I know where you are, you cheeky thing. Lying within those plastic folds of never ending pleasure. Waiting for the next session.

Do you know how I need you? How my body heaves with your delicate touch?

No one knows about you, my plastic friend.

Ah, there you are. Sitting quietly as I caress those kinky grooves.

So essential to us both. Your buzzing voice drives me crazy sometimes.

At other times it makes me weep.

Shall we enjoy ourselves now? Or wait perhaps, until the moon sets over a stormy sky?

My body heaves with expectation of the pleasure to come. Oh I don’t know. Such a fleeting thing really.

Let me put you away in that shiny box. Put you to bed, as I roll naked between silken sheets. Oh, my breasts do hurt this night.

Perhaps too much of a good thing?

My mutual friend sleeps now.

As shall I.