All Things Random Novels & Stories

for everything. ***

"With everything." End

Love you all a lot! \

She bit her lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Sophia: Yellow. I've never tried it, but... I'm curious. Jake: Interesting. We'll explore that. How about toys? Her mind raced, conjuring images of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps... The possibilities seemed endless, and overwhelming. Sophia: That's a bit broad, don't you think? Yellow, I guess. Depends on the toy. She exhaled shakily, realizing she'd been holding her breath. This was intense, exhilarating, and fucking terrifying all at once. Part of her wanted to throw her phone across the room and forget this whole thing. But a bigger part...

A felt-lined box of tarnished silverware and stacks of dusty board games. That wasn’t all. There were action figures, Legos, Lincoln Logs, and the ubiquitous Magic Eight Ball, which answered every question with: Ask Again Later. An old Nintendo Gameboy, and a Texas Instruments word processor. A pleather cowboy gun-belt. Wax Calavera skulls for the Day of the Dead. A Nikon digital camera, in decent shape. Rusty old tools. Tins full of assorted colored beads, marbles, rubber bands, and, oddly enough, a basket full of used cell phones. But nothing interested him until a black shimmer caught his eye among rows of dented matchbox cars and piles of jacks.