With my boyfriend breaking up with me just before the holidays, I had to ask my mom for my old room back until I was ready to start a new cycle of disappointment. Only the ergonomic G-spot massager had moved out to make room for Mr. And when you find out that your wrists have been bound to the bedposts by fuzzy handcuffs, your thundering heart almost overdoses on adrenalin. The only name I remembered was “Mr. Barbie! I closed the drawer to give them privacy, then tested the stability of my legs before letting the walls escort me to the shower. Barbie was happy to offer him a new home. First contact was a bullet vibrator snuggling against my nipple. Turning on the screen of my phone killed the remaining 1%, but not before flashing a dozen message notifications from my ex.
