>>1675729Thank you.
>>1684711Late one evening, Miyako found herself in the familiar situation of idly flipping through channels on TV. She was bored again and tired. A long day at work had drained her, and took away her drive to do anything that required any exertion, mental or physical.
“Holy crap, I’m bored,” she groaned and flipped off her television. The room was suddenly very dark and quiet and allowed Miyako a better chance to reflect on her ennui that arose from her tedious work and lack of a social life. She noticed the quiet ringing in her ears from the sudden lack of auditory stimulation, and peered down at her nude form, concealed in shadow, that lay shamefully sprawled on her chair. She thought to her roommate, Akemi. She was the one who had pushed her into lounging about the apartment nude with her, and while Miyako had never seen proof Akemi was into girls, she kind of got that vibe from her odd requests.
Miyako’s bottle of beer had been an invigorating companion for part of the night. While it was still full and cold to the touch, she had brushed it against her nipples when Akemi wasn’t looking, enjoying the chilly condensation that it left behind. Just thinking about it began to make her chest tighten and her nipples stiffen again, from just the memory alone.
Miyako mused that she couldn’t ask for a better companion than her long necked lover. It quietly listened as she talked about her day, it touched her just right, and it didn’t get jealous over stupid crap. Its kisses were like candy, and it willingly disgorged its bounty whenever she asked it. Miyako knew better though. Her companion for the night was no substitute for the pleasures of a real man, imagine as she might to the contrary.
