EroScape

  I tore open the gift bag, and my heart skipped a beat. The dildo was enormous, crafted to match his impressive size. A thrill of excitement mixed with fascination washed over me. This was really happening. I had craved this moment, fantasizing about him introducing me to this new pleasure. But we weren’t on speaking terms now, and the toy lay before me as a tangible reminder of our estrangement. I missed and craved him deeply. I hated where we were with each other. Desire simmered within me, unstoppable. I’d been yearning for intimacy, and this would have to suffice. I settled onto my bed, gazing at the ceiling above, and wrapped my fingers around the dildo’s veined shaft. A chuckle escaped my lips as I marveled at its realism. He had often joked about getting me this, though I’d never taken him seriously. I had pictured us maybe getting it together at one of those adult stores… I stared at the toy, then brought it to my mouth, coating it with moisture. I spread my legs, position...