Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Like most people, I have been searching for the ideal one who would fulfil all my needs. One I would want by my side at all times, who would feel nice to the touch and you could hold on your lap... At first I wanted to play the field and cruised places where I was likely to find what I was looking for. In this day and age, there were obvious hunting grounds, but with the zeitgeist, I found that the Internet Café was the ideal place. You could pick and choose alluring temptresses; that’s what they were there for in the first place. Sometimes you had to pay a man to let you have your way and I am ashamed I did, as I liked those perverse games that they could offer. So it was one-night-stands until I met the true one. She was exactly what I had been looking for all this time. It was indeed a marriage made in heaven. Beautiful, slim, shiny, quick, knowledgeable. I could have her on my lap for a whole day without getting bored. She responded to my ministrations with enthusiasm, and we had a great life together for a few years. I was warned about it, but the inevitable happened. She was losing her looks, had some ailments, and at some point had to have surgery, but the worse thing was that I was often unable to turn her on. I’d be ready for her, pull up her top, and she would not respond. There was no spark. I was good with my fingers, and I usually managed to get her going. In her favour, once she was lit up, there was no stopping her.
    Now I know I shouldn’t have done it, but fearing that anytime now she might breathe her last, I went for a younger model, but from the beginning I knew that she was not right. Capricious she was. She did end up doing more or less what I wanted her to do, but there was always some reluctance. Halfway through our sessions I found that she had nodded off. The number of times, worked up as I was, I had to keep pressing her frantically. I am not the sort of chap who can stop half way. I got her so many new things to make her life more interesting, but her mood scarcely improved. There were times when she simply could not cope and had to have surgery. The treatment usually cost me a bomb, but I loved her, and forked out. Strangely, when that happened, I found that Number One was willing to stand-in. And she did it beautifully too. I really regretted that I had treated her so shabbily. Why had I not trusted her? Her erstwhile failings now seemed trivial.
    And I discovered how to deal with my Number One. The problem was that after logging off, I used to just close the top. When I came back, lifting it up alone did not work, the screen stayed dark and I had to fiddle with it. If, however, after use, I “shut down”, when I returned, a touch on the ON/OFF switch was all it took to get the machine in perfect working order. And I mean perfect!
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.