I Hope

For so long I’d lusted after a piece of Tantus silicone.

I’d heard wonderful things about the company and the products. I’d heard about other people getting to try out their products. I was guilty of extreme envy.

And then finally I was able to request the this red dildo as a review toy.

It arrived this morning, and for the past several hours, I’ve not been able to keep my hands off of it. It’s standing at attention next to me even as I write this. Every few moments I have to stop and caress it. My eyes are drawn to it.

Right after I unwrapped it, I gave it a thorough washing in the sink. Honestly, the washing I gave it was probably just a bit more than thorough. I lathered it up with lots of slippery liquid soap, stroking both of my hands up and down the shaft. I couldn’t stop stroking washing it; even when it was definitely, clearly, most emphatically clean, I was incapable of taking my hands off its slick veined surface.

When I sat it next to the sink, I discovered another quality of the toy that I hope is real and not just an illusion created by my sex-addled brain. Although it doesn’t have a suction cup on the base, the silicone material allowed it to stick pretty firmly to the countertop.

Wow. This opens up such possibilities in my mind. Can I perch the toy on the edge of my bathtub and fuck myself silly on it? I can’t wait to try.

I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free woman can feel, a free woman at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.

I hope I can make the Tantus stay put so I can fuck it.

I hope to see stars, and gush all over the place.

I hope the Tantus is as stiff as it has been in my dreams.

I hope.

(please, please forgive me)