Divided into two chapters, in case you wanna skip ahead to the action. Enjoy :)
# Intro
Ever since breaking up with my boyfriend, my sex life has been underwhelming. After countless dating attempts in which the men were only interested in sex, I decided I might as well get a dildo and be done with it. After all, a dildo doesn’t care if you wear makeup or not, if you shaved nor whether you wore a tight dress or a t-shirt. A dildo just got the job done.
At first, it was amazing. I could use it exactly as I liked, whenever I liked, and if I felt like stopping I didn’t have to deal with a disappointed man in my bed. Each day at night before going to bed I would open my locked drawer, take out my 9inch pink dildo and satisfy my needs. Although, after a while, it started getting repetitive. It was just an inanimate object, and I realised I missed the real thing; the warmth, the pulsations, the moans. I needed a better toy.