That's Not a Toothbrush

Sometimes a girl just needs to have her moment. For me, those "moments" never come when I want them to, but always in a place and time that leave me frustrated. For Christmas last year my boyfriend, who knows I often get horny and can never do anything about it then and there, bought me what I thought was an electric toothbrush. It was not. The brush part detached to leave behind a small, discreet, powerful battery operated toy. Obviously we tested it out right away. Now I go everywhere with my toothbrush, because dental hygiene is very, very important.