The following story is completely true
Names were changed to protect the few.
It happened one night after some drinks,
A bit forgetful this event me thinks.
Bored with the telly, husband and the night,
Took to upstairs, out of sight.
A search in the drawer to see if it is there,
Stumbled to bed with no intention to share.
The internet it did require,
To finally get a chance to acquire.
The newly purchased personal toy,
Was sought to give only joy.
Small and discreet it was a little present,
When slipped into place, could be quite pleasant.
Not much to it, basically hands free,
A necessity for all, you must agree.
Only one other person knows this story,
And said it was hilarious in all its glory.
Said it looked weird, like a pc mouse, black and silver,
Did it serve its purpose and cause a quiver…..?
It pulsed and it purred while overcome with sleep,
Tucked into it's place the toy did keep.
Awoken much later with the need to pee,
Wandered to the loo in little more than a tee.
Bought to satisfy the ultimate desire,
What transpired turned rather dire.
Forgotten what was in the panties she tucked,
Hearing the plop she knew the toy was fucked.
Turning to look, then fished in the bowl,
Rescued the vibrator, the ultimate goal.
Rinsed and mourning it's untimely death,
Hoping when dried it might take a breath.
Back in the drawer for safe keeping,
Under the covers, the silent weeping.
A long story I know but it had to be said,
To warn others of what could lie ahead.
Don't fall asleep, said with a wink,
Or your favorite toy will end up in the drink.
Here it is friend who wanted the story told,
Written for you and the world to behold.
There is a little more of this story to tell,
Receipt found by the husband, oh hell.
But he made no mention of its delight,
Looking to the wife who's face was a fright.
She then came to the sad realization,
By the husbands look of deep frustration
This toy was going to be her own salvation.
And since dried and subsequently tested,
The vibrator still works as manufacturer suggested.
