I am relating this from a vacation from long ago. I was young, unmarried, a junior in college. While my friends went to Cabo, I went to see my paternal grandmother. While I was there, she had one bedroom apartment, I noticed a dildo on her counter. Nice sized dildo, anatomically correct. I fisted it, heavy, and getting that in would be something. I tried it, standing in the mirror. I stood on one tiptoe, with body bent so that I could ‘swallow’ it in, up and up it went until I had ‘swallowed’ it all in. Then I straightened out and felt the dildo within me. Still standing, now mostly dry except for my hair, I fingered my clit and had an arousing orgasm.
I washed the dildo and returned it to the counter and went about my day ‘satisfied’.
My grandmother came to the guest room while I was getting ready for bed. She said she had a personal question. Had I moved ‘Ralph’? Excuse me? Ralph? I didn’t understand, I made no connection. Yes, Ralph, her exhusband. What? no. Well somebody moved Ralph and it wasn’t her. She took me to the bathroom and showed me where Ralph was, it wasn’t where she left it. That big nasty looking ceramic penis. The urn she kept Ralph’s ashes in to remember him.
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