And to Hold
By Pepper Espinoza
Mari studied her ever-growing collection of vibrators and dildos with resignation, and more than a little disgust. She had every toy known to man—or woman. She had dildos made of glass, made of something that really did feel like skin, made of plastic. She had dildos that were only an inch in diameter and one that was nearly as round as a fist. Some were long, some were short, some were bent at the end—to better stimulate her G-spot, the boxes informed her.
The vibrators were a veritable zoo, a cornucopia of animals. The rabbit, the bluebird, the dolphin, the shark, the butterfly, the egg. Some had buttons at the base, others had a long cord attaching the controls to the toy, and others came with special remotes.
Every toy was more than capable of meeting
