Look for something stronger

I needed something stronger to get me over the edge this time. I sprung from the bed and like a bitch in heat I began searching my mom’s bedroom for some sort of sex toy. With each stride across the room, my slick juices dripped out of me sticking to the inside of my leg, slowly drying out from the cool bedroom air.

“Where the hell is it?” I muttered, as the warming sensations continued to grow inside me. I was sure there was a vibrator in here somewhere, I could have sworn I used to hear some sort of vibrating noises coming from my mom’s room late at night in the past. I b-lined for her nightstands and bent down to open my mom's bedside table. But the drawer was empty, and the only thing I found were some old magazines, some ointments, and some knick-knacks. I tried under the bed, hoping for some sort of shoe box stache but the only thing I saw was a rogue sock.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I muttered as I became more and more ****. Pushing my off the bed, I stood up and tried to think, my mind was racing. It seemed like my mom was thorough enough not to leave it in a place where it could be found.

There must be something. The bathroom? No, that was a dead end. The living room? She’d never kept anything there.

I decided to try my luck with the bathroom with the hopes that I might find a hairbrush handle or electric toothbrush that can double as my new friend.

I walked into the bathroom and headed straight to the vanity drawers hoping to find some sort of escape. As I yanked the bottom drawer open my heart skipped a beat when I spotted the sleek black case tucked in the corner. It was one of those muscle massage guns. My mom must have bought it months ago, determined to work out the knots in her back, but it had quickly become another forgotten gadget.