The box had been sitting on the porch all morning. Rae was halfway through her lukewarm coffee when she spotted it through the blinds. A jolt of excitement surged through her chest. It was here. The harness. The dildo. The teal toy she’d picked out so carefully with Peter—intentionally not black, not pink, not "flesh-colored." Something different. Something that didn’t scream “male,” but whispered power. Feminine power.
She practically skipped to the door, snatching it up before any neighbor could catch her giggling like a teenager hiding something deliciously naughty. Her fingers trembled as she slit open the box, peeling back the cardboard like it was treasure. And it was. There it was, tucked neatly in its packaging. The harness—sleek and adjustable—and the teal dildo. Modest. Almost the same size as Peter’s. That was intentional too. She wanted to match him, not overshadow him. Not yet, anyway.
Rae stripped down to her underwear and stepped into the harness. She cinched the straps and adjusted the buckles until the shaft stood proud from her hips. The weight of it was…weird. Distracting. Kind of annoying when it bumped the kitchen counter while she loaded the dishwasher. But she liked it. No, loved it. Not because it made her feel like a man—because it didn’t. It made her feel like herself. A version of herself she hadn’t felt in years.
Powerful.
Confident.
Electric.…
