstick-shaped vibrator pressed to my clit. The power of this one was much more subtle and whisper-quiet. I was grateful for the lighter touch because my pussy was still plenty sensitive. Tom rubbed the smaller toy around my nub several times, then he pushed the toy directly to my clitoris once more. I bucked and whimpered. Thankfully, my old friend — and new lover — understood my desires.

He had me up on my hands and knees on the mattress, and he got behind me, making sure to maintain contact of the small toy with my clit. I lowered my head as he pushed forward with his cock. I had the clamps on my tits and the tickling vibrator in place. But most importantly, I had Tom’s dick in my cunt, and I never wanted him to stop fucking me. I thought of the different girlfriends Tom had dated over the years. Had he ever tried sex toys with them? I’d used the toys with a few of my boyfriends, but I’d mostly enjoyed the different devices all by myself. I was happy to be sharing the experience now.

Tom seemed to be transported. He gripped my waist with one hand and started to fuck me even harder. Then he ramped up the motor on the vibrator on my clit and I lost my ability to stay in control. The intensity was too much to handle. Tom’s thick rod fucking me combined with the sweet vibrators of the toy brought me to the cusp and pushed me over.

I was free falling into a sea of pleasure, but I managed to blurt out, “I’m coming!” as I reached my bliss, although it had to be obvious to Tom by the way my pussy muscles tightened and released his hard-on.

He withdrew and flipped me over, and he removed the clips from my tits and pulled the blindfold free. He rubbed my nipples with his fingertips, and I cried out at the sensation. My nipples were ultra sensitive after being clamped like that. Tom bent and kissed each one, and I thought that his mouth on me like that might make me come again. But then he moved lower. He started to pay oral service to my cunt, which was still awash in tiny flutters from my second orgasm. I pulled his hair and shoved my box hard in his face.

He paused and kissed me, his lips glossy with my juices, and he said, “I think I need to bind you down for this, Viv.”

Had I heard him right? … Without waiting for a response, Tom left the room. He returned in moments with a pair of cuffs, which he displayed in his big hands. I nodded, which was all Tom seemed to need because in seconds he had my wrists captured with the agility of a pro.

So Tom was a little bit kinky. Who knew?

He positioned me up on my knees next, my elbows balancing my weight on the mattress, my wrists still cuffed. Then he moved in front of me, so I could suck my juices off his cock. He stroked my hair as I worked him, and he started to tell me about the different toys he wanted to buy us for the future, a whole list of items that served as delicious foreplay for me as I licked him clean.

“I’ve seen them in that sex toy store in town,” he said. “You know, in the display windows, when I run by in the morning. Or ads on the Internet. But I’ve never had someone so willing to play.”

Again, I felt a pang for lost time. We could have been enjoying each other for years. But better late than never, I supposed. Tom definitely proved that old adage. He let me wet his cock with my mouth before he moved behind me once more and pressed the head to my welcoming hole.

“Tell me about the toys,” I whispered, wanting to hear.

“Butt plugs and slick lube. Double-headed dildos. A remote-controlled clit-tickler … ”

His words were pure magic to my system. I climaxed from the combination of Tom’s steady thrusts and the vision of how we might play together in the future. Tom reached his own orgasm on the power of mine. He banged away fiercely inside me before pulling out and coming all over my naked skin. He rubbed the liquid into me with his warm hands, then pulled me to him for a sultry, slightly slippery embrace. I’d never felt so happy to cuddle before. Because I knew what this meant.

The bedroom was sunlit. I could see the mountains out the window. But I didn’t want a new roommate. I wanted Tom. My old friend and new lover seemed to have the same realization at the same time.

He looked at the roommate-wanted ad on my computer. I reached over and shut the file without saving.

“If we share a bedroom,” I offered, “you can have the home office you’ve always wanted.”

“And I can have the sex life I’ve always dreamed about,” Tom said, before sealing the deal with a sizzling kiss.