"THE TOY"

He was nothing more than a toy to her, or at least that is the lie she told herself. She knew what he was. She knew who he was inside. She knew there was no logic to it. Yet, she persisted, driven by a need she could not name, condemned by a guilt she could. Each moment his hands caressed her were moments she longed and dreaded. Each twitch of his fingers coursing across her labia and nodule-the pleasure exquisite, the emotional aftermath devastating. While he held her nothing of logic prevailed, no thought of stopping could be driven into action. The moment he let her go she cried. She had betrayed true love for nothing more than a toy. And although she regretted every moment of the intense orgasm she knew she would do it again. She knew no matter how she tried she would give in, not only not saying no, but enticing the toy to please her. He was nothing more than a toy to her, or at least that was the lie she told herself.