Margaret lived in a one bedroom apartment with her cat Amethyst since her husband had passed. It was incredibly lonely; she missed everything about him. His affection, his laugh, most of all she missed the touch of another human; the warmth of another body that only he could’ve provided her.
Margaret’s fingers trembled at the thought as she placed a can of tuna in the electric can opener and Amethyst meowed enthusiastically at the prospect of dinner. As Amethyst rubbed Margaret’s legs adoringly, Margaret bent down and placed the tuna in a green plastic bowl. Margaret hobbled to her armchair and rested her head in her hand. She pressed her trembling lips firmly together and a silent tear ran down her cheek as Amethyst lapped up her dinner in the kitchen.
Margaret had to distract herself and she walked over to her computer chair and logged onto the World Wide Web. Her breath was quick and sharp as she typed the tantalising words into the search bar; DILDO. Flashy advertisements and loud noises flooded her screen, and Margaret had to turn off her screen lest she manifest a tension headache. She rested her head in the palms of her hands and once again cried, this time shaking as tears fell from her eyes and onto the hardwood of the desk.
She had to leave the house, she felt suffocated and claustrophobic. She grabbed her walking stick and slammed the door behind her, heading into the darkness of the night; wandering the streets aimlessly and lost in a haze.
Glaring streetlights and signs enveloped her senses as she stared vacantly until she came upon a sign: Oh-Zone it read in pink letters. She climbed the stairs, enthused, curious even. As she entered the store she was like a deer caught in headlights: wide-eyed and frightened, she stepped forward into the warm embrace of the lights.
Behind the counter stood a very cool, very attractive young man of latin descent. He stepped forward and held out his hand; “I’m Andre” he smiled. “Can I help you with anything today?”
She took his hand and it was like that scene from Aladdin when the world started spinning and disney music began to play along the lines of “I Can Show You The World”, only in this instance it would’ve been more appropriate to say; I Can Show You The Sex Shop.
“Oh, dear, well, my husband’s just passed away…” Margaret said as she trembled. Andre nodded sympathetically and pressed a finger to her lips. “You need not say anymore, my dear. Come with me.”
He very suavely walked her to the corner of the store where there were row upon row of dildos, some molded from famous pornstars, others realistic in their consistency and others in unusual shades of chartreuse, cyan and violet.
“The variety is endless” whispered Margaret in awe. “And, and oh my!” Gasped Margaret. “It’s Joe!”
“Joe?” Andre asked inquisitively.
Margaret was pointing to a self-heating, self-vibrating realistic 6 inch cock from the company Average Joe. “My husband! His name was Joe!” her finger wavered on the sex toy and sure enough, under the brand name and a list of useful attributes such as a harness compatible suction cup base, there was the name “Joe: The surfer” written in acrylic.
“Joe was a surfer too…” Murmured Margaret, gingerly touching the packaging. Andre grabbed Joe off the hook and held it out for Margaret, as the tagline: “Joe has come in from riding the waves to give you a ride of your own” shimmered in the still air.
Margaret seemed taken aback by the sex toy. She stared silently, wide-eyed at the packaging, turning it over and over. Words such as; revel in his warm, self-heating sensations and insertable 5 inches flooded Margaret’s mind, circling each other back and forth in the tempest of her desires.
“A lot of people are scared to admit that they’re alone, that they would like to have someone and with the advent of isolation, social anxiety and a certain sense of independence that technology has brought, it’s become harder and harder to meet people. And, maybe, it could be the case that you don’t even want to meet people, but everyone has sexual needs that need to be met.” Andre said warmly.
Margaret glanced sheepishly at Andre and back to Joe. She paused briefly and then whispered “I’ll take it.”
Andre wrapped up Joe with the utmost care and bid farewell to a nervous but excited Margaret. As Margaret left the shop she contemplated what had just taken place and what she had planned for later that night. The garish street signs once again accompanied Margaret to her abode and she paused at the door to her apartment. She realised what it was that she was feeling; part of Joe had been returned to her – and as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment, she was ready to be back in Joe’s warm embrace.
Author: Isaac is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres
Jennifer is a marketer at Adultsmart! Embracing a non-judgmental stance, she believes in pleasure without limits—if it feels good and right, why not?