When the vibrator dies

Hated is the moment your vibrator dies. It always happens, of course, when you're incredibly horny, your roommate has left the apartment for a few hours, and a few days have already gone by without getting yourself off. You grab your trusty vibe, insert the battery, and turn it on.

Except it doesn't turn on. Must be the batteries. Grab a new one, and -- NOPE! The vibe is just dead. Dammit.

So you settle for using the vibe without the batteries (because you can't get off just by fingers alone, you see). You keep wanting to turn it on, laugh to yourself, and decide to pretend you're backpacking Europe again, stealing a precious moment here and there where quiet is of the upmost importance.

You're sore. A vibrator without the usual buzz is merely a lump of plastic, though smooth and conveniently shaped. Rubbing against your clit isn't as satisfying as usual, and it takes a lot more work on your part. Your arm is sore, as your wrist is a lot more active than usual.

You're impatient. You're certainly not lying here like this for any longer than you have to, and hope that climax comes soon. The excitement dies, as this is a mere biological rub-off to make you feel better, nothing approaching the otherworldliness a working vibe can take you to.

Sigh. Rub. Repeat.

After a couple of (long, sore) minutes, you finally feel a spark of excitement. Your body tenses nicely, you feel warm. It's easier to set aside the discomfort and try to enjoy the moment. Thank god you climax quickly.

It comes. Your body convulses. Briefly, but enough. Not the best orgasm you've had this week, but it'll do. You feel more relaxed, though hardly satisfied.

But that's okay. The sex shop is just a mere 10 minute walk away. And you're already planning that particular shopping trip.