When in Oz
What do you do when a storm has separated you from your toys?Torrential downpours had turned most basements in the city into wading pools. My subterranean sleeping quarters met the same fate. Providence saw to it that my collection of intimate items was among the wreckage. Frustration loomed heavy as sleep worked to evade me. The quickest cure, an orgasm, didn't seem to be on the cards tonight. That was until I noticed the glow of a lightning strike illuminate a handy substitute. W...