No, Blaze Is Gone...But She's Left Something Behind

It was still dark when Lois Lane awoke.

Alone.

She lay beneath the sheet, naked and cool in the darkness. Her hand slid across the spot where Blaze should have lay...it was still warm...and then Lois grimaced. Still wet, too.

With a sigh, the tired reporter sat up and threw off the sheets. Dried sweat made her skin itch, and the sheets reeked of sex. The reporter could feel the sticky mess her pussy was too. She desperately needed a shower...and to change the sheets on the bed, maybe even flip the mattress.

It had been a long time since the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had had sex. She had forgotten how energized it made her...and how sore her muscles got. Her pussy had taken a serious beating, and ached in that familiar and not entirely unpleasant way. Lois could feel the strain in her thighs and abs, too. As she pulled the sheets off the bed, she wondered if she should just take them down to the laundromat now, while everyone in the building was asleep, and maybe go for an early morning run...

The reporter had gotten the cum-stained sheets in a basket and carried it into the kitchen when she found Blaze's gift waiting for her on the table.

The dildo was red as fresh blood on parchment, with a swollen sack beneath, and ended in a large suction cup. The reporter had good reason to know that it was modeled from life. Beneath it was a note, scratched on a square of parchment.

Lois,
When you use my gift, think of me. It will help you with what is to come.
XXX
Blaze

Lois grunted in the back of her throat. It was probably for the best. She was already determined to never tell Superman about the events of tonight. They were too different, and they had fun...

The reporter stared at the dildo. Her pussy, still gummy with Blaze's spunk, suddenly itched. That happened sometimes...and Lois realized she still hadn't had a shower yet. Maybe the laundry could wait...