Toys for Twats

For Stacy, sex with her boyfriend, Eric, has become monotonous and boring. But when Eric goes on a weeklong business trip, Stacy realizes how much she misses sex with him, and how much she needs to satisfy herself while he's gone. She is in misery until she finds the little store on the highway that sells all the goodies. And when she meets the store's proprietor, Mistress Donna, Stacy thinks that maybe Eric leaving was the best thing that ever happened. Until he gets back, though, she'll occupy herself with Mistress Donna, and her array of toys for twats. 


"Toys for Twats" is approximately 10,500 words long: perfect for your iPhone or other mobile eReader. 


"Toys for Twats" is a scintillatingly hot tale of sex, and is not intended for minors...or the faint of heart. 


EXCERPT


I stand on the accelerator, and my Beetle coughs gravel from beneath its tires as it swerves out onto the road. By the time I'm a few miles away, the adrenaline is wearing off, and shock is setting in. My hands, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white, start to shake. My breath comes in short, ragged pants. I start to cry.

Minutes later, I find myself crying in a McDonald's parking lot at seven in the evening. My boyfriend, my Eric, is thousands of miles away on business. I haven't seen him for days. Haven't kissed him, hugged him, held him, slept with him...nothing. I haven't tasted his come, haven't shaken my ass for him as I saunter to the bathroom on our lunch breaks. I haven't been fucked in so long that I'm not even sure I remember what it feels like. How could I have ever thought that having sex with him was a chore? How could I ever have complained about the taste of his love in my mouth, the salty, bitter tang of Eric's gift to me as I knelt on the floor at his feet and called him Sir?

I must've been crazy.

And now I still have three days to go -- three whole days before I'll be full of my Eric again. Three whole days with no satisfaction, no joy, no love. Three whole days with an empty cunny, and I know right then that I won't make it. No way I can make it. Maybe I can't bring myself to have an affair, but there's no way in h e double hockey sticks that I can go the next three days without an orgasm, without a release.

Besides, I don't want Eric to come home and find me a wreck, do I? Would he want to be with somebody that weak? Would he want to be with somebody who couldn't spend a week by herself without falling apart?

When I collect myself, I go through the drive through and get a cup of coffee to wash the taste of beer and some strange man's kisses out of my mouth. By the time I get home, I feel a little better. The idea that I can't make it until Sunday evening, that I can't go that long feeling this empty, has not left me...but I've decided that I can't cheat on Eric. I can't do that to him. If I did, every time I looked at him I'd see that other man, and I refuse to spend the rest of my life regretting a stupid decision made in a desperate moment.

No, there has to be some other way. There has to be.

I fall asleep with those words in my mind. Next morning, I wake up with the answer.