You’ve got this.

You can get a girl off. Right? How hard could it be? As you continue to finger your clit, the sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt. The need is primal, almost painful in its intensity. You're surprised by how wet you are, soaking the chair beneath you. The fabric sticks to your skin, leaving you feeling even more exposed and ****. Your hood is like a velvety shrine, shielding the sensitive nub beneath, which pulses witha every breath you take.

You look about for something that looks like a cock. Fingers won’t cut it. Wait. You remember you found a strange box full of kinky shit that you’d been too scared to explore. There was fetish stuff in there. Your uncle was a kinky guy.

You wiggle your way over to the box and peek inside. There's a dildo that looks about right. It's not flesh-colored, thankfully, but a shiny chrome that seems to pulse with your need. You pick it up, feeling the weight of it in your hand. It's cold, but it's the closest thing to the real deal you're going to get right now. You start it. It buzzes then dies. Dead batteries! Fuck! You need batteries.