At first, Laura wasn't quite sure what she was looking at. The object sitting on top of the tissue paper was long, beige, and kind of slimy-looking. Basically, it looked like a beige sausage. She reached down towards it and hesitantly picked it up. The moment she did, an unusual and totally unexpected feeling swept through her.
She giggled suddenly, then (in really breathy voice) said "Wow. It's, like, so long and thick and hard." Then she giggled again, before dropping the object back into the box.
Laura was appalled. She had never seen one before, but she knew that this must have been one of those disgusting sex objects known as a dildo. But this one must have been different. It seemed to have a strange effect on her when she touched it. For a moment, she felt completely different. She had never felt like that, not ever, not in her entire life. It was the type of person she hated. A bimbo and a slut. She looked back down at the wicked object, then turned away quickly. She couldn't look at that disgusting thing. Who could have sent this sinful object to her?
She grabbed the lid and put it back over the box, then she took the box back to her bedroom and hid it away in her closet. She'd deal with it later. A chill ran down her spine, thinking about how that thing was going to be in her closet almost the entire day. But she had no choice but to put it in there. She couldn't let her husband or daughter find it.
Laura grabbed her purse and headed out of the house. Maybe some time in a safe and familiar setting (the local Baptist church) would get her mind back into the right mindset. More than anything she wanted to forget the dildo and the momentary bimbo it turned her into.
