Writing Prompt Submission
Tim Gourley
interfered a LOT this month. Here it goes!
- Tim
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I felt that warm caress across my body again and enjoyed the
sensation; how electric the feel as it moved me from side to side and
up and down. My master really knows how to push my buttons.
"You sure have some nice curves," my master said to me as he moved me.
I lit up in response.
"Thanks", I thought. I knew he couldn't hear me if I spoke the words
out loud. My master never was one for listening. But he had a way with
touch that more than made up for it.
We played like this all evening long, him caressing and me moving as
we worked together for some unknown goal. It wasn't long before I felt
tired, and my awareness growing dim.
"Damn it, not now!" My master said as he shook me back and forth
violently. _Not again! I hate it when he gets so abusive!_ I tried to
respond but didn't have the strength.
My master sighed and dropped his head in resignation. "Fine," he said.
"I'll switch to the trackpad." My master picked me up and put me on my
charging base. Then he sat back down and ran his fingers across the
sleek surface of the trackpad. _What a floozy_, I thought as I went to
sleep, feeling alone and unsatisfied.