Buying a dildo online was a bit nerve-wracking, honestly. Not for any huge reason or anything – I live alone, and the packaging is supposed to be discrete anyway, but there’s just something that made me nervous when I first put in the order.
Sure enough, it wasn’t like it was a fat box labeled, “Tasty Black Dildos for Sissy Whores” all around it; just a plain box, inside which was some bubble wrap and a plain, pink bag. But inside that bag was an unforgettable *package.*
After carefully opening it and getting a good look at the contents, I started getting nervous for a *very* different reason. The pictures online were flattering, but they didn’t really have the same *weight* as the hefty, chocolate-brown dildo as I lifted it up.
My fingers were tracing the veins when I snapped out of it, swallowing hard as I realized how much my mouth had been watering, and I immediately went to my drawers.
I needed it inside of me, but I wanted it to be *right*.