Stay a while.

Heading over to the bed, you plop yourself down Indian style onto its soft mattress. Setting aside the Polaroid, you examine the strange wood carving Amy left you and let yourself feel confused and awestruck at the same time.

"I wonder how they carved this?" You ask no one in particular. "Must've taken years!"

Looking at all the intricacies of the wand, you can't help but feel aroused at the scenes depicted. A goat legged man eating out and fucking two girls, a beefy man having airborne sex with a female angel, a bizarre octopus-like creature inserting its tentacles into a trio of women, the three women though look as if they are impaling themselves on the tentacles on purpose, sporting fierce and determined visages.

What you always return to though is the finely sculpted woman crowning the entire wand. You never tire of looking at the small lithe curves, smooth skin and angelic face. You bring the wooden statue close to your face for an even closer look. The little woman looked even better close up, so much so you give in to your need to place a kiss on the sculpture's lips.

Your mouth closes over the statues face and you give it a sensual peck. To your surprise you feel a pair of tiny lips kiss back.

"What the hell!" You exclaim, pulling the wand from your mouth.

You examine it again, looking for anything that might have made you feel the tiny, delicate sensations on your lips. Bringing the head to your face once more you scrutinize every facet of her lovely mask. The statue then gives you a wink.

"AHHH!" You scream, throwing down the wand and tipping yourself over as you do. Your back lands on the floor with a light thud, sending a short spike of pain through you. Of course it doesn't stop you from scampering over to a side table and hiding behind it.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod, THAT DIDN'T JUST HAPPEN!" You scream to yourself. Unbelievably, you feel hot and damp between your legs. A quick inspection with your hand sends another jolt of sensations through you. This time it was a pleasure shot, climaxing the instant you touch your sensitive flesh.

"Great," you sigh, slumping back into the table. "I'm scared out of my mind and horny as fuck, what is that thing?"