She thought his gift was odd. Then again, it wasn’t the first time.

It was a plain bottle with a small sticker on the back. “Use sparingly on infected parts. Don’t be greedy.” Which bits of me was the sticker applying to? What did he know I didn’t know?

It was an improvement on my Christmas gift which on the back had a skull and crossbones and which when I did venture to stick my finger in burnt like I’d never felt before.

I thought I best give it a try.

I put a drop on my finger and waited. Nothing happened, so I rubbed it gently on my wrist.

I felt a wave of pleasure go through me. It was like nothing I’d experienced before.

I took more and rubbed it on my skin. I didn’t know my skin could feel the pleasure this lotion afforded me.

The more I applied and greater the craving to use more. I was soon halfway through the bottle. I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. Then I thought about the label: “infected parts”?

I didn’t have any that I knew of.

That was when I got greedy. I was home alone, and so I stripped off and started applying the lotion to the bits of me that gave me pleasure.

I didn’t know I could feel this good. My brain screamed at me for more. My body was loving every second of it.

I squeezed out the last of the lotion. I shook the bottle; I wanted more.

Then there wasn’t. The craving was more intense. I felt my body convulsing as t sought more and more pleasure.

I was out of control; my body was fighting me; the lotion was gone.

Suddenly it all stopped. My body settled. My breathing slowed to a laborious pant.

I wanted to sleep; the pleasure was gone; my phone was ringing.

He was on the phone; he asked me if I had received his gift. Yes I had replied it was wonderful.

Don’t use too much he had said it can be quite devastating the first time you use it.

Yes, I had replied, it certainly can.

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