Michaela wandered among the store shelves, feeling overwhelmed by the vast selection of items inside The Emporium, a new sex shop near their home. She had gone with her husband, agreeing to come along with him. She wanted to please him, and she knew that she could probably go along with using some sex toys in bed to spice things up if it made him happy. She had to admit to herself that she was curious. She'd just never tried it before. For all she knew, she would like it, she thought to herself.
"I don't know.. what do you think?" she said to Mike, her tall, dark and incredibly handsome husband. Mike was almost 6 feet tall, his body covered in tattoos. He had dark brown hair with brown eyes to match - the kind you could easily get lost in. He was kind and generous to others, a selfless man that always put others before himself. He was browsing amongst the shelves that contained various sizes and shapes of dildos. MIchaela felt her cheeks getting warm, a slight blush creeping across them.
"What do you think of this?" he asked her as she approached. Michaela glanced over to see what he was pointing at. It was an 8 inch long dildo, light tan in color with a slight rose blush color at the tip. It looked very realistic. "Here, touch it," he said to her, grabbing it and moving it towards her.
Michaela blushed an even darker crimson red, the color spreading across her cheeks slowly, as she tentatively held out her hand to lightly touch it. She was surprised by what she felt. It was very soft, and almost felt life-like. She let out a little gasp, suddenly pulling her hand away from the dildo.
"What is it?" Mike said, a concerned look spreading across his face, his eyebrows slightly knitted together. "You don't like it? Remember what I said earlier. If you're uncomfortable with this, we can leave immediately. I promise, it's okay."
"Oh, umm... no, I mean.. I just wasn't expecting.. That." Michaela replied, a stunned look on her face, her eyes never leaving the dildo.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, watching her face closely and trying to read her reaction, hoping and praying she was as into it as he was.
"I just.. I mean.. It feels like I'm touching a real one." she lowered her voice, whispering to him so he had to strain to hear, her whisper barely audible. He noticed that she was blushing a bright red, her eyes darting around the room to see if anyone was watching.
Mike had to admit, watching her lightly stroking that dildo turned him on. His erection began to grow in his jeans. He turned towards the store shelves and shifted his package slightly.
"So.. what do you think of it?" Mike asked her, watching her closely for any sign of rejection. He was terrified of rejection and was still worried that she was going to think he was a pervert or some kind of sicko for liking this stuff, but he secretly hoped she would like it.
"Well.." she said, pausing for a moment to think. "I think it's.. Interesting."
Interesting was good, Mike thought to himself. That was better than a no, and he'd take it. "Okay," Mike said with a smile slowly creeping across his face. "Interesting enough to try one?"
"Sure." Michaela responded, still blushing. Mike thought he detected something in her when she answered, some sort of longing in her eyes, perhaps an intense curiosity building. He was truly hoping it would carry over to the bedroom, where he could show her a whole new world.
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Michaela had always been the good girl. She got perfect grades all through school, never getting into any sort of trouble. She always dressed modestly and acted kind and compassionate towards others, even those who probably didn't deserve it. She always rooted for the underdogs of society, and felt compassion towards those less fortunate, having lived through a painful and scarred past herself.
She knew what it was like to live homeless as a child, to grow up ridiculed because your family used food stamps at the store, to have others stare when your parents fought, friends not wanting to come over to your house because of the yelling. She knew what it was like to be the unpopular kid at school, to spend countless hours at the welfare office, to not always have clean clothing to wear. She never wanted anyone to have to feel what she went through. She wanted to give back to society. Michaela was a selfless, loving person, and that's exactly what had swept Mike off his feet. He knew the moment he met her that she was his forever - she was his soulmate.
Mike had always experienced rejection or failure in some form or fashion, all throughout his life. He never felt like he could measure up, never felt like he was good enough. He was terrified of failure, and would go out of his way to avoid situations that would set him up for any potential failures or rejections - his tender soul just couldn't handle it. He spent countless hours doing things for others, putting others above himself, desperately trying to prove his worth. He also had to put on a tough guy act, to surround himself with a hardened shell of armor to protect himself from the cold world, protect himself from the bullies and ridicule. But the truth was that Mike had a soft center, one that no one realized was there. No one, but Michaela.
Mike had followed Michaela around for years, loyal to her and feeling a deep connection with her. Once they finished college, he continued to find opportunities to hang out with her. He hated being away from her, and just couldn't stand the separation. When they were apart, he would think about her all the time. The way she smiled, the way she laughed at his corny jokes, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed and the way she playfully batted at his arm when he said something crude.
Michaela had dated several guys since college, with Mike always staying in the friendzone. He continued to hang around with her, wanting to at least be friends with her if he couldn't have her any other way. He longed to have her as his own, and vowed to himself that he would continue hanging around until that day came that he could finally be with her as his one true love.
