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When I woke up, I was ready for more. I had my new toy, which with Drew's help had driven me crazy, and of course, the Sammies were always available. I chose my new toy.

I was disappointed, Drew and I had worn down the batteries. It needed to be recharged.

And I needed a shower. The instructions claimed it would take an hour to fully recharge.

I had a Sunday morning ritual; I always shaved my legs on Sunday morning. By the time, I washed my hair, shaved my legs and had something to eat, my new toy was fully charged.

We had one of the best afternoons I could remember. It wasn't too long before I was calling my new toy, Preacher. Unless you grew up in the kind of church I did, you may not understand. When the minister was giving his sermon, spontaneously members of the congregation would shout, "That's right," or something similar.

When Preacher had me on the verge of cumming, which happened numerous times, I'd shout out, "that's right." Or "right like that," or "right there."

Something else happened that afternoon. My parents called to tell me my 96-year-old grandmother had passed. With the wake, the funeral and all, I didn't have time to even think of Drew and my toys stayed in my dresser drawer.

At the reading of the will, I was shocked to find that grandma left me some money. Not just some money: millions and millions of dollars. So many millions, that I'd never have to work a day in my life, and if I had children and grandchildren neither would they.

I didn't do anything crazy. I quit my job, moved to a warmer climate where I could go to the beach or pool every day. The Sammies and Preacher were my constant companions; mostly Preacher.

Every night before I went to bed, I plugged Preacher in so he'd be full charged in the morning. Oh, those mornings. Preacher made love to me every morning, first thing. The things he did to my clitoris time and time again, while fucking me at the same time had me writhing, moaning, rattling the bed.

Some mornings, I'd keep going and going until his batteries wore down. Then I'd pull out Sam the Man. He still made me cum, but after Preacher, I just wanted to fuck. Nothing stretched my pussy like Sam the Man.

It's not that I got tired of masturbating or got tired of the Sammies and Preacher, it was just that I needed something new and different. It took a while, but the internet is a wonderful thing. I found a toy that came with a remote control.

Some people claim the wheel or fire are the greatest inventions in history. I beg to differ. My newest toy was by far the greatest. I could lay back, with my hands over my head, the remote in one hand, and fuck myself.

It had like ten different speeds and could fuck me after different angles, and like Preacher, had a little nob which rubbed against my clitoris. That nob had its own separate button on the remote which controlled how fast it did my clitoris. With practice, I could cum and cum and cum.

I ended up buying five of them in different sizes; one rivaled Sam the Man. The day they arrived I spent in bed. Not only were they different sizes, but they had different accessories. I tried them all.

I haven't told you much about me except for my very average "Goldilocks" breasts. Men said I had a killer body with a great ass. In my new home, I wore the skimpiest swimsuits that the law allowed to the pool or beach. I'd intentionally walk by men with my sunglasses, sun hat and bright red lipstick on and listen to their half-whispered comments.

Then I'd go home and spend hours with one, two, sometimes three of my toys; replaying in my head what I heard. "Damn, have you ever seen such a perfect ass," or "I'd love to get my hands and mouth on those titties," or "those lips look like they could suck all night."

Drew was the last guy I had sex with.

You may think it sad, but my toys gave me days, weeks, months, even years of pleasure. Pleasure no man could match.

Every year or so I'd search on line for some new toys to keep from getting bored. I have to hand it to the adult toy industry; they did have some creative ideas. I never got bored fucking myself.

THE END

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