Not Enough
The toy works. It's just not him.
I've got the toy. It usually works, gets me there on nights like this when you're not here and my body won't settle, but tonight my hands keep stopping, keep thinking about the weight of you, the real weight, the way you fill me. I push it deeper. Think about last time, your name tearing out of me before I could stop it, the sheets under me, wet, and you didn't stop, made me scream, and I'm here now working this toy, hips...