It was dark inside the washroom. And lonely.
This was the worst date of Jane’s life. Her boyfriend once again forgot their anniversary and embarrassed her by showing up to her house in his house/car. All the neighbors furrowed their brows as he stepped out of his rusty Ford Focus wearing nothing but a crusty towel. He still stubbornly refused to shave and scratched her cheek when he reached to kiss her and smelled of week-old barbecue sauce.
He relied on her for everything. She paid for his auto insurance and bought him perfumes to mask his odors. She arranged for several interviews with various employers but all were repulsed by his demeanor and slovenly appearance.
He dropped his towel as he opened the door.
“Sorry” he said, “my only pair of underwear is at the cleaners'”
“It’s already that time of month again?” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I got you something”
“Oh?”
“I saved you some of the pineapple express I smoked on the way here, there’s still a couple of drags left”
He pulled out the short, limp and charred tip of a joint, as he reached for his towel.
She sat down on the cold washroom tiles and thought about what brought her to this point. She had a successful life in every respect except for her love life. She liked her job, had an active and family life and recently bought her first home in an up and coming suburban neighborhood.
An experimental home, according to the developers. The realtor wasn’t big on specifics but mentioned it was designed to cater to her every desires.
In the darkness of her washroom she cried out in desperation: “when will I find love?” The only response was the hollow sound of her own voice echoing against the bathroom walls.
In the corner of her eye she spotted the shining porcelain of her bathroom toilet. “Shit, I need to pee” said Jane. She quickly pulled down her pants and seated herself on the heated seat. A gentle mist with the scent of Japanese lavender caught her attention.
“I’ve been expecting you” replied a smooth, baritone voice behind her. It seemed to come from the walls
“Who’s there?” said Jane
“I’m the bidet of the future, they call me TOTO ASS-MASTER 5000” replied the voice. It was her toilet.
“Can I call you Bruno?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/okn40v/touched_by_the_toto_part_1
Wow this is so good when’s the next post??? Looking forward to reading you more
This made my loins long for the heated seat of a bidet, as I fantasize of the feeling of a gentle mist gently kissing my perineum as I reach blissful climax. Thank you for writing and sharing this.