Thirty Seconds of Pure Magic

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I walk into the bedroom and find her with her knees up under the sheets. She looks at me, guilt all over her face.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing.”

I rip the sheets down and find her Hitachi lying next to her.

“Nothing, eh?”

“Well, nothing anymore.”

I reach over and grab her cell phone. “Let’s see what you were looking at.”

She tries to grab it back from me, her naked body tackling me as she clamors for me to return it to her; her arms stretching, reaching to get it. With my left hand I keep her at bay and with my right I rifle through her browsing history. I find the evidence.

“Nothing, eh?” I ask again as the video plays.

She lies down in the bed again and spreads her legs. “Come here, Daddio.”

“No,” I say, watching the video.

“Come here and hug me,” she asks in her little girl voice.

I lean over and hug her. I try to get my hips between her legs.

“No no!” she says. “I have to go to work.”

“You had enough time for Mr. Hitachi here,” I say, picking up her Magic Wand.

“Yes, but that only took thirty seconds.”

“So, you’re saying I can’t make you climax in under thirty seconds? I’ve never been more insulted in my life!”

I get up from the bed.

“Pull it out. Let me see it,” she says, delighting in her teasing of me.

I comply with her wishes.

“Mmmmm,” she says.

“Well, too bad, you don’t have enough time for me — only for your machines.”

“I like thinking that you’ll go through your day hard-up for me.”

“Better watch out, I might find me a fembot and fuck the sprockets out of her.”

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