Wolverson's Queen
My body feels worn out at least, but there is still a burning throughout me: hate and love for them all.
Turning my head, I spot my toys. I pick them up and put them onto the bed. Slowly opening the box, I look inside and pull out the object, my eyes inspecting it. Sure, I had used that vibrating egg, but this isn’t like that. I had forgotten they bought these. This toy is long and pink, the tip bending slightly, and I know from the last few times with the guys, it is to help me reach that spot inside that has my toes curling and my body exploding.
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