Two weeks ago, I ordered a 7-inch dildo for my girlfriend's birthday. Don't get me wrong, I don't need help to satisfy a woman. I just thought that we could spice up our sex life a little bit and maybe she would finally allow me to play with her gorgeous ass while she's busy with the dildo. Little did I know what by the time the dildo arrived at my door, I would no longer have a girlfriend.
I tried to call Rachel for the fifth time this morning to ask for an explanation. She had broken up with me with little to no explanation and no longer answered my phone calls or my messages. It is true that our relationship had been rough for the last few months, but I was willing to make compromises. However, according to her, our relationship had died long ago. I have connected to her voicemail again and I was about to leave her another message when I was interrupted by the doorbell. I opened the door and there was a tall blonde man with a package in his hand. He smirked at me and gave me a document to sign. Then I took the package and closed the door. I didn't understand what that smirk was about until I saw the label of the package - under my name, phone number and address, it was written 'item: dildo'. Did this guy actually think I had ordered this for me?! I called the website I had ordered the dildo from and complained about the lack of discretion. They apologised and said they'll give me 20% off my next purchase. Yeah, right, like I'd order again from this website.
I opened the package and was surprised how much the dildo looked like a real cock. The material it was made from was so soft and nice to touch that I found myself running through it with my fingers and enjoying the feeling.
"What the fuck are you doing, Dan?!" I said to myself and put the dildo back in its box.
I called Rachel again and this time she answered.
"What?"
"Come to my place, I have a surprise for you."
"Dan, we broke up. I'm not getting back to your place now or ever."