Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Hillary Swank

I whipped it out from my pants, and found it hard, smooth. It was a tool worthy of the Gods. I touched it, and a feeling like electricity coursed through me. I was excited, and wrapped my fingers around it. I thought it jumped.

I caressed it, felt its warmth. I've done this before, and I knew perfectly well how to turn it on. I gave it a few slaps. I took it at its base and knocked it against the wall. I found it all immensely pleasurable, but ultimately, my aim was to...make it work.

While my fingers were wrapped around its base, I moved my hand up and down, stroking it - looking for the spot that would trigger off the most fantastic reaction from the tool. I found it, and I pressed down. Really hard. So hard it hurt...my thumb.

The reaction occurred, a wild spasming that filled me with joy, and a certain relief.

The light was on, and so I took my hand off my torchlight.

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