This story contains sexually explicit scenes.
This dildo is nothing like my lover. I wrap my hand around its shaft, but there is no pulse beneath my fingers – no thrumming of life. It touches my lips and then my tongue, and there is no sweetness of semen. No essence of man when I inhale. I lick up its sides and suck at its ridge, but it isn’t velvet that stiffens inside my mouth. When I snake it down my neck and press its rubbery tip against my nipples, it doesn’t lurch its heavy head against my flesh.
I drag it across my clitoris. It does not blindly seek the heat of my cunt. I open my legs, but it cannot sense how eager I am for consummation. Nor can it share my hunger. When it thrusts inside, stretching and filling, its rhythm does not surprise me. And there is no liquid heat to blend with mine when the fucking is complete.
No, this dildo is no substitute for my lover. But it will do for now.
Copyright © 2003 by Desdmona.