5 Raspberry Friend
I finished cleaning the offices in peace. The group of drunk employees eventually found their unconscious friend and dragged him out, assuming he had just wandered into the wrong office and passed out drunk. I didn’t feel the need to correct their theory—after all, I still had to clean up after them.
To be fair, they’d already done most of the cleaning themselves. All that was left for me was to mop the floors and take out the trash—rattling bottles and leftover snacks included.
By the time I finished, it was close to midnight. As I stepped outside, I noticed snow had started to fall. The streets weren’t completely covered yet, so I hurried to get home before I got snowed in somewhere.
Still, I stopped for a few minutes just to admire the snowfall. The snowflakes fell in large, lazy clusters, dancing gently through the cold night air. It created that special kind of winter magic, the kind that makes you believe in fairy tales and holiday miracles. I tilted my head back, watching the flakes glimmer in the glow of the streetlamp.
It really was beautiful… enchanting, even.
I gave myself a tired little smile and headed toward my car. Tomorrow, I had to clean the Alpha’s mansion—before my school lessons. Which meant I’d need to wake up well before dawn. Luckily, I didn’t have to be at school until the second period. Otherwise, I’d be getting up even earlier.
Once home, I quickly took a shower, threw on my favorite cozy pajamas, and crawled into bed. My body was completely drained, aching for rest—but sleep refused to come.
I tossed and turned, my thoughts galloping through my brain like wild horses across an open field. No peace. No sleep. Eventually, I gave up and decided to relax another way.
Reaching into the back of my nightstand drawer, I pulled out my raspberry-colored little friend and slipped my pajama bottoms down.
It had been so long since I’d had a man… Pathetic, really. Time flies, and youth doesn’t wait for anyone.
The last time someone visited both our city and my vagina, it was Aiden. That was over six months ago. Since then, my only source of release had been battery-operated and rubber-based. And with my love life in a complete state of stagnation, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be inside me anytime soon.
Honestly, maybe I should have given that drunken pup a chance earlier. Everyone would've walked away satisfied. Probably.
Sigh. Good thoughts always come too late. Oh well. I’ve got hands—and a raspberry savior.
It didn’t take long to reach satisfaction. After all, I’d had more than enough time to study every sensitive inch of my own body lately.
I turned on my buzzing friend and ran it along my still-dry folds, letting it linger around my clit in slow, teasing circles. Moisture began to pool as my body warmed with anticipation. I spread it along my lips and dipped the toy slightly deeper, feeling a warm pulse as blood rushed downward.
Then I slid it in, hitting just the right spots inside, while continuing to play around my now-swollen nub. A few minutes of gentle but insistent thrusting and I came apart, shuddering into the mattress.
It wasn't the same as being with a real man—not even close—but as they say, when there’s no fish, even a crayfish will do.
Still trembling from release, I tucked away my loyal plastic substitute and finally drifted off into the kingdom of Morpheus.
My visit to dreamland was so blissful that I barely managed to crack my eyes open when my cruel alarm shrieked in my ear.
4:30 AM.
I’d barely slept. My body absolutely refused to leave the warmth of the blankets. My eyes burned like they were full of sand, and my mood was even worse.