Definitely Too Much Information, but it’s quite funny as well, I think.
We’re all adults here, right? OK.
You guys know me pretty well by now. You know that most of the time, after an intense spanking session, I’m done. I’m limp, happily drained of tension, as blissfully indolent as a cat napping in sunshine. All I have energy for is to fix myself a snack and write a blog.
Most of the time. But there are other times when I really, really need to take care of business. Get off. Yes, masturbate. The other night was one of those times.
So I retrieved the trusty old Pocket Rocket. It’s not all that efficient, but it’s quiet and small and it was inexpensive. (Have you checked out the cost of some sex toys out there?? Geezus, it’s cheaper to hire a professional escort to get you off.) Turned it on, and… nothing. Ugh.
Probably a dead battery. Muttering in frustration, I went into the kitchen and retrieved a fresh pack of AA batteries from the tool drawer. Pulled out the old battery and inserted a new one, turned it on, and… nothing. The thing was dead.
“Dammit!” I yelled, hurling it in the trash. Stupid piece of junk. Now what?? I was feeling the need more than ever. And for another bit of TMI, my fingers simply don’t cut it. They lack the speed and intensity of battery-powered pleasuring.
Well, to paraphrase an old saying, necessity is the mother of improvisation. I went to the linen closet, pulled out the box of assorted cloths and rags I use for dusting, and selected a clean, soft cloth. Then I wrapped it tightly, around and around…
… the head of my electric toothbrush.
Oh, grow up. :-Þ Like no one’s ever done that before. Sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
And BTW, it worked splendidly. 😀