Anastasia rolled in her bed, rubbing the fading dream from her eyes. As quickly as it faded, the memory of what day it had become filled her thoughts. She sighed, wishing she could slip back into her slumber and it would simply never come. But there was no way she was missing it.
She kicked off her blankets and shuffled to her feet. Her long scraggily dark hair, especially chaotic from a fitful night, obscured her blurred vision. Her hand felt around her night stand for her glasses. She slipped them on and sleepily waddled from her room.
“Morning, Ana!” Natalie shouted from the kitchen. Anastasia gave her a wave with a single groggy eye cracked open.
Natalie had short red hair in the back, with sharp long strands to border her face and bangs. She wore a loose T-shirt with the soft outline of her bra clasping her much larger than average chest, and some short pajama shorts.
They had been friends since high school. An unlikely pairing to say the least, but Anastasia was happy for it. Natalie was a bit of an airhead, but she couldn’t ask to be adopted by a kinder extrovert.
“I made some breakfast.” Natalie pushed a plate across their kitchen island. “And by made, I mean microwaved a Costco muffin.” Anastasia took a seat at one of the bar stools they had grabbed off the sidewalk. The duct tape over tears in their leather didn’t affect their comfort.
“Thanks,” She picked up the blueberry muffin, tearing out a small chunk with her fingers and tossing it in her mouth.
“How ya feelin’?” Anastasia didn’t respond, besides a sigh and slumped shoulders. “Yeah, I figured…” Natalie continued. “How’s Hazel handling it?”
“Better than me,” Anastasia peeled off another chunk of muffin. “It makes sense for her to be excited, she’s getting her own lab and everything. And I’m happy for her, I am. It’s just… I just wish it was closer.”
“I know. But with the research she’s starting, even if it was closer, she’d have no free time for you,” Anastasia shot a daggered glance at her friend, who quickly realized her comfort had missed the mark. “N-not that it makes it any easier. Breakups still suck.”
Anastasia pushed the rest of her muffin to the side, slumping down to the cool linoleum countertop. They had only been dating for a semester. Should this really be so hard on her? Of course, it didn’t help that they were still connected. Anastasia rubbed her thighs together, taking in the absence in her crotch. She almost wished she wasn’t getting it back in a few hours.
“Don’t you need to get going?” Natalie broke Anastasia from her thoughts. She looked at the clock. She only had a half hour until her first final. She couldn’t stay wallowing all day.
If it wasn’t finals week, Anastasia would have been skipping. But she drew the short straw, and had all her finals filling up the last day Hazel would be in town. With only an hour break as the longest stretch between finals, she would have to spend all day on campus. Hazel had finished all her finals earlier in the week, but she was trying to stick around long enough for one last goodbye. But she was carpooling with the other soon-to-be researchers in her lab, so it wasn’t guaranteed.
Anastasia threw on some casual clothes. She didn’t bother with a bra, having hardly any assets to support in the first place. She grabbed her backpack and made her way towards campus. Funnily enough, the subject of her final didn’t cross her mind even once.
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Ding dong.
Natalie had finished all her finals on the first day of finals week. Being one of the lucky few to have them all scheduled right at the start, she had been lounging on the couch, lazily doomscrolling.
She hopped up from the couch and made her way to the door.
“Hazel?” Natalie greeted her. She was a taller girl with brown hair. She had straight cut bangs, as if a butcher had chopped them clean with his cleaver. The rest of her hair was pulled over one shoulder in a loose braid. She was wearing a small oval shaped pair of glasses, a knitted sage cardigan, and some jeans. In her arms was a small cardboard box.
“Hey Natalie, is Ana around?”
“Uhh, no, sorry, she had an 8am. Did you need something?”
“No no, I was just gonna come by to see her and drop off some of her things she left at my place.” She extended her arms, offering the box.
“Oh okay, yeah I can make sure she gets this.” Natalie took the box.
“Thanks. Anyways, I should probably get going, still have a bit of packing to get done.”
“Yeah of course, thanks for stopping by, and congrats on the lab.”
“Thank you!” Natalie closed the door as Hazel turned to leave. She placed the box on the table. It was partially open. It looked like it contained mostly toiletries. Extra tooth brush, some bath bombs, things like that. She pulled out her phone and sent Anastasia a quick text.
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Anastasia pushed open the door from her classroom. The crowd of her classmates funneling out behind her ushered her through the hallway. She slipped into an alcove, escaping the stream of students. She took a seat on a bench, sighing with relief as a semester of work slipped into her rearview. She pulled out her phone. She had a text from Natalie.
Hazel swung by and dropped off a box of your things. You want it in your room?
Anastasia quickly replied.
A box of stuff? I didn’t realize I left anything.
It only took a moment for Natalie to respond.
Looks like toiletries and such?
Anastasia smiled, but it quickly faded. Hazel was always so thoughtful. But if she was being honest, the last thing she wanted to do was look through a box of useless stuff that just reminded her of Hazel. She already had duplicates of all that stuff in her own apartment.
Throw it out. I have all that stuff already. I don’t wanna sort through it.
You mind if I look through it then? I wouldn’t say no to some free bathbombs lol
Sure. Toss whatever you don’t want.
Sounds good. Final go well?
Yeah.
Natalie stared at her phone for a moment, before pocketing it. Anastasia was never a particularly enthusiastic person, but even so, her texts felt depressed. Maybe she could do something to cheer her up? She pinned the thought for later and grabbed the box. She opened its partially closed flaps and began sorting.
Most of it seemed redundant. It made sense. Anastasia probably just bought duplicates of whatever she used at home so she didn’t need to bring things back and forth. Natalie pocketed the bathbombs, but the things like the nearly empty face lotion and second tooth brush didn’t seem worth taking. She continued sorting through until there was only one thing left at the bottom of the box. It looked like a compact powder case. Anastasia didn’t wear makeup though, did something of Hazel's get in there by mistake?
Natalie grabbed the circular container for a closer look. Unlike the other containers she had, there was no makeup label or brand name on it. She grabbed the case and twisted it open. Her jaw dropped. Appearing from nowhere was a small, flaccid cock.
Natalie covered her gaping mouth with a hand, trying to hide her growing smile from the empty room. She read the inner side of the lid: Porta-Penis. On the go fun! Self cleaning, Discretely sized!
If this was Anastasia’s toy, she doubted she would have let Natalie search through her things. So was this one of Hazel’s toys that got in there by mistake?
She giggled to herself. Something about this felt incredibly exciting. Of course she knew Hazel must touch herself on her own. It was even obvious the first time Anastasia had sex with her, since she came home beaming ear to ear and comically evasive. But seeing the evidence of it was something else. It made it far more real.
She felt like she had a sneak peak into Hazel’s diary. Natalie was by no means a prude. She had her fair share of toys. But she had never thought of getting a portable dildo. Was Hazel’s sex drive really so high, she couldn’t go a single trip without some fun? Needed the travel sized dildo to compliment her toothbrush and shampoo? No wonder Anastasia is so attached, Natalie joked to herself.
Natalie thought about shooting her a text, but ended up thinking better of it. Hazel was about to start some very high paying research. If Natalie was her, she’d rather buy a new portable dildo than have the “hey I think I found your sex toy, you want it back?” conversation with her ex’s roommate.
Still, wasn’t this dildo a little small? Natalie grabbed its plastic base and lifted it for a better view. She grabbed it gently between her index finger and thumb.
“Woah!” It squished gently beneath the pressure. It felt shockingly real. She wiggled her fingers back and forth. Its material was so soft and malleable, it was intoxicating. But how could you fuck yourself with this? It was far too soft. Was it more of a fidget toy than a sex toy?
Natalie felt the cock pulse ever so slightly. With each pulse, the cock shifted, growing a tiny fraction each time.
“Nooo way,” Natalie whispered through a smile. She began softly rubbing up and down the cock, feeling it grow inch by inch. This thing was crazy! She had never seen a dildo like this before! But given Hazel’s scientific prowess, it made sense that she’d have the fanciest toys around.
She continued playing with the cock, massaging it and trailing fingers across it. She felt her own inner scientist begin to emerge. Did it grow at a set rate, or would different types of stimulation make it grow different amounts?
Natalie blushed. Should she really do this? It used to be Hazel’s toy. She debated to herself as she held to dildo close to her, watching it softly twitch. It was self cleaning, so no issue there. And since it would be so embarrassing for Hazel to try to return it, the alternative would just be throwing it away. Was there really any harm?
She brought the dildo to her face, and gave it a lick. The moment her tongue pulled away, the dildo bounced more aggressively than it had before. Was it seriously responding to different types of stimulation?!
Natalie wrapped her lips around its tip, slowly taking the entire shaft into her mouth. She could feel it twitching against her tongue. It even felt warm. This thing was incredible!
Natalie ran her tongue against the underside of the dildo. The dildo was still only a few inches, so she had no problem keeping the entire shaft in her throat. She twisted it in her mouth, licking aggressively all the while.
She kept expecting the cock to grow deeper down her throat, but no matter how much she sucked it, it seemed to stay the same length. Was this really the biggest it got?
She pulled the cock from her lips. It was rock hard, even a few throbbing veins visible. It was barely even four inches. Wasn’t that a little small for a dildo? Maybe it could only get so big since it was a portable, travel dildo?
Natalie twisted the dildo around in the air, studying every part of it. Maybe it listed the end size on it somewhere? After a few moments of analysis, Natalie noticed a small switch on the underside of the case. On one side it said “Enabled,” and the other, “Disabled.” It was switched to Disabled.
Natalie switched the flip, studying the dildo as she did. It didn’t seem like anything really changed. Maybe it started bouncing more? She flipped the switch back to “disabled”. Did it start bouncing even more? She flipped it back and forth a few times. It still continued to bounce frantically, regardless of which option it was on. Maybe the bouncing was unrelated? Or did she break something?
She left it on disabled as she watched. Over time, the bouncing began to slow, and a heavy stream of liquid leaked from the tip.
“No way!!” Natalie squealed. This thing makes its own lube?! She noticed a vey subtle salty flavor while she was sucking, but she thought it was in her own head. Imagining it from how realistic the dildo felt between her lips.
Natalie shook her head, refocusing on the thought at hand. She checked out the switch again.
Maybe there was a bluetooth add-on or something, where it could sync to other toys? Natalie gave the box a quick search. There was nothing else in there.
Oh well, Natalie thought to herself. I shouldn’t be that greedy. Natalie gave the switch a few more flips. The bouncing didn’t return. It definitely must have been unrelated. Unless she broke something?
I’ll just leave it how it was. I don’t want to cause any problems if it's looking for a toy that isn’t there or something. It was working perfectly, so might as well not mess with it. She double checked it was left on “Disabled”, then placed the dildo down on the coffee table.
Natalie sat on the couch. It was in the middle of their shared living room, but she knew Anastasia wouldn’t be back until late from her finals.
She quickly stripped off her shirt. She shifted back and forth in her seat as she wiggled her pajama shorts and panties past her butt, before excitedly leaning back and kicking them off her feet. She grabbed the dildo, slowly licking up its shaft as she slid a hand down between her legs. Her smile widened as her tongue reached the tip, feeling a spurt of liquid leak out of the cock and drip to her tongue.
Natalie was easily wet enough to use the dildo already. She knew she didn’t need any more lube. But she just had to play around with this.
She took a finger and slowly ran it up the cock. With the gentle pressure, the moment her finger reached the tip of the dildo, a small bead of liquid appeared. She shook her head with awe. What an incredible toy! She dabbed her finger in the liquid, then rubbed gentle circles just below the head of the dildo for a few moments, before making another slow rub up its entire shaft. Another bead of liquid.
Natalie continued, rubbing gentle strokes up its shaft over and over. Once there was enough liquid to wet two fingers comfortably, she would upgrade. The added stimulation seemed to ramp up the dildo’s production. As the dildo became more and more slick, Natalie continued to add fingers. Until finally, the entire dildo was slathered in its lube, and she could easily grip it with her full hand, stroking over and over as she milked out more and more lube.
“This thing is so fucking cool!” Natalie beamed. It really was the ideal travel dildo! It came with the dildo and lube all in one? Even if she somehow wasn’t wet enough to take it, she didn’t need a bottle of lube anymore. Simply “warm it up”, and it would lube itself! Guess there was only one more thing to try…
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Most of Anastasia's finals were in the same building. It was a massive student center separated into dozens upon dozens of classrooms. Its first floor had a Starbucks and a Subway for students, and there were dozens of study lounges throughout the building. Each longue had one large glass window to see if the room was occupied, and was relatively soundproof. This let students get their own quiet area to work or study on campus, alongside food if they needed it. It was a pretty fancy setup that Anastasia was quite thankful for. It made spending hours on campus between classes and tests relatively painless, rather than needing to walk home only to immediately walk back.
Anastasia finished paying for her coffee. She took a seat in the shared tables between the two food establishments and pulled out her books. She was sure she could pass her remaining finals with her eyes closed. But she could use the distraction to pass the time, so she might as well study.
She had only made it a few sentences in, when her eyes suddenly froze. Her thighs clenched slightly. She smiled, resting a hand on the crotch of her pants. Hazel must have decided she wanted to play some.
Anastasia pulled out her phone. She pulled up Hazel’s contact, and sent a text.
Couldn’t wait for tonight, huh?
Their breakup was purely logistical, so they had decided Hazel could keep Anastasia’s portal until tonight, where they were going to be together one last time before returning the portal. She smiled at the thought that Hazel couldn’t wait till then.
Maintaining her composure was a challenge, but luckily Hazel was taking it significantly slower than usual. Her gentle strokes were just enough to keep Anastasia’s focus completely dialed into the sensations, and nothing more.
There was a brief pause, and then a wonderfully hot sensation slid up her shaft. Anastasia closed her eyes with a sudden, pleasurable breath. Then her cock disappeared into a heavenly warmth on all sides.
Her knees knocked together. She folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them as if she was resting, giving her face a little privacy. She bit her lip in a wide smile, resisting the urge to buck her hips.
Perhaps it was from inexperience, but Anastasia was quite premature. During most of their nights together, the stimulation to make her hard was barely less than the amount that made her cum. Hazel was fairly quick herself, but on her own, Anastasia couldn’t seem to last quite long enough for them to cum together.
Luckily, the portal system they used had a solution to this. There was a switch which would either enable or disable her ability to cum. This let Hazel use her for long enough to start cumming herself, then she would simply switch the flip and let Anastasia cum as well.
The only downside was that brief period between when she hit the edge and when the switch was flipped to allow her to cum. The few moments trapped on the edge were almost maddening. It felt like every fiber of her being was screaming to cum, but she just couldn’t grasp it. Every tiny stimulation made her more and more aroused, making her need to escape the edge grow and grow. But until Hazel flipped the switch, there was nothing she could do but squirm in the overwhelming pleasure.
A part of her loved it, actually. The pleasure was so overwhelming. And every moment she didn’t cum, it made her crave the pleasure even more. Crave the torment as the tool to finally push her over. And when Hazel did finally flip the switch, the relief she felt finally being allowed to cum, alongside the knowledge that she lasted long enough to make Hazel cum? It was paradise.
A minute passed. Then another. And another. Anastasia had been fully hard for a while now. Why wasn’t Hazel stopping? Why wasn’t she using her to cum? She couldn’t hold it anymore!
Anastasia’s breath started shaking. The warm heavenly onslaught was relentless, swirling around her cock in a continuous wave. Anastasia felt herself rush to the edge and slam against the familiar synthetic wall. She barely suppressed a moan as the stimulation continued. Another minute. And another. And another.
Anastasia could barely keep her body from shaking. She bit into her arm, stopping her breath altogether, lest her moans would escape with it. What the hell was she doing?! Hazel knew how sensitive she was! Why wasn’t she stopping?!
Her eyes peaked up from her arm, barely able to steady them on her phone. No new messages. Anastasia’s thighs were beginning to burn.
It finally stopped. After what felt like hours. The stimulation stopped, but after being driven so far past the edge, she still felt herself pressing against the wall, fighting to get through. Then suddenly, the wall disappeared.
Anastasia nearly screamed. Her hips shook despite her best efforts to stop them as she felt herself slipping past the edge. She could feel her cock begin to bounce as her body pushed itself over despite no stimulation. She gripped into her frazzled hair like a safety rope, trying to keep herself still as she began to–
The synthetic wall slammed back into her. This time a groan escaped as her back hunched in aching convulsions. Her cock thrashed in protest. She was there! She was right there! She had it! What the hell was Hazel doing!? Was she trying to kill her!?
Then the wall disappeared again. She hadn’t been touched in so long, but after having her orgasm ripped from her fingers, she was still right there. Her body tingled as she felt herself slipping back towards her orgasm.
And then the wall reappeared. Back and forth. Back and forth. Anastasia’s knees pressed against the underside of the table as her body curled into a fetal position, trying to compress the void of her crotch from every angle. As if that would solve anything.
After a seemingly endless dance with the wall, Anastasia finally dropped off the edge. Her body refused to accept it, still tensing every muscle until exhaustion finally won over. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and she felt a surge of precum leak from her cock and dribble down her shaft.
Hazel was definitely trying to kill her. She pushed herself off the table, hardly able to steady her shaking legs. She looked around. She knew she had convulsed some. Groaned some. Her face was flush as she looked for anyone who might have noticed. There were no eyes on her, but she knew that didn’t mean no one saw. She had to get to a study lounge, at least those were sound proof. She flipped her backpack over her shoulder and began her unsteady trek.
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Natalie leaned back on the couch. She grabbed the dildo, biting her lip slightly as she spread her legs. She lowered the dildo, pressing it gently against her clit. She moaned, letting her head roll back over the back of the couch. With how much lube soaked the dildo, it felt like magic as it slid across her clit. She ran it back and forth, slowly bucking her hips to match the pacing of her hand, grinding up and down the entire length of the dildo’s underside.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Natalie gently pressed the slathered tip against her lips, and slowly pressed it inside.
“Oh fuckkk,” She moaned, squeezing down around the dildo as it slid within her. Inch by inch, she continued to take it until she felt its balls press against her entrance. She let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction, before sliding it out again.
She took her time, slowly fucking herself. Making sure to pull out all the way to the tip, and press deep enough to feel its balls. It was a little small, but Natalie hardly cared. Something about it felt so real. The way its outer material shifted slightly across its firm structure. Length didn’t matter. It was the best dildo she’d ever used!
With every thrust the dildo’s head would press against her g-spot, making her toes curl as it slipped past, and further wetting her hunger for the next thrust. She paced herself. She normally took awhile to cum, but something about this dildo made her feel like she could cum instantly. But she didn’t want that. She wanted to enjoy it.
Her hips pressed into the air as she spread her legs as wide as they went. She gripped into her chest, kneading its weighty heft as she moaned, moving her focus to her nipple. She rolled her head in pleasure, letting herself relax into it like a well deserved spa day. Every nerve tingled with satisfaction.
–
Anastasia had barely made it to the study lounge when she felt a euphoric sensation slide across the bottom of her cock. Her legs nearly bucked as she pressed the door closed, quickly sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the single large table in the center of the room.
She moaned as the sensation slid up and down her cock. She was so sensitive. She had never felt such an overwhelming desire to cum. She hadn’t realized it was possible. Her entire body quivered with need as the tantalizing sensation dances across her skin.
“Hazeeeel,” Anastasia whined under her breath. She had never been so relentless before! She pulled out her phone, barely able to focus through the sensations.
1 new message
She opened it.
Yeah, sorry Ana! I thought we might leave this evening, but it looks like people wanted to get there sooner than later, so I’m already on the road. I’m really sorry we won’t get to see each other tonight, but maybe that’ll make it easier on us… I’ll be visiting in a few weeks though, so maybe we can get some food or something then and catch up.
What the hell was she talking about? She’s already on the road?! Was she doing this to her with an audience? What the hell was happening?! She can’t just take her cock with her!
Anastasia was barely able to type. Holding back her soft moans fell to the wayside as her focus shifted to typing. She was in a soundproof room afterall.
You already left? You can’t just take my… thing
She dropped her phone to the table, squeezing it for comfort as her free hand slipped between her legs. She popped the button on her pants and slipped inside, desperately rubbing the metal which replaced her crotch.
Her phone buzzed
I know, silly! Don’t worry, I dropped it off at your apartment earlier today with Natalie. I hid it under all your toiletries and stuff so she wouldn’t see it! 👍
She what!? Then how is–...
Anastasia’s face burned hot as realization hit her like a train. Suddenly she felt her cock press against something, before slowly slipping into dizzying pleasure.
“Oh fuckkk!” Anastasia whimpered, unsure if it was from shock, embarrassment, or pleasure. Her breath went jagged as she pressed against the edge. She slipped in and out of heaven at an unbearable pace, forced to experience the fullness of every sensation trying to push her past the unpassable edge.
“Oh godgodgodgod fuckkk!” She buried her head against the desk, sliding her knees against the underside of the table as her body squirmed and fought for escape. Her heavy breaths got progressively more so, filling the room with whimpered moans as she fought tooth and nail to keep them from escaping its walls.
She was going to die. She was definitely going to die. Knowing someone besides Hazel had her cock made every sensation feel painfully new. As if it was her first time all over again. Her mind melted from the pleasure as time slowed into nothing. The slow, torturous thrusts swirled with her newfound knowledge into a potion of pure desperation. Whether desperation to cum or desperation to stop, she couldn’t tell.
She couldn’t tell how long it’d been. Words and thoughts escaped her altogether as she devolved into nothing but need. Her hips shook and bucked in insatiable fervency. But no matter how great her desire, the device would not allow it.
–
Finally, Natalie allowed herself to begin to speed up. Her thrusted hips began to rock faster and faster. Her toes gripped into the couch cushions. Her moans grew heavier and heavier, taking full advantage of the empty house.
“Yessss,” Natalie let out a guttural moan. Her body began to shake as convulsions washed over her. Her steady rhythm shifted to jagged bursts of pleasure as she clenched around the dildo with each wave of ecstacy. She buried the dildo completely inside her, clenching her thighs around it as her body latched on to the pleasure. Her vision faded for a moment.
“Oh fuck,” She whispered, letting her head tumble across her shoulders as it rolled limp. Her entire body buzzed. She hadn’t cum like that in ages. In fact, had she ever cum like that on her own? She spread a wide smile as she sighed, resting her eyes as she marinated in the satisfaction.
She reached down, letting out a soft breath as she slowly slid out the dildo. It was bouncing frantically. Leaking drop after drop of lube as it dribbled down its pulsing shaft.
“This thing is so fucking cool,” Natalie giggled. “It’s like it's trying to be its own little vibrator too with all the bouncing!” She couldn’t feel it much when it was inside, but it was still a cool thought.
–
Anastasia’s fingertips went white as she gripped the table with all she could muster. Her other hand rubbed frantically against the metal as her hips thrashed.
“Pleeease!!!” Anastasia whimpered as the pleasure went faster and faster. “I can’t take it!!” Faster and faster. Faster and faster. Until suddenly the pleasure was jagged as it clenched around her, over and over. Anastasia knew what that meant.
“Mnnfggg!” She cried, letting out jolting convulsions against the table, trying to syphon off the pleasure of the orgasm happening around her. Her hand slid up under her shirt, clawing desperately at her modest chest, leaving streaks in her skin. With each convulsion she felt around her, she needed her own even more. As the convulsions slowed, Anastasia’s hips quickened.
Never. She had never experienced being submerged in an orgasm without one of her own. Each signal of the surrounding ecstasy only reminded her body that she should be experiencing it herself. A habitual association so deep she could almost force the orgasm. But only almost.
Once the squeezing convulsions stopped entirely, Anastasia crumpled in on herself, nearly tumbling from her seat to the floor as her body cried out in a desperate defeat. Her cock was slowly slid from the concoction of heavenly hell. She could feel her cock thrash through a defiant tantrum, dribbles of precum teasing her skin as they trailed down her shaft.
–
Natalie grabbed the cap from the coffee table and slowly pressed it down on the still throbbing dildo, before screwing the cap into place. Once again, it looked like a little makeup case. A small green light popped up on the outside of the case, along with some green glowing text. Cleaning in progress.
Natalie hadn’t even realized there was a spot for a light or text. When they were off, the case looked like one piece of solid plastic.
“Very incognito!” Natalie laughed. She twirled the case in her hand. “Forget just using this thing when traveling, this is definitely my new favorite toy. I bet I could get addicted to this thing…”
She made her way to her room, leaving her clothes sprawled across the living room floor. She loved being naked. If she lived alone, she would never wear clothes. But since she didn’t, she would have to settle for making use of the time when Anastasia was out of the house. She opened the drawer of her night stand, taking out all of her underwear. She pulled open a false bottom, revealing her diary and a few vibrators, handcuffs, and an assortment of some other toys. She placed the little makeup case inside, dropped the false bottom back in place, refilled the drawer, and pushed it closed.
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Wow, sorry that break ended up being so long!! After a break for family, I'm not sure why my idea was to do a full character sheet and a full chapter, but that took awhile to outline and create haha. I didn't mean to not post any new nsfw content for such a long time! Hopefully this was worth the wait though!!