Fiction: A Very Special Dildo

Once upon a time, there was a very special dildo named Roy. Made out of transparent Pyrex, Roy looked like a delicate glass sculpture dedicated to phallic imagery rather than the hard fucking tool he really was. He had many textured ribs along the length of his form. His shape was curved to reach those very special places. On his tip were many stimulating bumps designed for a woman’s pleasure. Roy was solid, dependable and filled a cunt just as a good dildo should.

Roy was owned by a woman named Ellen. She was a kind owner. She treated all her toys with care. She kissed her toys and gave them names, and during a few personally lonely weeks, she made sure to give each toy equal time, for she could not stand the thought of even a sex toy being neglected. Ellen cared for her sex toys as she wished her lovers cared for her.

One night, Ellen took Roy into the shower. She needed to wash, and it had occurred to her that Roy could use a cleaning, too. And if Roy should happen to get clean, get dirty and then get clean again, there are worse things for a single woman to do alone in her shower.

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Roy was placed high up in the handy shampoo tray that hung below Ellen’s showerhead. Ellen started with her hair. No matter what happened tonight, she wanted to make sure her hair got clean, at least. She turned around and tilted her head back into the falling water.

That was when tragedy struck.

Her hands brushed Roy, and because shampoo trays are meant to hold shampoo and not dildos with textured ribs, specially designed curved bodies and stimulating bumps for her pleasure, Roy fell out. He tumbled down, down, down onto the ceramic bathtub, and because he was a very special dildo, when he shattered, none of the three sharp heavy pieces cut Ellen.

Ellen screamed. Ellen groaned. Ellen dried off and cleaned. Late that night, she even cried.

As for Roy, he stayed shattered and broken.

But that is not the end of Roy’s story.

Maybe it was the Pyrex, which most people will agree is a strange and wonderful material for a sex toy. Maybe it was the cooperation of certain stars and planets aligning in special ways. Or maybe Ellen’s last boyfriend had been right and Ellen really did have a magic pussy. Whatever the reason, one year later, to the night, Roy came back to life in that very same bathtub.

He wasn’t made of Pyrex anymore. He was made of that weird not quite solid material ghosts are made of. He was immaterial enough to go through walls but solid enough to stretch a willing cunt. Roy was warm now, and whether that was because he had returned from heaven or from hell was something for others to debate. The important thing to know is that Roy was back, and he had missed Ellen very much.

But there was a problem that Roy wasn’t aware of. Being a simple sex toy returned from the disembodied, he couldn’t begin to fathom that Ellen had picked up a new job that had moved her across state. He didn’t understand that right at this very moment, she was playing with another sex toy, named Peter, in a much larger bathroom hundreds of miles away. Poor Roy didn’t know that although he had not been forgotten, he had certainly been replaced.

All Roy knew was that he needed to fuck Ellen. Being a sex toy with textured ribs, a specially designed curved body and stimulating bumps for her pleasure, Roy could not just passively float around and haunt an apartment shower forever.

Which is a good thing, because the current apartment renter, Ms. Frieda Panders, would must likely have gotten a tingling in her underpants and died of pure fright if she’d ever seen a sex toy as lovely as Roy. Truth be told, Frieda had a lot of issues and would need her own incident of magical intervention to change her life around, but that’s another story.

So Roy did what any resurrected sex toy would do, and he began to search for his beloved Ellen. His new ghostly form gave him the power of flight, but due to the strange rules that govern revived sex toys, he could not leave the bathtub. Or rather, he had to stay in a bathtub, but he was free to travel from bathtub to bathtub and he didn’t have to travel physically.

With a “pop!” and a little shower of ectoplasm, Roy appeared in another bathtub. This bathtub was occupied, and Roy became very excited. Could he have found Ellen already?

Well, here’s the thing. Even very special sex toys — with textured ribs, a specially designed curved body and stimulating bumps for her pleasure — don’t have eyes. They don’t have noses, and needless to say, they don’t have ears. All they really have is a very special sense of touch and the ability to find the nearest cat hair and somehow get it on them. To find out whether he had found Ellen, Roy was going to have to get personal.

He never made it to the pussy. The person he had found slapped him away. She didn’t seem to appreciate having a spectral dildo appear and try to invade her naughty parts. Roy was unused to violence and so he popped! away to another bathroom. He wasn’t discouraged, because well, a toy like him could go on forever.

In fact, the very next bathtub he appeared in happened to belong to a woman very much like Ellen. Her name was Gina, and what she lacked in physical similarity to Ellen she made up for in sexual appetite. In particular, she had a certain innate appreciation for a very special sex toy with textured ribs, a specially designed curved body and stimulating bumps for her pleasure.

So when Roy appeared beside Gina, the woman was not afraid. Due to a rather mean-spirited breakup that had happened just the previous week, Gina was a bit on the sexually frustrated side. Any other day, she might have run screaming from her shower, but on this night, she found herself thinking that there really was a guardian angel for the sexually lonely. Roy looked like an answer to desperate prayers mumbled under inadequate showerheads.

Gina grabbed Roy very gently and guided him an even gentler place. In and up he slipped, filled her quite nicely with his ectoplasmic body. Back and forth his textured ribs massaged her, curving up on a very special way. Bumps on his body stimulated Gina in all the right places and some wrong-in-a-good-way places as well.

Gina fucked Roy, and Roy fucked her back. Neither was quite what the other wanted, but both were what they needed. Showers can be lonely places, as they are cut off from the world by water and curtains, but they can also be very intimate places where two souls can commit dirty deeds together and let the evidence of their affair literally be washed away. On this night, there were a lot of dirty deeds to scrub clean.

When Gina had moaned her last orgasm and Roy had felt the last pulsing squeeze of her pussy, the two parted ways. Gina used the last of the rapidly cooling water to wash up, while Roy gently floated down in sex-toy orgasmic bliss. When Roy touched the bathtub floor, he popped! again. Even though Gina was sated and would sleep the night away with a smile, Roy still needed Ellen. There were more bathtubs to go.

And go on he has. Roy appears in bathtubs with frightened women, and he goes away. Roy appears in bathtubs with willing women, but once the thrusting is done and the orgasms have shaken the shower curtains, Roy disappears again, knowing that the pussy he’d been in was not the pussy that gave his life purpose. Roy even fucks a few male asses because in the heat of a shower, an ass is an ass, and it’s only from the inside that Roy can tell if whether the ass is that of his beloved Ellen.

Roy still hasn’t found Ellen. He keeps searching, though. He’s made a few new friends, created a few traumas and saved quite a few marriages, but deep down, what he really wants is to get deep down back into his Ellen. There’s a pussy for every toy, and for Roy, that pussy is Ellen’s.