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Michael has always been into things that others would consider weird. It’s never bothered him to be weird though, especially once he found Tori to be weird with. They’ve been together for ages now, but it took a while for them to figure things out. He remembers how nervous Tori was when she had told him about her asexuality and how she didn’t like sex. She thought somehow it would be too weird for him. Michael is pretty sure that very little on the planet would truly be too weird for him, and Tori’s sexuality doesn’t even begin to rank.
Besides, they’ve found ways to make it work. Michael has a plethora of toys and videos that he keeps in the big bottom drawer of his bedside table (okay, and also in an overflow box under the bed), and it’s more than enough to keep him satisfied. Occasionally, Tori will come watch from the doorway and boss him around, instructing him on just how to pleasure himself. Mostly though, Tori’s favourite way of being part of his experiences is by helping him research and pick out new toys.
Ever since he mentioned that monsters are hot, she’s been researching unusual dildos of all kinds: tentacles with textured suckers all down one side; werewolf dildos with huge, fist-sized knots; long, bendable ones that have dragon heads on each end. She even took a brief detour into butt plugs with entire games of Bop It attached to them, which had resulted in wild laughter ringing throughout the house.
Not exactly what Michael is looking for, but intriguing nonetheless.
Ultimately, Despite Michael’s willingness simply to order something online, Tori somehow located an actual brick and mortar store that sold an array of monster dildos, proclaiming that obviously he would want to see and feel them before buying. Michael knew that it truly meant that Tori was fascinated and wanted to explore them for herself. He didn’t exactly blame her.
That Saturday morning, they piled into Michael’s ancient little car and made the drive to the shop that Tori had found. When they arrived and Michael finished negotiating his way into a narrow parking space, Tori practically dragged him inside, a scowl on her face to hide the excitement he knew she felt.
“Ooh, what about this one,” Tori said a few minutes later, holding up a green and yellow tentacle. She was squeezing her hand around it, making the silicone squish beneath her fingers.
Michael watched the way the soft toy wobbled where it stuck out of her grip. “I think that one is a little too, uh, soft for me.”
“Okay but what do we think about the style? Tentacle, yes or no?”
“Maybe.” Tentacles were great in porn, but he wasn’t sure the heavily tapered shape was exactly what he wanted. “I was thinking maybe something like this,” he said, picking up a large red and gold dildo with a slightly pointed head and a textured shaft that led down to a solid knot.
Tori tilted her head, seeming to consider it. “Are you sure you don’t want something more … monstrous?” she asked, wrinkling her nose slightly. “That one kind of just looks like a dick.”
Michael laughed. “I … would not have thought that was what you were going to say.”
“What? I know what a penis looks like, Michael.” Her voice was flat and her gaze gave nothing away, but Michael knew her well enough enough to know there was no anger there.
“I know you do, darling,” he said with a smirk, knowing the nickname would annoy her more than anything.
“Ew,” she intoned before turning to walk further along the wall to examine more dildos.
A few minutes later, Tori reappeared by Michael’s side, hands conspicuously hidden behind her back. “I think I found it.” Michael raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for the reveal. Tori swung one hand around, a blur of blue visible even before Michael could really see what she was holding.
Taking the toy from Tori’s hands, he examined it carefully. It was beautiful, really, with swirls of blue and purple and white. The shaft was curved and thick, with scale-like ridges down one side and wide, knobby bumps down the other, all flowing down into a moderate bulge just above the base. Michael felt a ripple of excitement roll through him as he ran his fingers over it, feeling the softness of the matte finish and the slight give of the firm silicone.
“I did it, didn’t I?” Tori asked with a pleased quirk of her mouth.
“I have absolutely no idea how,” Michael told her, “but yes.”
She gave a half shrug. “What can I say, it’s a talent.”
Michael laughed and leaned in to press a quick peck against her cheek.
Tori made a face at the public show of affection. “Go buy your toy, you monsterfucker.”
“I love you too, Tor,” he said, before heading off to do just that.