“Um….Blake? What exactly am I looking at?” asked a confused and slightly embarrassed Heather Cyrus.
“Well, I want to say it’s exactly what you think it is, but given your limited experience with this sort of thing…”
Her boyfriend’s careful words trailed off. She sensed him trying hard not to laugh. He should’ve tried harder.
Heather had planned on enjoying a romantic night with her lover, Blake Quinton. They had endured long week. Her workload at the marketing firm was more strenuous than usual. When she told her lover she wanted to share some private time, she thought he knew what she meant.
Initially, he got the message. He left work early, ordered some take-out, and set up a candle-lit dinner. He’d also set the mood in their bedroom. He closed the blinds, lit some incense, and put on some soft jazz music. After dinner, he led her into the bedroom where Heather expected to enjoy a night of casual lovemaking. Then, before things got heated, he pulled out a box from under the bed and gave it to her.
That was when she saw it. Blake, the man she loved with all her heart and planned to marry, had bought her a sex toy.