The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 50: The Talking Vibrator - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 50: The Talking Vibrator

... vibrator I had ever seen. Though I already owned half a dozen vibrators—after all, I’m an erotica writer and I sometimes need a little inspiration—this new addition surpassed all others in my collection. The toy measured an impressive twelve inches in length by two inches in width. It was one of the largest such toys on the market and now it was mine. All mine. “Uh-oh!” I muttered when I realized a few things. First of all, my plan to unpack my newest toy to help me focus on my work had totally failed. That was what brought me to my next realization. I was horny. Believe it or not, the sight of a vibrator turned me on. Or maybe it was the thought of what I could do with it. Whatever, the reason, one thing remained clear; there was no way in hell I would be able to get back to work. Sure enough, so much arousal now coursed through my veins that I soon felt a powerful fantasy grow within me. I could not help but wonder what would happen. After all, it was my first time fantasizing about an inanimate object. Fortunately, the fantasy was impending and my question would soon be answered. So I gave in to my arousal and watched the real world fade. Within seconds, I had been sucked up by my mysterious fantasy. I stood there for a few seconds, wondering what to expect. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long. “Are you going to stand there all day?” asked a voice. I jumped. After all, I was alone in the room. One quick glance at my surroundings confirmed this. But if I was alone, who ...

... had spoken? “Wh… who said that?” I asked nervously. There was a chuckle, followed by, “Look in the box.” My heart started to pound madly. Could it be true? Of course, it made no sense, but it was the only logical explanation. Taking a breath for courage, I peered into the box to find… a vibrator. I frowned. I could have sworn the voice came from the box, but the toy looked just as it should. There were no eyes, no nose and most importantly, no mouth. That meant it was not the vibrator who had spoken. Or so I thought. “Hello,” said the same voice. “Oh my god!” I gasped. For you see, I had just realized something. The voice had defiantly emerged from the box. And that could only mean one thing; the vibrator had just spoken. He had no mouth, but he had still found a way to speak. “Di… did you just…” I stuttered. “Speak?” finished the large toy. I was totally stunned, but still found the strength to nod. There was another chuckle. “Of course I spoke. Who else could it be?” I did not answer. Instead, I asked a question of my own. “But h… how?” The vibrator yet again chuckled. “It’s your fantasy, not mine.” Good point. Still, I could not help but be totally freaked out by the oddity of my fantasy. However, I soon forgot all about that. “Are you going to stand there all day or are we going to get this party started?” asked the toy. I experienced a moment of confusion before I realized the party he was referring to was sex. After all, he was a vibrator. What else would he be talking ...